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– I don’t own Yu-gi-oh or the song Bother by Corey Taylor

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Genre:
Romance/angst/humour

Notes:
When there is a mental link say between Ryou and Bakura or Yugi and Yami, yeah
they in it to / / hikari to yamistyle="mso-spacerun: yes"> //
// yami to hikari got it? Good. I am not promoting alcohol its bad very
bad, oh what the hell no one ever listens to me anyway.

< sty style='font-family:Arial'>Love
is bitter sweet!

Chapter
One – Why don’t you leave?

If you walked down a certain
street that seemed perfectly normal the first thing you would notice is, that
the street in question was unusually quiet. No sound could be heard even the
birds were silent as if afraid to utter a single throaty, note. Until you passed
by a certain house and from within loud shouts and curses float down to your
ears, then a yelp of pain and fear as someone got hit. This house is the home
of Ryou and his yami Bakura.

“Shut
the fuck up”, shouted Bakura as his hikari cringed in a corner. “You are
pathetic you make sick, Ra quit crying or do want another beating”?

“Please
yami I’m sorry I won’t do it again”, Ryou tried to huddle away his brown eyes
filled with fear. “I promise please don’t hurt me”.

“Get
this fucking mess tidied up or suffer later”, the yami spat before stomping
off.<
<

I wish I was too dead to cry

My
self infliction fades

Stones
to throw at my creator

Masticates
to which I cater

You
don’t need to bother

n stn style='font-family:Arial'>I
don’t need to be

I
keep slipping further

When
I’m done

I
won’t let go it til it bleeds

Ryou
stayed in the corner sniffing back more tears as he strained to listen, for the
movements of his yami downstairs. Just a little longer to make sure he won’t
come back up, the front door slammed shut and Ryou sighed with relief. The
white-haired teen set about clearing up the broken glass and other objects that
Bakura had thrown at him.

“Why
does he do this to me? I haven’t done anything wrong”! He thought bitterly to
himself. “Yami hits me I cry, he torments and tortures me because I’m weak in
his eyes. Does yami enjoy it?”

Hobbling
down the stairs was a little hard his ankle had got twisted slightly trying to
escape Bakura, he groaned as it twinges painfully with each step. Ryou shuffled
to the kitchen and a moan escapes him as sees the smashed plates on the floor,
Bakura did it before chasing the light to his room the spirit said Ryou wasn’t
doing the washing up fast enough. The hikari snapped back that he was doing it
as fast as he could, bad idea back chatting sets Bakura off on one of his
little “I’m the boss you’re my slave” trips. Opening a cupboard Ryou spied a
dustpan and brush sighing he knelt on the floor to sweep up the broken plates,
stng ung up a flash of a shiny object on a side counter catches Ryou’s eye he
turns to see it’s a sharp looking kitchen knife. Trembling he reaches for it
clenching it in his pale hand.

“All
I need to do is cut deep enough and I can escape this living hell”, Ryou grimly
thought. “Just slash open those veins and I die”. The knife fell from his hand
clattering to the floor as a fresh wave of sobs racked him, he slid down the
counter and curls in to a foetal position crying hot tears. “I can’t do it”, he
wailed. “I don’t have the guts to end it”. Little does he realize it takes more
courage not to do it and keep on living to face your fears.

I wish I was too dead to care

If
indeed I cared at all

Never
had a voice to protest

So
you fed me shit to digest

Bakura was pissed off as he
moodily walked the streets of Domino City wearing a long, faded trench coat.
“How dare that little prick back chat to me, I taught him to hold his tongue”,
the dark growled grumpily to himself. “Perhaps I should cut out his tongue, and
keep it pickled in a jar”, Bakura chuckled dryly. “OW”. He glared up from the
pavement to find he had bumped in to Mai Valentine. “Watch where you’re going
fucking whore”, came a snarled insult.

Mai
seemed to be indifferent to the tomb robber she answered back, “I think you’re
the one who should watch where their going. You bashed in to me”.

“Listen
hear I am not my worthless excuse for a hikari”, he hissed dangerously. “If you
aren’t careful I’ll slit your throat the next time I see you”.

She
took a step back, “Geez, fine keep your wig on”. Mai watches Bakura walked on grunting
with satisfaction at her reaction. She ponders, “Ryou must’ve been beaten again
I think I’ll go roand and check if he’s alright”.

I wish I had a reason

My
thoughts were open season (Note - or flaws not exactly sure)

For
this I gave up trying

One
good turn deserves my dying

Knocking on the door. Ryou
trembled as he slowly opened the door screwing up his eyes foe exe expected
blow, when it didn’t come he cautiously opened them and saw Mai smiling at him.

She merely kept smiling sweetly,
“Ryou I came round to see if you were ok”.

Dumbstruck he stood there with a
blank look. How long had it been since someone asked him if he was ok? Bursting
in to fresh tears Ryou flung his arms around Mai and clung to her, she shook
her head sadly trying to de-tangle herself from the crying teen. Holding his
hand she stepped through the door and strode to the living room sitting on a
sofa, Ryou followed behind her using a spare hand to wipe away his tears. Mai
is one of those people who can go in a house once and remember the exact layout
of the place, she had been here once so she knew where she was going. Sitting
on the sofa Mai watched Ryou who still whimpered a little before he laid down
on the sofa resting his head in Mai’s lap, he faced away from her staring at a
wall. Mai smiled with concern stroking the snow-e hae hair to comfort the light
who sobbed on her.

You
don’t need to bother

I
don’t need to be

I
keep slipping further

When
I’m done

I
won’t let go it til it bleeds

One of Ryou’s sleeves had rolled
up a little, Mai noticed gashes along the pale flesh she touched his arm and
Ryou flinched.

“Did Bakura do these to you”? She
asked.

Ryou shook his head, “No I did
them only on my arms, Bakura did the rest”.

Mai’s voice fills with worry, ”Why
Ryou? Why havu dou done this to yourself”?

I wish I’d died

Instead of lived

The zombie hides my face

Shell forgotten with its
memories

I was left with cryptic
entries

“Because I’m worthless and weak,
so I harm myself hoping the pain will go away. But it doesn’t Bakura just deals
out more, I wish I never been born then I wouldn’t have to suffer”, Ryou
practically wailed the last words.

Mai soothes, “Hush Ryou I’m going
to make a call if they agree to my proposal I want you to pack, you can leave
here and be safe from Bakura”. She eased herself from under Ryou’s head and
headed to the phone.

The light tried to grab her as
she left fear of abandonment etching his angelic features, “Don’t leave me”.

“I’ll be back shortly promise,
I’m only in the next room”.

You
don’t need to bother

I
don’t need to be

I
keep slipping further

When
I’m done

I
won’t let go it til it bleeds

Walking in to his favourite bar
the dark got only a few stares of disdain from the pub-goers, he noticed they
weren’t regulars here otherwise they would know better. A boy with platinum
blonde hair and lavender eyes sat on a stool at the bar, it also happened to be
right next to his favourite stool. Bakura frowned as he recognized the boy to
be Malik Ishtar, one time ally and lost friend. Malik motioned for the tomb
robber to set next to him, he obliged with a annoyed grunt.

“Usual is it sir”? Asked the all
too happy bar tender. Bakura nodded.

“So”, Malik began. “What are you
doing here Bakura”?

“I could ask the same of you Malik”,
the other groused back. “I come here all the fucking time and this is the only
time I seen you in here. Come to think of it I hadn’t seen you since our defeat
in Battle City”.

Malik stared at his drink a large
rum and coke, he idly swirled it around watching the miniature whirlpool in the
glass, “I wanted to try somewhere different for a change, and if Isis finds out
I’d been drinking under-age again she’ll go berserk”.

Bakura chuckled, “I suppose you
used a fake Id card”. The blonde Egyptian nods. “Baka I hope you don’t get
caught”.

“You don’t mean that, you’d love
it if I got arrested. Something else for you to laugh at”!

A pint of Fosters was passed to
the spirit and he smirked thinking about the arms of blissful intoxication,
both teens sat in silence for a while neither saying anything to the other.
Until Malik re-found his voice.

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Lavender eyes sparkled as he
spoke, “Do you remember the day we met? You took my knife and stabbed your arm
with it”.

He got an odd kind of grunt in
reply Bakura had just finished his second pint and wasn’t really keeping a
check on his tongue, “Yeah I had to make an impression somehow to seal our
deal, it just so happened I was in Ryou’s body and made the impression on him”.

“Well you made an impression on
me certainly”, came a slight slurred response.

Bakura drapes an arm round
Malik’s shoulders, “From the very first moment I laid eyes you I thought Ra
he’s sexy with a bad attitude, a motor-bike and not forgetting you got that
midriff thing going on”.

Malik gives the dark a look of
shock, “Bakura you’re more pissed than me, perhaps you should go home”.

“Don’t tell me what to fucking
do, I am Bakura I do what I want”, he snarled. The blonde flinched at the
sudden outburst of anger, he looked fearfully at his drunken friend.

/Yami I’m leaving you/ came
Ryou’s nervous voice through the link.

//What do you mean you’re fucking
leaving? You’re not going anywhere// a slurred growl rushed over their bond.

/I’m leaving and its final/ the hikari
replied with more courage /When you get home I’ll be gone and don’t try to find
me either, I never want to speak to you again/

He began to sober damn that
bastard to the shadow realm and back// Who put you up to this? There’s no way
in everything that is evil in the shadow realm you’d be brave enough to do this
by yourself//

Bakura sensed Ryou shrug and the
light sighed/Goodbye yami/ a mental block flung up after the last word.

You
don’t need to bother

I
don’t need to be

I
keep slipping further

I’
I’m done

I
won’t let go of deceit (note – no idea there at all to proper lyrics)

“FUCK”, he yelled in his fury.
“How dare he! That little bastard can’t just leave me, ungrateful son of a
bitch”. Grabbing a third pint Bakura downed it, wiped his mouth and proceeded
to stagger out the bar.

Laughing in a drunken state at
the robber leaving Malik mused, “Ryou left Bakura? Hmm Bakura does look hot
even when he’s drunk” Out loud, “Oh shit I think I’m gonna blow” His hand flew
to his m try trying to force some control over his own involuntary actions. He
only had at least 3 rum and cokes, but Malik is a light-weight same as the yami
who just left.

“Go ahead you do that in here and
I’ll ban you for life”. The bartender points to the door. “OUT”

Staggering outside he exploded in
to the gutter kneeling on the pavement as he retched violently. “FUCKING TOMB
ROBBER”!! Loud was Malik’s cursing.

To be Continued…..