Angel and Demon, Part 1

Author's Note: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! characters, for if I did, I would be rich.

 This is for all Ryou/Bakura fans out there. Enjoy!

 Blood. It was everywhere.

It coated the walls, the floor, the furniture, and the snowy-white locks of the poor teen that lay within the pool of it, his clothing torn.

 His yami watched him for a moment, twirling the knife in his hands. The weakling disobeyed him, going off with his friends when he was told not to. When he got home, Bakura made sure that his 'aibou' remembers his place next time and stays away from the Pharaoh no baka.

 Yet, at the same time, the remorse was there. It was now combined with guilt, making it much worse and giving him a headache.

 Kicking him one more time, the yami went back to the ring, barely hearing his hikari cough, then sob.

 Ryou didn't know how long he cried, but when he found the strength to get off the floor, it was close to seven. He dragged himself to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes, and starting the shower. While waiting for it to warm up, he took a look at himself in the mirror.

 He was very pale, his skin a milky white. No one would notice this, for his skin was decorated with bruises in all stages of healing, many of them black. The joints on his fingers, toes, and knees were swollen and caked with drying blood, some having open wounds upon them. his hair was now dyed red and laid limp upon his shoulders, sticking to his backside, where more bruises decorated his body. His eyes were dull, listless, and long lost that spark of life within them, like the eyes of a corpse.

 Ryou sighed. He was a pale shadow of himself, one very few notice.

He stepped into the shower and began to wash the blood away, hissing as the soap hit open wounds. As he began to wash his hair, he then noticed something new on his arm. He twisted and turn slowly to see the slash marks his yami made were actually hieroglyphics. He nearly began to cry again as he read what they said:

 "Property of Yami Bakura, no other."

* * * *

 Morning came as always. Ryou groaned as his newest, and oldest, injuries sent pain spiraling throughout his body, almost making him collapse. He grabs the bottle of aspirin on the table and swallowed a few pills as he went to get ready for school.

 After another shower, making sure his hair was white again, he went to the mirror to check his face and neck, making sure no marks were there. He spot one bruise creeping up his neck and he grab some make up to cover it up. He didn't want anyone questioning about it, for not only would that person be sent to the Shadow Realm, but he would receive tenfold of Bakura's 'lessons'.

 Ryou sighed, a tear slipping down his cheek. He loved Bakura, his other half, but the yami only hated him. It seemed natural for light to love and darkness to hate, so the bearer of the Ring believed. This was how he lived his life after finding out his feelings for the white-haired devil: he kept his silence while Bakura beats him.

 The mark was another thing on his mind as he walked out of the house for school:  What did it mean? Did Bakura put it there out of jealousy, or just another means of self-torture? Ryou wanted to believe the first, but the latter won out, for Bakura knew of Ryou's desire of escaping the yami's grasp. This was just another means of stating that there was no escape from the white devil.

 He had tried, so did his friends. Yami Yugi sent him to the Shadow Realm and gave him back his body, but Bakura somehow came back. Tristen threw the Ring into the forest at Duelist Kingdom, but the Ring returned along with the yami. Bakura even lost a Shadow Game to Yami Malik and sent back to the Shadow Realm, but he still came back. No matter what they did, he kept coming back, like a cat, and made his return well-known to Ryou.

 The white-haired teen entered his classroom and, looking at his friends, wished for a yami like Yugi's, like he did everyday.

* * * *

 "Hey Ryou. Would you like to come to the arcade with us?"

"No thanks Yugi. I got alot of homework to do and a test to study for."

 "Okay," the young bearer of the puzzle smiled at him, buying the lie, as he ran to catch up with his friends. Ryou watch them off, feeling more lonely than before.

 He began to head home, not knowing what Bakura had in mind, but vaguely had an idea. He wanted to dream of a life where he was happy:  his dad was always home, he hanged out with his friends and go on adventures, he had a yami that loved him and protected him with his life. There were just that, dreams, dreams that made Ryou fall deeper into his depression.

 As he passed an alleyway, he was grabbed by a large thug, and then pulled deeper into the alleyway, the stranger protruding a knife.

 "Give me all your money kid," the attacker demanded, whose voice was familiar. Very familiar.

 "Bandit Keith?"

"Wait a minute," the said thief took a good look at Ryou, "You're one of those punk's friends, aren't ya? Well, if it isn't my lucky day. Now hand over all you got or else."

 "Or else what," Ryou stated, too caught up in his own depression to even think straight.

 "Or else this," with that, the former Intercontinental Champion slowly unbutton his pants, "What ya don't give me I can always take in 'set payments'."

 He was surprised when the white-haired teen laughed, which was not at all sane.

 "You think you can scare me," Ryou, not knowing what he was feeling, but went with it, snapped, "Let me inform you that I have been through much worse than some petty little rape. I've been through Hell, have seen Hell, hell, I even met the frickin' devil while I was there! And you know what? I'm going to meet him again and he's going to hurt me more so than your stupid rape. Rape wouldn't even affect me!"

 'This kid's nuts,' the blond thought as Ryou giggled madly. Deciding that messing with a nutcase would be a bad idea, he re-buttoned his pants and left, to which Ryou began walking home again laughing.

 However, his laughter turned into sobs as it finally hit him what just happened. He hated acting like that, he wasn't crazy, not at all. He just wanted things to be the way they were, when his dad didn't immerse himself in his work, when he could hang out with friends, when he didn't had Bakura to beat him and forbade him to do anything fun or exciting.

 He sighed, his breath shuddering, as he began crossing the street, never seeing the car coming.

* * * *

 Bakura looked at the time for the fifth time that day. Five o'clock. Where the hell was that weakling?

 He went downstairs to wait for him, looking out the window every now and then, noticing during his nap that there were three messages on the answering machine. With nothing better to do, he looked at it and pressed a button.

 "This is Dr. Mikameru of the Domino Hospital. I'm looking for either Mr. James Bakura or his older brother, Bakura Ligister. If any of you receive this message, please report to the hospital immediately to sign-"

 Bakura hit the button again, thinking it was a courtesy call.

"Ryou, it's dad. Sorry about this, but my plane is delayed for a few days because of roadwork. I'll try to be home as soon as possible and I'll make it up to you. Love you, bye."

 'Wish I had a dad like that,' Bakura thought, remembering his abusive and raping father for a minute before going on to the last message.

 "Ra damn it Tomb Robber," it was Yami, "Didn't you get the phone call from the hospital?! I swear to Ra you're such a fucking bastard it's not even funny!"

 The white-haired demon stopped that last message and dialed Yugi's house.

 "Hello, Game Shop."

"Put the damn Pharaoh on the line," Bakura snarled at the overly innocent hikari. There was a shuffle, then Yami had the phone.

 "What the hell do you want?"

"I wanna know what the fuck I did to get that message before I take it out on your hikari, Pharaoh," the yami growled.

 "You still don't get it, do you," Yami's voice was full of anger, but it was mostly kept under control.

 "What," Bakura shouted, "what the fuck is it?! And where the hell is my aibou?!?!"

 'Wait, did I just call the weakling my aibou,' Bakura suddenly thought, but it was interrupted.

 "You have no right to call him that," Yami snarled, "and when the hospital called your house, it WAS about Ryou!"
 "Just fucking spit it out already before I-"

"Ryou was hit by a car."

 That stopped the threat from leaving Bakura's throat, all traces of anger fleeing and left him in shock. "What," he nearly squeaked.

 "It was a hit and run," Yami's voice was low, but was increasing in volume, "He was dragged for four blocks before someone finally stop the drunk driver. He lost so much blood that my aibou's grandfather had to give the hospital permission TO FUCKING LET THEM TAKE RYOU INTO SURGERY!!!"

 Bakura was too stunned to say anything. The guilt became worse a hundredfold, bringing fear and a menacing voice along with it.

 'It's all your fault. It's all your fault. It's all your fault.'

"Hello," Yami growled, then heard a bang, "Don't be fucking ignoring me Tomb Robber!"

 Said Tomb Robber had fled out of the house.

* * * *

 "Did you see that kid that came in here a few hours ago," one nurse asked her colleagues.

 "Yeah," the second replied, "He was hit by some drunk that didn't stop for four blocks while the poor kid practically cling to the bumper!"

 "I took that kid into emergency surgery," a third piped up, "His back, thighs, calves, and ankles were all devoid of skin! The poor kids was screaming the whole time before the doc gave him morphine."

 "Where is his family," the second asked the first, "I thought they would be here by now."

 "I tried calling the house, but no answer. Some family, I'll tell ya that."

 They then heard heavy breathing and almost fell over in shock at the newcomer. He looked just like the kid they were talking about!

 "Where," he began slowly, taking deep breaths from his long run, "...is....Ryou?"

 "In surgery," one of the nurses replied, "He won't be out for awhile. You will need to sign some papers so the doctors can start his treatment after they are done."

 'This day and age is so inhumane,' the former tomb raider thought as he was handed the forms and went to the waiting room. The forms weren't anything new; he had to fill them out before when Ryou broke his wrist during gym. He used Ryou's mother's last name so people wouldn't get suspicious about him, everyone believing him to be Ryou's older brother. Some older brother he was.

 If you didn't keep beating him and let him be with his friends, then this would've never happen.

 Bakura shot up from his seat, looking around for the source of the voice, but the room was empty. Shaking it off, he went back to the forms.

 Isn't any of this getting through your thick skull?

'Who the fuck is talking to me,' the white-haired fiend thought looking around again.

 Numbskull, I'm in your mind. You won't find me out there, idiot.

'If you're my conscious,' Bakura stated to the voice, 'Then fuck off. I don't have time for you.'

 Oh, but I have time for you, it retorted, Do you really think that by planting me so far into your mind that I would go away? Well, I'm back and here for revenge. What the hell were you thinking abusing Ryou like that? He a human being, not a rag doll!

 'It's my Ra given' right. He's so weak and pathetic.'

Your right my invisible ass. He may lack in physical traits, but he makes it up with his strong spirit, a spirit you have very intention on breaking.

 'He's too weak and trusting,' Bakura shot back, 'He needs to be taught how to be strong.'

 And you're the guy to do that? I bet your father would be very proud of ya for saying that.

 'SHUT UP!'

The truth hurts, don't it. Well, the mother fuckin' rapist would be proud of you for walking in his footsteps, beating on the one you love and making him feel worthless.

 Bakura was silent about that. Did he really, truthfully, love Ryou? Looking at the facts, Bakura had noticed that whenever he hurt Ryou for the last several months, he would feel really guilty about it, like a knife going through his heart, but he always ignored that and retaliated that it was for Ryou's own good. He had to learn how to defend for himself, Ra only knows that Bakura couldn't protect him forever. Then there was the idea of someone touching what is his. Bakura knew for a fact that if anyone stole Ryou's innocence that he would never forgive himself. No one should've gone through what he did.

 That when it hit him. Ryou was going through the same shit he had gone through. There were a few differences, like Bakura carving his mark on Ryou's left arm and that he never touched the young angel like that.

 Wait a minute, angel?

Why didn't you rape him yet, hmmm, the voice snickered, knowing it finally gotten through to the jackass, I'm sure he would make a good lay, crying his eyes out as his innocence is stolen, his virgin blood coating the sheets-

 Bakura nearly screamed as he launched himself, stabbing the pen through the cushion of a harmless chair. Trying to get his anger under control, he looked around, trying to hear the voice, but it was gone.

 Silently, he finished the forms and handed them to the receptionist, just as a doctor came out and called his name.

 "Mr. Ligister?"

"Yes," Bakura nodded.

 "I'm Dr. Mikameru, I called earlier about Ryou's accident, but you and your father weren't home, so called in Mr. Motou for permission to go ahead with the surgery."

 Bakura almost groaned at that. Because James was gone on long trips, Sugoroku had signed the forms that allows him to give the hospital permission to let Ryou have surgery, blood transplants, etc.

 "Our father's out on another trip and I was running some errands," the white-haired yami said calmly, wanting the doctor to get to the point.

 "Okay then," Dr. Mikameru looked at his charts, "Ryou have some extended injuries, such as a broken arm and leg, fractured ribs, and internal bleeding that we caught in time and was given a blood transfusion. The skin upon his backside has been literally scraped off, so we placed a fine sheet of artificial skin to prevent further blood loss and infection. The skin will peel off after his body regrows the skin that was loss along his back, thighs, rear end, calves, and ankles. He will need to be confined to a wheelchair until his leg has healed, if he ever wakes up."

 "What do you mean?"

The doctor looked at Bakura, not really sure how to say it, but took a deep breath and decided to be blunt.

 "Ryou Bakura is in a coma."

TBC

Author's Note: My first Angst! Tell me if you like it or not, but be nice about it. For now, ja ne!