Ugh. Hate it. Too short, all that. But meh. -wrinkles nose- I'll live. XD

Disclaimer: Own nothing, live with it it.

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Ryou moaned, his weak arms struggling to hoist up his thin frame. Oh God, it hurts… It really really hurts… He whimpered, now on his hands and knees. Oh God, oh God… He sobbed, almost hyperventilating. He crawled over to his father, staring down at the lifeless corpse. Oh God… Dad…. Ryou cried out as he sunk back onto his rear, tears trickling down his pale, bruised cheeks. Leaning forward, he placed a hand on the dead mans chest, staring into glassy eyes. Now that Bakura was gone, Ryou's fear had subsided somewhat, and all he had left was the overwhelming grief that is father was dead.

"Oh God Dad…" He whispered, burying his head in his father's shirt. "H-How could he do this to you? H-How c-could he-" Ryou heaved as he coughed up more blood, spotting the mans' shirt. "O-Oh God…" Burying his head in Mr. Bakura's chest, Ryou sobbed hopelessly, his slender form quaking. "O-O-Ohhh God…" He wailed, his heart tearing in grief "Oh no…" He's dead… Oh my God, my father is dead. Bakura… Killed him. Ryou winced as more blood flecked on his lips. I have to call someone… Yugi. I have to call Yugi, he'll get rid of him, he has to, he has to help me.

Ryou sobbed, starting to crawl towards the phone in the lounge.

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Ryou sighed, staring blankly at the ceiling. This cell is so freaking boring it isn't funny. His arms were at his sides again, keeping him firmly bound. For the past four days, Bakura had piled passion on the young boy. He'd never hinted towards sex- Although Ryou suspected it wouldn't be long before he would start- but his constant actions left the young teenager feeling somewhat… uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. He would never forgive Bakura for what he did, never forget about that fateful day four months ago. How could he? He was forever changed –Bakura certainly noticed- Ryou never smiled, never trusted anyone, never laughed. Half of the time he acted like a zombie, and the other half, he was bitter and angry. How the hell does he want me to react? This is the person who killed my father. Who raped me. Does he want me to just forget everything that happened and fall victim to his touch? Does he think I'm that stupid? I… I don't know what I even want anymore. There was still that little spark of happiness when I first saw him, when the shock had worn off. I hate being alone, I'd rather be dead.

Sometimes, I want to die. A lot of the time. I tried to kill myself a few times when I was staying with Yugi. He didn't realize how much it was killing me to stay there, to watch those two in love the way they were. It hurt. It really hurt, to think Bakura wasn't like that, that he abused me instead.

But isn't this what he's doing right now? He's showering me with so much love, I think I might drown. Is it what I want, though? I'm so confused... I wish I knew what to do. I wish there was some kind of answer. All I can think about is that the man lying right over there is my rapist. And some... Some sick, twisted part of me wants to love him. I am screwed up. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Why am I feeling this way?" Ryou whispered into the room. Bakura, asleep at his side didn't answer.

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Bakura groaned, blinking as he slowly pulled himself into a sleeping position. People were talking. The yami's eyes snapped open, and he froze, forgetting for a moment that the physical form he took was only visible by his former host. Oh right. Bakura grinned. They can't see me.

Ryou was standing up, staring in shock at his arms, which were unbound. Bakura frowned, and stood up also. He tottered over to Ryou, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Ryou closed his eyes, but made no other movement, choosing instead to just look at his hands.

"What's going on?" Bakura demanded, forgetting that there were two orderlies and a doctor standing beside the light, talking in low tones. "What's going on?" Ryou bit his lip, but ignored the yami for the time being, hiding a smile. "What?"

"Y-You mean I can really go back to my old room?" Ryou sighed happily. "Oh… Thank you so much." Bakura grinned, finally understanding.

"That's great Ryou!" He cried, capturing Ryou's waist in a hug. The teenager made no movement, trying to look as normal as possible for the doctor. "Looks like my therapy worked, huh?"

"I guess." Ryou only breathed the words as softly as he could, still keeping his eyes on the floor. He held his arms around his slim form, trying and failing to suppress a bout of shivering. "I… This is really good news." Ryou said louder, flashing a small smile. I guess.

"It is." Bakura smiled. And this is only the beginning.

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"B-Bakura…"

"What is it, Ryou? Are you okay?"

"I-I'm okay… I just… Do we have to do this right now? I have a lot on my mind… I'd rather get some sleep."

"Oh, of course." Bakura rolled off from the teenager, and curled into his side, throwing one arm protectively around his slim waist. "A pretty little thing like you needs your beauty sleep."

"Bakura!" Ryou giggled, looking up into mahogany-crimson eyes above him. "I'm just really tired. We can do more of your therapy tomorrow, okay?" Bakura raised an eyebrow, but nodded, nuzzling the pillow softly. Ryou sighed, and turned over, staring at the wall. He wasn't smiling. I wish he would stop. I can't stand his touch, I can't take it. But I can't tell him this... I'm really scared of what he might do. I'm scared he'll hurt me. I don't want him to hurt me again... I'm still getting nightmares. All I want is... I don't know what I want. Bakura was right. I am a little whore. Why else does part of me want all of this love and attention? From Bakura, no less? What's wrong with me? I am crazy.

No.

I'm not going to do this anymore. I-I can't. This spiral's been circling for months, and I want it to stop. I just want it all to stop... I don't want to feel like this anymore. I just want to feel like a person again, and I know like hell that's not going to happen. Ever. I'm screwed for life. No matter what I do, Bakura is always going to be there, heaping on all of this love that's only making it all seem worse. I'm smiling, but only to make Bakura happy. I don't want to make him mad, I can't...

I'm not going to live for Bakura anymore. I'm not going to live for anyone.

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Ryou swallowed, standing up and staring out of the window. It was small, and fitted with bars. Impossible to break out of. The faint light of the dawn approached, reminding Ryou of the time Bakura had come back. And I was stupid enough to think better. He glared at the sleeping form on the bed. Well not this time. Fuck you Bakura. I'm not living this lie. I'm not living anyone's lie.

The teenager winced as he grabbed the wooden beside table in his skinny arms, hoisting it up under his chin. Ooh, this is heavy. Ryou staggered towards the window, almost losing his balance one or twice. Okay. Only one throw and then He's going to wake up, so make it count. Ryou took a deep breath before hoisting the cabinet higher in his arms, and then throwing it into the window.

The room resounded with an almighty crash as the window shattered. Ryou stood, wincing as shards of glass sliced into his face. Bakura fell out of bed with a jerk and a tumble, groaning. The light swallowed, stepping out of the way as the cabinet crashed to the floor, it's drawers bent and misshapen. I only have a few seconds. Resolutely, Ryou grabbed at a jagged shard of glass that stuck out of the window frame, flinching as it cut the skin in his hand. His heart seized with fear, but the whitenette pushed it down, staring at the glass in his hand.

"What the…" Ryou spun around, finding Bakura on his knees shaking his head. "Ryou?" The light took a step back, brown eyes flashing. "What are you doing?" The demon stood up, staring wide-eyed at the scene. Glass all over the floor, the broken cabinet and window, and Ryou, standing with a scary look on his face and a sharp piece of glass in his hand. Bakura swallowed. "Put the glass down."

"No." Ryou said lowly. "I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago." He raised the piece of glass to his throat. Bakura cried out, and ran towards the teen, but it was too late. He screamed as Ryou slashed through the skin, through tendons and arteries, and fell choking to his knees. Blood poured out of the open wound like water from an open tap, spilling over the carpet and Ryou's clothes. Bakura sank to his knees beside the boy, who collapsed onto his side. He screamed, unaware of the door opening and frightened nurses rushing in, or the blood that started to soak his jeans. All he could do was scream, panicked, afraid screams that no one could hear.

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