Disclaimer: I don't own YGO
Title Translation: Breaking
Continuity: Anime
Names and personalties: English dub
Background cannon: Original Japanese
A/N: Re-edited and reposted on my original account. This is rated M for adult themes. There is no real violence or anything sexual, but there is mention of some certain things happening so this is only M for extreme safety. Concrit is welcomed. I don't think this will be too long in chapter numbers.
Hyoumenka
One
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The sound was vibrating through him like a constant drum, echoing in his ears; throbbing his head.
Pound-pound-pound-pound-pound.
It was shaking his form with each beat, almost in a soothing way, that is; if his head wasn't aching along with it. Every single throb was sending waves of pain through his skull. He let out a sound through parted lips and his own voice seemed foreign, like a stranger was there instead.
He moved his right leg a little and groaned licking his lips, tasting something odd in his mouth. Tangible thoughts began to come back into his mind before he registered that something was wrong.
He was laying down on a hard surface, cold and rough, with his arms being pulled behind him. It was yanking on his shoulders to the point of discomfort - however any pain from that was being overpowered by the blinding one in his head. There was...something clamped on his left ankle...
His eyes snapped open to find he was on a floor in a dark room he didn't recognize. He grunted and let his lavender irises sweep around. He didn't have any idea where he was and tried to sit up, which was difficult due to his arms being behind him. He tried to pull them forward, only to find that they were fastened together with something thick and hard around his wrists. He let out a loud moan and realized only then the pounding sound he'd been hearing was his own heart.
He panted and tried to sit up sideways, failing a few times before he finally made it. The room spun around and he had to close his eyes to stop the dizzy spell, catching his breath. He swallowed thick saliva and exhaled.
When he opened his eyes again he looked around and tried to figure out where he was. From what he could tell, this room was a basement of some kind - perhaps a cellar. Old and riddled in cobwebs, with rotten wood that looked ready to crumble along with filthy floors and rusty pipes dripping with condensation. There was a dank smell, something akin to mold mixed with just that sense of worn age, and he found himself thinking how cliché it all was.
He grimaced and wracked his brain to remember how he ended up here. The last thing he remembered was discovering they were out of milk and getting on his bike.
Ever since his duties as a tomb keeper had been fulfilled, he and his siblings had been living in the city trying to start a new life for themselves. They had rented a nice apartment in Domino, and each gotten jobs at the local museum. Ishizu was working the Egyptian exhibit and Odion was more along the lines of...security.
Marik, himself, took to the library section of the museum, arranging and organizing the books in chronological order. He also helped with stocking and putting up new exhibits as well as taking down old ones and even got to be a tour guide a few times. All in all, they were doing quite fine and nothing had really happened since the Ceremonial Duel. Life was simple and easy.
Life was...good.
He sighed heavily, still in a haze and wishing this was only a nightmare. He looked at his right ankle and realized both of his shoes had been removed as well as his socks. His toes were cold. This whole place was cold. He was glad he had put on something warmer.
"I'm gonna go out real quick!" he announced as he grabbed his keys.
"Marik, it's chilly - put on a sweater or something," Ishizu called back. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Ah, c'mon..."
"Marik, do not argue with me." Marik chuckled and grabbed his black hoodie and slipped it over his short sleeved black shirt.
"Okay!"
"Does it have sleeves?"
He rolled his eyes again. "Yes..."
They were out of milk...and he got on his bike...and then what? How did he end up here?
He shook his head and sighed again. He moved his right leg and heard a metallic jangle as he did. His eyes traced a thick cuff on his ankle then a long metal chain, maybe four feet in length, attached to a pipe behind him. He scooted back and tried to see how strong the chain was, pulling sharply on it. It was then he realized the cuff was horribly tight on his small ankle and each time he pulled back, it pinched. It seemed well secured on the pipe and he figured standing up might help his strength.
He spun around and got on his knees, shakily standing up after a few seconds. He kicked back his foot over and over, each time a loud clang echoing through the room. He was panting now, beginning to feel the start of panic seep through him.
"Hello?" his voice cracked.
Well, that was stupid. Like someone was gonna come out and say, "Yes, here I am. I did this to you and now I'm letting you go. Have a nice day."
He growled in irritation, feeling more fear pump his heart. "Hello?! Who are you?!" He knew there was a person behind this, even if he didn't remember and felt even more dumb when silence greeted him. "Dammit..." He took a better look around, pulling against the tie on his hands. From what he could tell on that, it was not metal like the cuff on his ankle, but hard - perhaps plastic? - and was cutting into his sensitive skin.
The room itself was pretty big. He could tell that there was a window far off to the left of him. When he went for the store, it was still morning. It could still be light out, depending on how long he was out. If he was chloroformed - and it seemed he was - then it could only be a few hours later. He continued to study the room seeing shelving units just out of his reach, filled with nothing. A few cans, a few jars, but he didn't see anything of substance in them. What truly caught his eye was the long staircase in the right corner.
That proved he was in a basement or cellar, and it also proved he was in earshot of whoever was doing this. "What do you want?!" he screamed, his voice fully back to normal. "Show yourself, you coward!" He grunted and kicked the large pipe he was chained to and began to pace.
"My, my..." the dark figure teased as it watched the scene play out on the computer screen. "...he wakes up bound and chained and has the audacity to demand to speak to his captor, and call them a coward."
Another voice snorted. "It's good to see his years of comfort in the city haven't softened his arrogance."
"Yes," the first person nodded, "but that will all change. The question is; how long will it take?"
~To Be Continued