The Pharaohs Gift
The Pharaohs Gift-Chapter 12
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They wouldn’t stop…Ryou couldn’t seem to stop crying, as he
battled his anger, fear, pain trying to find a way to vent it in
other ways than crying. He slammed his fist over and over
into the stone ground untimi fmi forced him to stop. It wasn’t all
Bakura’s fault if Yami had never wanted him in the first
place he wouldn’t even be here.
“Don’t touch me!” Ryou yelled as he pulled from Yami’s
grasp.
Yami looked at him both in shock and sympathy understanding
what he had just went through. Ryou
couldn’t make them stop
he once again fell to the floor and cried until the sounds
echoed in his ears and he thought he would go mad with enduring them but he
couldn’t stop them. This is all…my
fault…my fault,
“My fault.” He said softly
“No Ryou, Bakura killed your father, you had nothing to do
with it.” Yami said
“Then why was he here? He came for me.” Ryou looked straight
into Yami’s eyes
Why was Ryou even speaking to Yami? All this man had to
offer him was pain and confusion…that’s all this world had to
offer him, he wished with his fathers life his would end as
well, he wanted to.
I feel like I'm all-alone, how could I have known you
would leave me here alive.
Oh my God, how did I make it this far?
Why can't I be where you are?
He felt so alone; the one man that he cared about killed the
one man that could deliver him from this hell he lived in. He curled into a
ball on the floor wanting to block anything and everything out of his world not
wanting to feel anymore.
Bakura sat quietly in his cell; he put up no fight when they
brought him here and made no noise to bother the guards.
say anything and what the hell was Ryou’s father doing inside his chamber?
Pharaohs chamber…how did he know? Malik
interrupted Bakura’s thoughts.
“How are you doing?” Malik asked meekly.
“I just murdered someone who didn’t deserve it, and what’s
more I probably have pissed the Pharaoh off because apparently
he was Ryou’s father…how the hell do you think I’m doing?”
Bakura said angrily to the stupid question.
“Don’t worry, you wont be in here long if I have anything to
say about it.” Malik said.
“Don’t bother, I don’t need pity nor do I want it.” Bakura
snapped.
Malik shook his head at Bakura, this wasn’t working, he
wanted Bakura to accept his help it would be easier to get him alone
that way.
“It’s not pity, you don’t belong here you were defending
yourself!” Malik said
“How the hell would you know?” Bakura asked suspicious “Me
and Ryou were the only ones there Malik.”
“I-I spoke with Ryou, do you want my help or not?” Malik
asked needing to change the subject.
“No.” Bakura simply said as Malik quickly left.
Bakura thought for a moment, he couldn’t have spoken with
Ryou the Pharaoh had him locked up in his chamber, not to mention he probably
was in no position to explain the circumstances of the fight. Why was Malik
lying and what reason did he have to be in his chamber and not doing anything
about the fight, Bakura shook that thought away. He wanted to know how Malik
knew of it but something else burdened his thoughts…Ryou dear god what kind of
damage has he done to him? Can he make it r aga again? And was Ryou serious
when he said he hated him…did Ryou truly hate him now? Please do not let him
hate me, Bakura prayed, and if nothing else let him forgive me…I can live
without his love but I cannot live with his hatred.
Malik walked down the halls. Idiot! Stupid! He yelled at himself. He had to wait for Bakura to serve out his sentence now, and when
he got out he would again ask how he knew…he knew Bakura didn’t buy for one
second what he said. He knew Bakura
would kill the man, and Ryou would say something that would make it look like
the boy cared nothing for Bakura when in reality, whether or not he realized
it, he still loved Bakura. But Malik
wanted the boy to suffer so instead of letting the father take him away he
wanted the father to die by Bakura’s hand and then Malik could have Bakura and
Ryou would be left with the Pharaoh. But now he has screwed up the entire plan.
Yami tried his best to sooth Ryou, but every time he tried
to touch him Ryou would pull away from him and Yami was becoming inpatient with
him. He didn’t make such a fuss when
his father died, and Bakura was being punished right now, what more did he
want.
“Ryou, please stop
crying, there was nothing we could do for your father it was too late.
but…”
Ryou cut him off “NO! You don’t understand! You don’t know
what love is! If you did you would know why I cant stop
crying…don’t pretend that you feel, there’s no way you
possibly could.” Ryou said
Ryou didn’t regret his words, even when he was harshly
slapped across the face, he still didn’t regret it. Yami had finally run out of
patients with Ryou, and was ready to slap him again but someone knocked on the
door and he left Ryou alone.
“Seto?” Yami said, “What is it?” He asked frustrated
“The council wishes to speak with you about imprisoning one
of them.” Seto said simply referring to Bakura for he was a part
of the council.
“Fine, watch Ryou.” Yami sighed not wanting to do this it
would take hours. “Do as he says Ryou, you need to straighten up
quickly.” Yami left Ryou with Seto at that.
Seto smiled as he watched Ryou hold the side of his face
tenderly where Yami had hit him. He sat upon the bed and watched Ryou’s slow
movements, even hurt the boy was awfully seductive and he didn’t even know
it. Seto wasn’t exactly interested in
men but Ryou was an exception, he was very feminine after all.
Ryou, Yami wouldn’t be too appreciative of that but thidn’idn’t mean he
couldn’t. He looked over Ryou slowly, Yami wouldn’t be back for hour’s council
takes forever, and he smiled walking over to Ryou. He grabbed him firmly by the
arm and kissed him roughly, and surprisingly Ryou didn’t stop him nor did he
try.
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