Authors' Notes
'Spiel mit mir' means 'play with me'. winkwink.
The song is by Rammstein, you might want to check it out.
Elli: No, this pairing doesn't make any sense. I was trying to think of someone pretty enough to go with Duke, and yeah. THIS happened. (:
Ellen: I'MNOTAFANGIRL
kidding. she is really.
Eln says:
To the people jacking off to this. Wherever you are.
Eln says:
Mother.
Eln says:
Of GOD.
Yeah. We're not writing this so you can wank to it. It's an awesome pairing and I think we can take this story pretty far. So DON'T JUST SKIP TO THE SEX SCENES.
(There won't be any for ages yet, anyway. hahahaa.)
Disclaimer: We actually don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, incase you thought we did.
Also, the song we stole the title from is, like I said, by Rammstein.
Not us.
Bakura turned over his trap card with an innocent grin, which caused Yugi to nearly drop his cards in surprise.
"Bakura! I didn't know you had that card.." he sighed, and then pouted as every card on his side of the field was sent to the graveyard.
Bakura smiled. Duke, who was leaning on the wall behind Yugi, smiled also, but when Yugi shot him a glare he looked the other way, bright green eyes towards the ceiling, stifling a laugh behind his hand.
"Okay, Bakura. I guess that means you can attack my life points," said Yugi with an angry sigh of defeat, and his shoulders slumped as he resigned to his fate.
"Hmm, how petty. Duel Monsters isn't supposed to be played like this.. maybe I'll make things a little more interesting."
Just as Bakura was about to make the killing blow, sharp pain shot through his frail body. He groaned, and reached up his hand to clutch his chest, but that hand fell limp as his own soul was pushed aside.
His eyes darkened.
Yami Bakura chuckled darkly, and Yugi cocked a brow, in curious concern.
"Bakura, are you o-"
He was cut off in his words as the darker version of his fragile friend raised his head, and regarded the pair with malevolence. Yugi's eyes widened in turn; surely, something wasn't right here. He hadn't seen that look in Bakura's eyes before. It was as if his usual, docile self had been entirely disregarded, thrown aside, in favour of a newer, darker, more reckless and powerful Bakura.
Duke moved from his position at the wall, his typical, casual arrogance less evident as his brow furrowed, confusion falling across his face. "Bakura? Are you alright?" he questioned, peering at the darker visage of his friend over Yugi's shoulder.
"Be quiet!" hissed Bakura, his lips curling up in a snarl, causing Duke to step back in shock, and Yugi to recoil in fear.
"That's better. Now, you, prettyboy, we don't need you around. Say byebye, now."
Duke looked taken aback, and his pupils narrowed as a humourless smile twinged at Bakura's lips. His predatory gaze shifted to regard Duke alone, and his Millennium Ring began to glow ominously.
The wall groaned tiredly behind them, and Bakura's eyes flashed. Bricks tumbled and hit the floor, the sound a steady rumble that shook the room.
Duke turned around.
Something was coming out of the wall.
At him.
Oh, shit.
A shadowy, tentacle-like being wrapped itself around Duke, who could do nothing to stop himself from being pulled backwards into the darkness.
"No! Duke!" yelled Yugi, pushing back his chair and leaping over to grab Duke's hand, anything, to pull him back to safety, but he was too far out of reach. Yugi bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, and his Millennium Puzzle lit up, right on cue.
When Yugi turned back around to confront Bakura, he was not the young, naïve, innocent boy that Bakura could easily have crushed.
"Ah, Pharaoh. I was wondering when you would show yourself."
"What have you done with him?" demanded Yami, his crimson eyes burning with intensity, as Bakura's darker eyes simply smouldered with indifference. He smirked, and motioned for Yami to retake his seat.
"Now, now, Pharaoh. Let's finish the game first, then we'll discuss the.. boy."
"I am in no mood for your games, Bakura. Where is Duke?" Yami scowled, his anger evident to the darker boy, who's smirk had quickly blossomed into a sadistic smile.
"Very well. Perhaps you'll play my game if the stakes are a little.. higher."
"..You can't.. you can't possibly mean-" Yami began, but Bakura cut him off with a dismissive wave of the hand. The lights in the room died, flickering valiantly before they were cut off by darkness, and the atmosphere changed dramatically.
It was cold.
"Bakura, this is insane.. stop it, stop this madness! What is it that you want from me?" Yami yelled, his eyes wide in desperation, much to Bakura's intense delight. His mirthless grin stretched further across his dry lips.
"You have something that I desire, Pharaoh, and nothing on this earth will stop me from obtaining it. Even if I have to go through your friends.." he laughed, and his eyes flashed. "Look behind you, Pharaoh."
Yami's eyes narrowed in anger, but as he turned and saw the horrific scene unravelling before him, he was more than willing to comply with Bakura's insane demands.
His scowl deepened.
Bakura chuckled.
The room was in shambles. Bookshelves were overturned, the books spread across the floor with pages scattered everywhere. What dim light there was, was from lamps that glowed eerily against the walls, which were coated in peeling wallpaper and splattered blood. Chairs and tables had been flipped over and seemingly thrown aside, and in the centre of it all, there was a single chair that was still stood on four legs.
And Duke was tied to it, bound by chains and ropes. His torso was bare, what clothing he wore to cover it torn in shreds on the floor. With dark eyes, he surveyed the scene, but he didn't lift his head. He was covered in bruises, presumably from a struggle, and Yami could see blood smeared across his face. He stared, but Duke didn't return his gaze. He was.. afraid. Of whatever it was that held him in place, the shadows that returned to wrap their ropelike selves around him. Duke shivered, but he was kept still soon after, and his shoulders slumped. Not unconscious.. unfortunately. His pain was intense, so intense that Yami could practically feel it from across the room.
"Now." Bakura gestured once again for the other to sit down, still nonchalant as ever to the Pharaoh's fierce protests. "Are we going to stand around all day and chat, or is Duke here going to suffer?" He let that final word linger in the stale air for a moment before continuing. "I think you're a little more aware of the things I'm willing to do for that puzzle of yours at this stage, so maybe you'll take it more seriously now that your friend is.. endangered."
Yami turned around, and, knowing that he had no choice, he bowed his head to Bakura.
"Now, won't you sit down?"
"A duel is no time to sit down, Bakura. I'm more comfortable standing, thank you," he said, with an emotionless voice, but Bakura could sense anger. He'd be able to use that to his advantage.
"This is hardly a matter of your comfort, Pharaoh.. but, do as you wish. It will make no difference, you will hand your puzzle to me in the end. Now, let's duel."
Yami growled, but did as he was told. He drew his hand, and looked at it with discontent.
Bakura smiled, and played a monster. The Headless Knight appeared before them, in all his haunting glory, and he turned towards Yami.
"Your turn."
Yami glared down at his cards. The one time he really needed his deck to pull through for him, it hadn't.
"I'll play the Celtic Guardian. In.. defence mode," he growled, hating to have to throw together a pathetic strategy such as this. His monster appeared before him, on one knee, with his head bowed. Bakura found this rather amusing- and quite befitting.
"I have you cornered, already? My, my.." Bakura chuckled, glancing over his cards, before deciding to summon the Earthbound Spirit to the field. A monster with only 500 attack points.. not that Yami was in any position to try and attack.
This was bad. He needed to get out of the shadow realm as quickly as he could.. before Duke was too weak to return at all. But it didn't look like that was going to happen, because it wasn't as if he was going to draw the right card. The one that he needed.
The Dark Magician was hidden somewhere inside his deck.. He could only pray, trust, that the card he was about to draw was the one that would win him the duel. He glanced over to Bakura, who was sat leaning against the back of his chair in courageous arrogance. Yami sighed, closed his eyes, and drew the card.
"I play.. the Dark Magician!"
Duke's eyes widened at those words, and he looked up. Before him stood a tall, dark, handsome (how cliché) figure, who was looking at him from the corner of his eye. "The.. Dark Magician?" he whispered, and the magician smiled and bowed his head slightly, before rushing forwards at the order to attack from Yami.
The Dark Magician cut through Bakura's Headless Knight with little difficulty. The Celtic Guardian was coaxed out of his defence mode by an angry yell from Yami, and was sent charging forwards to destroy the Earthbound Spirit. Both attacks had severely damaged Bakura's life points, and had left Yami the victor.
Bakura growled, and flew up from his seat, enraged, knocking the chair over backwards. Yami's monsters dissipated, but the Dark Magician raised a hand in goodbye to Duke, and the black-haired boy could have sworn he saw a blush fall across those handsome features.
Or, maybe he was just delirious.
"This isn't over yet, Pharaoh!" hissed Bakura, before he disappeared from sight, and the devastated classroom scene melted away.
Yugi lifted his head from the desk and looked around. Duke was lying on the floor, he looked unconscious. The smaller boy leapt up and ran over, shaking Duke's shoulder lightly.
"Duke? Are you awake?"
Duke groaned, and lifted himself onto his knees, a pain stabbing through him. He concealed a pained hiss, and spoke. "Yugi- where's.. what just happened?"
"I don't.. know.."
Bakura's voice startled them, though it was so soft and unsure. "Are you two.. are you okay?"
"Yeah," muttered Duke. "Listen- I'm gonna, uh, head home, okay? See you guys.. tomorrow," he said. Yugi nodded, and Bakura looked confused; he just stared down at his pale hands that lay in his lap.
Duke didn't notice his deck had scattered all over the floor, hell, he didn't really care.
Soon after Duke had left, the other two boys said their goodbyes- not before Yugi collected up the cards- and they left.
Duke staggered through the empty streets, rain lashing at his bruised body that still lacked a shirt. He was hardly in a good state to question why he was only half dressed- bloody rainwater stained his back and chest, and his hand clutched his right arm. Blood oozed out from underneath his fingers, and he groaned.
He stopped to lean against a wall, almost slipping on the wet tiles beneath his feet as he did so. Another groan, and he raised his head to look up towards the sky, rainwater cooling his beaten face and obscuring his vision. His usually perfect hair was mussed and plastered to his face with sweat and rainwater.
He strained to pull himself away from the wall, but he was too weak. How he'd managed to stagger to the other side of town, in the rain.. everything had just passed by in a blur. As if it had never happened at all.
He slid down the wall, leaving a bloody trail on the bricks, and scraping an unattractive pattern on his back. He slumped to the side, his body pressed against the ground in a wet puddle. He shifted his arm to cover his stomach, pulled his knees up to his chest, and passed out.