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Some Kind of Monster	By : KimyouTeki Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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KimyouTeki: Hello! Thanks for clicking on this story, I hope you'll enjoy it. This is the first chapter of an ongoing story. I've got seven chapters written already; if I get good reviews, I'll post the rest. So please let me know what you think!
For this story, I coin a new story code-- BU {Bizarro Universe}.
Summary: 1. The truth about Ryou Bakura. 2. The truth about Jouno Wheeler. It started simply enough. One day Ryou snapped at Bakura, surprising them both. The next day, he slapped Bakura's face. From that point, the abuse escalated quickly...
Genres: Drama, Angst
Pairings: Bakura x Ryou; Jouno x Kaiba, possible Ryou x Jouno.
Guest Stars: None
Original Characters: Dr. Paoma Wong
WARNINGS: YAOI, ABUSE, ANGST, SELF-MUTILATION, HUMILIATION, MADNESS, OOC, REFERENCES TO HARMING CHILDREN GRAVELY. PROBABLE CHARACTER DEATH, SHOTA, AND NC/RAPE. AVOID THIS IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH.
Some Kind of Monster is the name of a documentary about the band Metallica. Each chapter is named after one of their songs.

Hey (hey) I'm your light, I'm the one that takes you there
Hey (hey) I'm your light, I'm the one who cares
They (they) They betray, I'm your only true friend now
They (they) They'll betray, I'm forever there

Chapter One
Sad but True

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It was Wednesday, the first of June-- too hot and bright for Ryou's liking. Home from school, he hurried in, closing the door quickly to shut out the heat and preserve the air conditioning. He winced as the door slammed shut behind him.
He dropped his backpack in the nearest corner, and called out, "Where are you, Bakura?"
After a few seconds, Ryou saw him-- he came from the living room, head lowered, stepping lightly. Bakura greeted his hikari softly. "Welcome back home."
"Yes, thank you. It's good to be home." He walked to the kitchen, and Bakura followed. "School is downright intolerable these days." He began to make dinner.
Bakura kept his distance. "I drew your bath."
"Thank you. I'll just set this stew to cook, first." He began chopping vegetables.
Bakura watched his hikari work with dexterity, taking in the sight. He fought back the desire to walk over and embrace the one he loved.
"Did anyone call today?"
"Yes."
"Who was it?"
"I don't know. I didn't answer."
Ryou snapped the knife down on the cutting board and cast his yami a stern glare. "Why not?"
Bakura tried to keep his expression casual. "I still don't know how to work it. It has too many buttons..."
Growling, Ryou walked to the phone on the opposite wall, wiping his hands on his apron. Bakura heard him mutter, "How stupid can you be..."
Picking it up, he listened, then punched in a few numbers and listened to the messages. Bakura ambled over and stood next to him, watching his face.

Ryou had distaste etched upon his face as he listened to the first one. Bakura thought it must be Ryou's ex. Ryou deleted the message, and the next one made him smile. He took a moment to whisper, "It's my father."
Bakura was glad Ryou had a reason to smile again. Ryou had been horribly unhappy for months now.
After a few seconds, the smile vanished and anger took its place. Ryou lowered his head, the receiver in his hand still playing the message.
"I'll make it up to you, I promise..." Then a click and silence.
Bakura couldn't see Ryou's eyes.
After some time, Ryou said, "He's not coming."
As Bakura tried to think up some words of comfort, Ryou's slack form sprang to life. He slammed the receiver into its cradle, then brought it back and smashed it against the plastic base over and over. He stopped, catching his breath.
He took notice of Bakura, who couldn't stop staring at him.
"What? What is it?" Without a thought, he swung and struck Bakura in the arm with the receiver.
Bakura cried out and grabbed at his arm, intending to massage the pain away. Ryou didn't give him the chance. He swung again, hitting him repeatedly in the face and about the head, letting out cries of frustration as Bakura stood there and took it.
It had started simply enough.
Ryou had left town. He'd been gone for weeks, and Bakura had had no idea where he was. Then Ryou had come back, simply waltzing in as if he was back from the corner store. He was different-- not that Yugi and those other blind idiots could tell. Ryou still wore his mask of friendliness around everyone except Bakura. Bakura preferred Ryou's honesty.
One day Ryou had snapped at him, surprising them both. The next day, he had slapped Bakura's face. It had escalated from there on.
The hard plastic connected with Bakura's temple. The world spun, and Bakura's knees weakened. He dropped to his knees, then fell on his ass, blinking up at Ryou.
Seeing his yami with blood trickling down his face snapped Ryou out of his anger.
"Oh. Bakura." He helped Bakura slowly get to his feet. "Are you alright? I'm sorry."
Bakura couldn't stand on his own. He had to cling to Ryou.
Ryou looked at the wound, wiping the blood away with his thumb, then absentmindedly sucking his thumb clean.
"I'm so sorry. Come, let me clean it." He led Bakura to the bathroom.
Once there, he sat Bakura on one of the bathstools. Bakura watched Ryou gather bandages, cottonballs, and disinfectant. They were both growing accustomed to this routine.
Bakura fought the desire to smile.
He didn't mind the abuse-- in fact, he welcomed it-- because afterwards, Ryou got apologetic and doted on him. He found that Ryou felt guiltiest if he simply kept his mouth shut and acted stoic. Ryou knelt before his yami and dabbed the wound with a cottonball. Bakura twitched at the coldness.
Ryou's brow creased further. "Oh. Sorry." He dabbed more gently. "I'm so sorry, BakuChan..."
Bakura was torn at the moment. On one hand, Ryou's face was close to his, so he wanted to keep his eyes open and gaze at his light's beautiful face. On the other hand, Ryou had to get between Bakura's legs to treat his injury, so he wanted to close his eyes and revel in their intimate position. As a result, Bakura's eyelids fluttered. To Ryou, it looked as if he might faint.
Once Ryou had put a bandage on Bakura's temple, he helped his yami get to their bedroom. He helped Bakura change, then tucked him into the king-sized bed they shared.
"Get some rest. I'll bring you dinner in a while."
Bakura didn't realize he was smiling as he cozied into the big soft bed, all the while gazing up at his love.
Ryou returned the smile. "I'm so glad you're okay. See you soon." He left, closing the door gently.
Bakura snuggled deeper into the comforter, only his face exposed to the air conditioning. He felt very cozy and happy indeed. He closed his eyes, remembering Ryou's every touch.
Mmm... I love it when he touches me... My precious light...
The abuse was escalating fast. This was the first time Ryou used something other than his hand to hit Bakura.
That's fine with me. You only think you're hurting me. The truth, Dear Light, is that I could snap you in two if I so wished. If letting you think you're in charge makes you feel better, so be it.
Bakura shook with a brief chuckle. "Dance for me, Puppet."

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