christalovessasuke

Fanfiction: Yugioh Rating: PG for some shonen-ai Disclaimer: I don't own YGO or any of it's characters. Warning: It's REALLY short. Beware the cheesy fluff. "Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." – Unknown Forgiveness. I've heard that to say "I forgive you" is the hardest thing to say to a person next to "I'm sorry" and "I love you." Strange; apologizing and giving forgiveness is as essential to my day as breathing. I lean my head back against your door; snowy white hair slipping off my shoulders and water-falling down my back. The hallway is dark, shadows consuming every bit of it; including

Disclaimer: I do not own YGO blahblahblah. AN: So..this is my first attempt at an abusive love story. It was going to be a Lime..but I changed my mind. I hope it isn't an epic failureee! Tendershipping and stuff. Enjoy! blah is a flashback. blah is emphasis on a word. ~~~~~~~ Ryou was sitting in his room, nursing the wounds on his arm. He was used to this. Bakura beat him on a daily basis. Sometimes to the brink of death. Sometimes he would stab him and hit his head against the wall over and over until his forehead was bleeding and he was seeing stars. Ryou learned not to cry. He learned to keep a straight face. He learned not to cry

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO. If I did, not even 4Kids would be able to block things out. AN: The lasttt chapter! Le gasp! Enjoy! ~~~~~~ Bakura and Marik stared at Mariku's lifeless body with shock on their faces. Bakura had done it...he had finally gotten rid of Mariku. He had finally won, and now it was all over. Ryou and him would never have to worry about Mariku trying to break them apart ever again. Ever. It was...like a dream. Bakura was afraid he would wake up and he would still be in the hospital. "Marik...pinch me so I can make sure that I'm not dreaming..." Bakura said. Marik blink and snickered, walking up to Bakura and pinchi