Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Thoughtless ❯ Thoughtless ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: KuraKat does NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh or “Thoughtless”. They are the property of their respective owners, Kazuki Takahashi and Evanescence.

 

Notes:

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`blah'- thoughts

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“blah”- words

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//song lyrics//

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Thoughtless

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Ryou laid on the bed, his head swimming and his eyes filled with tears. `I should be used to this by now,' he thought to himself, his mind reeling from the events of the past two hours. How could Bakura be so cruel?

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* flashback *

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Bakura burst into the house, slamming the door as he passed from the outside to the kitchen.

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“Ryou! Ryou, where are you dammit?!,” he yelled, continuing to mutter random curses under his breath in Egyptian.

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“I-I'm here B-bakura,” the timid hikari replied.

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“Get in here!”

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Ryou didn't even get all the way into the living room before Bakura grabbed him by the collar and literally dragged him up the stairs to Ryou's bedroom. The white-haired hikari was shoved onto the bed, his eyes growing wide with fear. He know all too well what was to happen.

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“Bakura, please! Don't do this! Stop!”

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But his pleas reache deaf ears. Bakura began clawing at Ryou's clothing, finally ripping through his blue and white striped shirt. The crazed yami stared hungrily at Ryou's unmarred, creamy white chest.

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“Ra, you're beautiful,” Bakura's eyes gleamed with lust.

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“Please, please no,” Ryou whimpered, more to himself than to his yami.

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Bakura then began to move down to Ryou's blue jeans. By this point, Ryou didn't even struggle; he simply lay there while Bakura pulled the garments off of his slender legs.

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“Magnificent,” the yami purred before finally ridding Ryou of his boxers.

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Ryou whimpered slightly, partly in sheer humiliation and embarrassment, and partly because of the sudden rush of cool air to his body.

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Bakura quickly undressed himself, and Ryou shuddered in fear, noticing that his yami was already aroused. Bakura crawled on top of Ryou, straddling the boy's hips. Long, slender, cool fingers ran over Ryou's body, teasing his skin. The frightened hikari held his eyes shut, waiting for the all-too-familiar pain of his yami tearing through his entrance.

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“Open your eyes hikari.”

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One eye opened.

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“Open them both dammit!”

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Cautiously, Ryou opened his other eye, just as Bakura thrust into him. The hikari screamed as he was torn from the inside.

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“That's better,” Bakura said with a snide smile, as he leaned down to lick Ryou's ear.

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Tears poured from Ryou's eyes as Bakura moved rhythmically in and out of him, his pace gradually increasing. Finally, the blood from his torn entrance began to lubricate his insides, easing the pain only slightly. Bakura groaned as he neared his climax, now thrusting fast and hard, rocking Ryou's delicate body into the headboard of the bed. As he released his seed into Ryou, he bit down viciously onto Ryou's collar, lapping at the blood as he rode out his climax.

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Ryou lay there, still crying silent tears as Bakura pulled out of him. He was hurt and bleeding, and didn't know what to do.

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“Damn, hikari, you're one hell of a fuck,” was all Bakura said before leaving Ryou alone to his humiliation.

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* End Flashback *

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Suddenly, Ryou had an idea.

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//Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies,

Pushing all the mercy down, down, down.

Wanna see you try and take a swing at me;

Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground//

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He was tired of putting up with Bakura taking advantage of him. He was nothing but a toy, a play thing for when his sadistic yami got bored.

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“I'll show him who's weak,” he whispered to himself as he looked out the window at the full moon. This would be the last time Bakura ever laid a hand on him.

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//Why are you trying to make fun of me?

You think it's funny, what the fuck you think it's doing

to me?

You take your turn lashing out at me,

I'm gonna put you on your dirty ass in front of me

Oh, all my hate cannot be found

I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming.

No, you can try to tear me down, beat me to the

Ground;

I will see you screaming//

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After finally dragging his tired body out of the bloodied bed, Ryou threw on a pair of old jeans and a black t-shirt. He then walked over to his nightstand where he hid one of the few things he could actually call his own. It was an ivory handled knife with a long, gleaming blade with his name engraved on the side in gold. He flipped it open and slid it across his arm, making sure it was still sharp. He smiled in a way that could have challenged Bakura as he watched his own blood well up on his arm from the cut.

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//Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies,

I'm above you, smiling at you, drown, drown, drown.

I wanna kill and rape you the way you rape me.

And I'll pull the trigger and you're down, down, down.

Why are you trying to make fun of me?

You think it's funny, what the fuck you think it's doing

to me?

You take your turn lashing out at me,

I'm gonna put you on your dirty ass in front of me

Oh, all my hate cannot be found

I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming.

No, you can try to tear me down, beat me to the

Ground;

I will see you screaming//

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Ryou walked silently from his room, blade in hand. He knew Bakura would be sound asleep; he always fell asleep after raping him. He crept into Bakura's room, careful not to make any noise. He walked up to the sleeping yami and took one last look at his face. It was only while he slept that he looked the least bit pure. Ryou leaned down, kissing his yami lightly on the forehead.

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“Goodbye, Bakura,” he whispered as he raised the blade in the air.

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Just then, Bakura awoke.

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“Ryou, what are you-,” but he never got to finish his sentence. His eyes grew wide as Ryou plunged the blade into his heart.

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Ryou stared blankly at Bakura's dead body, watching the blood pour out of the wound, soaking the sheets and dripping onto the floor. He began shaking violently, not believing what he had just done. He made his way to Bakura's bathroom and began vomiting in the toilet.

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//All my friends are gone, they died.

They all screamed and cried//

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Tears still streamed down his face as he looked at his reflection. However much he hated his other half, he knew there was no way he could bear to live without him. He grabbed the ivory handled knife once more, slicing both his wrists as he slid down the cabinet and watched the warm red liquid pool on the floor beside him.

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//Oh, all my hate cannot be found

I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming.

No, you can try to tear me down, beat me to the

Ground;

I will see you screaming//

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“I-I'm so sorry, Bakura. So sorry…,” were the last words from the tainted angel's mouth before he world went black.

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* Owari *

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* Author's Note *

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Well, hope you guys enjoyed it. Please tell me what you think. And if you haven't figured it out, I'm very fond of Ryou/Bakura shipping, so yeah. And I've found that Evanescence songs are great to write to. Well, please review! <br>

* ~KuraKat~ *