I was reading an incredible story by ragdollsally13 and that magnificent story Masquerade gave me inspiration to this story.
Also, I seemed to have a little OOC whenever I write so if you don't like it, don't read and save me a mood swing when you send me flames... yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story. Chapter 1 now proofread.
I Own You
By: Kerigan
Waves crashed along the cold, clouded shores of the moist beach. It's once golden sands now colorless from the lack of light and happiness. The past transparent turquoise waters or relaxation slammed together in furry of darkness. The soft winds that had gracefully caressed his pale cheeks were rough and full of gray sand. This was how his mind described himself. How the once innocent, beautiful boy became twisted with a hate by a loathsome creature from Hell. Now all he was, or all he felt, is apparently as dead as the beach is now.
Then he heard a barely audible whisper. His Yami's breath cold on his neck. "Oh Ryou, I found you."
"How can you find what never left?" the poor boy's voice was broken. His brown eyes were now as dim as the cloudy sky. A crackle of thunder broke the air. Tears were nothing compared to his feelings of helplessness. His Yami had gone too far, his Yami was the one insane!
Bakura's hand grabbed his shoulder. The grip tightened. "You are coming with me."
"No!" Ryou snapped around. One look at his Yami was all he needed. The same hair, the same face, the same skin, but, not the same eyes. His orbs of hazelburned like matches that had been suddenly lit. Their cold sharpness like the sight of aluminum blades in the kitchen. "NO!"
Sand kicked up as his sneakers dug deep into their grasps. His legs pushing him away from Bakura. The jean's pant legs grew wet as he stepped into the salty blackness that crawled upon the shore. Ryou ducked his head down when he felt the coldness of the raindrops begin to clash with his body. Thunder once again laughed at him, lightning lit his way.
"I hate you!"
And I to you my little hikari
Changing direction, he ran up a huge sand dune. His hands clawing up the dry sand. Once he reached the top, he forgot the saying "What come up, must come down." and down he went. His wet legs catching sand like glue, and his wet flesh soaking up the salty grains. With both legs in the air, he landed on his chest. A grunt escaped his now bleeding lip. 'Up, come on, get up' with his mind racing he stammered up to his shaking legs...just to see a grinning Yami with his hands on his hips.
"Oh my little Ryou, how clumsy you are." The boy looked up from his squatting position to see a twisted blade hover so closely to his nose. The adrenaline made him choke.
Ryou pushed him away, then took off. His flesh shaking with fear, not even feeling the icy coldness of the hard drops pouring down on him. As he turned a corner, when he had finally reached the city, a weight far greater than his own smashed upon him. Tumbling to the concrete ground they rolled into the blacktop street. They rolled, fists flying at one another. Ryou frantically pulled at the attacker's sweater. The white and blue one he would often wear himself. "No! Get off of me! BAKURA!"
"Ryou you fool! Did you really think you could get away from me! I OWN YOU!"A slap across his hikari's cheek making the attacker smile. Crimson fluid dripped from his nose. His mouth had already been gashed when he tumbled over the dunes.
If tears could be seen in the rain, they would have been pouring all over the abused teenager. "No!" His knees trying to smash into Bakura's stomach. Then he stopped, his eyes grew wide, his lungs seemed to spasm. His body...it was numb. The long, skinny legs that had once been trying to fend off his Yami smoothly fell to the street's wet hands. Both arms just fell limp above his head."B...bakur..a?" With a smirk the man on top of him kissed his cheek then stood up. Ryou couldn't move. Looking down, he tried to scream. Tried to force himself awake from this nightmare! This insanity!
There, in his chest, the twisted dagger of his Yami's was buried in his now temperature dropping flesh. "Why?" A coppery taste filled his mouth, richer than when he had busted his lip. The blood could be felt spilling out from the corners of his now blue lips.
Bakura grinned, his pupils now shrinking. The grin painted upon his monstrous face grew wider...and wider... until a bone chilling laugh escaped his lungs. His voice deep and rich. Following him into darkness. "BAKURA!" Ryou screamed. "Bakura..."
Then it hurt. The shock had left and the fiery pain flooded in. He screamed, it hurt so much. Ryou was shocked to hear the sound of a blood curdling shriek come from his mangled body. The pain, the darkness, isolation. Why not scream? Let it all out, no one was there to see. No more rain or dead beaches. Just him falling like pieces of glass from a broken mirror.
"Ryou!" the voice was so far away. An invisible force grabbing onto his dying body. The force of the restraints seemed to tear his flesh up even more. His body rippled in pain.
"Ryou!"
Snapping up, his mind twisted, his eyes burning from the light, he screamed. Not because of pain or fear, but because he needed to be heard. Someone should hear his cries of help. More restraints could be felt. Hands upon hands grabbed his clothes, and his arms. They pushed him down. "Ryou, you need to wake up."
"No, help me!" Trying to fight the hands didn't help.
"We are going to give you something to make you feel better, Ryou." a woman's voice was heard, she sounded young, familiar.
"Tea?" his eyes closed so the light wouldn't burn.
"No Ryou, I am Doctor West. You'll feel better in a few seconds."
His body was limp, and he felt his heart sink in exhaustion. "Help me."
"Someone...help me." and then it became dark once more.
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"Mr. Kaiba, the Doctor will see you now in Conference room 3. Would you like me to lead you sir?" a young secretary of the white room asked. The blue eyed CEO looked around once more. Even though he had been sitting here for more than an hour, he couldn't take in his surroundings. As if swallowing water while trying to breath. Idiotic and impossible. However, the white room of plastic flowers and wooden waiting chairs seemed a bit scary. He wondered how the rest of the place would look like.
"Mr. Kaiba?"
He turned back to her emerald eyes that were somewhat covered in curly blond hair. A white hat made of paper sat on top of her golden locks with a red cross on it. "No." With his one word answer he walked through a metal door when a buzz was heard. When it closed, he could hear it's metal locks slam shut. What a pleasant sound for a place like this.
Walking down the hospital like hallway, the smell of medicine and soap filled his nostrils. On the other side of the metal door, the room changed completely. It's white walls were replaced by a shade of pale baby blue with metal doors running straight down this God forsaken path. His black slick boots clicked softly as he headed towards the room that had a simple aluminum 3 nailed to it's wooden door. He had worn a suit today. Not one of his best moments of dressing, but it would be a good idea. Today he had come in as a visitor. Not at the manager of this place. Yes, he owned it. No, he did not like the thought of him owning it. This whole place made him sick. Opening the door, he saw an elderly woman sitting on a stiff green couch. It was a quiet room, with a plastic plant in the corner, a coffee table in the middle, two chairs, and that ugly pea soup colored couch. She stood up, her pale brown eyes tiredly looking up at him. "Welcome, Seto Kaiba, to the best Asylum in Domino."
Well my fans, I have updated just this chapter, changing Kiaba to Kaiba and seeing how this is turning out. I want to thank all of you guyz who read this because it's really important to me...however...I know you like random things so here you go.
I love Orange Mushrooms...
Have a great day.