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White Shadows	By : Silvershadowfire Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 1288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Well, people, my muse walked in with the 2X4 labeled �Ryou and Bakura� and slapped me upside the head with it. So here you have a sequel to my one-shot. Hope you like.
Note: Blame it on my sense of equality, but I think that Ryou would have the same ability to use the Ring that Bakura would - he just isn�t as practised. After all, Yugi can use the Puzzle, right?
Disclaimer - No character used in this piece of fiction is mine. I�m just borrowing them for the entertainment of myself and a few other people, for no monetary compensation whatsoever. So please don�t sue - I don�t have anything worth it anyhow. Thank you, Takahashi-sensei. {low bow of gratitude.}
Just for a change of pace, this is in Ryou�s POV.

White Shadows - Chapter 1 - A New Game

Two months later.

I woke to the familiar sound of demented laughter. For a moment I thought itely ely the remnants of a nightmare, until I opened my eyes to find the nightmare had become reality. My yami stood over me, knife in hand, manic laughter bubbling from his throat. I panicked for a moment, thrashing limbs entangling myself in my bedcoverings.

�Hello, landlord.� Bakura grinned. �Have a nice sleep?�

�What the hell are you doing in my room?� I demanded, unwinding the sheets from around myself and rolling from the bed, unconcerned with my nakedness. I had other things on my mind. I reached for the Ring which normally hung around my neck waking and sleeping.

�Looking for this?�

I swore as Bakura pulled the Ring out from under his shirt. Then I gulped as a cold shiver of fear ran down my spine. This was so not good.

�Now we shall see who is in charge, hikari.� His tone made mock of the last word as he lunged for me, knife extended. I dodged, trying to keep the betwbetween us, but I knew that would be a losing proposition. I had to get out of the room - he was faster and stronger than I, so he would catch me eventually. �Hold still, brat.� he hissed at me. �Its about time I teach you your place.�

�No.� I decided to take the last course he would expect, and lunged right at him. He dodged by reflex, holding his weapon up. I hissed as the blade tasted the flesh of my arm, drawing blood. Then I was past him, running for my life. He would have no compunctions about hurting me very badly.

I cursed myself as I ran for dropping my guard, just because he had seemed to have forgotten the f we we had, and had even been nice to me - okay, as nice as he ever got. I should have known better - I did know better. He had a long memory for slights, and a longer one for embarrassment.

I reached the front door and jerked at the locks, cursing and pleading under my breath, listening to the footsteps behind me getting closer and closer.

I had opened the last one when a strong hand grabbed my hair, jerking my head back painfully. Cool steel touched my neck and I froze.

Oh God help me, he�s going to kill me�

�Now, landlord, are you going somewhere?� he murmured in my ear while I fought off panic with all of my will. He jerked my hair again and I gasped, the pain bringing tears to my eyes.

�Well, Ryou?�

I hissed with pain, but I wouldn�t give him the satisfaction either an annswer or of knowing how scared I really was. He smiled and licked the tears now flowing silently down my cheeks.

�Trying to be tough, are we, landlord? Let us see what we can do about that.� He levered me around; the knife at my neck goaded me, drawing slivers of blood if I didn�t move fast enough. My arm had begun to throb as well - warm rivulets trickled from my fingertips. He led us to his bedroom, throwing me to his bed. He knelt to get something out from under it; his first mistake. He took his eyes off me and I ran, not daring to think of what he might do to me.

He caught me at the bedroom door, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around. I went ballistic; hitting, clawing, biting, the terror ofrapprapped animal flowing through me as I attacked.

Then red pain washed through me and I knew nothing more.

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I woke again, this time in pain. My arms, my head - all ached as though the very bones were bruised. A groan escaped me before I could contain it.

When I managed to get my eyes open, I found myself chained to Bakura�s bed, still naked. I had a small range of movement, but not enough to reach off the bed. My legs were free, so I could scooch up until I was sitting on the pillows, which gave me a bit more slack to play with.

The windows were shuttered, but the bit of light through the cracks told mat tat the sun was still up. I had to get out of here - now. I really didn�t want to be here when Bakura got back from wherever he had gone.

Luckily, having spent several years with the �King of Thieves� in my head, I had picked up a few tricks - though I doubt Bakura realized it. He was pretty good at blocking me out, but not perfect. Not that I had ever told him that.

Being delicate was another advantage. I squeezed the bones of my left hand - the smaller one - as tight as they would go and started working it through the handcuff. Blood leaked as I tore the skin against the metal, but I ignored the pain and kept pulling. The blood lubricated my skin, making it slide through the opening a little easier.

The pain was still immense.

When that hand was free, I stopped to gather my will and my breath, trying to block out the pain of the maltreated limb. Then I reached for Bakura�s nightstand. Please, please be in there, I thought as I managed to open the drawer, blood spotting the wood.

Inside where several bits of this and that - not his lock picks, damnit. But he did have another long, pointy objected - his jackknife. I picked it up and managed togle gle the smaller of the blades out, using that to pick the lock of the other handcuff.

As it clicked free, I heard footsteps approaching down the hallway. Leaping as quietly as I could from the bed, I grabbed the first heavy object I could from the dresser - which turned out to be some obscure statue - and hid behind the door.

Not a moment too soon. I held my breath as the door opened, and the footsteps paused. I shoulder-blocked the door, slamming it into him. Bakura turned to look at me in utter shock as I brought the statue down with all my strength. He dropped like a boned fished at my feet.

I gasped for air; now that the immediate danger was past, my hand was really beginning to hurt. But I couldn�t leave him there - I didn�t dare.

I glance over at the bed and nodded to myself. wou would work.

Unlike Bakura, I didn�t make the mistake of underestimating my other self. He was sneaky, underhanded, cunning and clever - I would have to think like that.

So after I dragged his prone form to the bed, I handcuffed him to the headboard as he had me, but I wrapped the chains tighter so he had no slack. I took the Millennium Ring from around his neck and placed it back around mine. Then I went downstairs.

A moment later I came back with the rest of the supplies I would need. A small bit of builder�s putty went into the keyholf thf the handcuffs, and I tied his legs to the footboard so that he lay spreadeagled on the sheets. It wasn�t the most comfortable of positions, but under the circumstances I couldn�t find all that much sympathy for him.

Having hopefully secured him, I tended to my own wounds. Despite the blood and the pain, it was nothing serious - but it hurt to have most of the skin scraped off my hand. I popped a couple of Advil to help me deal with that and went back into the bedroom to check on my �prisoner�.

He must have the constitution of a horse, because he was awake and glaring at me, albeit blearily, when I walked in.

�Well, well. I�m impressed, landlord.� he growled, his tone all too calm. �You managed to turn the tables on me again. You going to make good your threat now?�

No fear; there was not sign of fear in his voice, only resignation overlaid by rage, as though he had merely lost a game. Maybe to him it was all a game, but not to me. I wanted to know why he did this. Why he insisted on treating me like dogshit when all I wanted was to be his partner and friend.

�Maybe.� I answered, caressing the Ring. �You want to give me a good reason why I shouldn�t?�

�No.�

�Then give me a bad reason.� I sat on the edge of the bed.

�Will you get on with it?� he demanded. �Or have you decided to truss me up for another reason? Gonna rape me now?�

�No.�

�Why not? If our positions were reversed, I would. In fact, I was going to.�

I blinked. If he was trying to shock me, it was working. �I don�t float that way, Bakura. The thought of such a thing is repugnant.� He wasn�t that good looking - and even if he was, and I was gay, I would never take someone by force.

�Baka.� His tone surprised me - contempt. �Rape has nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with power. It�s a way to break someone tur wur will - to dominate them.�

�Why?� I asked, honestly confused. �Do you really feel like you have to break and dominate me, yami?�

�Yes.� he hissed. �I will have you begging me to stop, pleading, promising anything if I will only stop.� He smiled, coldly. �Not that I would, of course - that�s part of it. I would only stop when I want to - when I have you utterly helpless under me. And in that moment when your body betrays you and reacts to what I�m doing, �� He didn�t finish the sentence. I shuddered as my imagination filled in the rest. Which is exactly what he wanted, the bastard.

I rose and walked to the bottom of the bed. Idly checking the knots, I played for time as I marshalled my thoughts. �If I did rape you,� I asked carefully, �would you really respond like that? Somehow I can�t see you rolling over for someone because of that.�

�I�m stronger than you, hikari.� I looked up as he spoke, catching his narrow brown eyes with my wider ones; caught the glimpse of fear and self-loathing in the back of his gaze. I suddenly knew that he had been raped, sometime in the far past. Raped and broken, a child with no hope and no life until he gave himself to the darkness�

I turned away, unwilling to look any further into those depths.

�I�m not going to send you to the Shadows, Bakura.� I said at last, still not looking at him.

�Are you going to let me go instead? You know what will happen if you do.�

�Yes, I know - I�m not stupid, my yami.� Now I turned to face him. �No, Bakura. Here is what�s going to happen - you are going to stay right there for a month. Don�t worry, I�ll take good care of you. And after that time, I will let you go and you can do what you want to me.� I felt the Ring flare with power and smiled to myself.

Let the Shadow Game begin.
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