Kuroi Hikari, Shiroi Yami
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me. Happy now? However...I have an imagination, and I'm not afraid to use it! Mwahahahahaha!!!!!
Warning: Shounen-ai (now there's a surprise). Angst, blood, beating people up.
See, I had this idea...Ryou/Bakura torture fic...with a twist.
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The boy stood over the trembling body of his other half, knife in hand. Idly tossing and catching it, he knelt and turned his victim over to look into his eyes.
Muddy brown eyes stared up from a face wet with tears and blood. The pale figure bending over him was his worst nightmare given form, the self he couldn't control. He struggled weakly, trying to escape the cold gaze of his destruction. He screamed as the dagger plunged into his flesh yet again.
He made no sound, just coldly withdrawing his dagger. The wound healed almost instantly; inside their souls nothing but the pain lasted.
"Let this be a lesson to you," he said icily, "This is my life. I may permit you to do what you must, but I still control you. You are mine."
~*Yami Bakura's POV*~
I don't understand. I am the Yami, I am the darkness. I was supposed to be in control of my Hikari and myself. So why am I the terrified one?
I want to go back. Back to the time before time, or back to the waiting in the darkness. I liked that darkness. It never hurt me, it took care of me. I belong in the darkness, away from the searing light.
Just my luck. I'm stuck with the only psychotic Hikari in the world. Malik's dark side is happy with his Hikari; even the thrice-accursed Pharaoh is better of than I am. It's NOT FAIR!!!
Life's not fair. I know this; I learned in a hard school. Life's a game of senet, and your opponent holds all the pieces. You take what's thrown at you, and hope to get away with no less than you had. One of my Hikari's books had something like that. "In the fight between you and the world, back the world." That's the way it is for people like me.
It's easy for that Pharaoh to gloat and say you have to be merciful. He's always on top, he was born that way. And I-I'm doomed to be on the bottom. There's no room for mercy here. Even his lordship the high-and-mighty never implied that his celestial mercy applied to me. Oh, he'd dress it up in pretty words, but it comes out the same: No mercy for the merciless. Or the murderer. Or the thief.
I can see them, what they think. When I appear, their faces change. I'm not deserving of their mercy. Do they know what the justice our Pharaoh dispenses in such large measure did? It ripped families apart long ago, his ultimate fairness. It killed me once, and now...I've been sent on so it can kill me again.
Why can't they see?? I wonder if one or two of them suspects that when Ryou shows up with cuts and bruises, they're the ones I felt. They-all of them- think I beat him. Nothing could be further from the truth, but they all are determined to see me as the villain.
No, not all. Sometimes, I see that boy Jonouchi looking at my Hikari strangely, out of the corner of his eye. Maybe-just maybe-he sees something a little off. That boy knows, somehow, that something's off with Ryou's story. If only he knew...If only anyone knew. Even the Pharaoh, looking beyond what he's ready to believe for once in his lives. It would be-more bearable-if someone understood.
I can't stop being myself, the self I've projected for all of them to see. If they knew, if they even believed, they would pity me. I don't want their pity. I'd prefer hatred. Then I know where I stand, even if I loathe it.
Gods, I hate him. He's everything I am stood on its head; caring on the outside, cruel on the inside. He fools them with my cunning, wears a mask the opposite of the one I wear. And our masks are so perfect, you can't see around them. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! I wish-I wish he would go away and leave me in peace! I wish he were dead, or I was dead, or we both were dead. But I can't lift a finger to challenge him. I take his beatings without defending myself, I let the world see what they want to, and all I ask-
All I ask is that he never ask me to tell him how I feel.
Because then, I would tell him that I love him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fin du Chapitre 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now you know what I was getting at. Incidentally, the title, 'Kuroi Hikari, Shiroi Yami' means 'Black Light, White Darkness', which was the closest my faulty Japanese could get to what I want to say. Aren't I strange when I get hold of a new type of plot?
Bakura: Why do I have to spend this entire chapter angsting?
Because. Ryou gets next chapter.
Yes, there's more! In fact, if you leave favorable reviews (wink wink nudge nudge) I might even conclude it with plot and dialogue and everything!
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me. Happy now? However...I have an imagination, and I'm not afraid to use it! Mwahahahahaha!!!!!
Warning: Shounen-ai (now there's a surprise). Angst, blood, beating people up.
See, I had this idea...Ryou/Bakura torture fic...with a twist.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The boy stood over the trembling body of his other half, knife in hand. Idly tossing and catching it, he knelt and turned his victim over to look into his eyes.
Muddy brown eyes stared up from a face wet with tears and blood. The pale figure bending over him was his worst nightmare given form, the self he couldn't control. He struggled weakly, trying to escape the cold gaze of his destruction. He screamed as the dagger plunged into his flesh yet again.
He made no sound, just coldly withdrawing his dagger. The wound healed almost instantly; inside their souls nothing but the pain lasted.
"Let this be a lesson to you," he said icily, "This is my life. I may permit you to do what you must, but I still control you. You are mine."
~*Yami Bakura's POV*~
I don't understand. I am the Yami, I am the darkness. I was supposed to be in control of my Hikari and myself. So why am I the terrified one?
I want to go back. Back to the time before time, or back to the waiting in the darkness. I liked that darkness. It never hurt me, it took care of me. I belong in the darkness, away from the searing light.
Just my luck. I'm stuck with the only psychotic Hikari in the world. Malik's dark side is happy with his Hikari; even the thrice-accursed Pharaoh is better of than I am. It's NOT FAIR!!!
Life's not fair. I know this; I learned in a hard school. Life's a game of senet, and your opponent holds all the pieces. You take what's thrown at you, and hope to get away with no less than you had. One of my Hikari's books had something like that. "In the fight between you and the world, back the world." That's the way it is for people like me.
It's easy for that Pharaoh to gloat and say you have to be merciful. He's always on top, he was born that way. And I-I'm doomed to be on the bottom. There's no room for mercy here. Even his lordship the high-and-mighty never implied that his celestial mercy applied to me. Oh, he'd dress it up in pretty words, but it comes out the same: No mercy for the merciless. Or the murderer. Or the thief.
I can see them, what they think. When I appear, their faces change. I'm not deserving of their mercy. Do they know what the justice our Pharaoh dispenses in such large measure did? It ripped families apart long ago, his ultimate fairness. It killed me once, and now...I've been sent on so it can kill me again.
Why can't they see?? I wonder if one or two of them suspects that when Ryou shows up with cuts and bruises, they're the ones I felt. They-all of them- think I beat him. Nothing could be further from the truth, but they all are determined to see me as the villain.
No, not all. Sometimes, I see that boy Jonouchi looking at my Hikari strangely, out of the corner of his eye. Maybe-just maybe-he sees something a little off. That boy knows, somehow, that something's off with Ryou's story. If only he knew...If only anyone knew. Even the Pharaoh, looking beyond what he's ready to believe for once in his lives. It would be-more bearable-if someone understood.
I can't stop being myself, the self I've projected for all of them to see. If they knew, if they even believed, they would pity me. I don't want their pity. I'd prefer hatred. Then I know where I stand, even if I loathe it.
Gods, I hate him. He's everything I am stood on its head; caring on the outside, cruel on the inside. He fools them with my cunning, wears a mask the opposite of the one I wear. And our masks are so perfect, you can't see around them. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! I wish-I wish he would go away and leave me in peace! I wish he were dead, or I was dead, or we both were dead. But I can't lift a finger to challenge him. I take his beatings without defending myself, I let the world see what they want to, and all I ask-
All I ask is that he never ask me to tell him how I feel.
Because then, I would tell him that I love him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fin du Chapitre 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now you know what I was getting at. Incidentally, the title, 'Kuroi Hikari, Shiroi Yami' means 'Black Light, White Darkness', which was the closest my faulty Japanese could get to what I want to say. Aren't I strange when I get hold of a new type of plot?
Bakura: Why do I have to spend this entire chapter angsting?
Because. Ryou gets next chapter.
Yes, there's more! In fact, if you leave favorable reviews (wink wink nudge nudge) I might even conclude it with plot and dialogue and everything!