Disclaimer: Don’t own them.

Summary: Abuse is always hard to cope with, but with love you can get through it. BakuraRyou

Warnings: Yaoi Cussing

Couple: BakuraRyou

Because I hate myself right now, I /may/ cut this short . . . as you can see, I changed the summary. :shot: I’M SO SORRY! My fandom has changed to Naruto ‘cuz I’m reading the manga and such . . . don’t hurt me . . . Yell all you want but don’t hurt me. . . . :whimpers:cowers: ;-;

Noise- is, well, a noise in teh story.

Lyrics (centered) – people in story are listening/can hear it.

Lyrics (centered) - put in fer moi amusement. (AKA they can’t hear it)

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I’m so ganna get shot for this. :cowers:

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My eyes widened and I stared at my twin in shock.

I reel and push at his chest harshly.

“Wha?” I manage past incorporating lips.

His eyebrows furrow for a moment and words tumble past his lips in incoherent phrases, none of it making sense in my mind. As he continues to string words together in a confusing manner I squirm out from under him and start to flee the room. A rough hand grips my upper arm tightly and he stutters an apology. I forgive him. How could I not? He’s my brother.

I slowly turn back around and awkwardly pat his back mumbling ‘’S okay. ‘S okay.’

He gradually raises his face to mine a rugged expression covering it. “Ryou, dòozo, let me take you away. From here.” He wasn’t crying, because, Bakura just doesn’t cry, but he looks on the verge of it, like a barrier in his mind is crumbling down around his feet and he can’t stop it.

“Alright,” I murmur letting him pull me into a gentle hug. He whispers softly into my hair, promising a brighter future, promising no more abuse, promising anything I want, and I just nod, my fingers tracing patterns onto his back, and whisper back.

Everything looks bright. Everything looks promising. Everything looks . . .

Right.

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:screams in a girly way and hides under bed:

PLEASE DUN HURT ME! MY MUSES WON”T TALK TO ME ANYMORE! AIIIEEE!!!

:cowers with hands over head:

I-I’m leaving the rest to your imagination. . . Yea . . . That’s it . . . It’s all for ya’ll. :cowers more: TT-TT PLEASE! Don’t hurt me!

HURT RAH! SHE TOLD ME TO END IT THIS WAY:nods: Y-YEA! SHE TOLD ME TOO!!

Sarah: I DID NOT!

You can yell but please no flames ‘er such. I have a short attention span, and if I know what ganna happen I get bored and that’s why I mainly only write one-shots now. :cowers: I have grown to hate writing Multi-chap fics. . . . . Dun hurt me.

Yell all I you want . . . I deserve it. :cowers: