The Scars that Remain (DeathShipping)

Chapter One

Ryou' Point of View

Today is just another normal day, well, as normal as you can say being bullied by Bakura and being laughed at by everyone, not to mention invisible and forgettable person.

I'm fine with this. It's no one problems, but my own. I'm numb to the world, except for the pain, but I press on, everything will get better.

Everything will get better.

My mummy said that a lot, and that slowly became my philosophy.

There's no reason to explain who I am, seeing how I'm a forgettable character, but I will describe myself anyways.

My name is Ryou Bakura, I'm the child whom Bakura trapped within the Millennium Ring in his place, however, I get let out when no one is around, but that's only because Bakura likes to bully me. You can say my... Psyche isn't entirely there because years of Bakura's torture has scarred me, but I smile through it anyways.

I wish Bakura could feel how I feel, just hanging on by a thread, grasping for my innocence back which disappears every time it's in reach. I'm just hoping for the impossible to become possible, that alone has gotten me this far in the sick and twisted game I've been thrown in. I don't know how far pretending will get me, but I hope it's far away from here.

I won't deny it, I am lonely. I've been in this cycle with Bakura ever since my parents gave me the ring. I secretly hope I can have a friend, just a single friend, or anyone, who will listen to me and acknowledge my existence instead of this... Sociopath.

Enough about myself, let's get on to what my life is like.

~

"That damned, bloody bastard!" Bakura shouted in his gravely British accent, it was directed to the millennium item.

If I could shut out his yelling, I would gladly do so, but he forces his way to get through to me. I already knew that he was going to relieve his stress from Marik and the others. Usually, he would normally kill other people, however, Bakura always uses me if he needs relief quick and easy.

I hate this cycle.

"I know you can here me, you good for nothing," he shouted again, this time more impatient and demanding of my audience.

What do you want? What happened this time, Bakura? I responded rather quickly, I wouldn't want to make him more mad then he was, I can sense this is not going to be... Fun.

(For detail purposes, we have skipped the conversation and parts of the abuse, for plot. Maybe later on, we'll add to it)
~

As Bakura threw my body to the ground, I could feel all the bruises, scars and burning white hot fire running through my body. No, my soul.

Bakura's torture isn't pretty for a human's sight, in his eyes, it's a piece of art, art he sculpts and a perfectionist at.

I felt him throw me to the ground once more, stepping on my left shoulder and wrist. Bakura used his weight to pin down my arm, also to increase pain. I winced in pain.

He brought a heated knife up to my left forearm's skin, close enough to feel how hot it was, but not close enough to cause physical harm. The knife was heated to the point it was red from the coals it had just came off of.

We were within the deepest part of Bakura's soul room, he always dragged me here, mostly for his "fun torment" that I receive. I can't fight back against the monster, he's much stronger then me, seeing how he towers me right now... It's scary. It's almost as if he was a demon in human form.

I couldn't try anything, but struggle underneath him, but I already knew it was pointless. I was his captive.

"So Ryou, would you like to play a bit more with me?" Bakura throated a malicious laugh, full of satisfaction of the pain I'm in, "I promise it isn't going to hurt..."

He leaned down, I watched him as the tears welled in my eyes. I already knew what he was going to do, in a desperate attempt, I began to struggle as much as my pained body would allow me. I thrashed violently, I knew it was almost pointless, but I did it anyways. I kept struggling and yelling at him to stop, feeling the tears stream down my face.

This only seemed to give him more satisfaction, I could tell with the sick and wicked grin he gave me, as if the beast was mocking comfort for it's prey. The thousands years old spirit slowly brought the flat side of the knife onto my skin, purposely pressing down harder and harder every second.

My body couldn't take it, I heard a unearthly scream escape my mouth. My back arched in the pain, my body, on auto pilot, struggled and thrashed around to get away the object that was causing me severe pain, only for it to be futile. I could feel my eyes constantly letting tears escape as my flesh burned, it will, for sure, have a scar in its place.

"I lied. It's going to be a bloody bitch," Bakura said, with that he started to laugh uncontrollably. His laughter grew louder and louder, his merriment made me feel sick.

I'm so glad that the laughter faded, and I shut down completely. I'm glad that I fainted when I did, I was afraid if I took anymore unbearable pain, I would've lost the rest of the sanity I have.

Bakura is an evil bloke, that's for damn sure. One day, I'll get rid of him and this torture I've been though.

I hope that day comes soon...

~

Yo, this is probably the second time I've written a fanfic, but the first time for a show. My first one is not on this account, but it's a lot more popular then I thought it'd be, it's a creepypasta one, called 'The "friends" we used to be'. I'm sure anyone who's read or listen to creepypasta and watch Marble Hornets would enjoy it if they like Hoody x Masky. Warning: it sucks and I haven't updated it in a year and it won't be updated.

Yes, I know there is a lack of details for now. Reason? For plot!

If you thought it was kinda brutal, it might get worse later on, depending on if I actually feel like going within gory details.

If this is shit, I kinda wrote this when I was very tired so expect that. I also intend to make chapters longer.

Comment on any other ways how the brutality can go in the direction that will disturb the readers, I am very immune to any gore, horror, and scary topics, such as this. I watched a lot of scary movies, listened to a lot of scary stories and my life is a horror film. I can't promise anything will be light, it's pretty dark with this subject at hand.

I do NOT encourage violence in any way, shape, or form. Abuse is a subject that should not be taken lightly. If you, a loved one, or a friend have been abused, I recommend to reach out to anyone, such as the police, for help. I know a couple of people, personally, who have been, or been exposed to, one or many types of abuse, any type of abuse can effect anyone at any age. Once again, abuse is a subject that should not be taken lightly.

I should've put a warning for gore, but I guess I didn't, oops.