Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Koware na Hato ❯ Buin ( Chapter 5 )

Koware-Yasui Hato

by: Yumei

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A/N: n.n All I can say is…ARIGATOU GOZAIMASU, HATFIELD-SENSEI!! XD…in case you're wondering, she pushed the math final back until next week, so I finally have some time to write. X_X Yet, I'm also sitting here, sick… *sighs just…randomly sitting around dizzy and with a headache. >.o Doumo arigatou gozaimasu for all the reviews! Every one is very much appreciated! @.@!

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Chapter Five: Buin

Silence was the most powerful thing in the world. A thousand answers could come from a mere silence. In that quiet stillness, could come joy and yet also the worse pain in the entire world that the heart knew. Not a sound was uttered in those next precious moments. Even the slightest drip of water could echo throughout that moment. Could such a powerful thing as this…mean something good, or something that would cause a fragile dove's heart to be shattered?

Bakura stared intently at the timid boy before him. What kind of a question was this? Of all the horrors he had dealt with in the past and present, was a mere flick on the back compared to the gravity of this moment. He partly wanted to turn a cold shoulder on the boy, reminding him coldly that he had warned him. On the other hand, he honestly couldn't bring himself to do so. The other half of him wanted to break out and sob like the pitiful, torn fool he was. Such options…

Shaking violently, Ryou waited silently for an answer. Hugging his bare shoulders to himself, he let his eyes stray from his yami's face. Was he really ready to hear the answer to that question? The answer would dramatically change him. Suddenly, he wasn't really sure he wanted to hear it at all. He instantly regret asking at all. Karakage-sama had warned him after all… I'll be hurt no matter what…

"G-gomen nasai…don't answer that, Karakage-sama…"

"Ryou…shut up…" Bakura continued to stare at the boy when he suddenly looked up, wide-eyed. The look on his face wasn't cold…but it wasn't welcoming either. Without another word, Bakura reached out and wrapped his arms around the small, shaking body before him. "Go back to sleep."

Ryou sat stiffly and wide-eyed still as he felt his yami embrace him. He relaxed slightly when he was suddenly pulled back down on the bed, those warm arms still wrapped comfortably around his waist. He didn't feel very tired, but closed his eyes obediently, feeling warm breath on his back.

Planting a feather-soft kiss between the boy's shoulder blades, Bakura fell asleep once again into a restless and disturbing slumber with the tiniest trail of a smile playing at his thin and gentle lips.

Eyes closed serenely, Ryou snuggled deeper into the arms of his yami. Already, he was feeling much better, though to be honest, he had nearly forgotten the entire purpose of them being together in the first place. He blushed to himself faintly. The passion had gotten to him…exactly what Karakage-sama had warned him not to do. He couldn't help himself. It was like nothing he had ever felt before…

Pain… I will always be hurt in the end…

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Soft whispers and a few gentle shakes were enough to wake Ryou. Blinking from the light, he realized that he must have fallen asleep after all. This surprised him, considering the fact that he never remembered feeling tired at all.

"Get up," Bakura said shortly, "you'll be late for school." He wasn't exactly sure why he even bothered to go and wake the boy up. What was wrong with just letting him sleep? It's not as if he cared or anything of that sort…

Ryou whimpered and winced, trying to sit up on the bed. Such pain… Giving in to the burning pain, the small boy fell back against the pillows. Tears were welling up in his eyes as he looked at his yami rather pitifully. "Karakage-sama…it hurts…"

Stiffening, Bakura glared at the boy. He crossed his arms over his still bare chest. "Don't be ridiculous. It can't be…"

The sentence was cut off abruptly when Bakura pulled the sheet off of the boy's body. Both were utterly speechless. A large amount of blood was trailing between the boy's pale legs. Bakura uncrossed his arms and walked back to Ryou carefully. Never had he seen this amount of blood from someone's body simply from a bit of rough sex. Just a bit of luck, wasn't it? It wasn't as if Ryou needed anymore scars. He had already given him enough, Bakura thought to himself, feeling a bit ashamed and actually even a bit frightened.

Still speechless in shock, Ryou felt his legs go numb. It hurt more than anything he had ever felt before. Unable to contain himself longer, tears spilled over and he cried quietly as his yami approached him with a confused and questioning look.

Bakura sat at the edge of the bed, gently parting the boy's legs to examine the "damage." He winced when he heard Ryou give a choked sob when his legs were spread apart. Trying his hardest to shake it off, Bakura went on with examining. Lightly as a feather, he ran his smoothing fingers over the bloody area slowly, relieving a bit of the heat trapped there. For a moment, he disappeared into the bathroom to bring out a damp, soft rag.

Trying to contain his tears, Ryou managed to open one eye when he felt the cool dampness of the rag sweep over his pale skin smoothly and gently. Choking on a cry, Ryou whispered quietly, "Karakage-sama…"

"Hmm…?" Bakura tossed the bloody rag into the sink and ran his fingers over the skin again. It still looked red and enflamed, but he wasn't sure what to do after so. He had never dealt with a situation like this before. Back in Egypt, he would, to put it bluntly, sleep around. It wasn't as if he was a prostitute or something of that such, it was just how his life was…before Kawatori, of course.

Damn it…what if Kawatori had suffered like this after their first time and hid it from him… The boy had a major rebellious streak in him, and seemed nothing at all like this timid boy before him, but something about their hearts, the very soul, caused him to wonder if perhaps…?

"Can you walk?" Bakura asked, muttering under his breath about sounding too concerned. He put his arms around the boy's waist and pulled him into a sitting position.

"It hurts," Ryou cried quietly. He felt as if the energy had been completely drained from his body. He couldn't help himself when he fell back into his yami's arms. "Gomen nasai…I don't mean to be so weak, Karakage-sama. I just wish I could be good enough for you."

Feeling a stab into his heart at the words, Bakura squeezed his eyes shut and turned away stubbornly. "Stop being like that. You'll never grow to be a strong person if you keep demeaning yourself like that. For once, can't you think positively?! How do you know if you're not good enough for me? You may have my body, but you don't have my heart…"

Ryou stopped crying abruptly to stare silently at his blushing yami who happened to be speaking rapidly under his breath in Egyptian, likely to be cursing or some other form of profanity. Did he actually mean what he said? He felt a blush creeping at his face as he unconsciously snuggled closer into the warm body that held him. His heart pounded heavier than a hammer could hit a nail when he felt a single, smooth arm draped around his shoulders.

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Yugi sighed to himself, looking at the board quietly, before letting his eyes stray. He had been through an overload of stress lately, including schoolwork, duel monsters…and oh yes, keeping his feelings hidden from the person who was deep within his very soul. Yami…

His attention was suddenly brought to the door when a familiar snowy haired boy sort of…hoppled into the room, looking out of breath and utterly exhausted. Come to think of it, Ryou-kun had been keeping to himself lately. He had been a bit afraid to say anything, but he was honestly worried about the other boy. The large bruise on his face had only raised his suspicions. He was starting to suspect that someone was abusing him. At first he suspected Ryou's father for the crimes, but after the boy's statement that he hardly ever saw his father made it seem unreasonable. Who else could have done such a thing?

Ryou could feel those large amethyst eyes burning holes on him as he limped to his desk, trying his hardest to make his pain less obvious. He didn't want to attract any attention to himself and was glad that no one other than Yugi actually cared about him enough to wonder what was wrong with him. Otherwise, it would have been easy to tell.

Yugi frowned inwardly, causing a questioning feeling to come from Yami's side of the soul rooms. Yugi…?

Hiding his outward blush as well as his inward proved to be a rather difficult task, but he finally managed it in the end. Yami…it's…it's nothing. I'm just kind of worried about Ryou-kun is all… He looks…well, beat up…

Figuratively speaking, Yami replied mentally. Carefully locked away in his soul room, the ancient Egyptian trailed away from the conversation. He would never want to mar his relationship with such a pure hearted young boy…therefore he was forced to keep his feelings bottled up. There was something about Ryou-kun's yami…Bakura… For some reason he felt a bit suspicious of him, but he shouldn't interfere…especially when he couldn't even deal with his own emotional issues. Try talking to Ryou-kun after school…

Silently agreeing, Yugi glanced once more at the limping boy before worriedly returning to his work.

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Ryou sighed heavily in relief when the bell meaning his release finally rang. He was still limping heavily and found it difficult to proceed out the door. He blinked and blushed slightly when he felt a supporting arm around his waist. "Y-Yugi…" he stammered quietly.

Offering a bright smile, Yugi helped the taller boy out the building. "I don't know what's wrong, but I am worried about you. I won't pry either. I still hope you'd talk to me of your own free will. Yami thinks that you might be having problems with your yami again?"

Blushing visibly, Ryou leaned against a wall. "It…it's not any problems…"

Bakura narrowed his eyes quietly. Let me out, Ryou, he growled mentally. He knew that Ryou would do whatever it is that he asked him to. Wincing to himself, Bakura seized control of their body and leaned over to Yugi, whispering hotly in his ear "Pharaoh…"

Ryou's mind spun with guilt-racked thoughts. Even after the act, even though it was to ensure his survival, and even after all the pleasure he felt…he still had room in his soul to feel dirty. Just like…a whore… He didn't want to look at Yugi. He didn't want to tell him the truth…

"What is it?" Yami said cautiously in Egyptian, just to be safe. There was something odd about the look on Bakura's face. Studying it closer with probing crimson eyes, Yami took a reluctant step closer to the other boy. With his hair covering his eyes in that way, the pharaoh could not see his eyes or much of his face at all. "Bakura…kun…"

Chuckling quietly, Bakura looked up at him with angry tears sliding down his face. He continued to laugh despite the anger spilling over his eyes. Shaking his head, he let the age-old language roll off his tongue in a rather harsh manner. "I must really be insane this time. What am I doing? Am I asking help from the great pharaoh, Yami? I must have hit rock bottom. Why do I even care about that weakling anyway?"

Suspicion and a long streak of curiosity ran through the ancient pharaoh. Taking another cautious step closer to the snowy haired boy, Yami slowly laid a hand on his shoulder. He actually felt a great deal of pity for him. Sometimes it was harder to admit to yourself that you were in love with someone than for another to confront you about it. Could cold-hearted Bakura actually fall in love with Ryou-kun? Yes… History had the tendency to repeat itself. Just how exactly would he tell him that?

Unexpectedly, Bakura slumped into the arms of the other boy, shocking both Yami and himself. "I can't take it anymore," he muttered in their own language, "last night…the spirit transfer…he…he…blood…w-was everywhere…"

Yami tensed as the boy who was standing uncomfortably in his arms cried angrily. "Spirit transfer?" he muttered questioningly. "That is the most difficult spell for anyone to perform. One would have to give up half of his own life… You really do care about him."

"STOP IT, STOP IT!" the enraged snowy haired boy screamed in rapid old Egyptian. Clutching his head, he backed out of the arms that held him, in utter denial. "I don't want to hear it! DON'T SAY THAT I LOVE HIM! I don't want to be hurt again!"

Knives…knives of pain like a thousand daggers into your heart. Denial was such a powerful thing that could destroy something…or rather, someone to be exact. A fleeting moment filled with stunned silence had come upon them. So much for help from the pharaoh…

Yami closed his eyes respectfully and managed to smile sadly and faintly after Bakura's retreating back as he ran swiftly down the hall. He hoped that he wouldn't have as much as a hard time admitting to his aibou that he in fact loved him more than just as partners… Yugi…we need to talk…

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The heat of passion climbed the walls and filled every millimeter of space between them. With a final thrust and a whisper of unknown words, Bakura eased himself on top of the smaller boy who had now been able to control his vocal ability during these times.

It had been nearly two long months since the first transfer was made. Feeling uneasy about the idea, Bakura wanted to ensure that Ryou end up dying off despite the reassurance that the pharaoh had given him.

Looking deeply into Ryou's doe-like eyes, Bakura wondered to himself what his real desires were. Every time they did this his heart ached and caved in, digging up lost feelings that were suddenly popping back into his mind and soul. Ryou's eyes had gone dry; no more tears spilled over, no matter how much it hurt. A part of him missed those glistening tears…

Unable to control his sudden urge of weakness, Bakura rest his head in the nape of the boy's neck and cried softly to himself. Ryou wasn't the weak one. He was. Foolishly he had thought to himself that perhaps if Ryou saw him as a strong person, he could be like that one day. All those times he had yelled, cursed and beat him, were all reflections of how he wanted to treat himself. He was such a pathetic fool.

Ryou closed his eyes, hearing the gentle sobs. His hear was crying deep within him, but on the outside he could no longer control how his tears worked. He felt odd. He had nothing to say to anyone anymore and spent most of his time in silence. Even when his father made one of those rare visits home, he found nothing to say. Only guilty thoughts ran through his mind when his father greeted him with a warm smile and a hug, telling him he was a good boy and wonderful son. But that was false…

He was not a good boy. So after he had just about sold his soul to death, the person he loved most was forced to give him half of his own life. What comforting words did he have to say? Nothing that came from his mouth could be assuring at all. All he could do was hold the one he loved and weep with him in his heart.

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A/N: *sighs* sorry for not updating in such a long time x_X; I'm sure you all know what a hectic it is at school with the finals lately and such… It's nice to get a little break ^^; oh…before I forget o.o; I need to give some credit to my friend Tsukaina Kawatori-kun… why? Well because I'm using his name of course ^^;; if it wasn't for him, I don't think this story would even exist. @.@; besides, I think he found it rather humorous that I display him as Ryou-chan. Lol X_x;;; *waves* I hope you've all enjoyed the fic so far and review! *bows* Arigatou gozaimasu… >.o; Japanese school on Tuesday…XD