Wounded Heart
Chapter One: A Meeting of Two Worlds
Warning!: This contains YAOI in the first chapter ... right away. Leave now if you are underage(coughallofyouare) or if you no like dis stuffs!
Marik groaned as the full-grown man slammed into him over and over again, increasing the speed and strength of each thrust.
He looked up at the man who was currently raping him. "Father ... stop .... please ..." he whispered. But his father simply ignored him and continued with more pleasure and force.
Marik screamed as he was torn apart from the inside, "STOP!!!" But he repeated it endlessly. Each time he cried out, his father did it with even greater force, just to spite him and taunt him.
Marik screamed again as hot tears streamed down his face. "FATHER STOP!!!"
'How can he do this to me ... I'm his SON ... his only son!'
His father smirked, "I do this to you because I love you."
'I love to see you yell and scream ... I know that you scream for me and no one else!'
As more screams were emitted from Marik, he decided it was best to save him for others before things got chaotic. Cazim quickly got of Marik and went for his clothes. A quick shower was all that was needed. He opened the black, steeldoor that separated Marik from the people -men and women- that were lined up at the door, waiting next in line to be alone with him.
"All right...who's next?!" his father yelled in the crowd. "Pay your money right here and now! Otherwise get lost!"
Three men walked up to Cazim, "We want a four way!
He thought for a minute. "Alright...but all of you have to pay triple!" The three men quickly dug out the money and threw it on the table. Cazim greedily counted the money after closing the heavy,steeldoor behind him.
The three men walked up to the slim boy in chains, "Oh we're gonna have some FUN with you!"
Marik said nothing and looked dazedly on the floor. One tear then dropped from his eye...then another....and another, until a whole stream of tears fell down.
One of the men, Kyle, walked up to him slowly, "Whatcha cryin' for?"
Marik said nothing but sniffed. "Oh well..." Kyle said callously. "Let's go men...Bye the time we're done with you, you'll HAVE a reason to cry!"
Marik barely had time to recover from his father when he was pulled down onto the floor. He squeezed his eyes shut against the naked men that now walked towards him.
'Ra .... what have I done wrong ... why me ...'
Hands. Hands roaming his body. Everywhere. Touching him. Groping him.
Marik silently decided that he'd never, ever, ever, love anyone.
'Everything's so ... brutal ... so animalistic. Father says he ... does it because he loves me ...'
The hands now stroked him softly and he tried to squirm away. He was slapped for him impudence. Marik gasped as he felt someone enter him and something wet engulf his throbbing erection, all at once.
Tears of shame burned in his eyes and fell silently onto his neck. They were soon lapped up by a willing tongue. Marik looked away, disgusted.
'Then ... I'd ... rather ... be hated. I don't want to be loved! Not anymore!'
Master thief Yami Bakura slowly opened the tomb's doorcarefully, slowly, to avoid its creaking. He smirked as he threw back his cloak and let the moonlight shine into the underground building, studying it coldly.
'Seems deserted enough ...'
But as soon as he stepped inside he knew something was wrong. The Egyptian night air had left his body numb with cold, but now ... he felt warmth around him.
'This isn't right ... it almost feels as if someone lives here ...'
He decided to shake it off and proceed with his plans. "I've heard you hide a lot of treasure little tomb," he whispered to the room. "Where to start ..." He muttered, as he looked beyond the hallways. It seemed as if it never ended; darkness was engulfed the end. "Goodie ... I've always felt at home in places like these ... so you MIGHTY TOMB! You're just like all the others! Now, to find my treasure!"
He looked around trying to decide which way to go. They both looked the same, which didn't help.
"No matter," he said while he smirked to himself. "Ring, lead me to what should be mine ..." he said quietly. The Ring shone a brilliant, golden light, before one of its pointersdirected himleft.
'Left it is ...'
His footstepswent unheard as he troddedthe ground softly and quietly.He hadn'theard a sound since he entered the brick golden tomb and he expected the unexpected.
Always. He, as always, was on his guard. His hand lingered on the enormous, golden dagger, about the size of a grown man's arm, that was slipped neatly ito its sheath at Bakura's belt.Ready to pull it out and kill, if there was anything out of place.
He came then upon a big black steel door. He looked at it curiously. He frowned, "I wonder ..." Still frowning he put his hand on the doorknob and tried to open it.
But it wouldn't budge.
'Must be something big.'
He smirked happily, wondering what riches would be inside. He then pulled out his dagger and struckit against the door with all his might, his mind on the wonderful riches. He stuck it into the doorknob and cut it clean off. Then, annoyed he kicked the door open.
But what he saw made him narrow his eyes, darkly.
There was an unconscious boy hanging from thick chains on the wall. He looked beat up and was wearing very little. Rags covered his most intimate parts. Bakura looked at the boy, peculiarly. He glared with such intensity at the boy, that if looks could kill, the poor boy'd be dead by now.
'Damn. I expected treasure ... not THIS!'
The slim boy frowned and stirred, as if he could sense Bakura looking at him. His lavender eyes looked at the thief curiously.
It was destiny that passed then, but they ofcourse didn't know. Later ... perhaps ... they'd figure it out. Our lives are predetermined. And they were destined to meet.
"Hey! Who are you?!"the sand haired boydemanded.
Bakura merely grunted and stepped back outside, facing the door again to close it. He didn't care of the little incident that has happened; he decided to shake it of and not get in the way of his plans.
"HEY! WAIT!!!! Don't leave! Please ... don't ... get me outta here! Please!"
The boy looked at Bakura with a pleading, desperate look. Butthe thiefsimply ignoredthe boy'srequests and pleas and turned to face the door again.
"PLEASE!!!! I'm begging you! Help me! Get me outta here!!! I hate it here!!! PLEASE!!!!"
The boy looked at the floor, tears streaming down his face. "You don't know how it's like ... please! I'll do anything!"
Bakura hesitated before shutting the door completely. His mind flew back to the time when his father abused him harshly with a whip, not caring what would happen to him. He looked at the tan boy with no emotion. He refused to help him, because he didn't know the whole story behind this boy. Maybe this is his punishment for...robbing a tomb, or disobeying his fathers orders. Shaking the thoughts of his head...he continued to proceed on closing the door.
"You don't know what it's like!!! HELP ME!!! Please! Please ..."
Bakura now froze in place when those words where spoken. Yes...he too had known what it was like to beabused by his father. He shuddered as memories flew by him like a motion picture.
'No father...please!'
'Silence Brat! Do as I say and open your legs!'
But that was the past and this is the present.
The boy sniffled a few times, "Help me ... please ..."
It seemed every time the boy plead to be free, Bakura would feel more sympathy towards him.
'It ... as much as I hate to even think it ... it ... it isn't his fault ... and maybe I could USE him ...'
Mumbling to himself, he entered the room with his sword and raised it in an upward motion. He then, swung it hard against the boy's chains not caring about thebewilderment on the boy's face. The chains were released but, the cuffs were still around the boy's wrist. But the boy didn't care; all that mattered to him was that he was finally free.
The boy looked up at Bakura, right into his eyes, "OH RA!!!!! DEAR GODS IN HEAVEN!!!! THANK YOU!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!"
The boy threw himself at Bakura, hugging him tightly. Bakura looked at him in disgust and threw him off him.
"You're free. Now leave me be with my plans." he said without any emotion.
"But ..."The slim boylooked at the floor. "Alright ... but ..."
Helooked up expectantly, "I said I'd do anything to repay you!"
"Do you live here?" Bakura said with interest. With his knowledge of the tomb, he can easily get the treasures. Even though he had his Millennium Ring, he thought it was better to ask the boy for 'advice' and leave the Ring to rest.
"YEAH! Lived here my whole life ... and hated it ..."
Bakura then noticed Marik was almost naked. He turned away from him, not staring any further, but blushed slightly.
"Here..." Bakura said, throwing him a garment of some sort that was tattered without looking at him.
Marik blinked a few times confused, "What's thi-OH! Heh ... I forgot ..."
He quickly put the long tattered robe on and looked at Bakura, "So ... I guess I should tell you my name ..."
Bakura grunted. Marik looked at the floor, "Ishtar, Marik Ishtar. You haven't told me yours ..."
Bakura grumbled "You don't need to know." He then started walking away.
Marik ran after him, almost slipping on the cold, damp floor. He grabbed Bakura's arm for support. "Oh sorry," he said blushing.
Bakura brushed Marik's hand off of his own arm.
Marik looked up at him a little scared, "Are you one of those ... um ... tomb-robbers?"
"And if I am! What are you going to do?!" he said, not really worrying.
"Well ... I'm a tomb-keeper ... maybe I'll try and stop you!" Marik then looked at the floor and shook his head, "Who am I kidding ... I'm in debt to you."
Bakura smirked at his words. "Yes you are. And to pay of the dept, you will help me find what I seek"
Marik looked at him fearfully, "What're you lookin' for?"
"The Millennium Items. Lead the way already!" he said with growing impatience.
Marik's eyes widened, "I can't ... we ..." he bit his lip, "They aren't here ..."
"Where are they boy?" he said, his impatience blooming.
Marik looked at the floor, "I know not! I swear it!"
Marik crossed his fingers behind his back, "Father took them to hide them in the desert ... I never knew more of them!"
"I know you're lying. I can sense it. Speak now!" he said, emphasizinghis threat withthe dagger that was still in his hand.
Marik gulped, "I swear it! I do-" But he suddenly stopped speaking when Bakura's dagger waspressed onto his neck.
"I'll teach you to lie to me!"
Marik didn't move or speakfor fear of being killed. In fact he almost didn't breathe. The younger boy's silence annoyed Bakura immensely.
Marik trembled while in the thief's grasp. 'What's he gonna do to me ... surely ... not that!'
Bakura swiftly pounced on him, like a cat would. Marik found himself being whirled downwards and suddenly lying on the floor face up, the white haired thief sitting uncomfortably on him.
The blade pressed closed to his throat, "Speak ... or die ..." the thief whispered, and Marik had to only look in his eyes to know he meant business.
"I ... it ... I don't know anything!" he said, tears slowly emerging.
Bakura felt disgusted with his tears. "Stop your crying already!" he said,emotionless, as he pressed the dagger down, making a smallwound onMarik's throat, blood slowly seeping out.
Marik froze as he felt blood trickling down his neck, "You ... you ... you're gonna kill me!"
"I have no mercy for no one!" he said bitterly.
"But ... is that a yes?"
"It will be if you don't tell me the location of the items!"
"But I don't KNOW!!!"
"Then prepare to die ..."
A/N: Yeah ... this is REPLACING my ... Until Death Do Us Apart Story. Can't deal with so MUCH work! LOL . Anyways ... I'm writing this with me friend whish you may know as ... SetoXSerenitylover (UGH! HATE that pairing!) So if there's some weird bits ... as she has NO REGARD FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING OR CAPITALIZATION OR PUNCTUATION WHATSOVER ... know it isn't my fault . LOL ... well MOST of the time it isn't my fault. I'm very PICKY about that stuff.
ANYWAY!!!! R&R or Thief Bakura will hunt you down and ... RAPE YOU!!!! AHAHAHAH!!!!! Well ... actually I'd like that! .
R&R PPL!!!!!!
