Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Inner Struggle ❯ knives and blood ( Chapter 3 )

Inner Struggle

Author's Notes: Once again, I work with vivid imagination *thinks of yaoi images* I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimers: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, I only own this story and my imagination =U_U=

Part 3

I continued to gaze at the rusty silver blade. My heartbeat grew faster, my eyes became unfocused. I fell back on the bed groaning in pain. My wounded arms weren't strong enough to support my body…. My legs can't carry me very far. I wanted to get the blade, but it seemed so far away.

Ignoring the pain, I pushed myself off the bed, losing my balance; I stumbled and landed right on my left arm. I yelped in agony as I rolled quickly on my back. My face was red and I kept breathing faster. What was I doing? I just fell off the bed in great injury and the pain seemed to be the only thing I can think of. Am I that weak?

I forced myself on my stomach and face towards the blade. With all my might, I pulled myself over… I whisper to myself… "It'll all be over soon… it'll all be over soon…" Trials of blood and loose bandages were left behind me as I reached for the knife.

Bakura doesn't care for me… and I hate the world I live in… I want to end this misery once and for all. My fragile hands gripped the edge of the knife; the blade still had fresh blood and saliva. ……. Bakura must be cutting himself again, I don't see how he enjoys that, slicing the skin and bleeding constantly. I peered over to some of my open wounds… my scars and cuts weren't by choice…

--FLASHBACK--

"Where do you think you're going?" the evil Yami asked in his usual sinister tone. The Yami was lying on the couch and tossing his favorite knife in the air, Ryou shuddered and quickly turned his head. "Um… uh… I have to finish my homework!" he blurted and quickly dashed up the stairs. Bakura smiled and got on his feet and chased after the panicking hikari, with the knife in hand.

Ryou didn't care where he was running to, he kept running until he felt Bakura's weight tackle him to the ground. "Please Bakura! Please don't do this to me! I love you! " Ryou begged as he was tossed over Bakura's shoulders. "Come on weakling, I'm bored, and I haven't tasted any blood for two days," Bakura announced as he carried the frightened hikari into the bedroom.

Ryou was tossed on the blood stained bed. Bakura leaned forward to the youth's face, smiled, and forced Ryou on his lap. The weapon's edge touched the boy's soft sensitive skin, and then fingers forced the blade to go into the skin. Ryou screamed in agony as blood flowed from his right arm. Bakura held the screaming boy in his arms, "So beautiful…" he whispered, as he licked the blood off the blade.

The knife continued to slice and cut the poor silver-haired hikari's arms, thick red blood continued to drip on the bed and the floor. Bakura's hands went under Ryou's shirt, and began to tear it off, exposing the boy's chest to the cold air. The young boy shivered and backed himself against his crazy yami.

Ryou's behind rubbed against Bakura's groan, which only got him more aroused. The tomb robber's fingers pulled Ryou's remaining clothes off leaving the shaking hikari naked as the day he as born. The sinister eyes gazed at the pale angel in his arms, "Just so… beautiful, and you're all mine…" he whispered, as keeps cutting into the hikari's skin.

Ryou continued to yelp weakly in pain as blood trickles to the ground. Suddenly he stopped whimpering and closed his sadden eyes and leaned his head to his yami's broad shoulders. Bakura looked at the crimson red ground, he assumed it was too much blood loss. "Damn it, I like it better when he was awake and screaming, that way it'd be more pleasurable…" he mumbled.

--END FLASHBACK--

My shaky hands were able to grip hold of the knife. My frail body can't take any more of this, my heart can't go on living knowing the one I love doesn't love me back. I held the knife at my throat…

"WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE DOING BAKA HIKARI???" yelled Bakura as he appeared from the ring, he ran up to me and snatched the knife from my frail hands. I continued to stare at the ground, not saying a word… "Well?" he asked angrily. He should know the reason why, after what he did to me, many times, you'd think he'd realize how much I've been hurt these past weeks…

I was lifted in the air; his hands gripped the collar of my shirt, real tight. "Don't you ever do that ever again! Unless you want ME to kill you!" He shouted at my face. I lowered my head, my hair covered my pale sadden face. "Isn't that what you want?" I asked, as a tear ran down my cheek.

Bakura's face looked unsure, he mumbled some things and "softly" tossed me on the bed. I saw him disappear into the ring. I sat on the bed, waiting for his return.