Hello Little Plaything

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Ryou heads home in the rain, only to run into the show's most insane and dangerous villain. Thing immediately become precarious, and if he makes even one wrong move, he'll probably end up dead. How is he going to escape now?

WARNING: Rated M. Contains mature themes such as suspense, kidnapping, danger, abuse, gore and sexual themes. Please read with discretion.

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! (c) Kazuki Takahashi. This is a fanfiction story based off of Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series by LittleKuriboh. None of these characters belong to me, and no profit is being made off of this written work, it is purely for my own enjoyment. Please support the original release.

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Chapter One

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Ryou was walking home from the grocery store, his arms full of bags, when the sudden downpour happened. It was that time of year, he really shouldn't have been surprised, but it still made him frustrated that he had walked all this way and forgotten his umbrella. He ran toward the first awning he could see, a fire escape balcony in the alley, and waited there for the rain to pass. It usually didn't last that long, but it only took seconds to soak one through, and leave them a shivering, dripping mess.

"Brilliant," he sighed, a shudder going down his spine as he caught his breath after running. His wet clothes clung to him, revealing just how thin his body really was, and he pulled at it uncomfortably so it didn't start to itch. "Well, at least I didn't drop anything," he said, trying to cheer himself up. He stood there, dripping, and trying to decide whether or not he was going to just continue home through the downpour, or wait for it to pass. He was already pretty wet…

"Well, well," a two-toned, half-crazed voice sounded from directly behind him. "What do we have here?"

Ryou whirled with a squeak of surprise, eyes widening when he beheld the most dangerous villain who had ever made an appearance on their show. "Melvin!" he blurted. "W-what are you doing here?"

The tall, grinning villain cackled, eyeing Ryou much like a rabid wolf would eye a rabbit it was about to tear to pieces. His pale lavender irises were retracted so small, they looked like dots in his wide, bloodshot eyes. "Standing out from the rain," he replied, as if Ryou's question was the stupidest thing he had ever heard. "Or would you rather I get soaking wet, like you?"

Shifting uncomfortably, Ryou scooted away from him, noticing that his deep purple cape had protected the rest of him from getting soaked. Well, that was lucky for him. "I see," he said. He lapsed back into silence, eyeing the rain again. Running home through the downpour was beginning to seem very appealing. "Well, it was nice talking with you, I suppose. I'd best be on my way. Ta!" Ryou dashed out, determined to put as much distance as possible between them, and suddenly found himself being yanked back by his hair. He nearly dropped his groceries as he yelped in pain. "What the bugger did you do that for?" he demanded.

Melvin kept a tight grip on his soaked white locks, pulling him up against his chest and yanking his head back so he was forced to look up at the madman's face. "You were trying to run away," he grinned, looking for all the world like a shark wearing a human's face.

"I w-wasn't… ouch…" Ryou winced and tried to pull free, giving up when Melvin only tightening his grip harder. "I'm wet and I need to get home. I have frozen foods in these bags you know…"

"I think you were trying to run away," Melvin insisted, leaning closer and licking Ryou's cheek with his long tongue. It send shivers down his spine. "You know, I might be offended at that."

"I just need to get home," Ryou cringed. "It's nothing p-personal, really!"

"Really? Well in that case…" he let go, shoving Ryou away so that he stumbled and nearly fell. Some of his vegetables tumbled from his bags onto the rain-soaked ground. "I suppose I should let you go."

Relief washed over him, and he let out a quiet sigh. "That's very decent of you," Ryou swallowed. He inched away, reaching down to pick up his leeks and potatoes, and carefully replace them in his bags.

"Yes, I really am so considerate." The man cackled with amusement. "But first I will give you a choice," Melvin stood between him and the street, spreading his arms open wide. "How about a hug, Cecelia?"

Ryou felt a flicker of annoyance cross his face, followed by confusion. Why a hug? Or did he mean something entirely different? He had no idea what to say to that. "My name is not Cecelia," he pointed out, eyeing his muscled arms warily.

The madman snickered in amusement. "Well you're not Florence."

"No, I'm not. He's not here right now. He took off to go to some Father's Day special for Zorc & Pals or something." Ryou grimaced at the mention of the spirit that usually inhabited his body. They didn't really talk to each other very often, it was just kind of understood that Bakura got dibs, and Ryou got to come out when Bakura didn't want to. "My name is Ryou," he said.

Melvin snorted, unimpressed. "I think I'll stick with Cecelia."

"Well I think I really need to go…" Ryou eyed the rain, shivering from the cold and shifting from foot to foot. The more he stood here talking to Melvin, the more nervous he became. After all, Melvin is the one who almost ruined our show and shattered the fourth wall. He's bloody insane!

"So does this mean you don't want to give me a hug?" Melvin taunted, breaking him out of his thoughts and leaning forward. His hot breath wafted across Ryou's face, making him flinch. When he didn't reply, Melvin's smirk spread into a malicious grin. "What a pity. For you. Well then, little Cecelia. I suggest that you run."

Ryou looked up, his eyes widening in shock. "Wait… what do you mean run?" he asked, voice squeaking nervously.

The wild-haired villain just cackled. "Didn't you know? Prey is always more fun to catch when it runs. I'll even give you a five-second head start. FiveFour..."

Immediately, Ryou's fight or flight syndrome kicked in, and he took off running into the rain. He didn't live far from here, so all he had to do was make it home, right? Behind him, Melvin's wild laughter filled the air and sent shivers down his spine that had nothing to do with the rain. When he heard the madman call out "One! HERE I COME, CECELIA!" he abandoned the bags of groceries in his arms and booked it as fast as he could.

Never before had Ryou run so fast. Not even the time he had run in fear from that fake giant boulder that rolled after him back in Duelist Kingdom measured up to the frantic, neck-breaking pace he forced upon himself now. This time he could hear the thundering footsteps of Melvin's giant form gaining on him, and the cackles that poured from his mouth. Ryou panted and wheezed as he turned corners, dashed in front of cars, and scrambled up the steps of his apartment.

"Oh this is so much fun!" Melvin's two-toned voice taunted him from behind. "Better reach your house quickly. I'm gaining…"

Ryou could hear him bounding up the steps behind him like it was nothing. Crying out in terror, he stumbled and fled and climbed up the steps on both hands and feet, desperately trying to reach the fourth floor. I'm almost there… I'm almost safe… just a little bit closer…

His foot touched the landing of his floor, and suddenly he crashed to the ground on his face. Melvin's muscled body sat on top of him, pinning him down by his arms and legs as he laughed. "You were so close!" he praised, grabbing Ryou by the hair and flipping him over onto his back. His eyes were wide with the thrill of the hunt, the veins on his face and neck bulging. "Oh but that was a fun chase, wasn't it? I think you deserve a consolation prize. Don't you?"

Ryou struggled weakly, his chest heaving as he panted at near hyperventilation. "P-please," he gasped. "Let me go… I don't have anything you want… I'm not even a main character!"

Melvin stroked his cheek, his hand just a little bit too rough as it pulled at his soaked pale skin. "Now I wouldn't say that," he replied smugly. "I think you have exactly what I want."

"What do you want?" Ryou whimpered. He tried to move his arms and legs, but Melvin just pinned them down again. "What could you possibly want from me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Melvin cocked his head to the side. Rain dripped from the ridiculous blonde spikes, falling on Ryou's already soaked body. "Right now, our illustrious writer is out there scraping together Season 4 of our Abridged Series. But neither of our characters are in Season 4, are they?" The hand stroking Ryou's cheek moved, fingers grasping lightly around his pale neck, beginning to squeeze. "So you see, little Cecelia, that leaves me with nothing to do to, and no one to torture, maim, and kill. No one except…" he tightened his hand further, eyes gleaming with bloodlust, "you."

Ryou flailed, struggling weakly to escape his strong hold without success. The last thing he saw was Melvin's gleeful, laughing face, before everything went black.

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To be continued...