Yami's Love, Hikari's Hate
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,601
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Yami's Love, Hikari's Hate
Disclaimer: Don’t own nothing. Fuck off.
This fic is dedicated to bakurasgirl and Charralina, because Charralina is the perv that got me hooked on yaoi, and bakurasgirl was my first reviewer ever *huggles*
***YAOI ALERT (later in the story, at least) ***
*******First Chapter*******
Yami’s Love, Hikari’s Hate
Bakura gazed tenderly upon his hikari, trying to sort out the complicated feelings that were running through his soul. His relationship with his Light Side was...Well, complicated. During Ryou's earlier years, when he was 10 and 12, mostly, (AN: I have no idea if Ryou actually had the Ring then, I don't watch the show) he had almost hated the boy. He had hated Yaten Bakura, Ryou’s father, who brought that Ra-damned Ring into Ryou’s possession in the first place. And as the years passed, Bakura hated the hikari so much that he began beating him, first monthly, then weekly, until it became almost a daily thing. Ryou’s mother died a long time ago, and Yaten was an archaeologist, so he was often out on digs. Almost 10 months out of the year, Ryou was left to face his abusive Dark. But now… Bakura sighed. He couldn’t figure himself out. He had hated the boy. Once. But again, Bakura was forced to think about his feelings for Ryou now. Bakura disappeared into his soul room. Everything had always seemed clearer there. Until now. Unable to come to an answer, Bakura drifted to sleep…
The next morning, Ryou wearily, gingerly, and painfully left for school. The injuries he had sustained from his yami were always hurting him. He hated his yami. Yugi’s yami, whom everyone simply called ‘Yami’, was best friends with Yugi. He couldn’t imagine ever being close to his Dark Side like that. Ryou cried out when he bumped his wrist against the door. When his yami had bent his forearm past 90 degrees of his hand, it was definitely sprained, maybe broken. He wrapped it in a bandage before leaving for school. His last thought in the house before he forlornly left it was, Bakura, I hate you…
Ryou’s uncharacteristic thoughts reverberated on the walls, open to someone sensitive enough to pick them up. And Bakura was that someone. The hikari’s unbearable words echoed terribly in the spirit’s mind. Sitting, lonely and lost, on his soul room’s bed, the Tomb Robber cried… (AN: I like ending paragraphs in dot-dot-dots, could you tell?)
Ryou came home from school, waving goodbye to Yugi, and his last sense of security. When Ryou thought about his yami, he automatically got angry. I hate him! Why doesn’t he just leave me alone?! Then, the object of Ryou’s anger, Yami Bakura, stepped into view.
“Ryou…” He said quietly, almost afraid.
“You…” The now furious hikari hissed.
“Ryou, Ryou, no!! No! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!” The spirit of the Tomb Robber cowered and sobbed.
“You think I care? You’ve made my life a living HELL! Look at this!” Ryou bared his arms, revealing them to be covered with scars. “And this!” He tore off his shirt. His chest was subject to numerous cuts, bruises, burns, and scars. Bakura stared, horrified at his light half’s yami-inflicted wounds. “This has all happened because of you! I am in so much pain, every day, because of you! I used to love you! You were my other half! You filled that gaping void in my soul! You made my dream come true a nightmare! I HATE YOU!” Angry, anguished tears spilled down the smaller boy’s albino face. Bakura was positively sobbing by now. Fueled with his intense anger, Ryou ran toward his dark, who just looked on, deserving his light’s hatred and knowing it. Ryou finally reached Bakura, and immediately started raining his diminutive, but forceful fists on the Tomb Robber. Bakura lay there, helpless. Ryou’s tears splashed on the ground, pain, emotionally, physically, and spiritually, being the endless source for them. The scars ran deep. A tear fell onto Bakura’s hand. He gazed at the sparkling crystal on his finger, suddenly oblivious to the damage his body was taking. And still Bakura stared. He stared, and kept staring, until, without warning, he passed out.
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You likey? This is going to be my first…ummm…..chapter fic, and I’m open to suggestions, so you can tell me in a review what you want to be in it and I might put it in the story. So reeeviiieeew.
This fic is dedicated to bakurasgirl and Charralina, because Charralina is the perv that got me hooked on yaoi, and bakurasgirl was my first reviewer ever *huggles*
***YAOI ALERT (later in the story, at least) ***
*******First Chapter*******
Yami’s Love, Hikari’s Hate
Bakura gazed tenderly upon his hikari, trying to sort out the complicated feelings that were running through his soul. His relationship with his Light Side was...Well, complicated. During Ryou's earlier years, when he was 10 and 12, mostly, (AN: I have no idea if Ryou actually had the Ring then, I don't watch the show) he had almost hated the boy. He had hated Yaten Bakura, Ryou’s father, who brought that Ra-damned Ring into Ryou’s possession in the first place. And as the years passed, Bakura hated the hikari so much that he began beating him, first monthly, then weekly, until it became almost a daily thing. Ryou’s mother died a long time ago, and Yaten was an archaeologist, so he was often out on digs. Almost 10 months out of the year, Ryou was left to face his abusive Dark. But now… Bakura sighed. He couldn’t figure himself out. He had hated the boy. Once. But again, Bakura was forced to think about his feelings for Ryou now. Bakura disappeared into his soul room. Everything had always seemed clearer there. Until now. Unable to come to an answer, Bakura drifted to sleep…
The next morning, Ryou wearily, gingerly, and painfully left for school. The injuries he had sustained from his yami were always hurting him. He hated his yami. Yugi’s yami, whom everyone simply called ‘Yami’, was best friends with Yugi. He couldn’t imagine ever being close to his Dark Side like that. Ryou cried out when he bumped his wrist against the door. When his yami had bent his forearm past 90 degrees of his hand, it was definitely sprained, maybe broken. He wrapped it in a bandage before leaving for school. His last thought in the house before he forlornly left it was, Bakura, I hate you…
Ryou’s uncharacteristic thoughts reverberated on the walls, open to someone sensitive enough to pick them up. And Bakura was that someone. The hikari’s unbearable words echoed terribly in the spirit’s mind. Sitting, lonely and lost, on his soul room’s bed, the Tomb Robber cried… (AN: I like ending paragraphs in dot-dot-dots, could you tell?)
Ryou came home from school, waving goodbye to Yugi, and his last sense of security. When Ryou thought about his yami, he automatically got angry. I hate him! Why doesn’t he just leave me alone?! Then, the object of Ryou’s anger, Yami Bakura, stepped into view.
“Ryou…” He said quietly, almost afraid.
“You…” The now furious hikari hissed.
“Ryou, Ryou, no!! No! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!” The spirit of the Tomb Robber cowered and sobbed.
“You think I care? You’ve made my life a living HELL! Look at this!” Ryou bared his arms, revealing them to be covered with scars. “And this!” He tore off his shirt. His chest was subject to numerous cuts, bruises, burns, and scars. Bakura stared, horrified at his light half’s yami-inflicted wounds. “This has all happened because of you! I am in so much pain, every day, because of you! I used to love you! You were my other half! You filled that gaping void in my soul! You made my dream come true a nightmare! I HATE YOU!” Angry, anguished tears spilled down the smaller boy’s albino face. Bakura was positively sobbing by now. Fueled with his intense anger, Ryou ran toward his dark, who just looked on, deserving his light’s hatred and knowing it. Ryou finally reached Bakura, and immediately started raining his diminutive, but forceful fists on the Tomb Robber. Bakura lay there, helpless. Ryou’s tears splashed on the ground, pain, emotionally, physically, and spiritually, being the endless source for them. The scars ran deep. A tear fell onto Bakura’s hand. He gazed at the sparkling crystal on his finger, suddenly oblivious to the damage his body was taking. And still Bakura stared. He stared, and kept staring, until, without warning, he passed out.
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You likey? This is going to be my first…ummm…..chapter fic, and I’m open to suggestions, so you can tell me in a review what you want to be in it and I might put it in the story. So reeeviiieeew.