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Hi it's me! Got a review for True Love! Thankyou! It's v. sad I'll agree on that. This is another Bakura and Ryou fic but Bakura doesn't particularly care about his hikari and I won't tell you any more! You have to READ, instead of looking at the summary believe me. I know people do that. I've had about 147 hits to my Secrets of the Soul and 3 reviews! READ THE STORIES PEOPLE! Lol XD

Worthless

'You're completely worthless! You know that? WORTHLESS! I'm going out! Why did I ever get stuck with you, you stupid, WEAK LITTLE MORTAL!'

Ryou watched silently as Bakura slammed the door and stormed off into the night. A single tear trickled down his soft cheek. He was right. He was worthless. Useless. Bakura deserved better than him. He sat on the sofa. The curtains were drawn tightly shut but the lights in the house weren't on. He wanted to sit in the darkness forever. That way, nobody could see his tears.

He felt something headbutt his leg and looked down. He saw the dark silhouette of his cat, Mog. Short for Moggy. He lifted her into his arms and cradled her, stroking her under the chin. Mog purred. Bakura hated that cat. Said Ryou should give it to the animal shelter, but Ryou couldn't bring himself to give Mog away. She'd be so unhappy. Then Ryou would truly have no one. Maybe that was what Bakura wanted.

Ryou loved Bakura. It wasn't just a crush. It was real love. A love that stretched from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. A love where every muscle, feeling and heartstring yearned towards him. But his heart was slowly breaking. It was so painful. If it was going to break why couldn't it be quick? But it was slow, and eventual, and Ryou knew that the day when it finally broke would be agony.

Mog tired of Ryou's petting and clambered off him. She mewed. She probably wanted feeding. He stood up and walked into the kitchen. Mog started to headbutt the cupboard. 'No, Mog, don't do that.' Ryou whispered, lifting her away from it. 'You'll hurt your head.' He lifted the catfood out and scraped it into her bowl. Mog nudged past him and started eating. Ryou was suddenly reminded how hungry he himself was. He hadn't eaten in days.

There was one bruised apple in the fruit bowl. He bit into it. It was sour. His face contorted and he wanted desperately to spit it out. But he didn't want to collapse. When Bakura got home finally, it'd just remind him of how worthless his hikari was.

'He's right.' Ryou thought. 'You know he is. No matter what you think, deep down you know he's right. You're worthless. You're stupid. He deserves someone better. Someone worthy of his companionship. Instead Bakura got stuck with you, you're useless.'

Another solitary tear trickled from his eye. 'See.' Ryou thought. 'You're crying. Crying is for weak people. Bakura says you're weak too. Another thing he's right about.'

He looked at the purple bruise around his eye in the lounge mirror. It was for his own good. Bakura had done it to toughen him up. Ryou knew it was for the best. He thought of the bruises all over his body. Several of them on his back, more than ten on his chest, beating marks around his legs, a bruise around his eye and split lips, and the sore patch on his head where Bakura had thrown a stone at it. He had suffered more severe injuries at the hands of his Yami. Excuses to the hospital staff. He walked into a lamppost, he got a minor hit from a car, he got mugged on the way home from school. That sort of thing.

Ryou finished off the sour apple and put it in the bin. He realised Mog had gone out of the catflap. 'Can't blame her, really,' Ryou thought dismally. He trudged up to the bathroom. The medical kit was lying on the toilet seat, from when he'd last used it. He took out the antiseptic cream and a piece of cotton wool from a bag on the door and squeezed some cream onto it. He pressed it to his eye. It was cold. Ryou liked the feeling. It numbed out the pain.

He heard the door slam downstairs. Bakura was home already? He dabbed the last of the cream on his eye and threw it on the bin, hastily stuffing the medical kit back in the bathroom cabinet. He rushed down the stairs to the waiting Yami. He looked angry. 'You weren't in the hallway when I came in to take my coat.'

'I'm sorry, Bakura. I was… in the bathroom.'

'In the bathroom doing what?'

'… Cleaning the toilet.'

Bakura laughed cruelly. 'You always were a cleanliness freak. Weakness. You really are weak, aren't you Ryou?'

'Yes, Bakura,' Ryou whispered.

'Sorry? I didn't quite catch that. What are you, Ryou?'

'I'm weak!' He shouted.

Bakura laughed again. 'Good.'

He went to walk into the living room but at the last moment lunged round and kicked Ryou in the stomach. Ryou immediately fell to the ground, coughing. 'You didn't think you were going to escape without a night time beating did you?' He said, before smiling cruelly again and walking into the living room, thrusting his coat on his hikari.

This is a sad story! Hope you like it anyway. Please review!