What I Want (a.k.a. yami no hikari)

Well heres the sequel…*smiles*

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Here we go…

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(Ryou)

Sleep…quite sleep…resting sleep…lovely s….

“Get out of bed you lazy good for nothing!” Bakura shouted as he grabbed my hair and pulled me to the floor.

“oww, y-yes Master” I said climbing to my feet.

“I want breakfast!” Bakura shouted at me. I checked the clock…great, he wants breakfast at four in the morning.

I scurried to my feet and ran down stairs to the kitchen. Bakura had been with me since I was given the ring from my father. From the moment he saw me, he seemo hao hate.

I made Bakura breakfast, my eyes staring in to my own mind, I had a dream. It was weird; I was a slave to Yami. I…I think Marik was there, so was Malik. Some thing about freedom…maybe love. Damn the dream was starting to disappear. I pulled out a pen and started writing on a napkin.

Bakura walked in the room. “Who the abyss told you, you could spend all day drawing. I told you to make me breakfast!” Bakura said as he pulled me back from my notes, slapping me.

“Here’s you’re breakfast” I said putting it at the table, rubbing my cheek.

Bakura grabbed the napkin I was writing on and took it to the table. When he was finished reading it he told me to sit. I walked over to his chair and sat at the foot of it. Bakura didn’t like me sitting on the furniture.
“What is this?” He asked me coldly.

“T-that’s part of the dream I had last n-night” I said looking at the polished wood floor. I could hear Bakura eating.

“What do you think of it?” He asked me. He usually didn’t care what I thought, and once told me never to think again.

“Well, it’s a weird dream…”I said pausing. In the dream Bakura had loved me, he had wanted to protect me. I guess that how I knew it was a dream…

“Feh” was all Bakura said before he continued eating. After he finished he got up.
I took thete ate and washed it in the sink. Bakura didn’t like dirty dishes left in the sink, so I always cleaned them when some one had used them.

Bakura just went over to the couch and turned on the TV. He loved to watch the modern pictures flicker across the screen, and often scoffed at the history, or discovery channels documentaries on Egypt saying stuff like, ‘that’s not how it happened’ and ‘yeah…sure…talk about those stupid, stuck up, good for nothing, cruel, selfish, pharaohs. Tell me how kind they were, how they didn’t use people, but only did good and religious things. History my ass’.

It was kinda funny when he talked about the pharaohs like that. Considering he often did the things he condemned the pharaohs for.

“Ryou! Get over here! I want you” Bakura shouted to me from the living room. I wasted no time getting over there lest he start hitting me.

I sat down on Bakura, he tilted my head up and kissed my neck. There’s only five things you could expect Bakura to do…eat, sleep, fuck, kill, and boss me around. Guess which one he was going to choose.

I let him push me down on the couch; let him remove my cloths as he turned off the TV. He was already hard just playing with me. Although it was strange when he took me. His eyes became just a little softer when he did this, like he was remembering some thing from long ago.

It often came around at awkward times, if I was just sitting on my bed, or eating, even if I was out in the sun. He did strange things, I don’t know why, but he would often beat me after words.

He unzipped the pants he had taken to wearing. He said they were restricting, but wore them any way.

He moved me on to my stomach, I spread my legs apart. I closed my eyes trying to loosen up a bit before he did this. He never prepared me; he just took me and left me.

Bakura positioned him self behind me. I bit back a scream. It hurt so much. He just pushed in to me.

I always cried when he did this, I let those molten tears slide down my face as he rammed in to me.

My body reacted to the feeling of him inside me. I dared not move to do any thing. I hated him, hated the way he treated me like dirt. But...I loved him. There was no one else in the world I loved more. That’s why I couldn’t leave him. That’s why I kept Yami from banishing him in to his ring. But I knew he could never love me.

I lied to my friends when they saw the cuts, the bruises. I said I had tripped, or that I must have accidentally fallen in to something.

They knew I was lying, I knew they knew, and they knew I knew. But we just pretend we didn’t and Yugi, Joey, Yami, Seto, and all the rest just let me be.

I felt Bakura release in to me. My body loving all those touches against my heated flesh. Loving all those accidental caresses. Bakura pulled out and disappeared into his millennium item. I was left by my self.

The phone rang.

“H-hello?” I asked as I tried to stop sobbing.

“Hey Ryou, this is Malik, can I come over?” Malik and I had been gong out for a while now, even though both our yami’s detested it. Much to our chagrin, we often couldn’t see each other. As much as we both loved our yami’s we needed love and kindness…that we could only get from each other.

And right now ,I needed his tanned arms against me, I needed to snuggle in to his body. I needed to be loved.

(Bakura)

Ryou’s mine…I’ll kill Marik, and Yami…but first I must break up Malik and Ryou…

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Ryou’s Kawaii ne? well, so much for first chapters… I’ll update one chapter a day, not necessarily from the same story though. So check back often. Please review!