Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ryou's Secret ❯ The Graduation I: The Final Confrontation ( Chapter 16 )
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By: Tjay Motou 
Mwhahaha...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.01.2006 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 449 | Status: Completed
Mwhahaha...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.01.2006 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 449 | Status: Completed
Title: Ryou’s Secret
Chapter 16: The Graduation I: The Final Confrontation
Rating: NC-17 [duh! Like I’d write anything else?]
Pairing(s): Bakura/Ryou and Ryou/Bakura;
Warning: Blood, Yaoi, lemon, Sadism, abuse, other dark themes, a lovesick authoress who loves blood and death…BDSM.
Disclaimer;
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, if I did Bakura and Ryou would be fucking each other senseless… and I’d be watching!
Warnings: Umm... Bakura bashing Yugi big time... violence... however if you don't like violence... why are you still reading?
One more chapter to go!!!
Chapter 15 didn't get as much... attention as I had hoped... but that's not going to stop me now that I'm so close!
Chapter 16: The Graduation I: The Final Confrontation
Rating: NC-17 [duh! Like I’d write anything else?]
Pairing(s): Bakura/Ryou and Ryou/Bakura;
Warning: Blood, Yaoi, lemon, Sadism, abuse, other dark themes, a lovesick authoress who loves blood and death…BDSM.
Disclaimer;
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, if I did Bakura and Ryou would be fucking each other senseless… and I’d be watching!
Warnings: Umm... Bakura bashing Yugi big time... violence... however if you don't like violence... why are you still reading?
One more chapter to go!!!
Chapter 15 didn't get as much... attention as I had hoped... but that's not going to stop me now that I'm so close!
~*~
“Okay... when I walk across the stage... you press and hold this button and it takes the picture, think you can handle that Bakura?” Ryou said as he handed the digital camera to his lover.
“Yes... I'm not a moron... I'm not Yugi!” Bakura spat, flashing Ryou his trademark smirk.
“And don't break it!” Ryou added as the trio of Bakura, himself and Anzu entered the darken auditorium. Pictures of the events that had occurred during the school year and of students flashed from the over head projector.
Ryou and Anzu were wearing their dark blue gowns over top of street clothes, mortarboard hats pulled snuggly over their hair, their glossy white tassels hung on the upper right side of their hat.
Fellow students, who wore the exact same thing, some with their tassels on the wrong side, were pointing at the projection screen or chatting with friends they may not see again.
“Do I have to be here?” Bakura snarled, “wasn't your prom enough?” his eyes gazed over the mass of families and students. He hated being here, all these hopeless mortals... and being forbidden from harming them in anyway shape or form? What did Ryou expect from him?
“Shut up and stop complaining,” Anzu hissed at him under her breath as she shot him a death glare. “Now you sit here, Ryou and I have to have a little chat.” She motioned for Ryou to follower her.
~*~*~
Yami Yugi followed his hikari into the bathroom nearest to the auditorium. He could tell that this would be a one side conversation. He didn't remember Yugi being so, so hard headed. However that's just what he was being on the topic of Bakura and Ryou, as far as Yugi was concerned Bakura was beating Ryou and there were no other possibilities.
“Yugi, will you please listen to me?” Yami pleaded as he entered the bathroom after his hikari. “Bakura isn't forcing Ryou to do anything. Hello? Are you listening to me?”
“You don't know what your talking about.” Yugi snapped, he turned to face his dark. The look in those violet eyes told him that his hikari had himself convinced that thing were the way he thought they were.
“Who the hell are you trying to convince... me or yourse-?”
“You said you wanted to talk to me....”
“Anzu, can you take a look at my shoulder? Last night with Bakura... things got a little out of hand... I want to know how deep the cut is.”
“That sounds like Ryou and Anzu.” Yugi whispered.
“Sure. It doesn't look that bad. How did it happen?”
“Bakura got a little knife happy. He's like that sometimes, he gets so caught up in moment.”
“You might want to get that checked out though, it might get infected.”
“I will, after the ceremony. You know... I told Bakura... about what my dad used to do to me.”
“I know he told me... he was really upset... he wanted to hunt the asshole down and kill him.”
“He handled it better than I thought he would. It was Marik's idea, for me to be honest with him... he told me I should tell Bakura....”
“I still can't believe your dad made you have... do that. That's sick.”
“I showed Bakura the court papers... he wasn't happy... I thought he was going to kill me for keeping it from him. Hey we should get back, Bakura won't be impressed if we just leave him in there.”
“Still don't believe me?” Yugi hissed coldly at his dark, as if he had undeniable proof and to him, he did. Yami sighed, he knew Yugi was going to confront Bakura... which would only start a fight, a fight he couldn't help with.
~*~*~
“Hey Kura, we have go get in the line up now. Remember to take my picture... or I won't sleep with you for... for a whole year!” Ryou reminded adding in the stupid little threat, though he knew he wouldn't go through with it, even if Bakura didn't take his picture.
“Take my picture too, please?” Anzu added, “I really can't do anything if you don't... but please?” She pleaded. The two of them left Bakura sitting in the fourth row, alone.
“Yeah sure.” He said to no one. “Look here comes the porcupine now.” He added bitterly.
“Yami Bakura... you asshole!”
~*~*~
Ryou, Anzu, Seto, Honda and Joey, along with the the rest of the students lined up in alphabetical order. Ryou was near the beginning of the line, which he was glad of. Because as soon as he and Anzu crossed the stage they were leaving.
Everyone was startled by the screams that echoed from inside, students and teachers were rushing inside, pushing their way to the doors. That was when some boy from Ryou's class ran through the doors and yelled to everyone who was standing outside.
“OH MY GOD THERE'S A FIGHT INSIDE!!IT'S YUGI AND BAKURA'S BROTHER!!”
Ryou's smile faded and was replaced with a look of sheer terror. What did Yugi do to provoke Bakura? Or had Bakura started it? Ryou ran inside and pushed his way through the circle of people.
As soon as he got to Bakura's side he saw a bloodied Yugi Motou, it took all of Ryou's self-control not to laugh, Bakura had actually punched Yugi, right in the nose. He knew he had to stop Bakura before he did any more damage. He jumped into Bakura's line of fire, and pushed Bakura backwards, he held the tan suit jacket tightly.
“Bakura! Stop!” Ryou ordered, now this just pissed him off, first at his prom, now here. At this rate, he was going to get expelled. He couldn't blame Bakura for the fight last night, he didn't start it after all.
“Ryou, get out of my way... I swear I'm going to kill him.”
/What did he do?/
//He accused me of abusing you, and he had the nerve to say that I'm no better than your father. Now move so I can rip this head off//
“Stop it! Both of you!” Someone from the crowd yelled out, she sounded a lot like his homeroom teacher. By now Joey and Yami had taken Yugi away, Ryou really didn't care where he was at the moment.
//How DARE he! I'm going... to set him straight, right now!//
/No! I don't trust you at the moment. Sorry/
He really couldn't blame Ryou for not trusting him right now. Hell, he didn't even trust himself at the moment, it seemed self-control was no longer one of his strong points.
/You can take your anger out on me tonight. I promise/
//That's not a good idea...//
It was then Ryou noticed the blood on his lover's hand. “Come on, lets get you cleaned up.” he suggested soothingly, hoping to calm his very angry and very violent lover down, before something really really bad happened. He grabbed Bakura's hand and led him to the bathroom.
As soon as they entered the bathroom, they wished they hadn't, it was were Joey and Yami had taken Yugi. The five of them stood there in silence. Bakura and Ryou were hand in hand and Yugi was sitting on the sink with Yami using wet paper towel to try to stop the bleeding. Joey was giving them a dirty look, which was just adding fuel to the fire.
“Yugi... how could you... compare... you make me sick.” Ryou managed to say. He was at a loss, he could feel the tears coming to eyes. He spun on his heel and left, not wanting to cry in front of everyone, thankfully Bakura let go of his hand; forgetting that he was leaving Bakura with Yugi.
“I just want you to know one thing... not that this is any of your business, but what happens between me and my hikari is completely consensual. What do you mortals call it? A Sadistic/Masochistic... relationship. Just so you know. I am nothing like his father, I don't force him to do anything he doesn't want to, and if I were to even try-” Bakura was cut off by Ryou's sobs. He shot Yugi a murderous glare before leaving, some things were more important than his own pride and anger.
~*~*~
“This is the worst day... of my life.” Ryou mumbled between sobs as he clung to Bakura as if his life depended on it, soaking Bakura's dress shirt with tears. Two strong arms wrapped around the lithe body that clung to him. He was uncertain how to handle the situation and was left hoping that Anzu would show up soon.
//Ryou, I'm sorry//
“Oh my god, Bakura, Ryou?” Anzu called out as she ran to where they were standing, which was just on the other side of the ladies bathroom. Bakura was holding Ryou and was silently rubbing his back soothingly, he was resting his chin on the top of Ryou's head. “Hey, Ryouwe've got a few minutes before the ceremony starts, come on.” she said as she pulled Ryou from Bakura's arms. She was much better at comforting people than Bakura could ever hope to be.
Bakura watched as his lover and his friend disappeared into the crowd and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He fell back onto the wall and shoved his hands into his pockets, he rested his head on the wall and stared up at the ceiling. He fucked up big time and he knew it.
“What do you want pharaoh?” he asked without moving. He knew that Yami was there without having to look, he wasn't in the mood to chit-chat with the almighty pharaoh.
“I came here to apologize-”
“Don't waste your time. What's done is done, Ryou probably hates me now...because of that shrimp.”
“I knew I was right and I tried to tell him to leave you alone... he wouldn't listen to me.” Yami said in his attempt to undo the damage his hikari had caused. “You know you can't stay out here... you'll miss Ryou walking across the stage.” Bakura rolled his eyes but knew the pharaoh was right.
“Can you do me one favor pharaoh?” He asked turning his head to look at smaller man standing next to him. “Keep your hikari away from me... or I'll do something I will later regret.” With that said he pushed himself off the wall and headed into the auditorium.
~*~*~
Ryou was scanning the mass of people looking for Bakura; afraid that he had left, or went back for round two with Yugi, however he caught a glimpse of Bakura walking slowly to his original seat.
/Where were you?/
//Talking with Yami. He knew about us.//
/Oh./
//Listen, I'm sorry I ruined your day....//
/Don't worry about it, Yugi got what was coming to him. Besides you didn't get in trouble. Get the camera ready!/
Ryou ended the conversation when his row stood up. He had the biggest smile on his face, it may have been forced, but it got the job done. “Honors with Distinction, Bakura Ryou, he had an average of 98.” Ryou shook hands with Mr. Wong and smiled for the pictures. Much to his relief Bakura did take his picture.
Ryou returned to his seat.
/Thanks/
//For what?//
/Taking the picture/
//Like I wasn't going to? And risk no sex for a year?//
/It's really hot in here/
//I didn't notice... why the sudden change of subject?//
/I wasn't/
//Why are we still here?//
/We're waiting for Anzu/
//This is going to take all day//
/Hey, shut up, you missed the long spiel/
//There goes Anzu's row//
~*~*~
Much to Bakura's relief the ceremony was over. He saw Yugi standing by the door with his posse, he growled to himself and fought to control his anger. To his own surprise Ryou intertwined their fingers so that they were holding hands as they passed Yugi on their way outside.
Anzu was right behind them the whole time and shot Yugi a disappointed look as she passed. She wasted no time in joining Ryou and Bakura in the car. A gift from Ryou's father from graduating. He had been reluctant to accept at first, but had taken it as an apology gift.
Ryou had pressed charges against his father for the years of abuse and molestation, and not only was a legal suit filed, but also a civil suit as well and the settlement would be enough for he and Bakura to live comfortably for years. Anzu suspected that Ryou had come so accustom to the beating he forced himself to enjoy them, then Bakura came into the picture and the same abuse repeated itself, only Ryou did enjoy it, the rest was history.
Ryou put the car in drive and didn't even look back as he pulled out of the school parking lot. “Anzu did you want to come out to lunch with us or would you like to go home?” Ryou asked pleasantly.
“I'll join you two love birds but only if you keep it G rated.” Bakura turned around and gave her a questioning look.
“Love birds?” he repeated distastefully. Ryou tried not to laugh, but was unable to suppress it. Bakura snarled at Ryou, how dare he laugh at him.
Anzu just shook her head as the the lovers bantered back and forth. She and Ryou had been close friends since Memory World and when Bakura had re-entered their lives she was unsure if their friendship would continue but even before the romantic relationship between the two had started Ryou had refused to cut her out of his life. When the two finally turned from abuser and victim to lovers she did not question it and had gradually earned Bakura's respect. It had taken time to get the respect she now had from him it was worth it. She was glad that she could call on him if she needed to. It had taken him time to understand that she was there for him even if he didn't want a friend. Even he deserved a friend.
She was pulled from her thoughts when the car came to a sudden stop, in front of the most expensive restaurant in the city. She couldn't remember a time when the two of them went out for a meal like this; Bakura was never big on outings. She felt silly in her normal every day clothing as she entered the ritzy restaurant.
The lunch was wonderful, and very interesting; the topic of conversation had turned from the graduating to the fight with Yugi. Bakura felt it was a good time to fill Ryou in on how it started.
~*~*~
“Yami Bakura... you asshole!”
“Excuse me?” Bakura hissed as he stood to his full height, towering over little Yugi Motou. Needless to say but Bakura was very intimidating person, but that didn't stop Yugi.
“You beat Ryou, you hurt him, you force him to do... you're no better than his father and-” Yugi was cut off as Bakura's fist collided with his nose. Bakura didn't wait for the teen to recover before delivering a second blow, connecting with Yugi's jaw.
“Got anything else to say? You know nothing about Ryou, nor do you know anything about me.” Bakura snarled as he delivered his final blow, hitting the smaller teen on the temple. He had planned on a fourth blow however Ryou had intervened and pushed him back.
~*~*~
Anzu had taken it upon herself to take Ryou's camera and take a few pictures for the scrapbook. Bakura was a very unwilling participant in the photo shoot. The only time he smiled was when a waiter tripped over his foot and the platter he was carrying fell on the lap of some stuck up rich bitch. Anzu couldn't remember a time she had more fun. Bakura was a very funny person with his dry sarcastic witty humor and sharp tongue.
They had dropped her off at home, but she didn't go inside, she was on her way to Yugi's which was only three blocks away. It was time the two of them at a little chat about his obsession over the two white haired lovers.
She entered the small game shop and greeted Yugi's grandfather before entering the small two story home.
“Hello Anzu,” Yami greeted sharply; he was obviously not in a good mood, she didn't blame him after all his hikari went and got the shit beat out him, and there was nothing Yami could do about it. He couldn't blame Bakura, Yugi had provoked him.
“I need to talk to Yugi, I hope you don't mind.”
“Did Bakura or Ryou send you?” He interrogated, giving her a questioning look. He knew how close she was the Bakura's and that as their closest friend she knew what was really going on.
“No. They don't know I'm here.” She answered honestly. She had nothing to hide from him.
“He's upstairs in his room.”
“Thank you.” She nodded and headed up the stairs to the small bedroom on the right side of the hall. “Hello, Yugi can I come in?” She called out as she knocked on the door.
“Yeah, come in.” She opened the door and found him lying on bed, the swelling and bruising had worsened since she had last seen him. He had a black eye and the side of jaw was swollen badly, his nose was crooked but had stopped bleeding.
“Yugi, how could you do that?” She asked coldly.
“I thought I was right, but now I'm not so sure.” He replied without looking at her.
“Well you were wrong, they are together... and Ryou isn't in any danger. That I can promise you.” Anzu assured him.
“What about the bruises and the scars and-”
“There idea of pleasure is different, that doesn't mean it's abuse.”
“I-I....” Yugi just closed his eyes. There was nothing he could say that could justify his actions.
“They are lovers, and if you know what's good for you, you'll learn to accept that.” She shot coldly before turning her back on him and leaving.
~*~*~
Warning! Bakura kinda loses it. GRAPHIC CONTENT!!
~*~*~
Ryou's hands were shackled above his head by the chains that hung from the ceiling, he was completely naked and alone. Bakura had chosen the basement instead of the bedroom. The basement was truly a torture chamber. The bedroom was for the light hearted games of sadistic love. But not here; down here it was all about pain, there was nothing pretty or sexually pleasing here. The brick walls and the concrete floor were stained with blood, his blood.
Bakura had put up a great facade for Anzu, however Bakura needed to vent and Ryou had promised he would allow this. Ryou shallowed hard when Bakura re-entered the room, he sure as hell wasn't ready for what came next.
Bakura swung the long leather whip with all the strength he had, it connected with Ryou's back, tearing at his flesh, with a loud crack. Bakura moved forward and pulled Ryou's hair with enough force to rip it from his head.
“Count.” He ordered before releasing the fist full of white hair. Letting what he ripped out fall to the floor.
“One.”
Bakura swung the whip with all his might once again.
Crack.
“Two.”
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
< br> Crack.
“I said count!”
“S... s... si... x.”
Crack.
“Seven.”
Crack.
“Ei.. g... ht.”
Crack.
“Nine.”
~*~
Bakura didn't stop for what seemed like hours. Ryou could feel the tears welling up in eyes, his back was torn to shreds, a pool of blood was pooling on the floor around his feet, he could feel the cool liquid running down his back and leg.
“T... Tw... enty-five.” He uttered as his tears fell down his face. Bakura didn't notice that Ryou was crying and if he did he didn't care. Standing there in a pool of his own blood Ryou broke, his sobs echoed off the walls, but were ignored.
Bakura grabbed the thickest paddle they owned and continued his assault, he once again took his rage out in his swings as they connected with Ryou's pretty ass, until it too was a bloodied mess. Ryou wasn't required to count aloud this time, but had kept track mentally; thirty-seven.
The paddle was thrown aside and the whip was picked back up. Bakura walked around Ryou's body until they were standing nose to nose; he was still sobbing, but refused to say the safety word. Bakura however had a dark almost carnal look on his face as he stepped backward. He swung the whip and proceeded to assault Ryou's upper body. Much to Ryou's relief he was struck only ten times, his chest and stomach still looked somewhat decent; however everything was starting to get dizzy and he felt light headed.
Bakura removed the shackles, however this was far from over. He grabbed another fist full of hair and threw Ryou against the cold brick wall. Ryou screamed out when his torn flesh connected with the rough brick.
“Wake up!” Bakura snarled as he pulled Ryou to his feet. Ryou tried to stand on his own but fell the floor in pure agony.
/Kuru..../ Ryou started to say the safety word but slipped into an unconscious slumber before he could finish.
~*~*~
It's Safe To Read Again.
~*~*~
Ryou could feel the pain burning through his body, memories of what happened flooded his mind at the same time. He was positive he was lying in their bed. He opened his eyes slowly and found he was correct in his assumption, he was lying in their bed. Bakura was lying next him, whether he was asleep or awake was unknown to him, and at this moment he really didn't care. All he cared about was that he was there.
It seemed that Bakura had used the Ring's power to heal him as much as possible, but he was still a mess, and still very sore. He began to wonder how long he had been out for, and wanted to ask, but he was unable to speak, he didn't remember screaming, but it seemed he had.
/Bakura?/
//Yes?//
/How long was I-/
//Three days. Now go back to sleep.//
Ryou didn't want to sleep he wanted to get up, and he did just that. His body screamed for him to lie down; he ignored it the best he could. He stumbled to the bedroom door before falling to his knees. He looked down and noticed that he was wearing his light blue pajama bottoms, his upper body was wrapped with blood stained bandages. Using the door to support himself he stood back up and slowly made his way down the hallway and down the stairs, one step at a time. Much to his relief Bakura was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs.
“I told you to go back to sleep. You need rest.” Bakura reminded softly. Ryou fell against his dark's strong body and used it to keep himself standing. “I got a little carried away...,” he added with a chuckle.
“A little carried away? A little?” Ryou repeated in disbelief. “A little... are you mental?”
“Oh, I'm not finished with you yet.” Bakura whispered his promise in Ryou's ear.
~*~*~
Wow now that's an awesome chapter... I covered everything I wanted... hehehe
I want you all to know now that when I finish the last chapter I'm going to go back and re-edit all the chapters in this fic... don't worry I won't be making any major changes...
Anyways please read and review.
“Okay... when I walk across the stage... you press and hold this button and it takes the picture, think you can handle that Bakura?” Ryou said as he handed the digital camera to his lover.
“Yes... I'm not a moron... I'm not Yugi!” Bakura spat, flashing Ryou his trademark smirk.
“And don't break it!” Ryou added as the trio of Bakura, himself and Anzu entered the darken auditorium. Pictures of the events that had occurred during the school year and of students flashed from the over head projector.
Ryou and Anzu were wearing their dark blue gowns over top of street clothes, mortarboard hats pulled snuggly over their hair, their glossy white tassels hung on the upper right side of their hat.
Fellow students, who wore the exact same thing, some with their tassels on the wrong side, were pointing at the projection screen or chatting with friends they may not see again.
“Do I have to be here?” Bakura snarled, “wasn't your prom enough?” his eyes gazed over the mass of families and students. He hated being here, all these hopeless mortals... and being forbidden from harming them in anyway shape or form? What did Ryou expect from him?
“Shut up and stop complaining,” Anzu hissed at him under her breath as she shot him a death glare. “Now you sit here, Ryou and I have to have a little chat.” She motioned for Ryou to follower her.
~*~*~
Yami Yugi followed his hikari into the bathroom nearest to the auditorium. He could tell that this would be a one side conversation. He didn't remember Yugi being so, so hard headed. However that's just what he was being on the topic of Bakura and Ryou, as far as Yugi was concerned Bakura was beating Ryou and there were no other possibilities.
“Yugi, will you please listen to me?” Yami pleaded as he entered the bathroom after his hikari. “Bakura isn't forcing Ryou to do anything. Hello? Are you listening to me?”
“You don't know what your talking about.” Yugi snapped, he turned to face his dark. The look in those violet eyes told him that his hikari had himself convinced that thing were the way he thought they were.
“Who the hell are you trying to convince... me or yourse-?”
“You said you wanted to talk to me....”
“Anzu, can you take a look at my shoulder? Last night with Bakura... things got a little out of hand... I want to know how deep the cut is.”
“That sounds like Ryou and Anzu.” Yugi whispered.
“Sure. It doesn't look that bad. How did it happen?”
“Bakura got a little knife happy. He's like that sometimes, he gets so caught up in moment.”
“You might want to get that checked out though, it might get infected.”
“I will, after the ceremony. You know... I told Bakura... about what my dad used to do to me.”
“I know he told me... he was really upset... he wanted to hunt the asshole down and kill him.”
“He handled it better than I thought he would. It was Marik's idea, for me to be honest with him... he told me I should tell Bakura....”
“I still can't believe your dad made you have... do that. That's sick.”
“I showed Bakura the court papers... he wasn't happy... I thought he was going to kill me for keeping it from him. Hey we should get back, Bakura won't be impressed if we just leave him in there.”
“Still don't believe me?” Yugi hissed coldly at his dark, as if he had undeniable proof and to him, he did. Yami sighed, he knew Yugi was going to confront Bakura... which would only start a fight, a fight he couldn't help with.
~*~*~
“Hey Kura, we have go get in the line up now. Remember to take my picture... or I won't sleep with you for... for a whole year!” Ryou reminded adding in the stupid little threat, though he knew he wouldn't go through with it, even if Bakura didn't take his picture.
“Take my picture too, please?” Anzu added, “I really can't do anything if you don't... but please?” She pleaded. The two of them left Bakura sitting in the fourth row, alone.
“Yeah sure.” He said to no one. “Look here comes the porcupine now.” He added bitterly.
“Yami Bakura... you asshole!”
~*~*~
Ryou, Anzu, Seto, Honda and Joey, along with the the rest of the students lined up in alphabetical order. Ryou was near the beginning of the line, which he was glad of. Because as soon as he and Anzu crossed the stage they were leaving.
Everyone was startled by the screams that echoed from inside, students and teachers were rushing inside, pushing their way to the doors. That was when some boy from Ryou's class ran through the doors and yelled to everyone who was standing outside.
“OH MY GOD THERE'S A FIGHT INSIDE!!IT'S YUGI AND BAKURA'S BROTHER!!”
Ryou's smile faded and was replaced with a look of sheer terror. What did Yugi do to provoke Bakura? Or had Bakura started it? Ryou ran inside and pushed his way through the circle of people.
As soon as he got to Bakura's side he saw a bloodied Yugi Motou, it took all of Ryou's self-control not to laugh, Bakura had actually punched Yugi, right in the nose. He knew he had to stop Bakura before he did any more damage. He jumped into Bakura's line of fire, and pushed Bakura backwards, he held the tan suit jacket tightly.
“Bakura! Stop!” Ryou ordered, now this just pissed him off, first at his prom, now here. At this rate, he was going to get expelled. He couldn't blame Bakura for the fight last night, he didn't start it after all.
“Ryou, get out of my way... I swear I'm going to kill him.”
/What did he do?/
//He accused me of abusing you, and he had the nerve to say that I'm no better than your father. Now move so I can rip this head off//
“Stop it! Both of you!” Someone from the crowd yelled out, she sounded a lot like his homeroom teacher. By now Joey and Yami had taken Yugi away, Ryou really didn't care where he was at the moment.
//How DARE he! I'm going... to set him straight, right now!//
/No! I don't trust you at the moment. Sorry/
He really couldn't blame Ryou for not trusting him right now. Hell, he didn't even trust himself at the moment, it seemed self-control was no longer one of his strong points.
/You can take your anger out on me tonight. I promise/
//That's not a good idea...//
It was then Ryou noticed the blood on his lover's hand. “Come on, lets get you cleaned up.” he suggested soothingly, hoping to calm his very angry and very violent lover down, before something really really bad happened. He grabbed Bakura's hand and led him to the bathroom.
As soon as they entered the bathroom, they wished they hadn't, it was were Joey and Yami had taken Yugi. The five of them stood there in silence. Bakura and Ryou were hand in hand and Yugi was sitting on the sink with Yami using wet paper towel to try to stop the bleeding. Joey was giving them a dirty look, which was just adding fuel to the fire.
“Yugi... how could you... compare... you make me sick.” Ryou managed to say. He was at a loss, he could feel the tears coming to eyes. He spun on his heel and left, not wanting to cry in front of everyone, thankfully Bakura let go of his hand; forgetting that he was leaving Bakura with Yugi.
“I just want you to know one thing... not that this is any of your business, but what happens between me and my hikari is completely consensual. What do you mortals call it? A Sadistic/Masochistic... relationship. Just so you know. I am nothing like his father, I don't force him to do anything he doesn't want to, and if I were to even try-” Bakura was cut off by Ryou's sobs. He shot Yugi a murderous glare before leaving, some things were more important than his own pride and anger.
~*~*~
“This is the worst day... of my life.” Ryou mumbled between sobs as he clung to Bakura as if his life depended on it, soaking Bakura's dress shirt with tears. Two strong arms wrapped around the lithe body that clung to him. He was uncertain how to handle the situation and was left hoping that Anzu would show up soon.
//Ryou, I'm sorry//
“Oh my god, Bakura, Ryou?” Anzu called out as she ran to where they were standing, which was just on the other side of the ladies bathroom. Bakura was holding Ryou and was silently rubbing his back soothingly, he was resting his chin on the top of Ryou's head. “Hey, Ryouwe've got a few minutes before the ceremony starts, come on.” she said as she pulled Ryou from Bakura's arms. She was much better at comforting people than Bakura could ever hope to be.
Bakura watched as his lover and his friend disappeared into the crowd and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He fell back onto the wall and shoved his hands into his pockets, he rested his head on the wall and stared up at the ceiling. He fucked up big time and he knew it.
“What do you want pharaoh?” he asked without moving. He knew that Yami was there without having to look, he wasn't in the mood to chit-chat with the almighty pharaoh.
“I came here to apologize-”
“Don't waste your time. What's done is done, Ryou probably hates me now...because of that shrimp.”
“I knew I was right and I tried to tell him to leave you alone... he wouldn't listen to me.” Yami said in his attempt to undo the damage his hikari had caused. “You know you can't stay out here... you'll miss Ryou walking across the stage.” Bakura rolled his eyes but knew the pharaoh was right.
“Can you do me one favor pharaoh?” He asked turning his head to look at smaller man standing next to him. “Keep your hikari away from me... or I'll do something I will later regret.” With that said he pushed himself off the wall and headed into the auditorium.
~*~*~
Ryou was scanning the mass of people looking for Bakura; afraid that he had left, or went back for round two with Yugi, however he caught a glimpse of Bakura walking slowly to his original seat.
/Where were you?/
//Talking with Yami. He knew about us.//
/Oh./
//Listen, I'm sorry I ruined your day....//
/Don't worry about it, Yugi got what was coming to him. Besides you didn't get in trouble. Get the camera ready!/
Ryou ended the conversation when his row stood up. He had the biggest smile on his face, it may have been forced, but it got the job done. “Honors with Distinction, Bakura Ryou, he had an average of 98.” Ryou shook hands with Mr. Wong and smiled for the pictures. Much to his relief Bakura did take his picture.
Ryou returned to his seat.
/Thanks/
//For what?//
/Taking the picture/
//Like I wasn't going to? And risk no sex for a year?//
/It's really hot in here/
//I didn't notice... why the sudden change of subject?//
/I wasn't/
//Why are we still here?//
/We're waiting for Anzu/
//This is going to take all day//
/Hey, shut up, you missed the long spiel/
//There goes Anzu's row//
~*~*~
Much to Bakura's relief the ceremony was over. He saw Yugi standing by the door with his posse, he growled to himself and fought to control his anger. To his own surprise Ryou intertwined their fingers so that they were holding hands as they passed Yugi on their way outside.
Anzu was right behind them the whole time and shot Yugi a disappointed look as she passed. She wasted no time in joining Ryou and Bakura in the car. A gift from Ryou's father from graduating. He had been reluctant to accept at first, but had taken it as an apology gift.
Ryou had pressed charges against his father for the years of abuse and molestation, and not only was a legal suit filed, but also a civil suit as well and the settlement would be enough for he and Bakura to live comfortably for years. Anzu suspected that Ryou had come so accustom to the beating he forced himself to enjoy them, then Bakura came into the picture and the same abuse repeated itself, only Ryou did enjoy it, the rest was history.
Ryou put the car in drive and didn't even look back as he pulled out of the school parking lot. “Anzu did you want to come out to lunch with us or would you like to go home?” Ryou asked pleasantly.
“I'll join you two love birds but only if you keep it G rated.” Bakura turned around and gave her a questioning look.
“Love birds?” he repeated distastefully. Ryou tried not to laugh, but was unable to suppress it. Bakura snarled at Ryou, how dare he laugh at him.
Anzu just shook her head as the the lovers bantered back and forth. She and Ryou had been close friends since Memory World and when Bakura had re-entered their lives she was unsure if their friendship would continue but even before the romantic relationship between the two had started Ryou had refused to cut her out of his life. When the two finally turned from abuser and victim to lovers she did not question it and had gradually earned Bakura's respect. It had taken time to get the respect she now had from him it was worth it. She was glad that she could call on him if she needed to. It had taken him time to understand that she was there for him even if he didn't want a friend. Even he deserved a friend.
She was pulled from her thoughts when the car came to a sudden stop, in front of the most expensive restaurant in the city. She couldn't remember a time when the two of them went out for a meal like this; Bakura was never big on outings. She felt silly in her normal every day clothing as she entered the ritzy restaurant.
The lunch was wonderful, and very interesting; the topic of conversation had turned from the graduating to the fight with Yugi. Bakura felt it was a good time to fill Ryou in on how it started.
~*~*~
“Yami Bakura... you asshole!”
“Excuse me?” Bakura hissed as he stood to his full height, towering over little Yugi Motou. Needless to say but Bakura was very intimidating person, but that didn't stop Yugi.
“You beat Ryou, you hurt him, you force him to do... you're no better than his father and-” Yugi was cut off as Bakura's fist collided with his nose. Bakura didn't wait for the teen to recover before delivering a second blow, connecting with Yugi's jaw.
“Got anything else to say? You know nothing about Ryou, nor do you know anything about me.” Bakura snarled as he delivered his final blow, hitting the smaller teen on the temple. He had planned on a fourth blow however Ryou had intervened and pushed him back.
~*~*~
Anzu had taken it upon herself to take Ryou's camera and take a few pictures for the scrapbook. Bakura was a very unwilling participant in the photo shoot. The only time he smiled was when a waiter tripped over his foot and the platter he was carrying fell on the lap of some stuck up rich bitch. Anzu couldn't remember a time she had more fun. Bakura was a very funny person with his dry sarcastic witty humor and sharp tongue.
They had dropped her off at home, but she didn't go inside, she was on her way to Yugi's which was only three blocks away. It was time the two of them at a little chat about his obsession over the two white haired lovers.
She entered the small game shop and greeted Yugi's grandfather before entering the small two story home.
“Hello Anzu,” Yami greeted sharply; he was obviously not in a good mood, she didn't blame him after all his hikari went and got the shit beat out him, and there was nothing Yami could do about it. He couldn't blame Bakura, Yugi had provoked him.
“I need to talk to Yugi, I hope you don't mind.”
“Did Bakura or Ryou send you?” He interrogated, giving her a questioning look. He knew how close she was the Bakura's and that as their closest friend she knew what was really going on.
“No. They don't know I'm here.” She answered honestly. She had nothing to hide from him.
“He's upstairs in his room.”
“Thank you.” She nodded and headed up the stairs to the small bedroom on the right side of the hall. “Hello, Yugi can I come in?” She called out as she knocked on the door.
“Yeah, come in.” She opened the door and found him lying on bed, the swelling and bruising had worsened since she had last seen him. He had a black eye and the side of jaw was swollen badly, his nose was crooked but had stopped bleeding.
“Yugi, how could you do that?” She asked coldly.
“I thought I was right, but now I'm not so sure.” He replied without looking at her.
“Well you were wrong, they are together... and Ryou isn't in any danger. That I can promise you.” Anzu assured him.
“What about the bruises and the scars and-”
“There idea of pleasure is different, that doesn't mean it's abuse.”
“I-I....” Yugi just closed his eyes. There was nothing he could say that could justify his actions.
“They are lovers, and if you know what's good for you, you'll learn to accept that.” She shot coldly before turning her back on him and leaving.
~*~*~
Warning! Bakura kinda loses it. GRAPHIC CONTENT!!
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Ryou's hands were shackled above his head by the chains that hung from the ceiling, he was completely naked and alone. Bakura had chosen the basement instead of the bedroom. The basement was truly a torture chamber. The bedroom was for the light hearted games of sadistic love. But not here; down here it was all about pain, there was nothing pretty or sexually pleasing here. The brick walls and the concrete floor were stained with blood, his blood.
Bakura had put up a great facade for Anzu, however Bakura needed to vent and Ryou had promised he would allow this. Ryou shallowed hard when Bakura re-entered the room, he sure as hell wasn't ready for what came next.
Bakura swung the long leather whip with all the strength he had, it connected with Ryou's back, tearing at his flesh, with a loud crack. Bakura moved forward and pulled Ryou's hair with enough force to rip it from his head.
“Count.” He ordered before releasing the fist full of white hair. Letting what he ripped out fall to the floor.
“One.”
Bakura swung the whip with all his might once again.
Crack.
“Two.”
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
< br> Crack.
“I said count!”
“S... s... si... x.”
Crack.
“Seven.”
Crack.
“Ei.. g... ht.”
Crack.
“Nine.”
~*~
Bakura didn't stop for what seemed like hours. Ryou could feel the tears welling up in eyes, his back was torn to shreds, a pool of blood was pooling on the floor around his feet, he could feel the cool liquid running down his back and leg.
“T... Tw... enty-five.” He uttered as his tears fell down his face. Bakura didn't notice that Ryou was crying and if he did he didn't care. Standing there in a pool of his own blood Ryou broke, his sobs echoed off the walls, but were ignored.
Bakura grabbed the thickest paddle they owned and continued his assault, he once again took his rage out in his swings as they connected with Ryou's pretty ass, until it too was a bloodied mess. Ryou wasn't required to count aloud this time, but had kept track mentally; thirty-seven.
The paddle was thrown aside and the whip was picked back up. Bakura walked around Ryou's body until they were standing nose to nose; he was still sobbing, but refused to say the safety word. Bakura however had a dark almost carnal look on his face as he stepped backward. He swung the whip and proceeded to assault Ryou's upper body. Much to Ryou's relief he was struck only ten times, his chest and stomach still looked somewhat decent; however everything was starting to get dizzy and he felt light headed.
Bakura removed the shackles, however this was far from over. He grabbed another fist full of hair and threw Ryou against the cold brick wall. Ryou screamed out when his torn flesh connected with the rough brick.
“Wake up!” Bakura snarled as he pulled Ryou to his feet. Ryou tried to stand on his own but fell the floor in pure agony.
/Kuru..../ Ryou started to say the safety word but slipped into an unconscious slumber before he could finish.
~*~*~
It's Safe To Read Again.
~*~*~
Ryou could feel the pain burning through his body, memories of what happened flooded his mind at the same time. He was positive he was lying in their bed. He opened his eyes slowly and found he was correct in his assumption, he was lying in their bed. Bakura was lying next him, whether he was asleep or awake was unknown to him, and at this moment he really didn't care. All he cared about was that he was there.
It seemed that Bakura had used the Ring's power to heal him as much as possible, but he was still a mess, and still very sore. He began to wonder how long he had been out for, and wanted to ask, but he was unable to speak, he didn't remember screaming, but it seemed he had.
/Bakura?/
//Yes?//
/How long was I-/
//Three days. Now go back to sleep.//
Ryou didn't want to sleep he wanted to get up, and he did just that. His body screamed for him to lie down; he ignored it the best he could. He stumbled to the bedroom door before falling to his knees. He looked down and noticed that he was wearing his light blue pajama bottoms, his upper body was wrapped with blood stained bandages. Using the door to support himself he stood back up and slowly made his way down the hallway and down the stairs, one step at a time. Much to his relief Bakura was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs.
“I told you to go back to sleep. You need rest.” Bakura reminded softly. Ryou fell against his dark's strong body and used it to keep himself standing. “I got a little carried away...,” he added with a chuckle.
“A little carried away? A little?” Ryou repeated in disbelief. “A little... are you mental?”
“Oh, I'm not finished with you yet.” Bakura whispered his promise in Ryou's ear.
~*~*~
Wow now that's an awesome chapter... I covered everything I wanted... hehehe
I want you all to know now that when I finish the last chapter I'm going to go back and re-edit all the chapters in this fic... don't worry I won't be making any major changes...
Anyways please read and review.