Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Inner Struggle ❯ the morning after ( Chapter 2 )

Inner Struggle

Author's Notes: *ahem since the reviews weren't so bad, I've decided to continue this fic, the problem was, it wasn't planned out, so… I created another one from a vivid imagination. I'm not sure if this is as good as the last chapter *really worried, well, I hope you enjoy reading this =^_^=

Disclaimers: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, blah blah you got the idea…..

Part 2

Hm…… Something feels… soft… like I'm floating on a cloud….. wait, where am I? I slowly opened my eyes, a bright flash of light shining through the window showered over my face. I groaned and tried reach over something to block the glow, suddenly pain surged through my arms and chest. I shut my eyes grasping the pain. I couldn't move… I felt like I weigh twice my own body weight.

I lay back on the comforting bed, I slowly opened my eyelids again… where was I? I was on a bed, covered with wrinkled white sheets. I peered over to my arms, they were wrapped in bandages, it seemed it wasn't done very well, some bandages hung loose and not all the wounds were covered.

I looked around the room, my torn clothes laid still on top of the empty liquor bottle, empty beer cans can be seen throughout the room, and the ring remained sitting on top of my drawers next to my dueling deck, on top was the Change Of Hearts.

My dad sent me a letter saying he won't be back for about 6 months… and no one should break into my house…. Maybe… it's Bakura that helped me… but he hates me, why would he fix me up and put me into bed? Even after what he did…

-- FLASHBACK--

Ryou sat silently in front of the ring, its glow grew stronger as he reached for it. "Bakura, please… come out… I want to talk to you..." he whispered in a sad silent tone. Ryou stiffened as he felt a cold mysterious hand massage his shoulders. His Yami breathed coldly into his neck. "What do you want weakling? Shall we go through one of our… lessons… again?" he smirked as he hands roamed their way to Ryou's pants.

Ryou's face grew bright red. Snap out of it baka! He thought. Ryou's hand pulled Bakura's roaming hand away. Bakura's face grew angry. Ryou stared into Bakura's cold eyes, he gathered up all the courage he had. "Bakura, I know you've always been…. odd and you've been trying to get into my pants lately…" he stuttered.

"What is it? Say it already!" Bakura shouted impatiently while staring at Ryou's pants. Ryou shook a little to the volume of his Yami's voice. "Bakura, I love you… do you…. love me?" he said in concern. Bakura gleamed at his hikari, and looks like he's about to laugh. Ryou stared at Bakura as he gave a chilling stare.

Suddenly Ryou was slammed into the wall, pain rushed up to his head. Bakura gripped onto Ryou's collar and lifted him up into the air. "You fool, you'd think I'd ever love you!? You're a little weak hikari, can't even give a good fight. You're useless! The only good thing you're useful for is a bed slave!" he yelled back the frightened child.

He dropped the shaking and shivering hikari to the rug. Bakura kneed down to the shocked hikari started to suck on his neck. Ryou shut his eyes and tried to look away, "Then why… why are you doing this…?" the young boy whimpered. Bakura moved the boy's head until their eyes met, "I'd like to break your innocence…" he grinned.

Ryou's eyes were filled with fear. He pushed Bakura off of him and stumbled to the door, but Bakura caught up fast and locked the door. He threw Ryou to the bed and pinned him on the bottom. "Let's began shall we…?" He whispered in a sinister tone. Bakura pulled Ryou in a deep rough kiss…

--END FLASHBACK--

I sat silently staring at my wounds….Why the hell would he care for me?! Tears flooded my eyes again, why do I have to be so weak? Why does everything have to be so damn horrible for me? Nobody cares for me…

My eyes wondered over to a knife on the floor underneath my desk….