Revenge That's All But Sweet

Revenge That's All But Sweet

By: Magenta Fox

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Ryou curled up into and even tighter ball as the cold and lonliness panged his very being. It was always like this after his Yami beat him. He's crawl back into his all-white soul room and cry out all his pain. Every night he's tell himself that someday his tears would stop. Yes, that's right. Someday he'll be rid of Bakura and find someone to soothe away all the pain his darkness had cause him. Someday he'd be free of him.

However, in his dream lay one problem. He didn't want to be without Bakura. He was the other half of his soul, he was someone that completed him. Strong and weak, light and dark, greatness and failure. Throughout all the kicks, slaps and punches Ryou found a way to focus on just being near his darker half and not on the pain he was causing him. Not on the words of vile hatred that were always directed at him with each blow. No, there was only Bakura. His great, beautiful drakness Bakura.

The bone-chilling wind swept through his soul room again. The fragile boy wondered to himself if he had the strength to crawl over to the bed and get under the covers. He knew he didn't posses the strength to life the confides of his Ring; that would have to wait untill morning. Slowly he dragged his bruised body over to the bed and pulled himself into it. The room was all white, the complete opposite of his Yami's black room. It only made sense, considering he was the hikari...the light. And where light exists there can be no darkness. Where darkness exists there can be no light.

The blood dripping from his mouth slowly began to pool on the pillow as Ryou began to drift off to sleep. In his dreams he wasn't in pain and Bakura loved him. In his dreams he was warm. That was something their soul rooms had in common, they were both frigid areas of lonliness and despare. Ryou didn't understand why his love for his Yami didn't make it just a little warmer, but then, maybe Bakura's hatred for him was enough to overpower even the strongest feelings of love and need. Yes...that had to be it...

Suddenly new thoughts began to enter Ryou mind as his body stung with ever breath and every movement. Thought of...of revenege. It was fair that he had to take this. It wasn't just verbal abuse, it wasn't just physical abuse. This was tearing his heart into pieces. But then...maybe there was a way to end all his suffering and still get what he wanted. Yes. There was and Ryou knew just what it was. He'd take off the Ring for a while until he got his strength up and then he'd put his plan into action. Just a few days...

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Someone in a higher place must have though Bakura deserved what Ryou had planned for him, for he had gone to sleep by the time the lighter half had arrived. Slowly, carefully, he undressed him before taking the pieces of rope and bound his Yami's arms to the metal poles that sprung up from each corner of the bed. Then he went to he feet, makin sure each not was secure. He knew that eventually Bakura would break free and beat him, hopefully, to the point of death. That's what he wanted, that was all he wanted. To simply be able to touch his Yami just once before dying like he deserved. If he were everything his darker half called him, and he was sure he was, it would be what he deserved.

The stage was set as Ryou took a deep breath and swallowed hard. He crawled up onto the bed and stared at his sleeping Yami for a moment. He couldn't help but smile as he brushed a few lose strands of hair from his forehead. Then he looked at the knife he had placed on the ground. Yes, if his yami wouldn't be the death of him then he'd do it himself. He honestly just didn't posses the will to go on any longer.

Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Ryou finally found it in himself to continue what he planned. He slipped his clothes off, his gaze never shifting from his Yami serene, sleeping face. Finally he leaned down and chastely kissed those slightly parted lips, not suceeding in waking his darker half up.

"Bakura, my Yami, wake up,\ whi whispered softly into the other boy's ear. The bound captive of sorts began to stir a bit, steadily returning to consious reality, things begining to register one by one as he did.

"Ryou..what the fuck do you think you're doin-" his yelling was stopped when Ryou firmly pressed his lips against his. Confusion gripped Bakura's mind like a vice. Was this really happening? He would have bet his life to anyone who asked that this would never happen.

"I know you're going to hate me, yell at me, beat me for this but I don't care anymore. Do what you want but...but..." Ryou didn't think he'd be crying this early into it. "But I love you too much to care anymore. And I want you to know just how much I suffer because of you."

Bakura was in a complete and utter state of shock and amazement, It was then that he noticed the lack of clothes on him and his hikari. He noted how the frailer boy's pale body shook voilently as the heartfelt sobs wracked his small frame. He wasn't thinking of...he won't...?

"Ryou please don't," Bakura said, trying to sound like his usual, commanding self but subconsiously slipping in the word please, already regressing back to those 'other times.'

"SHUT UP!" Ryou snapped. "You have no right to tell me to do anything after what you've put me through."

"Ryou...you don't want to do this," Bakura tried to convince with a strong voice, his intentions failing as his hikari began kissing at his neck. He body froze. It was just like all the other times.

"Yes I do, it's all I ever wanted," Ryou argued as he moved down his Yami's muscular chest. "To be near you like this. The be able to touch you." The lighter one's hand swept gently across the other's stomach, cauing Bakura to bit down hard on his bottom lips and draw blood. He'd make Ryou stop this, he wasn't going to break...not again. He was stronger then that.

Maybe the fear approach would work.

"Ryou, stop this right now before I beat your fucking head in!" he ordered harshly. Much to his surprise, the normally frightned boy only stared at him with tear-filled eyes before kissing him softly again. HE wasn't so gently. HE didn't speak of love. But HE did tie him down...force him to be subjected to these things. Yes, a few differences but the same goal...to cause him pain.

Ryou was surprised that Bakura didn't make any attempt to escape yet and couldn't help but wonder, for a moment, what was stopping him?

Every painful memory was flooding back to Bakura.

*You stupid whore!* the much older man screamed at the little boy before slapping him across the face and sending him reeling. He picked up his son and flipped him roughly onto his stomach, ripping of the ragged clothing he wore. *You hear that son? Nothing but a worthless, stupid, ulgy whore.*

"Please Ryou," Bakura begged, so little sound escaping that he was practically mouthing the words.

Ryou finally positioned himself at his Yami's enterance, ready to finally show Bakura true pain like he felt. No one knows whether or not he would have gone through with it if the faint sounds hadn't been coming from Bakura. He looked over and found the tears welling up in his eyes, silently spilling out and tracing their way down his pale cheeks.

Ryou finally realized where he was...what he was doing....what he'd become.

"Father...please don't..." Bakura whispered as if in a daze.

What had he done?

A sick feeling fo guilt and sadness overtook Ryou for a moment. How could he have even THOUGHT of doing ANYTHING like this? Looking down at the knife he thought again, but for different reasons, of his deservingness to die. He scrambled off the bed and grabbed it, turning to furiously cut through the ropes. Once he was done with this he was immediatly back at his Yami's side, wiping away the tears and pulling him into and embrace.

"I'm so sorry Yami, I didn't know what I was doing. Please," he shoved the knife into the spirit's hand. "Just end it for me. I don't deserve to live anymore."

Bakura looked down at the weapon offered to him by his lighter half and grabbed it, quickly tossing it to the floor with enough force to seperate blade from hadle. After it had shattered into a few pieces on the floor, he turned to his hikari and collaped int his arms, grasping him tightly as if he was never going to let go. It wasn't Ryou fault. He had driven him to it. He thought someone had to pay for what happened to him.

Ryou took the black sheet off the bed and wrapped his Yami's naked body in it, not caring for his own comfort and cried with him. Desiding he shouldn't stay, he tried to leave, only to be pulled back to the bed by Bak

"Please...don't leave hikari. Just stay. I won't hurt you, I promise. I'm not mad. I'm sorry," he whispered against the back of the boy's neck.

So stay he did. And as he lay their, locked in an embrace with the one that completed him...his soulmate, the soul rooms of the Millenium Ring became just a little bit warmer.