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Adult +
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Chapter 2
Title: No Words
Author: Naria Lacour de Fanel
Rating(insofar): R
Disclaimer: YGO isn't mine, but this horribly angsty little ficcy is! Whee!!
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Chapter 2
As predicted, Bakura did reach out to grab the smaller man’s shoulder, and Ryou acted on it. He quickly snatched Bakura’s wrist, twisting it simultaneously until there was an audible pop. Bakura screeched in pain as he registered what was happening. Angry, he flicked his ever-present knife into his free hand and sliced open Ryou’s cheek as he roughly placed it at the young man’s throat.
“What the fuck to you think you’re doing, Ryou?!” Bakura hissed into his ear, voice dripping with venomous promises of pain. Ryou stared straight ahead.
“Leave me be, Bakura,” he said, voice beyond dead. It’s coldness startled Bakura…and yet made him all the more angry.
“I don’t think you’re in the position to be demanding things, you ballsy fuck! You’d better explain yourself before I add another scar to this pretty little throat of yours!” the thief growled menacingly.
“Leave me be, Bakura,” Ryou repeated, the coldness sending chills down the thief’s spine. Angrily, Bakura dug the knife into Ryou’s neck, sending a thin trickle of crimson cascading down the young man’s chest. Bakura chuckled at the damage, proud of his handiwork. Without warning, Ryou moved with lightning speed, ducking under the knife and onto the floor at Bakura’s feet; it had given him a cut across the cheek, but he didn’t care. He kicked at Bakura’s ankles, sending him crashing to the ground with a grunt and a curse. In the fall, he dropped the knife, which Ryou deftly scooped up.
The young man pounced on his dark, driving his knee into Bakura’s throat as he harshly stabbed the knife into the yami’s left shoulder. The thief screamed in pain and surprise, not able to throw his hikari off lest he break his neck. Ryou then grabbed two handfuls of Bakura’s snowy hair and yanked until Bakura looked him in the eye. The thief king was startled by the deathly calm expression on Ryou’s face…no anger, no sadness…it was so neutral. As if Ryou really didn’t give a damn whether or not Bakura chose to stay still…as if he were so damnably insignificant…
“Now you’re in no position to be demanding things,” he said monotonously, the blood from his own wounds dripping onto the thief’s face. “I’m the one who gave you passage into this world, and I can just as easily banish you. Now…Leave. Me. Be.”
With his final words, Ryou slammed his dark’s head into the floorboards and stood.
Bakura looked up at his light, his heart pounding in something akin to…fear? The young man was covered in blood that shone in the moonlight as he turned to walk away, and most of it was Bakura’s. The thief watched his light return to his seat at the window, wondering why he would be stupid enough to turn his back on a new enemy, especially one as deadly as the King of Thieves! How could he do something with such impunity?! How DARE he harm the King of Shadows! Ryou would never live this down, and his little show of bravado would cost him dearly…maybe a finger or two!
Bakura grunted as he stood, angry and ready to beat the living hell out of Ryou. He reached for the knife embedded in his shoulder, smiling maliciously at his naive hikari and his foolishness. The Thief King yanked the blade out of his shoulder with a grunt and prepared to send it flying straight into his light’s back. But a sudden whistling distracted him, and a sudden sharp pain in his gut stopped him. Bakura looked down to his stomach.
Red? Red and…silver?
…There shone a silver knife, buried to the hilt into his abdomen, blood already soaking into the shirt. He looked with astonishment to his light. Ryou was facing him, the same cold, uncaring stare plastered onto his face.
“I told you, leave me be,” Ryou droned. His hand flicked in the moonlight to reveal four shining throwing daggers, threatening to be used at a moment’s notice. “You might want to get to a hospital,” he said offhandedly before returning his gaze to the outside world. Bakura was struck dumb as he quickly backed out of the doorway, deciding he didn’t want any more puncture wounds in his new body.
Ryou amusedly hummed to himself, glad that he had finally taken his stand.
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Ryou looked down on his hands, wishing he could clear away the taint that stained them. He was no better than his yami, having used violence to solve his problem…But it was the only option at the time.
He did not regret what he had done to Bakura, no. He only regretted that that single action had completely stripped him of his last shreds of innocence. He was permanently gray now, no more shining purity lay within him. It was a sad casualty in his mind, but necessary if it meant Bakura would leave him be.
It had worked, Bakura had not shown his face in over a month, other than fleeting glances and glares. It had been a rather peaceful month, other than the fact that Bakura’s music still threatened to shake the house down…
Still, it was a small price to pay for peace of mind…
Ryou shook his head sadly as he pulled himself out of his memories, obviously needing sleep if he was being so reflective. He stood and stretched, ready to return to bed.
Midway through lowering his arms, he froze.
His yami… standing in his doorway.
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GYAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!! Shortest. Chapter. Ever. I'm a suckah for da cliffhangers!
Author: Naria Lacour de Fanel
Rating(insofar): R
Disclaimer: YGO isn't mine, but this horribly angsty little ficcy is! Whee!!
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Chapter 2
As predicted, Bakura did reach out to grab the smaller man’s shoulder, and Ryou acted on it. He quickly snatched Bakura’s wrist, twisting it simultaneously until there was an audible pop. Bakura screeched in pain as he registered what was happening. Angry, he flicked his ever-present knife into his free hand and sliced open Ryou’s cheek as he roughly placed it at the young man’s throat.
“What the fuck to you think you’re doing, Ryou?!” Bakura hissed into his ear, voice dripping with venomous promises of pain. Ryou stared straight ahead.
“Leave me be, Bakura,” he said, voice beyond dead. It’s coldness startled Bakura…and yet made him all the more angry.
“I don’t think you’re in the position to be demanding things, you ballsy fuck! You’d better explain yourself before I add another scar to this pretty little throat of yours!” the thief growled menacingly.
“Leave me be, Bakura,” Ryou repeated, the coldness sending chills down the thief’s spine. Angrily, Bakura dug the knife into Ryou’s neck, sending a thin trickle of crimson cascading down the young man’s chest. Bakura chuckled at the damage, proud of his handiwork. Without warning, Ryou moved with lightning speed, ducking under the knife and onto the floor at Bakura’s feet; it had given him a cut across the cheek, but he didn’t care. He kicked at Bakura’s ankles, sending him crashing to the ground with a grunt and a curse. In the fall, he dropped the knife, which Ryou deftly scooped up.
The young man pounced on his dark, driving his knee into Bakura’s throat as he harshly stabbed the knife into the yami’s left shoulder. The thief screamed in pain and surprise, not able to throw his hikari off lest he break his neck. Ryou then grabbed two handfuls of Bakura’s snowy hair and yanked until Bakura looked him in the eye. The thief king was startled by the deathly calm expression on Ryou’s face…no anger, no sadness…it was so neutral. As if Ryou really didn’t give a damn whether or not Bakura chose to stay still…as if he were so damnably insignificant…
“Now you’re in no position to be demanding things,” he said monotonously, the blood from his own wounds dripping onto the thief’s face. “I’m the one who gave you passage into this world, and I can just as easily banish you. Now…Leave. Me. Be.”
With his final words, Ryou slammed his dark’s head into the floorboards and stood.
Bakura looked up at his light, his heart pounding in something akin to…fear? The young man was covered in blood that shone in the moonlight as he turned to walk away, and most of it was Bakura’s. The thief watched his light return to his seat at the window, wondering why he would be stupid enough to turn his back on a new enemy, especially one as deadly as the King of Thieves! How could he do something with such impunity?! How DARE he harm the King of Shadows! Ryou would never live this down, and his little show of bravado would cost him dearly…maybe a finger or two!
Bakura grunted as he stood, angry and ready to beat the living hell out of Ryou. He reached for the knife embedded in his shoulder, smiling maliciously at his naive hikari and his foolishness. The Thief King yanked the blade out of his shoulder with a grunt and prepared to send it flying straight into his light’s back. But a sudden whistling distracted him, and a sudden sharp pain in his gut stopped him. Bakura looked down to his stomach.
Red? Red and…silver?
…There shone a silver knife, buried to the hilt into his abdomen, blood already soaking into the shirt. He looked with astonishment to his light. Ryou was facing him, the same cold, uncaring stare plastered onto his face.
“I told you, leave me be,” Ryou droned. His hand flicked in the moonlight to reveal four shining throwing daggers, threatening to be used at a moment’s notice. “You might want to get to a hospital,” he said offhandedly before returning his gaze to the outside world. Bakura was struck dumb as he quickly backed out of the doorway, deciding he didn’t want any more puncture wounds in his new body.
Ryou amusedly hummed to himself, glad that he had finally taken his stand.
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Ryou looked down on his hands, wishing he could clear away the taint that stained them. He was no better than his yami, having used violence to solve his problem…But it was the only option at the time.
He did not regret what he had done to Bakura, no. He only regretted that that single action had completely stripped him of his last shreds of innocence. He was permanently gray now, no more shining purity lay within him. It was a sad casualty in his mind, but necessary if it meant Bakura would leave him be.
It had worked, Bakura had not shown his face in over a month, other than fleeting glances and glares. It had been a rather peaceful month, other than the fact that Bakura’s music still threatened to shake the house down…
Still, it was a small price to pay for peace of mind…
Ryou shook his head sadly as he pulled himself out of his memories, obviously needing sleep if he was being so reflective. He stood and stretched, ready to return to bed.
Midway through lowering his arms, he froze.
His yami… standing in his doorway.
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GYAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!! Shortest. Chapter. Ever. I'm a suckah for da cliffhangers!