Author’s Notes:  I would personally like to thank on bended knee my first two reviewers ever!!! YIPPEE!  You guys are so great!

 

Psychoangel: I know.  Poor Ryou 

Leilani: Thank you so much for your review!  I didn’t even have the story posted for five minutes before I got your review.  I also left you feedback on your poems.  They were very good.

 

O.K. Here’s Ryou to give you the lowdown:

Ryou: Bakurasgirl doesn’t own Yugioh, millions of dollars, or anything of value. 

 

Warnings: This is why this story is rated pg-13.  There’s a little more violence in this chappie, but this is the last of the ‘poor ryou’ chapters.  The rest will be poor Bakura chapters.  –evil grin-

 

Bakura’s Dream

 

            Bakura slammed the door to his rom beside Ryou’s.  “Damned weakling,” he snorted as he jumped into bed.  “lousy stinkin’ service around here!” he yelled.  Bakura laid on his right side and winced.  “Great!  Now I hurt myself teaching that little creature not to question me.”  Bakura turned onto his back and crossed his wrists on his chest and fell asleep.

 

~~~~~~~~Dream Sequence~~~~~~~

            Bakura was standing in a dark, dim, and cold stable.  “What the-?  Where’s the light?”

Suddenly a candle was lit and he saw a small boy huddled in a corner.  His clothes were torn and his hair disheveled.  He stepped over to the boy and almost felt a lump in his throat.  A memory…. “Boy, look at me.”  The boy shivered and refused to look up.  “look up at me!  Don’t make me repeat myself!”  Bakura grabbed the child’s wrist as he cried out.  The tattoo!  The child’s wrist was tattooed with an ankh.  “This-this can’t be!  Bakura, look up at me!”  The child raised his head to him.  A black and yellow bruise covered his cheek.

“Bakura!”  A man ran into the room with another candle.  The boy trembled.  Bakura’s fists clenched.  The man, dressed in white robes and gold jewelery loomed over the cringing child.  “Why are you here, runt?  You have chores to do!”  The man grabbed the boy’s collar and dragged him out of the stable.

Bakura chased the man.  “Stop!  Drop that child!  Please!”

“They can’t hear you, Bakura!”  a feminine voice yelled behind him.  He turned and faced the woman.  “That creep deserves what he gets!”

“So what about Ryou?”

“My hikari? He’s weak!  He also deserves what he gets.”

“Really?  Let’s see.”

They found themselves in Ryou’s bedroom.  Ryou was sleeping with a smile on his face.

“He-He’s smiling.  I never see him smile.”

“I wonder why.  His dreams are his only refuge from you.  Behold.”

Bakura walked in and grabbed Ryou’s hair roughly.

“Yami! Ow!”

“I’m hungry!”

“When are you going to wake up, lazy ass?”

“Sorry, yami.”  Bakura released him and crossed his arms.  Ryou slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom, but Yami grabbed him again.

“You’ll never be done at this rate!  Let me help you get started.”  Bakura yanked him into the bathroom and yanked off his shirt leaving him only in boxers.  Bakura turned on the shower and threw Ryou into the freezing water.  Ryou screamed as the water’s grip stung him.  Bakura splashed his hikari as Ryou began to shiver.

“Y-Yami, I c-c-c-an wash my-self!”

Bakura threw him the soap and a cloth.  Ryou washed quickly  before Bakura yanked him out of the cold water.  Ryou stood shivering, his legs feeling weak.  Bakura threw him a towel.

“Do you see him?” the woman asked with pity.  Ryou’s lips were turning blue.

“He could have been late for school.  He has to pull his weight around this place.

“What about you?  If it weren’t for him, you couldn’t be free of the millennium ring.  What if Ryou catches pneumonia?”

“Then he’ll have to move quicker if he doesn’t want to be sick.”

“How can he if he can’t breathe?”

“I’ve had enough of this!”  Bakura stomped downstairs when he heard a noise in the kitchen and himself yelling at Ryou after dinner.  He roamed casually into the kitchen.

“Y-Yami, I’m sorr-oof!”

“You can’t even cook!  You are telling me you can’t even do a woman’s job (don’t forget he’s from ancient Egypt)?”

“My stomach hurts!”

“You are pathetic!”  Another kick and Bakura’s double left the room. 

“It was an honest mistake, Bakura.”  Ryou limped to the kitchen table with his homework laid out and Bakura’s laundry in the washer.  Ryou had been crying and the red marks on his cheeks were testaments  to scalding with hot liquids. “He didn’t deserve the pot of hot water at his face.”  Ryou looked at the trashcan and hid his face in his hands.  “look how hungry he is and you ruined his dinner!”

“He cooked it!  It was ruined before I even got there!  If he didn’t burn dinner, he wouldn’t be in pain.”

“What did your master feed you when you were a slave in Egypt?”

Bakura suddenly got a bad taste in his mouth as he remembered the only food he was given.  “I got the scraps.  I would have given my right arm for food that wasn’t bone or gristle.  That’s why I was so thin and weak.”

“How do you think Ryou felt?  He goes to school, cooks for you, cleans for you, and you deprive him of what he needs to survive?”

“And what does he need?”

“Love. Compassion.  He won’t survive much longer without a little consideration.”  Bakura rubbed his thumb and index finger together.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing the world’s smallest violin.  When I’m done with him, I’ll find another host to wear the ring.”

“Are you sure you’ll find someone who will take your abuse quietly?”

Bakura looked at Ryou still crying over his world history report.  “I can’t stand cry-babies.”

The woman proceeded to Ryou and put her hand on his soft, snow-white hair.  “You have to learn a lesson, Yami Bakura.  But how to teach it to you.”

“I don’t learn lessons, I teach them,” he said rubbing his fists together and his teeth grinding.

“Yami Bakura, I am going to teach you how to care for another person’s well being, how to show compassion and even respect.”

A bright light appeared blinding him for a second.  Ryou was gone when he opened his eyes.  Bakura looked around.  “Where is he?  Where’s Ryou?”

The woman snickered.  “I didn’t think you cared about him.  Why are you so concerned now?”

“He is my property!  That’s why!”

“Ryou is under my spell now.”

“Spell?”

“This spell will only be removed when you learn to care for him, to feel compassion.  Only when you learn this lesson will Ryou be restored to you good as new.”

“Where is he?”

“If you harm him, you will cease to exist.  I will personally destroy that Millenium Ring and you with it.”

“You’re bluffing!”  The woman raised her open hand and clenched it into a fist.  With a quick motion, Bakura collapsed onto the kitchen tiles holding his chest.  He could feel his energy being ripped out from him.  Bakura screamed loudly.  “You hurt him and you will pay the price with your life.”

“Where is Ryou?”

Bakura woke up to a loud cry from Ryou’s room.  Bakura ran in and found…….

 

 

What ?  What do you think he finds?    I won’t give it away-all I will say, though, is that Yami Bakura should never attempt going near anything electrical.    He He He….