A/N: So begins my one-shots. Something bit my face, now it itches. I have a dance today. On a Saturday, What kind of bullshit is this? OH YEAH, Dove, your ass is getting kicked. Foshizzle. You know what? You missed mine and Garrak's conversation:

Garrak: I think you and Dove are one soul. You split apart into two bodies, but you're one soul. Because the other night I yelled "DON'T YOU EVER!" at my mother and she just looked and me and said "Dude, what's your problem?"

I said: Yeah, we're one soul. You didn't know? Dove is just the darker half. HAHAHA.

So, yeah you missed this. It was quite funny. You missed it. You mother fucker. SO GUESS WHAT? Your Fearshipping = suspended for a while.

Warnings: Hm, Deathshipping. Ryou/Mariku for the ones who don't know shippings. *glares at Dove* & RAPE! BECAUSE IT'S ALWAYS RAPE WHEN MARIKU IS INVOLVED! *gets knifed by fluffy fangirls*

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh. Or Mariku. Or Ryou. *In robot voice* Nor do I own Use Your Fist and Not Your Mouth my Marilyn Manson.

~l~l~l~

Chapter One: Deathshipping

Come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

Mariku followed the white-haired boy all the way home from school. All through the streets. All through the pouring rain.

He'd watched as Ryou bidded Yuugi a good day and split paths, stalking home with books held over his head.

As if they'd help. Mariku could see that Ryou was soaked to the bone, his clothes clinging deliciously to his thin frame. Every sway of his hips made Mariku just a little more horny. Just a little more psychotic with lust. He watched as Ryou approached a sketchy apartment building, stomping through the sideways door.

"Afternoon, Ry!"

Mariku's head snapped up at the sound of a female's voice, dripping with something akin to lust.

"Oh, er, hi, Miho..." he mumbled and trudged up the stairs. She looked a bit put off, but continued to smile.

"Wanna come over for some tea? You look rather-" her eyes lit up as they traveled up and down his frame. "Hm, wet."

Ryou blushed and shook his head, continuing up the stairs. Miho scowled but otherwise didn't say anything as she stared at Ryou's retreating form. Mariku growled.

I am overground, outselling it

Since God thinks I don't exist

The beatings happen per minute

This is not blue collar white corrective politics

I'm on an hate, American style,

kick

"Excuse me, Miho." Mariku drawled. She turned to look at him, eyes widening.

"Oh... My..."

She looked and looked, taking in his tight black jeans with his blood red shirt. The chains hanging around his neck looked heavy, but he wore them as though they were light as air. Silver cuffs rested on his wrists, making as look as though he'd just broken free of the local police.

The smile on his face made it look as though that was exactly what happened.

"W-Who-?"

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

He lunged for her, then, taking them both to the ground. She'd screamed as his hand worked under her skanky skirt to grab the knife strapped to her thigh. At least she tried to protect herself, though it did her little good when Mariku was involved.

"Sweet dreams, hun'."

He plunged the knife deep within her throat, straight through her wind pipe. She made gurgling noises, spasming. He laughed as her eyes bulged.

No one would miss her in a place like this.

He climbed off of her, heading towards the stairs. He followed Ryou's scent to the third room on the right. Honey and lilac.

His mouth began watering just thinking about all the things he could do to him. Would do to him.

He eased the door open and slid inside, taking in the ripped furniture and stained walls. "Ryou..." he sing-songed. He heard movement in the back room and inched his way towards it, smiling already.

The hikari stood, completely nude, pawing through his drawers.

Fate! It has to be. My little angel, all ready for me...

Ryou turned, a look of confusion and surprise set into his pale features.

"Who.. I.. GET OUT!"

Ryou was screaming, screaming, screaming. Mariku panicked. He found a roll of tape (That the authoress was kind enough to place near the door for entertainment purposes...) and quickly ripped off a piece and slapped it over Ryou's pale lips. The hikari kicked and clawed, still trying to scream. Mariku became angry.

He'd waited so long, SO LONG, to love his little Ryou... Why was he behaving so badly?

"You ungrateful little shit!" he snarled and punched Ryou over the head. His eyes widened in surprise and he stopped struggling. Mariku dragged him to the bed where he quickly removed his "bracelets", using each cuff to bind Ryou's hands to the headboard. That's when he started to fight again.

I'm on a campaign for pain

And when I get elected

I'll wipe the white off your house

The smile off your face

"You probably shouldn't leave your doors unlocked. It's really not safe. Don't you know there's crazy people in this world?"

Mariku laughed at his own words, while Ryou just begged and sobbed, crying into the tape.

"Sh, sh, sh. None of that will help you now. I'm going to have my way with you. You can lay back and make it easy... Or..."

He opened his palm where Miho's knife lay, still covered in her blood. He didn't know if Ryou knew the knife or if it was the blood that triggered his sudden silence.

"Ah, good boy, good boy. I won't keep you any longer than necessary. Let's get this over with, shall we?"

Ryou's eyes dulled and he went limp, staring at the wall above Mariku's head. No matter. Mariku cold care less whether or not he looked at him. He'd have his full attention soon enough.

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

He slowly climbed atop Ryou, kissing softly at his neck. How soft the skin was! The elegance of his neck amazed Mariku. It was like a swan's. No, better. Nothing was as good as his little Ryou.

He should know. He'd followed him and admired from a far for nearly two months.

"My little Ryou... Are you scared?"

Ryou stared at the wall still. But Mariku needed to hear it. The fear in his voice. His cries for help that would go unheard. Mariku wasn't like most people. He was... different. They called him crazy. He called himself special. He was one of the few who could see through the bullshit of the world, through all the disgusting lies humans hid themselves in.

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don't want to be like anyone else

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don't want even be myself

He ripped the tape from Ryou's face, and though his lips bled, he did nothing. Just stared.

"Fuck! Answer me!"

He punched Ryou in the ribs, watching the boy writhe when he heard a stap.

"G-gods, no, no stop. Ah-hah-ow! No, please! I'll do whatever you want!"

There it was. Mariku smiled, satisfied for the moment. He petted Ryou's head.

"I don't want to hurt you darling."
That was a lie.

"But I have to."

There's the truth.

Mariku couldn't help that he was different, that all anyone ever wanted to do was lock him up. But he always got away. Always. He was a god. No one could keep him away from a world that so needed him. Who else would help them see the light? Who else would deliver them into the hands of the Divine, so that they would be sinless and perfect once again?

Because even Ryou wasn't perfect. No, he was far from it. Though he seemed innocent, Mariku had seen various men and women leave this building, always handing him money.

Only a fool wouldn't put two and two together.

"You really shouldn't sell your body, love. It isn't an admirable trait."

Ryou shivered as Mariku's hands ghosted up his sides where bruises were already beginning to form. He was having difficulties breathing, finding each gasp more painful than the last.

"I think you punctured my lung." he panted. Mariku smirked.

"Oh, well."

I said no, this isn't your song

We can't all get along

It's too hard to hold hands when your hands are fists

My hate pop won't ever stop

I'm fucking glad we're different

This is my hate American style

hit

He nipped roughly at Ryou's neck, all the while stroking the boy's manhood. Ryou tried to fight the pleasure his captor was giving him but after all, he was just human.

Which was why Mariku had to kill him. Mariku was a demon.

"Please stop!" he begged.

"Please, stop talking!" Mariku returned.

Don't bring

Don't sing it

Use your fist and not your mouth

Ryou realized that if he didn't do something, this man really would rape him. He began to think, eyes narrowing slightly. He watched as Mariku slowly kissed down his body to his member, lapping at it before continuing down his legs. Once he got to Ryou's foot, he struck.

Ryou shot his leg up, his toe catching Mariku in the eye. The yami screamed and held his now-bleeding eye as Ryou slid his hands from the cuffs. Mariku cursed. Why didn't he check if they were tight enough!?

Ryou lurched from the bed at the same time Mariku did, flying across the room to the door. He fumbled with the lock, finally getting it open. He flew through the door, a blur of white, as Mariku crashed through behind him. He cried out in fear and pain when he stumbled over the coffee table.

He flew to the kitchen where a fire exit was, praying to whatever god would listen that he'd make it.

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

Mariku snatched him back by his hair, Ryou twisting to look at his face. Blood now coated one side, a nasty gash covering his eye. Ryou knew he would probably be blind.

"Please! Let me go! Stop!"

Mariku roughly kneaded his hurt ribs, making Ryou sob and cough. He threw him on the counter so that only his torso met the cheap plastic and his feet dangled. He roughly ripped down his pants and lined up.

"I was going to take my time with you, but you had to go and fuck it up!" Mariku snarled. He shoved in, no preparation. He had to struggle at first, when Ryou's muscles clamped down. The dryness made it difficult for him to move, but his blood soon made his thrusts smooth.

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

Ryou screamed until he thought his throat might be nothing but a bloody mess. "Stop! Gods, pease- p-please!"

Mariku laughed and thrusted harder, making Ryou slam his head against the wall each time. He came with a roar, pulling out of Ryou's broken body. The hikari lay limp, and for a moment, Mariku thought he might be dead.

"Please.." Ryou mumbled. Mariku shook his head. Some people never learned.

"I'm sorry, but you have to die. You've been defiled. You must be made pure."

Ryou's eyes widened. Defiled?

"What the fuck! You're the one who defiled me!"

Mariku shook his head again as he retrieved Miho's knife. "Wrong. I saw all your little customers. You brought this on yourself."

He quickly flipped Ryou over, killing the protest on his lips with a single slit to his pale white throat.

"F-fuck you," Ryou garbled. "You're g-goin' to burn..."

The light faded from Ryou's eyes. Mariku stared. Burn? No, he wouldn't burn. He was chosen. He was chosen to make all the Divine's children pure again.

But the words crawled under his skin, making him twitch.

No, no. He wouldn't burn. His logic was perfect. Stupid people like Ryou just couldn't see it.

But all of the ones before Ryou hadn't seen it either. Ryou was far from the first. Mariku took his shirt off and carved another tally mark into his chest.

Twenty-five.

And far from the last.

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don't want to be like anyone else

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don't want even be myself

A/N: Who doesn't love Mariku!logic? It rarely makes sense. What the fuck am I talking about? It never does. This is the first chapter of the one-shots. I need pairings, Ukes, Semes, Settings, etc. PM them or review and tell me. I've left this as an any/any fic cause I'll do any character. (: I hope this cheered you up, Dove, after going to the dentist. I listened to Use Your Fist and Not Your Mouth about three thousand times in the writing of this... -_- I hope y'all enjoyed. Leave me a review and... Cookies and love and hugs and plushies.

~Nightingale