Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Snow White Queen ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Celestial Reign 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shoujo / Psychological / Horror / Hentai / Romance | Type: Yuri | Uploaded On: 02.20.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 380 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shoujo / Psychological / Horror / Hentai / Romance | Type: Yuri | Uploaded On: 02.20.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 380 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Three
Ryou didn't waste a second. The minute Mariku's footsteps echoed down the stairs and went out of earshot, she sprung from the bed and to the door, moaning in frustration to find that the door was locked. So much for that. Mariku did say it locked from the outside, but still, Ryou had to try something. Her mind quickly turned to the window and she whirled around, ignoring the man's warnings of it too being locked and she fiddled with it, pushing up on it with her bound hands. It didn't budge, and Ryou felt the hope she had earlier diminishing with every second. Was there no way out of this? Her eyes trailed to the rope wrapped around her wrists and she took her mind away from escape to concentrate on getting out of the ropes. It probably wouldn't help her get away from here anymore than being tied up would be, but at least she would have full use of her arms and hands then. If push came to shove, then she would fight off her attackers, even if they threatened her with guns.
Ryou knew the outcome of that thought, though. She was a weakling, she couldn't hope to fight these two men. Still. She wanted to try. She didn't want to die like this, all pathetic and caged like a rat at the mercy of two hungry cats. It was better to go down with some dignity than to die begging and pleading like she'd been doing.
Gritting her teeth, Ryou hissed out a few swears when the ropes round her wrists gave no signs of loosening. The more she struggled against them, the more they chafed her flesh and irritated it. She bit back a wince, holding in the cries of anguish she so wanted to let out. She wanted to make noise, or do something, anything, but the fear of the two men coming up and hurting her for making noise kept her from doing so.
It must've been about half an hour before Ryou finally gave up on the ropes. They were just too tight, and she needed something sharp to cut them with, something she didn't have at the moment. Ryou bit her lip, trying to hold in all the hysteria and fear that was bubbling up inside her. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm down and think as reasonably as she could. She had all the facts: She had been kidnapped by two people she didn't know. She was bound by the wrists and placed in a locked room in some strange house in the middle of nowhere. Her two captors were armed with guns and drugs and seemed awfully prepared for something like this. Had they done this before? Ryou could only guess yes, they probably had. She was no different than all those other people you saw on the news every single day. She was just another victim, just another face in the crowd, just another dead body they would probably never find, or find buried somewhere in the years to come.
The thoughts made her sick. No, no, Ryou was scared, she was scared! She didn't want to die! She choked on her sobs, trying to will herself to follow her captor's instructions and 'calm the fuck down'. Thinking like she was only made the situation worse. She couldn't help it. Just the fear of the unknown probably terrified her more than anything. She just wished they would come up here and at least tell her what they planned to do with her. Just tell her how they planned to gut and kill her so she could prepare herself.
Ryou looked around the room, wiping at her nose that had started running, and took in her surroundings. She was in enemy territory, so it would probably be wise to learn as much as she could about the place. Maybe then she could get an idea of where exactly she was, if...if she was even still in the same country. The thought brought on another wave of nausea, the thought of not knowing how far away from home she was, but Ryou bit it down, standing to her feet and breathing in before exhaling and looking around the room.
It was very plain in color, the only color present being a deep blue (which was the color of the blanket on the bed), and the walls were white, the floor also being a hue of blue she couldn't quite place. There was hardly any furniture in the room, the largest being the bed she'd been placed on, and a little desk in the corner. The moon climbed in the sky, seeping through her window and creating four little squares on the floor, giving the room all the light she needed. She didn't want to flick on the light, she didn't want it to seem like she was actually staying in this room. It was a strange way to think of it, but Ryou wanted nothing to do with this place. She was a hostage here, not a guest, not a welcome person, so she moved to the window, seating herself on the floor and staring down at the black jeep that had taken her here.
Ryou didn't know how long she sat there just staring out the window, but the moon continued its climb, going higher and higher into the sky, and the little squares on the floor inched further and further backward until they were stretched to the limit. She did not want to sleep, wanting to have at least some form of rebellion against her captors. It was stupid, it was foolish to lose sleep while in a hostile environment when she needed her strength now more than ever, but it was Ryou's strange way of thinking, and it gave her a little satisfaction.
The stars twinkled in the night sky as the moon sailed past them and Ryou had to wonder then if she would ever, ever see her family and friends again. She had just been ripped out of her life and placed in this new...life. Was it punishment? Would the terror ever go away? Would these people let her go and get back to her normal life? Ryou dipped her head, finally tearing away from the sky and stared at the rope wrapped around her wrists.
"I'm sorry." She spoke to no one, barely hearing it come from her own mouth, but the message was clear. If she did something, then...apologizing would help. It wouldn't make it better, no, but maybe an angel or something would hear and help her. If she would die, then now was a great time to start thinking about all the bad things in life she'd done. Like that time her dad told her not to touch his shaving cream when she was little. She did so anyway and ended up spraying it all over the bathroom. She was just a child then, but she knew the difference between right and wrong. Little things like that, though laughable now, still made her feel guilty and sorry for what she'd done. Even if it was something as stupid as covering the bathroom in shaving cream. She was sorry, sorry that she might not see her friends again, or her dad.
Ryou was getting tired, exhausted from the fear she was feeling, the butterflies flocking around her stomach, the anxiety of the unknown of what would happen to her, the thought of when the two men would be up here to kill her, and she was spent from it all.
Tipping to the side, eyes growing heavy, Ryou finally fell asleep on the floor.
***
It was somewhere on that borderline of sleep and mass confusion when Ryou heard the door squeak open. It was still dark, and she didn't know how long it'd been since she dozed off, but she was horribly groggy and a little disoriented, confused, but she sat up and tried to blink the sleep from her eyes. Crap, crap, how had she made herself so vulnerable so easily? The silhouette of one of the men stood in the doorway and Ryou's fear was kicked back into full gear. Would he kill her now?
"What the hell are you doing on the floor? Did you not see the bed?"
Ah, it was the voice of the white-haired one. She half-expected him to pull a gun on her for sleeping on the floor since he seemed to be a little more, eh, assertive than his friend, but no such thing happened. That didn't make her less afraid of him and despite being exhausted from being woken up from a restless sleep, Ryou was wary and watched his every move, not trusting anything that he did. She jumped a little when he moved, finally walking into the room, but his target was not her. Instead, he pulled out a chair at the desk in the corner and plopped down, crossing his legs and placing his hand to his head like he had a headache.
"Look." He spoke into his hand, muffling his words a little, but his voice was loud enough for her to clearly hear across the room. He seemed unconfident the way he spoke, like all his words were forced out and it strained him to say them. "I...I know...I know you're scared, but you don't have to be. I didn't do this to you to scare you, okay? I..." He trailed off again, and Ryou found herself leaning forward, anticipating every word he spoke. She was afraid to bombard him with questions again, not wanting this one angry with her, but they were caught in her throat and she was dying to let them out. She listened intently as he rubbed his forehead. "Dammit, I'm no good at this. Look, just trust me when I tell you that I won't hurt you, okay? I shouldn't have pulled my gun on you like that and...I'm sorry, alright?"
She didn't know how to take this. Her captor was apologizing for being rough with her? Was there a such thing as a polite kidnapper? She supposed there was, but that didn't make them any less dangerous. No, no, she wouldn't let her sympathetic nature get the better of her in this. If these villains thought they could sway her with words, they had another thing coming. They still kidnapped her, they still took her away from her family and trapped her in a bedroom. Th-they were the evil villains in this story.
Maybe...maybe if she gained their trust a little...acted like she understood, did whatever they told her, then maybe they'd let her go? No, they had to be more complicated than that. There was a reason she was brought here. What that reason was, Ryou just didn't know. "Why am I here?" She spoke without even thinking and bit her tongue when the words escaped. Dammit, dammit, she was sure to make him mad now.
He looked up through his fingers at her still form framed by moonlight and trailed his eyes to the ceiling, uncrossing his legs and letting out a huge sigh. "Would you like anything, Ryou? Are you hungry?"
Again, this person avoided her questions and it put Ryou off, annoyed her, and despite her situation, despite being the one without the upper hand, Ryou grew angry, and the anger and irritation finally swam over and drowned her fear. "S...stop doing that."
The man looked back at her, his face blank just like his friend's and she couldn't read his expression. "Do...what?"
"Stop avoiding my questions! I just want some answers." Was that too much to ask? Didn't she deserve them now? "Just tell me why the hell you kidnapped me and why I'm here. Is this for ransom? Do you want my money? Just take it, hell, I'll give you all that I have, okay?" It all came out in a jumbled heap and Ryou barely realized all she'd said and she was hot in the face from the pent-up frustration and rage. She didn't care about anything right now, about getting hurt. She wanted some damned answers.
The man leaned back in the chair, causing it to creak from the abuse, and he stared her right in the eye, unblinking as he spoke. "I don't want your money, Ryou, and I don't want to hurt you."
She would've pulled her hair out had her hands not been tied together. "Then why am I here? What do you want from me?" She was sick of him beating around the bush.
He rose from the chair and crossed the room, and it was then that Ryou realized how tall the man was. He towered over her as he got closer and closer and Ryou's anger completely dissipated, the terror coming back and grounding in her stomach, causing her to double over at the horrible feeling. She was scared, she was scared, he would kill her! How stupid she was. She could act tough all day long, but this was her true nature, a pathetic creature terrified of its predator. She jumped back the closer he got, not wanting him any closer than he already was, but he was just in arm's reach, and he reached out as if to prove this, and Ryou flinched, turning her head to the side, afraid he would strike her. No such thing happened. Expecting a slap of some kind, or a punch, Ryou squeaked a little when the man's fingers nabbed her chin, forcing her to look back at him. He was. so. close. right now, he had bent down to get face-level with her and he was right. there. What he did next, Ryou almost didn't comprehend it. The man leaned into her and Ryou turned away out of reflex, but it did no good. His fingers kept her in place and then his mouth was on hers, hot, hot, his mouth was hot and invading and foreign and Ryou was panicking! H-how-why-w-what? She couldn't think straight, this was just so...surreal.
Her mind finally snapped back to reality and Ryou screamed into his mouth, kicking out with her free legs to get him off of her. The distraction worked and he broke away when her foot collided with the side of his calf.
...There was...no way that just happened. No, no, no, Ryou's captor didn't really just...kiss her. No. There was no way. No, no, she was just dreaming, this was just a horrible nightmare! That's right...she was still home, sleeping soundly in her bed, she would get up tomorrow with a headache and go to school. That's right...
The man smiled as Ryou tried to catch her breath, still in denial over the whole thing, that this was just not happening to her, and he leaned down again to say something that terrified Ryou more than the kiss ever could. "I love you, Ryou."
Ryou drew a blank. She absolutely could not think of what to say. She slowly drew her head up, face covered by her mouth, and stared at the man who just proclaimed love to her. She stared into his eyes, the same shade of brown her own were, and she backed away from him. "..." There was...just no way he had just said that to her. No...no fucking way some psycho kidnapped her just professed his love to her. He-he didn't even know her, how could he love her?! Crazy, he was just a crazy psychotic killer. Ryou shook her head at him, mouth not moving, words she wanted to say not coming out. "..."
The man nodded, tilting his head to the side like a curious kitten. "I love you, Ryou."
"I..." Still shocked, still drawing a blank, Ryou felt a little stupid when the next question she asked was, "What's...your name? I don't...I don't even...what the hell...?" Her words were slurred and almost incoherent, but the one question made its way out. Who was this crazy psycho?
He opened his mouth to speak, a tiny little noise coming out, but then closed it again, as if losing confidence and he fell silent for a moment. "...I...I am Bakura."
The kiss was unexpected, the proclamation of love shocking and horrifying, the fact that she'd been kidnapped already scary and getting scarier, but this...this just crossed the fucking line. "You...you fucking bastard!" Her hand was removed from her mouth and Ryou found her voice again, not caring she was shouting at her captor, not caring that he had a gun and could off her anytime he chose. This was just...wrong. And sick. "You can't just steal my name! No, I'm Bakura! I am Ryou Bakura, dammit! Give me your own fucking name, you dick!" Ryou never swore. Ryou was polite, but Ryou was also scared right now. She might be killed.
The man calling himself 'Bakura' did not grow angry at her like she'd expected, but he reached out and grabbed her shoulders. "Ryou, Ryou, calm down."
She slapped his hands away, not liking the feeling of his fingers on her shoulders, even if he was touching her sleeves. No, no, he was not allowed to touch her! "D-d-don't put your hands on me, you freak!" Backing away, Ryou hit the window, and the fear mixed with her anger until both were undistinguishable from each other. The man's arms were on either side of her, so she couldn't dart around him and run. Her only other option of escape right now was through the window, and she didn't feel like breaking any bones she may need later.
"Ryou, it's okay."
"S-stop saying my name! You've already stolen it, so just shut up, you fucked up--"
Bakura raised his arm as if to hit her and Ryou quaked, wincing and flinching away from the expected slap. Nothing happened, and she felt stupid for breaking, for being...weak. She sobbed a little, just wanting to go home.
"I won't have you raising your voice at me, Ryou. I never remembered you swearing like a sailor. It's not like you.'
She gritted her teeth, not surprised in the least if she had broken some, and she dug her nails into her palms. How...how dare this...this... "You know nothing about me."
For once, Bakura's expression shown through and he looked...almost sad. It was so misleading, an expression like that on a psychotic killer's face, but those once stabbing brown eyes were now soft and gentle. What was up with this person? Crazy, he was crazy. He looked away from her, staring at their feet on the floor for a very long time before he finally looked back up at her and was slow to speak. "...You and I are more alike than you know. And I do know a lot about you, Ryou. I can honestly tell you that I love you. It's true, but...you would have never understood if I just came up and told you."
"So you just figured kidnapping me and keeping me hostage here would change my mind?" She found her sharp tongue again and used it. Ryou was so prone to emotional changes. She'd always been that way. It was just running from one end of the spectrum to the other.
Bakura nodded and looked away from her again. "There was no other way. This is for the best, Ryou."
"I want to go home."
Silence passed between the pair and neither of them spoke for what felt like hours. Bakura finally sighed, leaning away from her a bit and Ryou felt she could breathe once more. "No." It was a simple answer, but it was all that was needed to be said.
Ryou would've back talked, she would've sworn at him some more, she would've kicked and screamed and fought tooth and nail until this psycho agreed to let her go, but that small little rejection fell on her like a ton of bricks and Ryou just sobbed. The tears were warm and large and they wouldn't stop falling. She reached up with her bound hands and covered her face, not wanting her enemy to see her in such a stupid and pitiful state.
Bakura just sighed, stepping away from her and moving back toward the door. He stopped before leaving, hand glued to the door handle, and he spoke to her, back facing her. "I promise things will be okay here, Ryou. I can't let you leave, but just know that I'm telling you the truth when I say that I love you. Don't think it's something bad. I'll try and make life here better for you. You'll love it, I promise." His hand gripped the handle a little tighter. "Try and sleep. And don't sleep on the floor. I'll tie you down to the bed if I have to." With everything said and done, Bakura walked through the door, not looking back, locking Ryou back in to cry by herself.
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Ryou didn't waste a second. The minute Mariku's footsteps echoed down the stairs and went out of earshot, she sprung from the bed and to the door, moaning in frustration to find that the door was locked. So much for that. Mariku did say it locked from the outside, but still, Ryou had to try something. Her mind quickly turned to the window and she whirled around, ignoring the man's warnings of it too being locked and she fiddled with it, pushing up on it with her bound hands. It didn't budge, and Ryou felt the hope she had earlier diminishing with every second. Was there no way out of this? Her eyes trailed to the rope wrapped around her wrists and she took her mind away from escape to concentrate on getting out of the ropes. It probably wouldn't help her get away from here anymore than being tied up would be, but at least she would have full use of her arms and hands then. If push came to shove, then she would fight off her attackers, even if they threatened her with guns.
Ryou knew the outcome of that thought, though. She was a weakling, she couldn't hope to fight these two men. Still. She wanted to try. She didn't want to die like this, all pathetic and caged like a rat at the mercy of two hungry cats. It was better to go down with some dignity than to die begging and pleading like she'd been doing.
Gritting her teeth, Ryou hissed out a few swears when the ropes round her wrists gave no signs of loosening. The more she struggled against them, the more they chafed her flesh and irritated it. She bit back a wince, holding in the cries of anguish she so wanted to let out. She wanted to make noise, or do something, anything, but the fear of the two men coming up and hurting her for making noise kept her from doing so.
It must've been about half an hour before Ryou finally gave up on the ropes. They were just too tight, and she needed something sharp to cut them with, something she didn't have at the moment. Ryou bit her lip, trying to hold in all the hysteria and fear that was bubbling up inside her. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm down and think as reasonably as she could. She had all the facts: She had been kidnapped by two people she didn't know. She was bound by the wrists and placed in a locked room in some strange house in the middle of nowhere. Her two captors were armed with guns and drugs and seemed awfully prepared for something like this. Had they done this before? Ryou could only guess yes, they probably had. She was no different than all those other people you saw on the news every single day. She was just another victim, just another face in the crowd, just another dead body they would probably never find, or find buried somewhere in the years to come.
The thoughts made her sick. No, no, Ryou was scared, she was scared! She didn't want to die! She choked on her sobs, trying to will herself to follow her captor's instructions and 'calm the fuck down'. Thinking like she was only made the situation worse. She couldn't help it. Just the fear of the unknown probably terrified her more than anything. She just wished they would come up here and at least tell her what they planned to do with her. Just tell her how they planned to gut and kill her so she could prepare herself.
Ryou looked around the room, wiping at her nose that had started running, and took in her surroundings. She was in enemy territory, so it would probably be wise to learn as much as she could about the place. Maybe then she could get an idea of where exactly she was, if...if she was even still in the same country. The thought brought on another wave of nausea, the thought of not knowing how far away from home she was, but Ryou bit it down, standing to her feet and breathing in before exhaling and looking around the room.
It was very plain in color, the only color present being a deep blue (which was the color of the blanket on the bed), and the walls were white, the floor also being a hue of blue she couldn't quite place. There was hardly any furniture in the room, the largest being the bed she'd been placed on, and a little desk in the corner. The moon climbed in the sky, seeping through her window and creating four little squares on the floor, giving the room all the light she needed. She didn't want to flick on the light, she didn't want it to seem like she was actually staying in this room. It was a strange way to think of it, but Ryou wanted nothing to do with this place. She was a hostage here, not a guest, not a welcome person, so she moved to the window, seating herself on the floor and staring down at the black jeep that had taken her here.
Ryou didn't know how long she sat there just staring out the window, but the moon continued its climb, going higher and higher into the sky, and the little squares on the floor inched further and further backward until they were stretched to the limit. She did not want to sleep, wanting to have at least some form of rebellion against her captors. It was stupid, it was foolish to lose sleep while in a hostile environment when she needed her strength now more than ever, but it was Ryou's strange way of thinking, and it gave her a little satisfaction.
The stars twinkled in the night sky as the moon sailed past them and Ryou had to wonder then if she would ever, ever see her family and friends again. She had just been ripped out of her life and placed in this new...life. Was it punishment? Would the terror ever go away? Would these people let her go and get back to her normal life? Ryou dipped her head, finally tearing away from the sky and stared at the rope wrapped around her wrists.
"I'm sorry." She spoke to no one, barely hearing it come from her own mouth, but the message was clear. If she did something, then...apologizing would help. It wouldn't make it better, no, but maybe an angel or something would hear and help her. If she would die, then now was a great time to start thinking about all the bad things in life she'd done. Like that time her dad told her not to touch his shaving cream when she was little. She did so anyway and ended up spraying it all over the bathroom. She was just a child then, but she knew the difference between right and wrong. Little things like that, though laughable now, still made her feel guilty and sorry for what she'd done. Even if it was something as stupid as covering the bathroom in shaving cream. She was sorry, sorry that she might not see her friends again, or her dad.
Ryou was getting tired, exhausted from the fear she was feeling, the butterflies flocking around her stomach, the anxiety of the unknown of what would happen to her, the thought of when the two men would be up here to kill her, and she was spent from it all.
Tipping to the side, eyes growing heavy, Ryou finally fell asleep on the floor.
***
It was somewhere on that borderline of sleep and mass confusion when Ryou heard the door squeak open. It was still dark, and she didn't know how long it'd been since she dozed off, but she was horribly groggy and a little disoriented, confused, but she sat up and tried to blink the sleep from her eyes. Crap, crap, how had she made herself so vulnerable so easily? The silhouette of one of the men stood in the doorway and Ryou's fear was kicked back into full gear. Would he kill her now?
"What the hell are you doing on the floor? Did you not see the bed?"
Ah, it was the voice of the white-haired one. She half-expected him to pull a gun on her for sleeping on the floor since he seemed to be a little more, eh, assertive than his friend, but no such thing happened. That didn't make her less afraid of him and despite being exhausted from being woken up from a restless sleep, Ryou was wary and watched his every move, not trusting anything that he did. She jumped a little when he moved, finally walking into the room, but his target was not her. Instead, he pulled out a chair at the desk in the corner and plopped down, crossing his legs and placing his hand to his head like he had a headache.
"Look." He spoke into his hand, muffling his words a little, but his voice was loud enough for her to clearly hear across the room. He seemed unconfident the way he spoke, like all his words were forced out and it strained him to say them. "I...I know...I know you're scared, but you don't have to be. I didn't do this to you to scare you, okay? I..." He trailed off again, and Ryou found herself leaning forward, anticipating every word he spoke. She was afraid to bombard him with questions again, not wanting this one angry with her, but they were caught in her throat and she was dying to let them out. She listened intently as he rubbed his forehead. "Dammit, I'm no good at this. Look, just trust me when I tell you that I won't hurt you, okay? I shouldn't have pulled my gun on you like that and...I'm sorry, alright?"
She didn't know how to take this. Her captor was apologizing for being rough with her? Was there a such thing as a polite kidnapper? She supposed there was, but that didn't make them any less dangerous. No, no, she wouldn't let her sympathetic nature get the better of her in this. If these villains thought they could sway her with words, they had another thing coming. They still kidnapped her, they still took her away from her family and trapped her in a bedroom. Th-they were the evil villains in this story.
Maybe...maybe if she gained their trust a little...acted like she understood, did whatever they told her, then maybe they'd let her go? No, they had to be more complicated than that. There was a reason she was brought here. What that reason was, Ryou just didn't know. "Why am I here?" She spoke without even thinking and bit her tongue when the words escaped. Dammit, dammit, she was sure to make him mad now.
He looked up through his fingers at her still form framed by moonlight and trailed his eyes to the ceiling, uncrossing his legs and letting out a huge sigh. "Would you like anything, Ryou? Are you hungry?"
Again, this person avoided her questions and it put Ryou off, annoyed her, and despite her situation, despite being the one without the upper hand, Ryou grew angry, and the anger and irritation finally swam over and drowned her fear. "S...stop doing that."
The man looked back at her, his face blank just like his friend's and she couldn't read his expression. "Do...what?"
"Stop avoiding my questions! I just want some answers." Was that too much to ask? Didn't she deserve them now? "Just tell me why the hell you kidnapped me and why I'm here. Is this for ransom? Do you want my money? Just take it, hell, I'll give you all that I have, okay?" It all came out in a jumbled heap and Ryou barely realized all she'd said and she was hot in the face from the pent-up frustration and rage. She didn't care about anything right now, about getting hurt. She wanted some damned answers.
The man leaned back in the chair, causing it to creak from the abuse, and he stared her right in the eye, unblinking as he spoke. "I don't want your money, Ryou, and I don't want to hurt you."
She would've pulled her hair out had her hands not been tied together. "Then why am I here? What do you want from me?" She was sick of him beating around the bush.
He rose from the chair and crossed the room, and it was then that Ryou realized how tall the man was. He towered over her as he got closer and closer and Ryou's anger completely dissipated, the terror coming back and grounding in her stomach, causing her to double over at the horrible feeling. She was scared, she was scared, he would kill her! How stupid she was. She could act tough all day long, but this was her true nature, a pathetic creature terrified of its predator. She jumped back the closer he got, not wanting him any closer than he already was, but he was just in arm's reach, and he reached out as if to prove this, and Ryou flinched, turning her head to the side, afraid he would strike her. No such thing happened. Expecting a slap of some kind, or a punch, Ryou squeaked a little when the man's fingers nabbed her chin, forcing her to look back at him. He was. so. close. right now, he had bent down to get face-level with her and he was right. there. What he did next, Ryou almost didn't comprehend it. The man leaned into her and Ryou turned away out of reflex, but it did no good. His fingers kept her in place and then his mouth was on hers, hot, hot, his mouth was hot and invading and foreign and Ryou was panicking! H-how-why-w-what? She couldn't think straight, this was just so...surreal.
Her mind finally snapped back to reality and Ryou screamed into his mouth, kicking out with her free legs to get him off of her. The distraction worked and he broke away when her foot collided with the side of his calf.
...There was...no way that just happened. No, no, no, Ryou's captor didn't really just...kiss her. No. There was no way. No, no, she was just dreaming, this was just a horrible nightmare! That's right...she was still home, sleeping soundly in her bed, she would get up tomorrow with a headache and go to school. That's right...
The man smiled as Ryou tried to catch her breath, still in denial over the whole thing, that this was just not happening to her, and he leaned down again to say something that terrified Ryou more than the kiss ever could. "I love you, Ryou."
Ryou drew a blank. She absolutely could not think of what to say. She slowly drew her head up, face covered by her mouth, and stared at the man who just proclaimed love to her. She stared into his eyes, the same shade of brown her own were, and she backed away from him. "..." There was...just no way he had just said that to her. No...no fucking way some psycho kidnapped her just professed his love to her. He-he didn't even know her, how could he love her?! Crazy, he was just a crazy psychotic killer. Ryou shook her head at him, mouth not moving, words she wanted to say not coming out. "..."
The man nodded, tilting his head to the side like a curious kitten. "I love you, Ryou."
"I..." Still shocked, still drawing a blank, Ryou felt a little stupid when the next question she asked was, "What's...your name? I don't...I don't even...what the hell...?" Her words were slurred and almost incoherent, but the one question made its way out. Who was this crazy psycho?
He opened his mouth to speak, a tiny little noise coming out, but then closed it again, as if losing confidence and he fell silent for a moment. "...I...I am Bakura."
The kiss was unexpected, the proclamation of love shocking and horrifying, the fact that she'd been kidnapped already scary and getting scarier, but this...this just crossed the fucking line. "You...you fucking bastard!" Her hand was removed from her mouth and Ryou found her voice again, not caring she was shouting at her captor, not caring that he had a gun and could off her anytime he chose. This was just...wrong. And sick. "You can't just steal my name! No, I'm Bakura! I am Ryou Bakura, dammit! Give me your own fucking name, you dick!" Ryou never swore. Ryou was polite, but Ryou was also scared right now. She might be killed.
The man calling himself 'Bakura' did not grow angry at her like she'd expected, but he reached out and grabbed her shoulders. "Ryou, Ryou, calm down."
She slapped his hands away, not liking the feeling of his fingers on her shoulders, even if he was touching her sleeves. No, no, he was not allowed to touch her! "D-d-don't put your hands on me, you freak!" Backing away, Ryou hit the window, and the fear mixed with her anger until both were undistinguishable from each other. The man's arms were on either side of her, so she couldn't dart around him and run. Her only other option of escape right now was through the window, and she didn't feel like breaking any bones she may need later.
"Ryou, it's okay."
"S-stop saying my name! You've already stolen it, so just shut up, you fucked up--"
Bakura raised his arm as if to hit her and Ryou quaked, wincing and flinching away from the expected slap. Nothing happened, and she felt stupid for breaking, for being...weak. She sobbed a little, just wanting to go home.
"I won't have you raising your voice at me, Ryou. I never remembered you swearing like a sailor. It's not like you.'
She gritted her teeth, not surprised in the least if she had broken some, and she dug her nails into her palms. How...how dare this...this... "You know nothing about me."
For once, Bakura's expression shown through and he looked...almost sad. It was so misleading, an expression like that on a psychotic killer's face, but those once stabbing brown eyes were now soft and gentle. What was up with this person? Crazy, he was crazy. He looked away from her, staring at their feet on the floor for a very long time before he finally looked back up at her and was slow to speak. "...You and I are more alike than you know. And I do know a lot about you, Ryou. I can honestly tell you that I love you. It's true, but...you would have never understood if I just came up and told you."
"So you just figured kidnapping me and keeping me hostage here would change my mind?" She found her sharp tongue again and used it. Ryou was so prone to emotional changes. She'd always been that way. It was just running from one end of the spectrum to the other.
Bakura nodded and looked away from her again. "There was no other way. This is for the best, Ryou."
"I want to go home."
Silence passed between the pair and neither of them spoke for what felt like hours. Bakura finally sighed, leaning away from her a bit and Ryou felt she could breathe once more. "No." It was a simple answer, but it was all that was needed to be said.
Ryou would've back talked, she would've sworn at him some more, she would've kicked and screamed and fought tooth and nail until this psycho agreed to let her go, but that small little rejection fell on her like a ton of bricks and Ryou just sobbed. The tears were warm and large and they wouldn't stop falling. She reached up with her bound hands and covered her face, not wanting her enemy to see her in such a stupid and pitiful state.
Bakura just sighed, stepping away from her and moving back toward the door. He stopped before leaving, hand glued to the door handle, and he spoke to her, back facing her. "I promise things will be okay here, Ryou. I can't let you leave, but just know that I'm telling you the truth when I say that I love you. Don't think it's something bad. I'll try and make life here better for you. You'll love it, I promise." His hand gripped the handle a little tighter. "Try and sleep. And don't sleep on the floor. I'll tie you down to the bed if I have to." With everything said and done, Bakura walked through the door, not looking back, locking Ryou back in to cry by herself.
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