Deviation Capacity I

His eyes opened slowly to the bright rays pouring through the window. It took a moment for the annoying blare of the alarm to really sink in and become irritating enough to drive him up from the soft pillow and shut it off. He rubbed at his eye in the morning half-daze and yawned a bit before looking over at the other body in the bed.

"Goodmorning, Yugi," the other spoke in a soft, deep voice, his similar features brightening with a mild and drousy smile.

"Goodmorning, Yami," the slightly less mature voice replied. "Sleep well?" There was very little vocal response, but a nod did just as well. Yugi pulled the covers off of himself and crawled out of bed, making sure to return the sheet and blanket to its original position so that Yami could stay warm until he was ready to get up, as well. Without a word, the youth began changing for school, shedding his nightclothes without a second thought.

It had become commonplace, undressing in front of each other. Yugi had been the shy one, of course... but now it was just like sharing a room with a brother. They pretty much looked likes twins, anyway.

Yami payed little attention to his hikari, stretching under the covers and sighing out loudly.

"Are you coming home straight after school?" the yami eventually asked, throwing the covers aside and sitting up.

"Yeah," Yugi replied as he buttoned up his white shirt and reached for his school jacket that hung from his desk chair. "Why? Do you want me to bring you something?"

"No," the other protested calmly as he stood and stretched some more, his eyes squinting at the refreshing sensation. "I was only curious. Maybe we could play a game when you get back."

Yugi almost didn't hear what was being said. He was too busy staring at his yami's physique. Not in a sexual way, no... but more in wonder. Yami did look really good. The youth quietly wondered if and when he would look like that. Yami wasn't that much taller than him, but his limbs seemed longer, and his tone muscles were much more defined... while he himself still looked years younger than he really was.

His yami turned to face him and Yugi snapped back to reality
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"S-sure," he agreed with a nod. "Sounds like fun."

"Great. See you then." Yami flashed a smile and handed his hikari his backpack. Returning the smile, Yugi nodded and slipped out of the room.

A stop at the bathroom had him staring deeply at his own reflection in the mirror. Why couldn't he be more like his yami? And not just appearance-wise. The spirit had always been so strong and confident. But he, all the while, had been the weak one, the small boy that couldn't do anything on his own. He even owed Yami the friends he'd made.

A solemn look remained on his face as he brushed his teeth and hair. Why did he have to so heavily rely on Yami? Couldn't he do something, anything, on his own...? He glared at his likeness. Hard.

"Stop being such a whimp," he scolded himself. "You're just as cool as anybody else... so stop being a scared little boy and act like it!"

Right then a knock came to the door. Yugi jumped and stared at it for a moment.

"Y-yeah...?"

"Yugi..." his other half called softly and poked his head into the room. "You'll be late if you don't hurry." It was just like him to look after his hikari, but Yugi couldn't help but notice a certain look on Yami's face that spoke of disapproval, if not guilt.

"Oh... o-okay... thanks." Yugi flashed a rather forced smile, making the other hesitate before nodding and slipping out, again. He waited a few moments and then sighed out and shook his head. Had he been heard chastising himself? Glancing back up in the mirror he noticed straight away the blush that marked his cheeks. He wanted to be angry... angry at Yami for listening in, angry at himself for being such an insecure infant.

But he couldn't. He couldn't get mad. Only embarrassed and just a little sad. Damn. He really was an insecure infant.

He made it out of the bathroom and down into the kitchen. A bit of dismay hit him as he saw Yami at the table with a cup of coffee, suguroku Mutou at the stove cooking breakfast.

"Running a bit behind today, Yugi?" Grandpa Mutou asked, a strange tone in his voice.

"Just a bit..." He eyed Yami cautiously, wondering if he'd said anything... Maybe not. Maybe he was just over-reacting to the situation. He hoped so.

"Aren't you going to eat something?" Mutou asked as Yugi started to head out.

"No... I'd better get going." He got a strange look and so he smiled a bit and shrugged. "I'm not really hungry, anyway."

"Alright, then... if you're sure..."

He was just about out of the room before he heard Yami's voice.

"Don't forget, you owe me a game after school."

"Right," he replied in a soft voice, worried at the tone in his other half's. It was one of those parental tones, as if what he was really saying is 'we have to talk'.

It was a dismal walk, too. The first like this in forever. Before Yami came along, he had himself convinced that the way he was was fine. It was okay to be small and overlooked, or even looked down on. It was who he was and there was no changing it. But... after seeing Yami... He began looking at that emotionally stable, calm, collective person... It was unavoidable, really. They looked so much alike. He knew then that he could be like that, too. Thus far... he was failing at that goal.

Again, he wanted to hate. He didn't care where the hate was focused, but he felt the need to get it out. But the two main focal points were impossible. He couldn't hate Yami. Who could? The spirit had helped him so much, took care of him. And hating himself was out of the question; he didn't think he could take something like that...

It was a blank space in time until he was sitting at his desk. He'd managed until then to keep his thoughts out of the depths of depression... more or less by not thinking at all. he had even failed to hear the constant murmuring about a new student. Then the teacher walked in, and behind him followed the one thing that finally got the youth's attention.

"Attention, everyone," the teacher piped up. "We have someone new joining our class, today." Yugi immediately perked, stared, and gaped.

"My name is Ryou," the pale, white-haired boy professed in a smooth, sweet voice. "Pleased to meet all of you..." Yugi repeated the name in his head a few times, trying suddenly not too look so enthralled. It was hard to keep his eyes off of the other boy, though. What was being said then kind of faded out. Ryou had such kind, deep chocolate eyes... and his polite smile made him seem so elegant.

"He took a seat next to Jonouchi and the two exchanged brief words of greeting.

"Hey, Ryou! This is my friend... Yugi... Ah... Yugi...? Hey, Yug'!"

"Oh! Um..." Had he been staring...? Gods... he hoped not. "H-hi... nice to meet you..."

"A pleasure," Ryou replied with one of those polite, elegant smiles that nearly sent Yugi into another dreamy daze. At least if he'd been staring before, no one seemed to have noticed. Everyone else was staring at Ryou, too... and the boy himself was being swamped with greetings and gawking girls.

'Wow...' Yugi began thinking to himself, his first real non-depressing thought that day. 'He's amasing... so nice and-' He tried not to go red at his own wandering mind. 'And so very...'

"Yugi, was it?" Ryou's voice broke through the haze. "I've been wondering about that pendant of yours... Where did you get it?"

"The Millennium Puzzle...? It's from the tomb of an Egyptian Pharaoh. W-would you... like to see it...?" He bit his lips together in nervousness, hoping that it didn't come across as potent as he felt it inside.

"Yes, please!" He slipped it off and handed it over, a new beat to his heart coming as Ryou's pale, slender fingers chanced to brush over his own in the passing of the golden object. "This is amasing..." he seemed to muse aloud. "What are the chances that-" Ryou then went even paler than before, which was quite a feet, Yugi thought.

"Ryou...?" Yugi asked. He received no immediate response and so looked to Jonouchi. It seemed his best friend was already engrossed in another conversation, though.

"O-oh... I-I'm sorry..." Ryou whispered, blinking a few times. "I... spaced off for a moment, there..." He smiled and handed the item back, but Yugi was under the impression that the smile was forced. He knew what those were like... The boy then turned around and faced forward in his seat again, his expression distant and vague. And yet it almost seemed as though he was in some sort of pain. The only thought in Yugi's head was that he'd done or said something to offend Ryou, and he again dropped into another mode of depression.

'Gods, Yugi... you're so pathetic... The guy barely knows you and he already hates you.' The youth sighed and stared down at his desk, giving only another brief glance or two over to Ryou, who seemed completely in a world of his own. '...pathetic...'
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His mood didn't really improve, and by lunchtime he was even further into wanting to curl up and die than he'd probably ever been. There wasn't much sense in it. It wasn't like he really knew Ryou enough to be crushed by not being liked by the boy. And yet... for just a few moments, they seemed to connect... like they had something deeply in common that they both didn't realize. Nothing about this day was making much sense to him, though. Why had Ryou so suddenly pulled away from him? Why the distant and death-like appearance? He'd stayed like that for the entire class, and Yugi hadn't really seen him for quite some time, now.

He couldn't eat. He just pushed the food around in front of him, staring at it... well, more like through it.

"...Yugi...?" he heard, spinning around with one quick jerk and staring wide-eyed up at a very kind smile. "I'm sorry about earlier, Yugi. I... don't really know what happened."

"O-oh... i-it's alright... really..."

"It's just- I didn't mean to be rude or anything."

"Maybe it was just something you ate," Yugi offered then, getting a genuine smile to come out.

"Perhaps," the other boy said with a chuckle, returning that smile. He sat down next to Yugi and folded his hands neatly in his lap. "Are you doing anything after school, today?"

"No, I-" He stopped cold, his shoulders sagging a bit. "Yes... I almost forgot. I owe someone a game after school." At those words Ryou seemed to perk.

"Really? A game? What kind of game?"

"Um... I'm not sure. He really didn't specify. Probably Duel Monsters; it's his favourite."

"I really love games, but it's been a while since I've been able to really play anything..." The pale boy went a bit distant for a moment again before bringing himself back to his senses. "Do you think I could just tag along and watch?"

"Oh... well, I uh..." the youth stuttered, not knowing what to say. He wanted to spend more time with Ryou, to get to know him... but what about Yami? Should he really introduce his new friend to his other half? There would be so much explaining to do...

"It's alright," Ryou said, shaking his head. "Maybe some other-"

"No! Um... I mean... no, it's no big deal, really. It's just-" He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to slow himself down. "The person that I owe a game... he sort of... looks like me."

"Sort of...? Like a relative?"

"No, actually. I mean he really looks like me. And, well-"

"It's okay." Ryou smiled. Yugi just looked at him strangely. "Maybe it would be easier if you just introduced us." It made sense. Trying to explain the complexities of yami and hikari right now without any proof might've sent Ryou running away screaming. He couldn't blame anyone for thinking it crazy, though. It was a pretty surreal experience, and even now Yugi himself had a hard time believing just how everything had come to be.

"Alright, then. I suppose that would be okay. I live at the Kame game shop... do you know where that is?"

"I think I remember passing it just the other day when I was moving in."

"Okay. You can stop by after school. But you have to promise me something, Ryou," Yugi said in a very serious voice. "You have to promise not to go around talking about him. I only have a few friends that know about him, and I don't want to have to explain everything to the entire world."

"A-alright... I promise," Ryou stuttered in confusion, and just a bit of worry.

"Don't worry. He's not dangerous, he's just... a secret."

"Okay. Well, I'll stop by after school, then." Ryou stood up and gave one of those gorgeous smiles and a wave, leaving Yugi in another trance of amasement. He was just about perfect...
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"How was your day?" Yami asked as his young hikari walked up to the game shop. It seemed the spirit had been waiting outside for him. Yugi wasn't surprised. It was his nature, looking after him, even doting on him to an extent. Yami really was like a big brother...

"Pretty eventful," Yugi said with an earnest smile that took his yami by surprise.

"Oh?"

"Mmm-hmm. We had a new student, today. His name is Ryou." They both walked inside and headed towards the room they shared. "I invited him to watch us play... I hope you don't mind."

"You want him to meet me, already?" Yami asked with widened eyes, stopping dead in his tracks. They both stood there in the hall, the hikari trying to come up with a reason that didn't sound like stupid, childish puppy-love.

"Well... he's really nice, and... and, well- I just have a feeling that he's going to be a really good friend that we can trust." Yami hummed lowly for a moment, then nodded. It was Yugi's decision, even if he really didn't agree with it. "Besides, he seems to really like games, too. Maybe we can get him to play with us!"

"Yugi, I-" He stopped and sighed, shaking his head. He didn't want to argue... he just wanted to warn his hikari. "Just try to be careful... Things aren't always as they seem."
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"Ryou..."

I spun around on the sidewalk. Strange... there was nothing there. At that point I would've sworn I'd heard someone whisper my name. With a slight frown, I turned back around and continued on my path to home. If I wanted to make it to the game shop and meet this 'secret' person that Yugi was so worried about, I had to hurry.

I made it another block or two before I felt a strange chill running up my spine, like someone was right behind me... and closely so.

"Ry-ouuu..." the voice spoke up again, this time in a taunting, sing-song manner. It seemed so close... For a moment I couldn't move, the creepy feeling had me frozen; and although the voice was soft and fluid, there was a deepness to it, an ominousity lurking in that depth. Again, I turned to look behind me, the direction in which it seemed to originate.

Nothing.

Then came a deep chuckle, and that seemed to be behind me, too. In a near panic, I backed myself up to a building and searched the area for someone, anyone... but even the streets were empty, right now.

Heavy breathing...

I realized quickly that it was mine.

"I must be going crazy..." I muttered aloud, letting my guard down and resuming my walk home. I was at the door when that chill came back, and I gave one last glance behind me before trying my best to shrug it off and entering my home. Locking the door behind me, I walked into the livingroom-

That feeling... that chilling, menacing feeling...

It was suddenly much stronger than I had felt earlier, and this time I knew there was really something there. I felt my face go cold as the blood drained from it, my lower lip trembling before I pressed it into its match and bit them together. First my head turned, my eyes searching for the intruder. Then my entire body jerked around at the terrible sight before me.

It was... it was ME- yet, it wasn't.

The gleam in my likeness' eyes was unmistakably evil, the teeth-baring grin portraying an eerie, calm ferociousness. The shock was too much. My mouth only gaped open, despite my command to scream. The grin on his face spread wider in a sort of slow motion as his hand rose, then came down hard across my face.

There was nothing between the slap and hitting the floor, it all happened so fast. I saw my bookbag land a few feet away and wasn't sure if he'd grabbed it and tossed it or not. My cheek burnt, and I hesitated before looking back up at this clone.

"I've been waiting a long time to do that."

"W-who are you...?" I asked, my voice beginning to tremble in fear.

"You..." came the frightening response. "At least, that's where I came from. I was locked in there long enough, there was a time where I almost started to believe I was you. But that phase was, thankfully, short-lived." He knelt down beside me and put his fingers against the hot spot of my cheek. "Your open curiosity set me free..." I didn't know what was going on... what was he talking about? His fingertips traveled feather-light down my face and neck. "And now I'm going to make good use of that freedom."

"What do you want?!" My instincts were all telling me that none of this was good. This replica just oozed with ill-intentions, and my very blood ran cold at the way he stared back into my eyes.

"The release of an eternity of suffering..." Again left at a loss, I let out a shaky breath. "You'll understand soon enough," he chuckled.

"Who are you... really...?"

"There's that curiosity, again..." he mused, his face going emotionless. Another hard slap too me by surprise. "As much as I owe it... I'll still have to keep that little trait in check." At that point I was too afraid to say anything else, and I only looked at him, wondering what he would do next. "I hope you'll take a consolation prize, and just call me 'Bakura'."

"B-Bakura...? But-" Another burning slap.

"I'm well aware, you little bitch. I've been inside you long enough to know everything about you. Not that it wasn't fun... being inside you..." He touched my face again in that soft manner, though I saw it as more of a taunting, now. "Come to think about it, that's not a bad idea. What do you say, little Ryou? Would you like me... 'inside you'?" My eyes went wider than they'd probably ever been before, and my breath started coming in heavy, uneven pants. "Oooo..." he chuckled. "I think you like that idea." Long, pale fingers reached forward and began unbuttoning my white shirt.

After the shock wore away a bit, the panic set back in, and I pushed his hand away, clutching my opening shirt together over my chest.

"N-no!" I protested. "I-I won't let you! Stay away from-" My words were cut off violently with his hand clutching my throat. He gripped so tight I could scarcely breath. Straight away I grabbed his arm in desperation and tried to free my neck.

"How dare you refuse me!" he yelled, his voice growing deep and dark. "From now on you are my prisoner! Understand?! I call the shots! You do what I say!" His hand tightened and pushed me the rest of the way to the ground, my back arching against the floor as I squirmed in fear and pain.

He straddled me and pressed down hard on my throat, and for a moment I thought that my wind pipe might just collapse under such pressure. His other hand went down for my shirt again, this time just yanking and popping the rest of the buttons off. I had probably turned colours two or three times by that point, the grip I had on his arm growing weak and my vision starting to blur.

"Please, stop!" I tried to beg him, but all that came out were faint gasps and gurgles. It seemed to work, though. I felt air rushing into me in breaths that were too deep and hurt my lungs. I didn't have time to dwell on it, though. In an instant he was bent over the top of my torso, his hands working quickly to push my jacket and shirt off of my shoulders. I felt his mouth press against mine. His warm, wet tongue slid over my trembling lips as if he was savouring the taste of them, then pushed its way into my mouth. I wanted to bite him in this forced act of intimacy... but the fear of what he'd do to me prohibited it. All I had to do to warrant a near-death choking was protect myself... what if I actually hurt him? I shuddered to think on it...

It seemed like it would never end, though it couldn't have lasted too long, because as soon as my upper half was completely bare, he left my mouth.

"Mmmm... sweet. Just as I'd imagined it," he teased and licked his lips. He lifted up a bit and made a move for my pants. I couldn't take this, anymore.

"Please, no!" I begged, on the verge of tears. "Don't...!" A thoughtful look crossed his face.

"It seems I'm going to need either more motivation, or more restriction," he mused aloud. "Don't go anywhere, now." He gave me a wink and got to his feet. "I'm not finished with you, yet." He disappeared into the other room, leaving me in a new state of shock. Why would he leave me alone, even for a moment? Did he trust that I really wouldn't try to get away, again?

I made a mad scramble for the front door, running into a chair on the way, and nearly slamming into the wall from running too fast. My trembling fingers fought to unlock the door. I couldn't stop shaking... My fingers just didn't want to listen to my mind, which was also racing. The doorknob rattled in my hand as I finally managed to twist the small lock and then hurried to unfasten the deadbolt, as well. Just as I thought I'd managed it... I heard the heavy clunk of the chain bolt sliding into place. So much for home security... The air went still as I held my breath. My eyes refused to blink or move.

"Tsk. Shame on you, Ryou. You were going to leave without saying goodbye... and after I'd kindly asked you not to. It looks like I'll have to teach you a few manners."

I couldn't hold my breath, anymore.

A shaky gasp.

My mind was racing. I couldn't get out... I had to defend myself!

My heart felt like it would explode in my chest...

I sprang away from the door and dashed into the kitchen. There had to be something here for me to use. I looked around and fumbled with a few drawers. I found a sharp knife and held onto it as though my life depended on it.

It might've.

"What, now?" he growled as he came into the kitchen. "I'm beginning to tire of this little cat-and-mouse. The cat is getting hungry." Spinning around, I held the knife towards him, hoping that it would keep him away. "What's this?" he chuckled, "The pathetic little hikari trying to play tough?"

"H-hikari...?" I asked, trembling. He took a few slow steps towards me, and I backed up to the counter.

"That's right. You're the hikari... and I'm your yami. Your darkness. Your shadow. And you can never escape from your own shadow, Ryou. It will always be right behind you." He continued forward and I began to shake more noticeably. "Watching... Waiting..."

"W-waiting...? Waiting f-for what...?" He stopped mere inches from the knife I held with his eyes dropping down in faux thought, the cool smirk on his lips growing.

"Waiting... for you to make that one fatal error."

"That'll never happen!" A full-out laugh exploded from him and it startled me.

"You've already made plenty, little Ryou." Without warning he lunged and soon had my right wrist in a tight grip. Prying the knife from my unwilling fingers he let his expression go blank again... then brought the sharp blade straight down the length of my palm.

I screamed and fought to get my hand free, thankful that he didn't put up a fight about it. He'd already wounded me enough to knock me out of that brief rebellion; that was probably all he was aiming for. I stared at the deep cut running from near my wrist towards my fingers, my relaxed hand filling rapidly with blood.

"See...? Little boys shouldn't play with knives."

"What do you want from me?!" I cried.

"I think I've made my immediate demands well known," was his only response before kneeling in front of me and unfastening my pants. My breath caught as he pulled them down tortuously slow. Eyes shut, I tried not to go red at the embarrassment. "Hmmm... nice..." he whispered, wasting no time in grabbing my manhood and squeezing it.

"P-please... Bakura... don't..." He ignored my pleading and stroked me a bit and, to even my amase, brought me to near-full arousal. It shouldn't have been so easy... I was hating this, full of fear and shame at what was being done to me. Now I was even more humiliated by my body's natural reactions to this unnatural seduction.

He got to his feet then, and I sighed in relief.

"What?" he asked, "You didn't think I was going to suck you off, did you? Cock sucking is a duty reserved for pets and slaves." A pause. "Speaking of which... " Before I knew it, his hands were on me again, dragging me to the centre of the room. I was forced down to my knees and he began working on his own pants. There was still blood pouring from my hand, dripping off my fingertips, down my arm... Just that alone was enough to make me shake. I didn't know how bad the cut was, but I was bleeding more than I could ever remember bleeding in my life.

He shoved his pants down, and although I had already caught an accidental glimpse of the impressive member, I had to look away. He was already...

"Bite me..." he warned, "and I'll remove yours... slowly..." I heard the knife clatter onto the counter, then felt his hands in my hair. He guided me forward. I felt the smooth skin of his tip touch my lips. "Open." My mouth trembling, I let my lips part, and he yanked me forward. His entire length was suddenly inside my mouth, the tip of it lodged somewhere in my throat and cutting off my air. It was painful... his thickness stretching my throat... He held me there for a moment before speaking, again. "Touch yourself." I gave a dismayed whimper as he pulled me back to where I could at least breathe again. "You heard me. Jack yourself off." His voice was so cold, frightening. The fingers on my right hand twitched. I was injured... I couldn't possibly use that hand. I did as he asked, forced to use my left hand instead. As soon as I'd set into a descent rhythm, he secured his hold on my hair and began yanking my mouth onto him again. My eyes moistened, in part from the pain in my tortured throat, and in part from the overwhelming despair I felt inside.

I told myself that it was all just a dream. Over and over I chanted it to myself. It was all just a terrible dream, and I'd wake up soon, safe and warm in my bed.

But it wasn't true. I wasn't in bed. I was in my kitchen, naked and bleeding, my mouth being raped by this... this remorseless thing.

"Ryou, you little whore," he commented in that acidic tone. "You're good at this... you must've done this before." His words were so cruel... I wanted to cry. Cry from all of it.

He let out a long moan, and I could feel his grip tightening, my hair being pulled so hard it hurt. It was then that he yanked me back.

"Finish," he demanded. "Hurry up. I want to see you cum, first."

Talk about stage fright...

But there was nothing I could do. I stroked myself faster, willing the orgasm to come as best as I could so I could stop doing such humiliating things. It didn't take long, surprisingly enough. I whimpered and tensed, feeling it get closer and closer.

"Faster," Bakura commanded. I obeyed, not caring anymore. I felt so needy, I wanted to cum. Several ragged breaths passed my lips, then whimpers as it hit. Warm, thick fluid poured freely from my body, over my fingers, and onto the floor.

"Good boy," he purred in a saccharine tone, pulling me forward again. I wasn't allowed to enjoy any kind of orgasmic aftermath. I cried out as I was again forced to take his entire length. This time he was even less gentle than before, thrusting into my mouth with every tug. "Swallow it all, Ryou..." he whispered, causing me to shut my eyes even tighter, my hands clenching into fists as I prepared myself. Warm crimson oozed from between my fingers. I had no desire to taste him like this, no desire to have him empty into my mouth... He moaned out again and gave his hardest thrust yet. I felt the warm, salty essence hit the back of my throat and nearly gagged. He pumped into my mouth again and again, filling it with his thick cum. I tried my best to gulp it all down, but it was too much... and I felt so ill...

As he finished and pulled me away, I choked and some of the white fluid ran down my lower lip and joined mine on the floor.

"I thought I told you to swallow it all!" he growled. There was a moment of silence as he thought on it. "Lick it all up."

"W-wha?!”

"I said lick it off the floor, Ryou! Do it!" He bent over and shoved my head downwards, my face being smeared into the mixture of blood and cum. "NOW!" My mouth opened... my tongue quivering as it reached out to the tile. The floor was cold, and it had seen to it that the fluids would be, too. It was mostly mine... so I guess it wasn't as bad as drinking his, even if I was cleaning it from the floor. "That's right, Ryou. Lap it up like the dog that you are." He was having way too much fun with this...

He stepped around me and pulled my arms behind my back.

"What are you doing?!" There was no response, only something cold on my left arm. I tried to pull away, and the cold became painful and warm in an instant. I yelled, and looking over I saw blood trickling along my skin. He must've picked up the knife... I'd missed it.

"No more questions. Just obey." I bit my lip, my arms pulled behind me, again. I felt something being wrapped around my wrists, tying them together.

"No! Don't!" I screamed at him and renewed my struggle, but I'd already been tied. He growled and flipped me over. With heavy breath I stared at his towering form, his foot coming down on my chest hard.

"I will do as I please with you," the so-called 'yami' hissed. "You're my little whore, now. If I want you to cum, you'll cum. If I want you to bleed, you'll bleed. And if I want you to give me that tight, little ass..." I choked on a whimper at his words. The sickening feel of blood still oozed through my fingers and gave me a shiver. Another bold laugh cut loose and echoed through the kitchen. "That's right. You belong to me, now. My little toy. My little whore. And you're going to bend over for me whenever I want you to. The consequences if you don't will be much, much worse." The foot came off my chest, and he knelt back down to flip me over. "Now that I've explained it to you, let's get back down to business. And I always mix my business... with my pleasure..."

His hands caressed my back as if he was trying to soothe me. They traveled lower until I felt them begin to slide with a bit more ease. I then realized that he was smearing the blood that had dripped along my back from my hand over my skin... it was a sickening thought. "I don't think I'll punish you for anymore screaming or struggling, Ryou..." he whispered. "Because I'm sure that this will deserve them."

Something pushed at my entrance and I gasped.

"Get used to it." That said... he rammed into me.

It was like being torn open from the inside, a mixture between sharp, throbbing, and burning pains... all at once. My throat began to hurt. It was a while before I realized that it was from a loud, hard scream pouring out from it. Tears that had been kept at bay throughout the entire ordeal poured forth, streaking through the smeared blood on my face. As soon as all of the air felt completely sucked out of my lungs, I broke down completely. I couldn't breathe. I wanted to die. I tried to sob, but couldn't. For a moment I even thought I would suffocate.

"Breathe," came the sharp command. My head was yanked back at a painful angle, though it seemed to open my throat to let the air in. It took several gasps, but my lungs finally began to work again, my sobs now loud and relentless.

"Ba-k-kura!" I screamed, his grip on my hair tightening as I tried to shake free. "Stop!" With a dark laugh he did just the opposite. He pulled back and rammed into me hard. "STOP!" My throat was already so sore... but that pain dulled in comparison.

"'Stop'? But the fun's just started, Ryou," he said with a dark laugh.

"Please...! I-it hurts...! It hurts- s-so bad!" I choked out from behind all the sobbing, tears flowing freely. Another hard thrust, more screaming.

"Don't worry, slave," my yami said with a thickness in his voice that frightened me even more," you'll get used to it. You might even grow to like it... maybe even need it."

"NO!" My voice was crackling. I'd strained it too much. "GOD! NO!"

"Not even your god can save you, now..."
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He continued for what seemed like an eternity. One long, deep thrust after another. He was in no hurry to end it; he was enjoying it... making me cry, making me bleed... I could feel that blood trickling over me, though the flow had begun to slow. But more alarming was the moisture running down my thighs.

For a while I thought 'I feel like I'm dying,' but then I realized... not even death could be this agonizing. It made me long for it. Death. Anything to make it stop.

Soon my screams had died down to regular groans and whimpers, every breath that I took aggravating my raw throat. I felt broken... truly and utterly.

"What's wrong, love?" he finally asked as he bent over me and gave a long, desperate moan. "Not enjoying yourself, yet?" There was a pause, as if he was honestly waiting for an answer. "I'm enjoying you," he whispered into my ear before licking at its rim. "Immensely so."

"Why...?" I begged hoarsely. "Why... are you doing this to me...?" Fresh tears sprang up as I thought on it, a new wave of shame and torment welling up inside.

"Why not?"

"Because... it's w-wrong..." With those words, my crying started up again in full. I couldn't help it. For a while I had managed to detach myself from the situation, even numb myself to some of the pain by will. But the more I thought about it... the quicker it began to set in, again.

"Rules are for the weak," he responded in a calm, seductive voice. "The weak, Ryou. Like you."

"No... no..."

"Yes. You're weak, my little pet. That's why you are mine, now... mine to do with what I please. And thus far, I've gotten so much pleasure out of you; and I thank you for that."

"Th-thank m-me...?"

"Yes. Remember? I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for you and that boy..."

'Boy...? What boy?' I thought to myself. 'What is he talking about?'

"And so now I'll finish 'thanking' you..." It was a cryptic warning for what was to come. Bakura straightened and grasped my hips as best as he could with the smeared blood in the way and resumed taking his pleasure, this time his movements swift and hard. Screaming and thrashing around, I tried to throw him off and away from me.

"NOOOO! STOP! IT HURTS!" They were the loudest cries, yet. I heard them echo through the kitchen and began to just scream. The words weren't doing any good, but perhaps someone outside would hear me and come to help. It was my only hope... and no matter how impossible it really was, I had to hold onto it. For my sanity.

I continued to throw my body around with all the force I could gather. Still, it was of no use... he was right. I was weak. I couldn't protect myself... So very weak- maybe I deserved this...

His moans grew louder. I could almost imagine him throbbing inside of me as he grew closer to his peak. My pleading and loud screams didn't seem to hinder him in the slightest. In fact, I dare say they turned him on even more.

Suddenly there was a warmth in me. The savage pounding I was taking grew even more so... then came to an abrupt stop. I heard his heavy breath, felt it on my neck as he partially collapsed on me.

"Mmmm... perfect..." he whispered.

Things were already getting blurry, despite the fiery pain I felt inside.. The want for death I'd felt earlier seemed to only be a taste of what I was now feeling. Used. Helpless. Worthless. If I could've gotten my hands on that knife... I think I would've used it. But my body was far too weak to do much of anything. I didn't even have the strength to cry, anymore. A few warm tears still came, but they went more or less unnoticed. I just closed my eyes, and let the darkness claim me, hoping that I wouldn't wake up.
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"He should've been here by now," Yugi muttered, gazing out of his window. He sighed and turned around towards Yami. "Maybe he got lost... he's new here, you know."

"Perhaps." The yami stood up from the edge of the bed and walked over to Yugi. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about, anyway." Yugi's face went slightly pale, though he tried to act like nothing was wrong. "It's about thismorning..."

"You were listening... weren't you...?"

"Yugi, I didn't mean to, I-" He stopped. Sighed. "You can't treat yourself like that. You're one of the strongest people I've ever known, Yugi..." His voice sounded truthful, but the hikari had to look at him strangely in wonder.

"Strong...? Me...?" He scoffed. "That can't be true. I can't do anything by myself. I mean... just look at me..."

Yami stared at him for a long while, sadness forming in his eyes. There was nothing more he wanted to do than find a way to comfort his hikari.

"There is more than one way to be strong, Yugi..." he said, his hands settling on the other's shoulders. "There is strength of body.... strength of mind... and strength of heart." Yugi looked up at his yami and forced a slight smirk.

"Figures I'd get stuck with the heart, huh?"

"Someone who understands and uses their strength has few weaknesses, Yugi. You need to accept who you are... and love that person." The pharaoh smiled and tilted his head. "The rest of us do."
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I had no memory of actually blacking out.

Then again, I suppose no one does, really.

I came to, the only thing registering being the pain... and the disappointment of waking. Everything hurt. I placed my hands upon the ground and, after a time, managed to push myself up to a sitting position on the cold floor. Vision clearing, I saw that there was still blood smeared all over the tile... My lower lip trembled. I remembered everything that happened...

"...no..." I whimpered. "...it didn't happen..." New tears sprang forth, burning my eyes. "IT DIDN'T HAPPEN!" I broke straight into full sobs, pulling my knees in close and burying my face against them. "...it didn't...!"
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"So... this new friend of yours... he's a new student at your school?"

"That's right. Today was his first day."

"You said his name is Ryou... Tell me about him," Yami said, handing his hikari a soda. He decided that since Yugi had made up his mind about this new boy knowing about him, he might as well get to know him, too.

"Well, he's very nice..." Yugi commented softly, not looking at his yami directly. He wanted to avoid the blush that wanted to creep up into his cheeks. "He has long, white hair... and brown eyes..."

"White hair? You mean really pale blond?"

"No, I mean white. Really white. And he's pretty pale, too. If it wasn't for the eyes, I'd say he was an albino." He took a sip of his soda and thought quietly to himself for a moment. "Is there such thing as an half-albino...?" Yami just chuckled and watched.

"Maybe."

Another time of quiet settled over them. It wasn't uncommon. Yami was almost always around, and it was impossible to keep a conversation going for that long. Especially since they were both quite different in personality, despite the physical similarities.

"I'm really worried about him."

"Why?" Yugi sighed and looked down at the soda can. "Maybe he got lost, remember? Him not finding the place is no reason to be worried. Or... maybe something came up that he had to take care of."

"Yeah... maybe..."

"You can just ask him at school, tomorrow. And if he wants, he can watch us play after school then, since he missed it today."

"Okay," the hikari said with a smile, feeling a little better, already. Yami was always able to cheer him up. He was grateful for that.
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Some time later, after the tears had dried up and the sobs had died away, I lifted my head and looked around myself, again. The red streaks on the floor were more or less dried by now. I looked at the palm of my hand. The wound was very deep, but there was little bleeding, now.

My legs felt shaky as I tried to put them beneath me. The muscles seemed achy and sore. There was no desire in me to cry anymore, though under normal circumstances just thinking about it would've done the job. I'd already cried all I could...

Taking small, feeble steps I went from the kitchen and made a slow search of the house. I thought that Bakura would still be here, somewhere... but as it seemed, he had gone. But gone where? Back where he came from? I shivered at that thought. He'd said that he came from inside me, after all.

I found myself at the front door. The chain bolt was slid off.. He must've left...

If I still could've cried, I would've done so in relief.

Double checking the locks, I decided that perhaps he was gone for good. I headed towards the bathroom, bumping against the hallway wall once as I nearly lost my balance. I flicked the bathroom light on. Clean... my body needed to be clean... I turned on the shower and turned back around towards the sink. I looked in the mirror. What a sight... My eyes were red and puffy from all the tears, though now they felt quite dry. There was blood streaked on my face... smeared in parts of my hair... It showed up so well against the pale canvas of my body.

I was stuck in a sort of paralyzed trance. I never knew I could look quite like that...

My eyes were burning before I blinked and looked away. I felt so empty, right now... so painfully empty. I now knew that I looked it, too. Fighting off a hysterical sob, I turned back towards the shower.

Steam poured out from it. The hot water sounded so inviting... though I knew it would burn at my cuts. I didn't really care, though. I needed to wash myself of all this...

Not that it would clean the parts of me that really felt dirty...

I adjusted the temperature of the water and stepped into the shower. Straight off, my arm started to burn, a little bit of fresh blood springing up. Gritting my teeth, I ran my hand over it to get off the older blood that had dried to my skin, then pulled the wound away from the hot spray.

The rest of the shower proved not to be difficult, save for the part where I had to wash my hair with one hand. The one that had been cut hurt too badly, and I would've just ended up with new red streaks, anyway.

Bandaging was a simple matter; and after that was finished I felt a bit better. I grabbed my light blue robe and slipped it on, the thin and silky material covering me down to near my ankles. There was a realization that hit me, then... I had school in the morning. If I didn't go, then I wouldn't get to apologize to Yugi for never showing up.

Poor Yugi...

I'd stood him up. But perhaps it was for the best. If I'd been over there when my 'yami' showed up, who knows what could've happened.

I wrapped my arms around myself and went into my bedroom. Pale light filtered through the sheer curtains from outside, a light breeze sweeping them back and forth. The open window made me feel nervous... what if he could get back in that way? I rushed over and slammed it shut, drawing the blinds after I did so. With any luck, he was gone for good- but why take the chance of giving him such an open opportunity?

Sitting on the dresser there was my brush. I grabbed it up and sat on the edge of my soft bed, smoothing out my long, wet hair with heavy eyelids. I felt so tired, exhausted. Even though I'd slept earlier, my body and mind had been through too much.

I didn't want to go to school in the morning... Although my arm would be hidden easily, there would no doubtedly be questions concerning my hand. How was I going to explain something like that? I'd have to think up a lie before I went... I yawned and let myself fall over onto the deep blue blanket on my bed, my head bouncing on the fluffy pillow. It was so soft... so comforting... It'd never felt this good before, like a cloud. A cloud from heaven. With that comforting thought, I let my eyes drift shut.
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Daylight. It was too bright... it hurt my eyes. I rolled over to ignore it... then stopped and jumped as my weight was on my arm. Sliding my robe down off my shoulder, I examined the bandage. It had bled a little, but not much. It could've been worse.

I looked at the clock. Straight away my eyes widened. I was going to be late!

Jumping straight out of bed, I scrambled to get ready. I dressed, then attempted to brush my teeth while putting my shoes on. Something that I'll never try again. A thorough brush through of my hair lead me through the hall and into the livingroom where I had last seen my backpack. I tossed the brush down on the coffee table and stopped dead in my tracks. The bag wasn't there... There were my things from inside it dumped out on the floor, but... the backpack itself was gone. Had 'Bakura' taken it? What would he need with my school bag...? I growled in frustration. He probably took it just to mess with my mind.

"Figures..." I muttered, then ran back into my room. I grabbed the case I'd avoided using the day before, went back into the livingroom, and stuffed all of my things into it. It was a little less convenient, but it worked, nonetheless.

Within a few more minutes, I was walking at a rapid pace down the walk towards school. My second day, and I was already going to be in trouble... My first day wasn't so great either, come to think about it. Girls stalking me, guys glaring at me, and some psychopath having-

"Ryou...?!"

I stopped and turned to my side, a familiar face on the other side of the street staring back at me.

"Yugi...!"

"Ryou, goodmorning!" He smiled and jogged across the street. "You're running late too, huh?"

"Y-yeah... I guess I am," I replied with an honest smile. "I slept in." He joined me in my walk, though I had to slow down a bit for his shorter legs. "I'm sorry, Yugi... for not showing up yesterday."
"That's alright. I'm sure you had your reasons."

"Yeah..." My heart sank a bit at those words. I had reasons, alright...

"But Yami said that you can come over today, instead!" he continued in a happy tone. "That is... if you still want to." But my mind had stopped comprehending what he was saying after that one word that he'd said...

"Yami...?" I said in little more than a whisper.

"Yeah. That's the guy I was going to introduce you to." I think he saw the look on my face then, because he grew quiet and looked up at me for long spaces of time as we walked along. "Ryou...?"

"Oh... um... Maybe... it's not such a good idea..."

"What...? Why not?" he asked, the disappointment clear in his voice. "There's no way you could know him," he thought out loud.

"You said... he looks like you...?" I asked as carefully as I could.

"Yeah...?"

"Has he ever-"

"Yeah...?" His tone grew more worried. There was little I could say without giving away too much information, information that I didn't want to give to anyone.

"He's nice to you? I mean... he's your friend?"

"Of course," he said, his worry disappearing. "Yami and I are best friends. We do everything together. You'll like him, don't worry. He's really nice." I suppose he just assumed I was worried about meeting someone new. I let him think that. It was easier that way.

So. It was possible that my new friend had his own 'yami'. But then why did he like his so much? His yami wasn't mean to him? From the way that Yugi talked about him, he didn't sound like someone I'd compare to a 'shadow'... I was perhaps just the unlucky one. Unless I was just insane and imagined it all... cut myself...

No.

I'd rather believe some freak came out of me and did it rather than believe that I could ever do something like that to myself.
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It was another hopeful day. With any luck, I'd get Ryou to actually visit. He had seemed a little off that morning... nervous...

The day was going by so slowly. It usually did, but not like this.

It was forever until lunch. I saw Ryou sitting by himself and made my way over to him. It wasn't until I sat down next to him that I realized Jonouchi had been following me.

"What's up, guys?" he asked with that big smile. Ryou flashed him one of his own adorable ones.

"Hey, Jonouchi," I said in as cheerful of a voice as I could. I couldn't believe that I had to hide my disappointment that he was there. I'd kind of wanted to talk to Ryou alone... I suppose it was just selfish of me.

"Woah, what happened to you hand?" I blinked and looked over at Ryou's hand, which he immediately grabbed with his other in a protective gesture.

"Oh..."

"Was it like that thismorning...?" I asked. "I didn't notice it."

"Yes. It was."

"So what happened?" my other friend pried.

"Oh... Just a little accident while cooking. It's fine." He gave another smile, but this one seemed forced. Just like yesterday. My brow furrowed in instant concern. If he had to fake a smile, then it definitely wasn't 'fine'.

"Cooking accident? What were you cooking, a piranha?" Jou joked, giving a playful punch to Ryou's left arm. Right away the white-haired boy cried out and grabbed at the spot, grinding his teeth in obvious pain. "Woah... are you okay? I didn't mean to-"

"I-I'm fine," he said quickly and stood up. "I'm sorry- I have to go." And without another word he started to leave. But what could I have said to make him stay? I was too shocked to say anything.

"Hey- Wait up!" my other friend called out, jumping up and giving chase. I felt so flustered right then. Should I follow? Maybe I should. Would Ryou get angry at me? No... why would he do that? I'm just concerned... the way he was acting couldn't be normal.

I caught up to them in the hall, just in time to witness Jonouchi grab Ryou by the arms and stop him.

"Come on, man... what's wrong? Did I hurt you that bad?"

"N-no!" the other protested, trying to back away from the blond. "It's not that, it's just-"

"Ryou...?" I gazed up at him with sad eyes, knowing that something was bothering him. "You can tell us- Whatever's bothering you, we'll help. That's what friends are for." He looked almost alarmed for a moment before he pried himself from Jonouchi's hold.

"Please... I just don't feel well..." he muttered, then took back off down the hall, holding his arm.

"What's his problem?" my best friend asked, scratching absently at his chest.

"I don't know, J-" I stopped and stared at the white shirt beneath his school jacket. "J-Jonouchi...?"

"Yeah?"

"You're bleeding..."

"Wha?" He looked down at where I was staring and touched the spot stained red on his chest. "No I'm not..." he argued calmly, then looked at his hand. It had blood smeared all over it... He'd hit Ryou's arm... then held it when he tried to stop him...

"Ryou..."
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I couldn't believe how much it had hurt when Jonouchi hit me. He must've hit the cut just right... I held my hand over it, trying to both hide the blood seeping through and stop the flow. I could've sworn it was well enough to withstand a little everyday use... It seems I'd guessed wrong, though.

I found myself in the bathroom, shedding the blue school jacket and unbuttoning my shirt. I had to stop the blood, if nothing else. I pulled my left arm free of the clothing, leaving it dangle, and started to run some cold water from the sink. It's then that I noticed a figure appear next to me. The first thought in my mind was that it was Bakura coming back for another round of torture. But when I yanked my head around to see... it was someone else.

"Ryou, is it?" his smooth, deep voice asked, blue eyes staring at me with a calm intensity.

"Y-yes...?"

"What happened to your arm?" he asked, still calm and collected. I simply stared back at him for a while, afraid of his inquisitiveness. Why did he care? Did he know me, somehow? Did we have a class together or something?

"Scraped it on a nail..." I lied.

"And your hand...?" he continued, seeming to find my first excuse interesting.

"C-cooking accident..."

"I see." He looked me over, causing a light flush to rise into my cheeks. I grabbed my shirt and tried to casually cover myself a bit more. "Maybe you should go to the infirmary for that."

"N-no!" I gushed hastily. "I mean... it's nothing. It just had a bump, that's all. I-It'll be fine."

"Really." He stared at me for a few moments longer, though it seemed like an eternity before he smirked and shrugged. "Whatever. It's not like it's any of my business." He turned around and started out. "Just try not to stain your uniform."

"R-right..." I replied almost shakily, knowing that he barely heard me as he left. I looked over to said jacket, draped over another sink. He was right... if I didn't clean it soon, it would probably stain; and although the dark material wouldn't show it too badly... I didn't want the reminder there. The scar that would form on my arm was going to be bad enough.
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It was after school. I stood by Ryou's locker and waited, looking up and down the hall. A familiar comment filled my head. 'He should've been here by now.' I sighed with my fading patience and bit my lower lip.

It was then that someone walked up to me. I felt his stare, so I turned around.

"Oh... h-hi, Kaiba," I said, not able to hide how my nerves felt with him being so near. It was no secret the way he felt towards me. He'd made the fact known on more than one occasion that he'd love to see me beaten and dead. Though... it had been quite some time since he'd spoken to me or anything. Maybe he'd been planning this whole time... another sadistic game, like Death T?

"Hello, Yugi," he muttered, then shoved a hand into his pocket.

"Did you... want something?"

"Perhaps." He waited for a while, no doubtedly enjoying watching me squirm. "You know the new kid?"

"Ryou?" He just nodded.

"Do you know what happened to his hand?"

"Um... cooking accident...?" Kaiba gave a short scoff, one that hinted at a slightly amused disappointment.

"Thought so..." With that, he turned away and began to walk off.

"Wait! Kaiba!" He stopped, turning his head a bit to the side to hear what I wanted to say, though making no effort to turn around and face me. "Why did you ask...?"

"To verify that he was lying."