Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tainted Love: Light and Dark ❯ Never Again ( Chapter 4 )
This is finally it. Bakura decides to kick Ryou out of his own house and takes it for his own. Where will Ryou go? What will happen when Bakura decides to make Yugi his prey instead?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.19.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 416 | Status: Completed
::NEVER AGAIN::
Disclaimer: Not mine. Rawr. Don't sue me. Also I don't own the song. It's by October Project. It's called "Sunday morning, Yellow sky". It's really pretty! Listen to it if you haven't heard it.
Warning: ^_^;; Angst. Plenty of angst and sap, as well as a semi-character death. Gomen!
Notes: I know this took me forever but there's a reason. >_o after getting tired of writing I stopped for a while, and then when I came back to it I realized how much I didn't like how I wrote it and was ashamed to write anymore. ^_^;; So I'm really sorry this took this long. I finally decided to change my writing style a bit and I continued. I actually rather like this chapter.
Also, I realize that it must have been horribly confusing how I changed back and forth between calling Ryou `Ryou' as well as `bakura'. So now I kept it more consistant, and only Yami Bakura is called Bakura and Ryou is called… Well, Ryou. So there. HAHAH. ^_^; Now onto the story, Wai!
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"Ryou" A voice chimed; a small pinprick of sound in the distance, an ink droplet in water. The buzzing of a small mosquito. The voice had faded into blackness; a train disappearing into the desolate darkness of a rusty, mouse infested tunnel.
"Ryou!" it came a bit louder, a distant firecracker that lit the sky with red and gold, this time bringing an ounce of light into the blackness that penetrated eye-sight, but once again dissipating into the dark. A raven spreading it's wings; an angel disappearing into the depths of hell.
There was a disgruntled sigh that gave Ryou the illusion of crashing into a brick wall and a rough nudge to the small boy's side, long lashes fluttered open like butterfly wings to be welcomed by an aggravated Yami's foot against his torso - stinging; burning as bruises were crushed and cuts were pulled open by the pressure. Ryou shifted in a weak attempt to stand - a dismembered salamander caught in turbulent sand; inhaling a stabbing breath from the searing new pains that threw him back against the floor.
"Get up" The voice was sharp and harsh, as would come from an angry feline; hissing and growling as it tortured a small white mouse with gnashing teeth and fangs. Ryou blinked several times, soaking in the words like a dried up sponge that took longer to absorb the moisture. He wanted him to try and get up already? After last night? He couldn't even sit up right now, much less stand. He couldn't understand how he'd even lived through the night.
His thoughts faltered
He couldn't have made it through the night on his own. Added, his wounds were sealed now, even the most intense ones. By all means, at least the long slashes and gouges should still be open and pumping up fresh new sheets of blood, but instead they seemed to have stopped bleeding and half closed. To top it off, he felt a very faint, darker energy writhing through his veins, like a worm trapped inside of a straw. He must have been close to death. Had to have been. His Yami donated him just enough energy to live. Not a lot, just to make it through the night. It's the only plausible elucidation that made any form of sense.
"I said, `get up'. Must I repeat everything a second time with you today?" A tsunami of fear bombarded the lithe form at the tone of the words, wracking his spine. A mouse ran over his grave. He couldn't lay there any longer. His mental alarm clock was screaming out it's final ring. Time to get up or go back to sleep for good. Ryou reached up to the nightstand beside the bed and used it for support as he struggled to stand, strangling the wood as though he had intent to kill it; fingernails scraping the surface and leaving trails; a snake's path through desert sand. Knives stabbed at his form from every point they possibly could, his joints screaming, his flesh lit on fire; a cool blue flame amidst the salmon-orange and blush-red inferno. Not a single inch of his body was spared from the onslaught of relentless affliction. Still he didn't cry. Still he couldn't cry.
When he'd finally managed to stand on two feet, excluding the wall he leaned against for support and the nightstand he still used to hold his weight, Bakura thrust his clothes into Ryou's arms. "Get dressed and get out" The utterance was sardonic and saturnine, mocking and void of emotion, demanding respect and obedience. "Don't ever come back here again"
"but.. I live here. Where else can I go?" his words tumbled out, overlapping Bakura's, each word tripping over the next; Ryou hardly focusing on articulating his words anymore. In fact he sounded rather drunk the way he stuttered and slurred every other word. Where could he go. It was no longer a matter of wanting to stay. In fact he didn't want to. Bakura was there. He could be rid of him. No more beatings without him. No more pain. but where could he go? He didn't want to live on the streets. Maybe he'd go stay with one of his friends. Who though? Maybe Honda? He couldn't stay with Yugi. Bakura would expect that. He didn't want to stay with Jou. It might be cause for a jealous Seto. He thought about Anzu.. but while growing up he was always taught never to sleep at a girl's house unless they were lovers, and thank the gods they weren't that.
"I really don't care. That's not my problem anymore. Now get out." So that was it. He couldn't stay there. Bakura had finally taken everything from him. His pride. His self-esteem. His soul, mind, and body. His virginity. Now he'd moved on to more material possessions; his home, everything within. Everything around. Everything in general. Everything. Everything gone.
It was all so pathetically awful. He was so weak that he lost everything; everything that meant nothing, and everything that meant anything to him. It was so ironic. He just watched him take it. Always watched him take it. Always let him take it because he was too weak to do otherwise. Too afraid. Too small. Too fragile. Too innocent. Too stupid.. too fucking stupid. He lost it all. Ryou couldn't help but secretively grin. Everything. Every fucking thing. Gone. He dressed himself and left. Couldn't take it. Couldn't believe it. Everything. Gone.
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At the broken heart of the city, where the hollow light of day never reaches in
A man can break down and fall into pieces.
He will fall asleep like a baby, and the unforgiving arms of the cradle
rock as hard as the face of the city pavement
Hide your eyes
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Present
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Hot breath wafted over shuddering flesh like cinnamon, a bubble-gum tongue tracing the narrow contours of the other's chest. Thundering heartbeats. Jagged, angry-red teeth-marks. Touches rough enough to rival that of sandpaper. Burning. Aching. Crystaline tears staining pale cheeks.
N.. no..
No.. not like.. this..
Not with..
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Past
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Honda. Ryou had finally decided he'd stay with him. He'd call first… but currently he didn't even have his house anymore. Much less a phone. All he could do was pray that his friend was home. Pray that he'd take him in. Pray he'd provide some form of comfort. He didn't care how. A hug would do. Anything. Anything at all.
Something didn't feel right though. A nagging feeling that screamed in the back of his head. A little fly humming through what felt like an empty skull. He ignored it. Whatever it was could wait. He didn't care right now. He just wanted a bed. A blanket. Some kind of warmth. Some kind of comfort. Yeah, it felt sort of greedy, but after the night he'd been though he thought he deserved one day of only caring about himself. He could barely walk, and he thanked whatever higher power if one existed for the fact he had found a decent walking stick in his front yard that must have fallen from one of the trees around his house, which he now used to support himself.
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He can see the face of a lover in the lonely face of the angel above him
Carved into the stone that is changing around him.
He can feel her breathing inside him and the unforgiving visions deny him
Life can only be what a man can make it.
Hide your eyes
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Present
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"That's a good little light. Scream for me. I want to hear you…scream."
A jagged cry was torn from the throat of the smaller being, tied up beneath the dark spirit which sat perched atop his chest, tracing his collarbone with the cold edge of a knife one might find in the kitchen
Somewhere behind them was the sound of a door, quietly creaking open. A single footstep planting itself on the ground.
"I see you've decided to join us….Ryou."
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Past
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Ryou felt something niggling at his defenses he'd put up. He'd closed his connection some time ago from Bakura, however, now it felt like someone was scratching at his very soul, the way a dog might scratch the front door of it's master's home. Except, this was the opposite.
Carefully, slowly, Ryou made the connection with Bakura again. Maybe he would apologize? Maybe Bakura would beg him to come back?
There was a cold, dark laughter emitted just as he began to get his hopes up.
<<Ryou, guess who I've got?>>
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He can feel his skin like a prison, like a dying cage he struggles to live inside
He tries to call out but nobody hears him.
At the ragged edge of the silence in the calm that only comes with the violent sleep
Inside the heart and the hope of redemption.
Hide your eyes
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Present
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"Now you can see the pain you've brought on the one person who loves you, but, do you think he still feels that way for you now? We all know that all his suffering, now, is your fault alone. How does it feel to be unwanted, Ryou dear?"
"Sh..shut-up!"
"What was that, you little rat?"
"I said…shut-up! Shut the hell up! You're scum! You're horrible…a-awful!"
"You little fag. How dare you talk to me like-" his voice trailed off into a garble.
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Past
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Bakura closed his side of the connection once more with a maniacal laughter, leaving Ryou in a state of shock and paranoia.
"He's got…"
A single, crystalline tear strolled over his cheek, casually steaming over his chin before tumbling with a sparkle to the cold cement below.
Without another thought, Ryou dropped his walking stick and ran. He ran fast. He had to get back home. HIS rightful home. His whole body aching: sharp, ripping pains tearing through his back due to the slashes and gouges eerily close to his spine, without being so close to cause permanent damage. Both legs throbbed with fury due to the gashes down the center of his feet that Bakura made intentionally just for this purpose; to make it unbearably painful to walk, much less run. The wind stung the slashes that criss-crossed down the sides of his arms.
What was he going to do when he got there?
Did he plan on having a one-on-one fist fight with the elder spirit, who was technically already dead and was probably armed with a knife of some kind anyway?
Somewhere he heard a high pitched, rattling, screech. Ryou paused for a moment to see where it was coming from.
He followed the noise to an old ally.
Between a clothing store and a soda shop.
A cat held a mouse by it's tail between it's teeth.
The old, black ally cat turned towards Ryou, startled by another's presence, and prepared to dart past the youth with the mouse as it's meal, but as it tried to scamper past Ryou's legs, the youth managed to catch it between his opened palms around it's abdomen. Terrified, the feline dropped the mouse and wriggled free. The cat escaped, while the mouse skittered around Ryou's feet before ducking under an old pile of broken down cardboard boxes.
Though, in the process, it stumbled.
Even though practically weightless, the stumbles caused him to nudge a section of the cardboard which just happened to be loose enough to cause a chain reaction and several of the flattened boxes slid forward. Ryou's eyes widened and he walked forward to where the boxes had fallen and there lied something he never expected to find. He knelt down near the ground and picked up what seemed to be an old, rusty, solid lead pipe.
Ryou's fingers trembled as he held it in his palms. It would have to work.
The youth stood, a single raindrop spattering against his cheek, closely followed by a second, and a third. The cement began to darken as the smatterings of water dampened it's surface, and for a moment Ryou felt as though there was another, more holy presence surrounding him.
So, heaven cries too, sometimes?
With a thank you to directed towards the mice, Ryou turned and ran in the direction of his home once more.
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Sunday morning, yellow sky, the sun is floating diamond high.
Hours passing, a baby cries in the arms of someone you imagine
Close your eyes, this is your lullaby
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Present
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A dull, metallic rod protruded from Bakura's chest, and the spirit seemed to attempt mouthing something, but no words escaped. Rather, the yami coughed in result of his attempts, which caused a single tear of crimson to spill from corner of his mouth.
The rod withdrew from Bakura's chest as Ryou drew it back with a sickeningly slow pace, as if fearing the scream he might hear if he yanked it out too quickly. He was so tired of hearing screams; his or anyone else's.
`Ryou…'. Bakura murmured, though the name sounded ragged and slightly garbled. The spirit kneeling on the bed, still clothed and seated atop his victim, teetered and slowly began to collapse to the side, but not before the hushed words escaped his lips.
`… I love you…'
The spirit's body took a ghost like, smoky form that twitched and shifted like a small, colorful storm cloud that hovered over a blurred object, and then finally absorbed into it like water into a rag.
A rose.
From the night before.
From the only time Bakura made love to Ryou.
As it had laid forgotten on the floor beside the bed.
(From behind him he could hear the sound of a door being closed followed by the cold arms that slid around his waist. Ryou jumped a bit, a thorn slashing his thumb and drawing forth a bead of crimson. The rose fell from his grasp and gracefully tumbled to the floor.)
The once luscious, red petals shriveled some and turned the color of obsidian - the color of darkness. The color of a raven's feathers. The color of the remains of a once raging fire.
"…Ryou?" Once bright, violet orbs were now dull and lifeless as they gazed up to the rain-soaked form that was Ryou.
"…Yugi.." More tears sparkled and fell from the edges of Ryou's chocolate orbs. "I'm here.." The weak form collapsed onto the bed beside the nude, bleeding Yugi and crawled up along side him. "It's me, I'm really here…" He smiled reassuringly to his friend as he attempted to unknot the ropes bound about Yugi's wrists.
"Ryou… I'm so cold…" The albino nodded lightly and took his wet shirt off, tossing it to the floor and then laid down beside Yugi once more, pulling him into a tight embrace and tugging the warm sheets over their bodies.
"Yugi I'm so very sorry this happened to you…please…can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?" He sobbed. He sobbed harder than he ever had when Bakura beat him. Harder then when Bakura forced himself on top of him. He just wanted Yugi to like him still. Ryou didn't know what he would do if the other hikari suddenly hated him.
Yugi curled up against Ryou's form. "Ryou…" the name tumbled off his lips for the third time and then forced a small smile over his lips as he tilted his head up to look into Ryou's sobbing, pleading eyes. "I love you…" he whispered weakly. "Promise to never leave me?"
Ryou smiled in return as he heard those words. Gods…Yugi loved him. He felt a sudden warmth shrouding them and everything else suddenly felt so incredibly irrelevant - like they were the only people existing, and it was a wonderful feeling. Ryou planted a kiss against Yugi's forehead. "Oh gods, Yugi. I swear I'll never leave your side again, I promise I'll never leave…" He held the form tighter and remained that way for who knows how long. Time seemed to diminish and it was only them. Nothing else mattered.
"Never again…"
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Down, down, down, would the fall never come to an end?
Wonder how many miles I've fallen?
Must be somewhere near the center of the earth.
Wonder if I shall fall right through the earth?
How funny it will seem to come out among the people
who walk with their heads downwards.
Down, down, down, would the fall never come to an end?
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Ryou and Yugi became lovers, and Ryou spent most of his time at Yugi's, what with his father being gone all the time and no longer having Bakura to hold him back from doing what he really wanted. About a month later into the relationship, they allowed Yami into their hearts as well and began a triangle relationship. As for the rose… The rose was placed in a vase that is now kept on a shelf in the family room. It has still yet to wither, though it seems to droop more on some days than others, and sometimes, when one of them look close enough to the black flower, they would occasionally see what appeared to be a drop of blood welling on the thorns.
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YAY! I'm all done. FINALLY! It's about time, ne? Well now that this is done I wont feel so bad when I work on my other fic. ^_^; It's another Ryou/Bakura fic but there's NO ANGST (wow) and actually, Bakura will be a bit Ooc. I prefer Bakura when he's used as the comic relief, anyway. I hope I can just finish that one now XD but it's a short PWP so it shouldn't take as long.
Well then, Ja ne!
Owari