Pairing: Yami Bakura x Seto Kaiba
Disclaimer: I do not own Yo-Gi-Oh... Obviously, if I did, it'd be full of Yaoi. xD
Warning: HARDCORE Yaoi ;)
-Bakura-
I was sitting in the apartment Ryou and I share, watching my favorite movie, Cannibal Holocaust. Ryou had left hours ago to stay the night at Malik's. So I finally had the apartment all to myself; it had just gotten to my favorite part in the movie when two men in black suits bust in my door and walk in like they bloody own the place, so I calmly pause my movie like this sort of thing happens every day, and look at the two men glaring down at me.
"ever heard of bloody knocking?"
I sneer, glaring back at them. The tallest takes a step towards me and bellows
"We're here on orders from Seto Kaiba, you're coming with us."
I roll my eyes, they were here because rich boy had sent them, of bloody course they hadn't heard of knocking.
"and what makes you think I'm going to come with you?"
I remain seated, still glaring up at the men. The tallest one -and probably the stupidest, too- lunges at me and I easily avoid it, pushing myself up, so I'm sitting on the back part of the couch. The moron tries to grab me again, grunting with all the force he put into the movement, but once again, I'm too quick for him and jump up and over him -not easy, with how tall the brute was- he flips around as I jump, grabbing at me with those hands that were probably the size of my bloody head -Were I not so concentrated on getting away safely, I probably would have laughed-. I land safely in front of the television.
"you're bloody pathetic"
I sigh, turning to face the men sent here to take me, stepping out of the way as both of the bloody gits try to grab me, the second one finally doing something besides stand there. They both rush me a second time with a bit more speed than I had expect, and they grab me by my arms, the shorter one pulls out a rag, smelling of something rotten, he dumps liquid onto the rag and I squirm with all of my might, screaming obscenities, and kicking wildly at the men, but at this point, with the smell overpowering me, I'm not as strong as I once was. He presses the cloth against my face, Chloroform, I should have suspected as much, I know the sent, but with the amount the man had used, the chloroform had taken on a god-awful pungent stench. Six seconds pass, and I start to feel woozy, my squirming lessens and my knees start to buckle, twelve seconds pass and I'm still awake, impressive, since I should have been out three seconds ago. Two more seconds and my vision begins to darken, my reality goes black.