A/N: Hi. So yeah I don't own Yu Gi Oh, if I did, I would be rich. :) Enjoy!

Is Anyone There To Catch Me?

I closed my eyes as a fist smashed into the side of my face and I crumpled to the floor.

"Pitiful, that's what you are," Bakura growled.

I kept my eyes shut. I hated this, all of this. The pain I was feeling and the anger that was building inside of me; the sadness that surrounded my life and the fact that I couldn't run away from it. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Another fist crashed into my face and I didn't even flinch.

Bakura grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me to my feet.

"Open your eyes Ryou…entertain me…" Bakura's voice was a little softer.

I smelt the alcohol on Bakura's breath. My eyes slowly opened and he found my yami's face a hairsbreadth away from mine. I knew that look he had in his eyes and braced myself for what was to come.

Bakura pushed me onto his bed and began to take off my clothes. He pulled off my shirt, revealing bruises that still haven't healed from previous beatings. I shuddered and considered fighting back, but it never helped. It only resulted in more pain.

Bakura smiled and raked his finger nails down my sides. I cried out as he cut through my skin and some blood began to seep out of the scratches he had created. He leaned forward and kissed me roughly. I pushed him away.

"B-Bakura! Please, stop!"

I received a hard slap and the room fell silent except for my staggered breathing.

More tears came spilling out of my eyes and Bakura let out a small chuckle.

"Poor, little Ryou…too weak to defend himself. How sad." Bakura began unbuttoning my jeans. I didn't fight back. All I did was hold back my scream that was threatening to erupt from my throat.

He took off the rest of my clothes and began undressing himself, starting with his belt. Once he took off his belt he grabbed my wrists and tied them with it.

"B-Bakura…" I stuttered.

"What is it my little angel?" Bakura sneered.

"W-Why…?" I cried as he took off his shirt and leaned forward. He kissed me again and I did all I could to try and keep him away from me, but like he said…I was weak. He kissed me for several seconds and his hand traveled down to my member.

I gasped and Bakura pulled away from the kiss.

"Why what, little Ryou?"

I knew his reaction to this would not be good, but I had to make him realize he was hurting me.

"W-Why…do you hate me? I thought you told me you loved me..."

Bakura slapped me again but I didn't stop.

"Why do you hurt me?"

I received a punch.

"Why is everything you do result in my suffering?"

Again, I was punched. And this time I had no strength to continue.

"I will show you love!" Bakura shouted and took off the rest of his clothes and propped my legs on his shoulders. I would have fought back, if only I had any energy.

He shoved himself inside my entrance without a warning and I screamed on the top of my lungs. I hated how helpless I was. He thrusted inside me, moving faster and faster. I yelped in pain; not pleasure. Never pleasure.

Bakura's movement became more aggressive and I felt like I was on the verge of passing out. I wanted to pass out. I wanted the darkness to take over my pain. But it didn't.

It didn't until Bakura was finished with me, leaving me helpless on his bed. And then the darkness took over my mind.

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I woke up with a headache and other pains. I sat up and found that I was covered with a blanket. That's probably the nicest thing Bakura has done to me in a long time.

I realized my wrists were still tied with my yami's belt and I managed to struggle out of it with the help of my teeth. Once my wrists were free, I got out of the bed and wrapped the blanket around my naked body. I inspected the house to see if Bakura was still home.

"Bakura…?" I called out. Then again. No reply.

He must have gone out with Marik or something of that sort.

I walked into the bathroom and inspected my new wounds. The cuts on my side were rather deep but other than that, all I had were bruises. My face looked pretty bad. I had a black eye and a cut and swollen lip.

After taking a shower and washing off the dried blood I put on my uniform and got ready for school. That's the only thing that could get me out of here. If I got good grades, then a scholarship to some university, I could move out and get away from Bakura. At least that's what I was trying to tell myself.

My stomach growled and I inspected the kitchen. Nothing but beer.

I sighed and clutched my stomach. I hadn't eaten a proper meal in about a week. Bakura always ate out without me and he never payed the school so I couldn't buy lunch. The only time I ever got anything was if Bakura wasn't too drunk to bring home leftovers. I chuckled a little. My father was incredibly rich, but since Bakura made me move out, I was stuck living like a beggar.

My headache was getting worse but we were out of painkillers.

I walked up to my room and tried to cover up some of my black eye with foundation. Maybe this won't look as bad now. After finishing my homework I began walking to school.

I was a little late, so I wouldn't run into Yugi and the rest of the gang so I had more time to come up with an excuse for my injuries. I walked into the High School as the bell rang for class to start.

I stumbled into my first class and told my teacher that my alarm clock didn't wake me up on time. As I took my seat I noticed people staring, including Yugi, Joey, Tristan, and Tea. I avoided their gazes and pretended to be listening intently to the teacher.

At lunch Yugi was the first to say anything.

"Ryou, what happened to you?"

"Oh, this?" I pointed to my bruised face. "I accidentally ran into a gang downtown and they weren't very welcoming. They punched me and took my wallet."

"Oh no! Did you report this to the police?" Tea exclaimed.

"Oh, no, there wasn't that much money in my wallet and I wasn't hurt too badly."

That's when Joey stepped in. "Listen, I've gotten beat up several times in my day, and your face looks worse than mine ever did!"

"You guys, I'm quite alright." I put on a fake smile. I wish I could tell them the truth. I mean, they know Bakura isn't exactly friendly, but they didn't know I had moved out of my fathers house and was living alone with my yami. I didn't want to worry them, and I was scared of what would happen to them if they got involved.

After lunch, in which I only ate an apple that Tristan had given me, my headache was much worse and the pain of my injuries were catching up with me.

In my next class I couldn't hear what the teacher was seeing and my vision was blurring. I got up and asked the teacher if I could go to the nurse. Apparently I wasn't liking so good and she let me go. When I was walking down the hall, my knees buckled and I slumped against the wall. I broke out in a sweat and began to breath heavily.

Everything was catching up with me all at once. The lack of food, the beatings, the sleepless nights, and hardworking days I've been struggling through. I felt tears slide down my face, but I didn't care.

I had not energy to care.

I saw someone coming my way. "Ryou…?" They asked. I recognized this voice, but who was it?

Then my vision collapsed along with the rest of me and I fell to the ground. Had I reached my breaking point? Why now?

Why…

Yoyo: So, I know this is a little different than my usual stuff but I like.

Kazy: WILL YOU CONTINUE? 3

Yoyo: yeah, yeah, don't worry! I'm working on the next chapter!