- Ryou was tearing but no sounds came out of his completely shut mouth. His yami was giving him another beating. He was lucky if his face was slapped. He was scarred in any other place. Ryou had never known why he had been beaten, even now that he is 16 he still doesn't know. When he tries to make useless attempts to stand up for himself, his beatings worsen. So he doesn't make any noises whatsoever. When his yami leaves him in the room to bleed, he crawls to his room, too scared to even cry, and tries to fall asleep. That night, he crawled up into a ball, wincing from the cuts and marks his yami left Ryou. His whole body shivering. He shut his eyes tightly, dug his face in his pillow and screamed. His breathing grew fast and deep, tears leaving his eyes as well as blood leaving his wounds. Ryou knew he was in for another one tommorow. He layed awake on his bed for nearly the whole night, tormented if he would come into his room. His vision started to grow black as he lowered his eyelids. N-no Ryou... S-stay up... He thought, finally shutting his eyes. He regained his vision and sat up on his bed. N-nooo... He cried softly. I don't think I can take another beating... He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was pale as usual and his arms were red and openned again. Ryou rubbed his arm softly, it stung and he winced. He slowly removed his bloodstained shirt and started to put on his uniform. He left two buttons unbuttoned just because. As he neared the stairs, he grew anxious, knowing he was down there. He slowly made his way down the stairs and each step he took, more butterflies surrounded his tummy. As he neared the end of the steps, it seemed as if all life escaped his body. His grip on the railings suddenly slipped and he fell to the floor. Ryou was shivering and his body had no strength. He didn't pass out. He was just laying there motionless. His whole body was numb. "Help!" he cried. "Help!" he cried again. His cries brought him no where. Only the attract of his Yami. Whom, after thinking, This could be a trick... for a second, then hearing his young hikari's high-pitched cry again, he knew it wasn't a joke. "I can't move! Someone help! I can't move!" More and more tears streamed down his face like the everlasting Niagra Falls. After all of his cries of terror and tears, his eyes darkened and he could no longer talk nor hear, other than sirens, and his yami.
- by 1nsane0takuChan |
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- | Submitted on 12/07/2009 |
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- Title: Cries of Terror
- Artist: 1nsane0takuChan
- Description: Just some story I wrote and posted on deviantart. This is Yami Bakura and Ryou just in case you've never seen them, or you just want to squeal at the sight of them. :P Title spfails
- Date: 12/07/2009
- Tags: bakura ryou yami
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Comments (2 Comments)
- 1nsane0takuChan - 10/03/2010
- Thanks~ I don't really like it that much anymore. XD
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- shadow880 - 10/02/2010
- Oh my gosh i love your reference image <3 your story was good to
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