Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stay In Shadow ❯ Crawling ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 3 - Crawling

A small figure limped down the side of the road, dragging it's feet to move on further. His silver hair was stuck to his forehead, drenched in cold sweat that ran down his chin and fell to the dry ground.

There was no soothing wind to cool his burning body, only the shade from a rare tree seemed to help him to continue his long walk. Small drops of blood followed the boy, immediatly crusting from the hot sun. Sharp intakes of breath could be heard from him as he journeyed on.

There was no mercy for the young boy, not even from nature. It seemed that all were cruel to him and he had done nothing to deserve it. A small tear could be seen faaling down his face and to the ground on his way to his home. The only place he knew where he wouldn't be laughed at by everyone, only one person. The tear dried up on the cement.

Ryou quickly opened the door to his place and closed it. There he lay against the door, letting his body take in the air it needed. When he figured he could walk again, he made his way to the den where he carelessly fell on the couch.

His stomach burned, even more than before. He felt his cheek and immediatly pulled back. The bruises were tender and stung to his touch. He moaned in his agony. Unfortunatly, the day didn't go as well as he had hoped. Well, everything was fine. He had gotten through the first few classes fine, except for gym class. He had gotten hurt, although it was because of something he already had. So he had to sit out. What was even worse was that Yugi kept on questioning him. It made Ryou real nervous, but he had to mae sure he didn't say anything. So he acted like his normal self.

Lunch time went well, and then classes after that. It was only after school when the worst was to happen. Taking longer than most kids, Ryou was one of the last out of the school, for obvious reasons. Yugi had invited him to his house, but Ryou had refused. Sure, he would have loved going to Yugi's, but then that would only leave two things to happen. He would spill everything to Yugi and his friends, and he would get beaten even more badly by Bakura for telling, or he would just go and not say anything and he would still be beaten badly by his yami.

Ryou knew that he was going to get beaten today anyway, but he was already weak and Ryou decided it would be best to go to Yugi's when he had more strength to take Bakura's blows.

As Ryou had walked out of the school, he had been met by a few bullies. Ones that he saw all the time...and felt their punches all the time too. Then he had limped home.

Ryou put a hand to his head and groaned again. He was already late home from school, he knew that Bakura would be back soon. He had to get ready. Ryou then finally noticed that something was missing. He looked on the table infront of him. There was no vase. Slowly standing up his eyes widened. There on the floor was a shattered vase and his rose. He frowned. Bakura must have done it. He went down on his knees, ignorng the pain and picked up the rose. While doing so, he had cut his finger from a peice of glass. He didn't bother looking at his cut, he had worse ones. Walking to the kitchen, he put his flower in a cup of water and got a broom for the glass on the floor.

Ryou took the broom and sweeped up the remaining glass, putting it in a bag and in the garbage. He wanted to hide it good. He didn't want Bakura to find a new torture weapon.

While walking to his room, he remembered the blood on the ground and walls.

"Great," he said outloud. "I'll have to wash those too! Why do I deserve this? Oh yah, it's what Bakura said, cause I'm a good for nothing weakling."

His leg screamed in pain and he winced, falling onto the wall. He pushed himself off and continued to limp down the hallway. A few minutes later, he came out of his room, dressed in new clothes, amazed that Bakura still wasn't back.

'Probably thinking of new ways to torture me on his way.' Ryou thought. 'That, or else he's hiding and laughing at me from the shadows.'

Ryou limped to the kitchen to get some supplies to clean the carpet and walls before Bakura came back. He reached down in a cupboard to get a cleaner and put it on the small island counter (a/n:you know in some kitchens, they have counters in the middle?) before getting a spounge. He then started to limp away, but forgot the cleaner and went back to grab it, his hand on the counter for support. He was about to turn away from the counter when he felt a hand on his back. He gasped, turning around and the cleaner falling out of his hand and to the floor.

Bakura's cold eyes met Ryou. He started shaking.

"B-B-Bakura!...."

His dark half smiled at him mysteriously and frowned looking at the cleaner on the ground. "What is this Ryou?"

"Ah...w-well, y-you see, I-I was g-going t-to..."

Bakura placed a hand on Ryou's chest. This caused Ryou to become more nervous.

"Going to what?" Bakura hissed. "We didn't get blood on the carpet, did we?"

Ryou couldn't speak. He mouth was moving, but no words were coming out. His lips were trembling. Bakura smirked. He saw the bruises on Ryou's face. Ones that he had not given Ryou himself. He then noticed blood dripping off of Ryou's finger and onto the floor. He frowned. Ryou was in bad shape. Maybe he didn't deserve a beating tonight...rather...something different.

Ryou didn't speak or move. It was like Bakura enjoyed watching him in fear. Taking his hand off Ryou's chest, Bakura reached down and grabbed Ryou's wrist, holding his hand up for both of them to see. He saw the blood flowing from a cut on his finger.

"Now what did we do here?"

Ryou got even more tense. Maybe Bakura was going to slice off his fingers one by one. Ryou had so many thoughts in his head, he just wanted to faint.

Bakura rubbed the middle of Ryou's palm with his fingers. Amazingly to Ryou, his touch was gentle and smooth. He didn't know what Bakura was going to do and before he knew, Bakura had brought Ryou's finger close to his face.

'Is he going to bite it off?!' Ryou thought.

"I'm sure it stings..." Bakura whispered.

Before Ryou could think of anything else, Bakura closed his mouth around Ryou's finger and began to suck on his finger. His tongue circled around the finger in his mouth, tasting the blood and letting it seep down his throat. (a/n: he's not a vampire or anything)

Ryou whimpered at the feeling of Bakura's tongue. He had no idea why Bakura was doing this. Bakura suddenly pulled Ryou' hand away, his finger slowly moving out of Bakura's mouth. Bakura not forgetting to give it one last lick. When Bakura was done, he looked away from Ryou's wet finger and to his face. Seeing that Ryou was looking straight at him in shock and fear, Bakura smirked and licked his lips.

Ryou took a deep breath and didn't let go. After looking at Ryou for a few seconds, Bakura noticed cuts on Ryou's neck.

Bakura moved closer to Ryou. Ryou couldn't move at all, his back already against the counter. Bakura saw Ryou's attepts to escape.

"Won't get very far," he said.

Ryou gulped.

Bakura then leaned in closer to Ryou. He felt his body now touching Ryou's and the pleasure that was spread through him. If only he could get closer without hurting Ryou...a lot closer.

Ryou gasped as he felt Bakura's body touch his. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it made him feel more vunerable than before. Was Bakura suducing him?

Bakura put both of his arms on either side of Ryou, his hands on the smooth surface of the counter. He then slowly, smirking at Ryou as he did, tilted his head down to the base of Ryou's neck and dragged his tongue across the skin.

Ryou gasped feeling the wetness on his bare skin. He tried to supress the moan coming from his throat, but it was no use. He liked it. And with Bakura's body against his, and Bakura's arms surronding him, he couldn't go anywhere. Even though the feeling was pleasurable, he could only watch and feel as Bakura touched him in anyway he pleased. Ryou was too weak to move and was too smart to know not to kick Bakura in the stomach while he was doing what he was.

Bakura planted kisses on the side of Ryou's neck and then lifted his head so his face met Ryou's. The boy looked terrified, but from the moan that Bakura had heard from Ryou earlier, he knew that he enjoyed it. Placing a small kiss on Ryou's trembling lips, Bakura backed away from his light and smirked.

"You should get some rest Ryou, especially after that choas on the school grounds," he said and he walked away from Ryou, leaving to his room. (which was actually Ryou's dad's)

Ryou tried to get a grip on what had happened. But he couldn't. He touched his lips, they weren't quivering anymore. Something about Bakura's power and his gentleness had stopped Ryou fom thinking anything was terribly wrong. How did Bakura know what happened at school? Was he watching him? The truth was that he wanted Bakura to be with him now. The warmth was gone. He was alone. Again.