Chapter three; Any Questions?

                I woke up drowsy and in pain. I must of still had some nitrous oxide in me. I felt slightly nauseous and my head was pounding. I know I slept for hours on end, But I felt like I didn’t even gain an ounce. I turned my head over and looked around the room. Sunlight flooded in and slammed into my eyes, Making my head pound more than before. I groaned and set it back down, Closing my eyes.

“Morning sleepyhead.” I heard and raised my head again to figure out where it came from. It was a gentle voice though; Soothing. Something I hadn’t heard in a while. “Over here.” I heard again. I tried to sit up but cringed, Sliding back onto the pillow. “Don’t. Don’t.” I heard footsteps and a slight touch on my shoulder. I blinked and looked up at where the hand came from.

“Bakura?”

“Yes. You need to rest.”

“But-“ I started.

“It’s only six thirty five. Get some rest. You can’t do anything until the doctor says so anyways.” He sounded concerned yet strict. All I did was nod and laid back down and closed my eyes.

 

                A month had passed and I sat at home alone. My bandages were off my chest for a week or two now and Bakura and I had seemed to be better than ever. My smacked me around a little bit, But nothing as serious as he normally does. The house was quiet and since Bakura went out with his friends, It was quieter than normal. I read my book yet tapped my fingers on the arm of my chair. I couldn’t concentrate for more than a few minutes. I kept looking up at the door and down at my book. I sighed and closed it, Setting it down. After a few seconds, I picked it back up. He hadn’t come home yet. It was after four in the morning and he said he’d be back around two. I bit my lip. Then, The phone rang. I flew out of the chair, Tripping and dropping my book. I stood and groped the phone.

 

                “Hello?!” I stumbled.

“Hello. Is this Ryou?” the voice asked. I knew that voice a little too well.

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“We have Bakura in custody and we need you to come pick him up.”

“Alright.” I sighed and beat my forehead with my fists. “I’ll be there soon.” He hung up the phone as I did. “Damnit, Bakura…” I didn’t usually cuss, But this was the fifth time in the past three months. I opened the closet door and put on all of my winter outer wear and headed out the door. I was hit in the face by a blast of cold air. I shivered as I trudged down the street.

 

                It took me over an hour to get to the police station, But when I walked in the warmth greeted me with a sweet kiss on the cheek. I shut the door behind me, Hearing telephones off and on.

“Hi Ryou. Come with me.” A police officer, Officer Wesley, Showed me to the criminal. “BAKURA!” he banged on the cage. “Wake up! Ryou’s here to pick you up.”
“Mmmfff.” He mumbled in reply.

“What did you do, Bakura?” I asked, Looking down at him for once.

“I got into a bar fight.” I could barely make it out. “He pissed me off.”

“Babe… Why do you always have to reap havoc upon everything?”

“I don’t.” he growled.

“That’s not what the police reports say… Come on…” I sighed and uncrossed my arms. “We need to get you home.”

“H-How did you get here?” he blinked.

“I walked.”

“No… We’re driving home. Go get my car from the bar.” He handed me his keys.
“Bakura… It’s fifteen minutes out of the way an-“
“Ro… Do it…” he threatened. I nodded and fled out of the room and out the door.

 

                It took me a bit more than fifteen minutes to get there, But when I did the furnace automatically went on. I didn’t drive much although I had my license. Bakura didn’t allow it. I picked Bakura up and drove to our house in silence. It was eerie calm and I didn’t know if I agreed with it or not. By the time we got home he had passed out again. I parked the car and drug him to his bed to let him sleep until morning. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I rubbed my face and sighed. I needed that breath of air. I realized it was almost seven in the morning so I skidded my feet into my room, Shut the door and laid on my bed. I didn’t sleep for long, However. Thoughts kept rushing through my head and I didn’t know what to do next. I looked out the window and watching the sun start to climbs up upon the horizon. It was beautiful with all of its colours.

 

                I finally fell asleep for a few hours and woke up around one in the afternoon. I stood and looked around. No sign of Bakura. It was odd that he had let me sleep in so late. Was it going to be a quiet night tonight? I rubbed my eyes and trotted down the stairs. The tv was on a low volume and the wind was blowing outside, Picking up snow and blustering it in front of our glass.

“Morning.” I heard some over from my left. I looked over to see Bakura lounging on the couch, Watching tv.

“Morning, Kura.” I said, Walking past him and into the kitchen. He growled slightly. He hated the name. But if he can call me Ro then it’s only fair. I ran my finger through my hair and looked around. Nothing interested me in the least. I walked back into the living room and sat down in my chair with my book. I started to read and became involved. Oh, How I loved to read. When I looks back at the clock, It was almost six and it was quiet. Bakura still laid across the couch but there was no tv on or anything.

 

                We sat in the living room in silence. It was peaceful besides for the blowing wind and snow outside. It taunted me. It was rare. Few times did such a thing happen. The lights were dim and I shook my leg as I read. I couldn’t pay attention for long. My mind started to waver from one thought to another. I looked over at Bakura, Half asleep on the couch. I opened my mouth and bit my lip before I let my thought out. My gaze was pulled to the window.

“Hey Ro…” he stated, Half in question. I jumped slightly. We hadn’t talked for hours. Just sat in the dim light in silence. I with my book; He with the couch, Thoughts in his mind.

“Yes?” I questioned, Slightly afraid of what’d he say.

“I have a question.” He didn’t change positions.

“Go on.” I stared at the floor.

“Why…” he thought. “Why do you never fight back?”

“What?” I asked perplexed.

“You heard me. Why don’t you fight back? Ever?” he lifted his head and looked at me. He sat up slightly. I was set back by the question. He had never asked me such a thing. I thought about it none the less. He’d want an answer.

 

                “You’d like it too much. You always do. I can see it in your eyes. The way you fight. You’re like an animal.” I stated plainly and kept staring at the same spot on the floor. A drop of blood that was stained into the hardwood. Was that a sign of things to come?

“That’s not why.” He smirked to himself and reclined on the chair. He was absolutely right. That’s not why. It was part of it, But it wasn’t solid truth.

“It’s not completely true. What I said was only half of the truth. Why should I fight? No one’s ever fought for me and my peace of mind. Even when I lost my family… Before you… Why should I care?”

“What do I mean to you then? How do you see me?” he looked at me again. I just kept staring, Thoughts rushing through my head, Making my face hot.

“My punishment. Why would they be taken away from me if I had done something right? If I was worth anything, They’d still be here for me… But they’re not. Nobody is. Nobody’s ever fought for me… So why should I fight for myself?”

“That’s a horrible way to look at life. How can two people be so similar, Yet turn out so differently?” he asked, Looking around the room.

“Well… You ARE incarnated from something evil. Aren’t you?” I let out before I bit my tounge.

“Is that how you think of me?” he asked of me. He laughed a deep sinister laugh, Amused with the statement. “I guess I am, Aren’t I?”

 

“You know.” I started, Looking slowly up at him. “You need to let go sooner or later. You need to move on…” I excepted to get a slam in the face for the comment. Truth or not. Yet he just lay still. Nothing moved and all was silent for a moment.

“You’re one to talk.” He smirked.

“I never said I could let go or not. I said what I said for a reason.” I gulped as he finally shifted towards me. I felt his breath fly across my neck and ears/ I looked back at him this time. He was laying on his side, A slight glare on his face.

“Do you ever wish I was here for something else instead of to destroy you’re being?” he asked, Looking me up and down, Waiting for an answer. I thought about it, Chewing the inside of my lip.

“No.” I replied.

“Why is that?”

“What’s up with all the questions tonight, Kura?”

“You want me to beat you to a pulp then?” I shrugged to myself, Keeping my mouth shut. A gentle smirk glanced across his face as he continued to stare at me. I swallowed hard and stared at the ground again. “Do you ever wish, Ro…”  he reached towards me. I stiffened up and swallowed hard again, Almost choking on it. I was scared. My heart started racing and my thoughts flew my head like a train about to crash into a car. I tried not to show fear on the outside. Apparently it showed. He could smell the fear. Always. He kept reaching and finally gently played with a piece of my hair. He tugged on it a smidge and then ran his fingertips across my neck. “Do you ever wish you were meant to be loved by me?”

 

                I closed my eyes. I was afraid of anything else he was going to say or do. Then, I felt a tug at my heart. It couldn’t be. The feelings needed to go away. Now. I felt his gentle caresses and took in a sharp breath. I was wrong before. This is the worst thing he could do to me. Worse than all the beatings and blood. He was tricking my heart, My body, My mind. This wasn’t real though. His love was false, But mine for him was not. And I wanted him so bad. But he was joking. Enticing my senses and my feelings.

“There’s no love in the world for you…” I stated, Swallowing. I knew it was a lie. I loved him more than anything. But I also knew the truth from him as well. He kept going, Breaking my heart as he did. Oh, How I wanted him. His body. His soul. I wanted him to llove me. I close my eyes, trying not to let the tears flow.

“Is that because no one’s ever loved you?” he turned my chin towards him so he could look at me. I kept my eyes closed. “Or is because you have never loved yourself?” I held back the tears, Letting just an accidental tear fall.

 

                “I hate you, Bakura. You and your black heart and sick jokes…”

“No. No. You’re just finding out how close we really are. How alike our souls are.” I opened my eyes and looked at him, Biting the inside of my lip to keep the cries in. To keep in the screams and complaints.

“What do you mean?” I gripped my chair slightly. He continued to trace my neck, Telling a story as he did. I tried to keep it all in but started to slip. I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me.

“Do you want me, Ro?” he asked at me, Unbuttoning his shirt at the top. Four buttons were left to be opened. My heart beat rapidly as he did. “Do you want to know what love is?” A slight smirk came on his face so fast it was barely noticeable. My wall was failing me, My emotions flooding my heart and soul. This is just what he wanted. But I wanted was him. I nodded. Whether he was telling the truth or not, I wanted what he had to offer. Or did I?

 

                I slid to the edge of my chair and placed my hand towards him so I could touch his chest. A horrible pain shot up my wrist and through my arm and I found myself on the floor. Trapped again. He slammed his foot on my chest, Still twisting my wrist. I grimaced and kept biting my lip as to not scream.

“I’ve been SHOWING you love, My hikari! Everyday!” he kicked me in my neck, Creating a second bruise. “Love is HATE!” I didn’t know whether to believe him or not. That couldn’t be true. But I’d rather take the real pain then the fake love. “Hate is LOVE!” I let out a whimper and covered my face when he let go. He slashed at my stomach with his nails. The confusion that had washed over me left in an instant.

 

                When it finally ended, I laid on the ground, Trying to catch my breath again. It was rugged, But nothing I couldn’t handle. Bakura stood straight, Looking down at me and then laid back on the couch. Same position as before. Everything went silent again except the sound of the wind outside. I thought to move but didn’t tempt it. I wasn’t going to anger any wounds. I started to watch the blood that fell out earlier as I tried to calm down. Then, I heard Bakura draw in a breath and felt his eyes upon my face.

“Hey Ro…” he sat and thought for a moment. “I have a question.” The torture would never end, Would it? This was my fate and I knew it.

Author's Note

I DO NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Enjoy though:)