Another chapter. You should know the story by now, but I'll post a generic description anyway
Mariku is the ruthless ruler of a small province in India. Because of his greed and hate, he has made Malik, his half-brother, into a slave, whom he tortures at every chance he gets. Bakura and Ryou are trying to stop the terrible regime, resorting to the some of the worst possible options.
Disclaimer: Is it not obvious I don't own YGO? Hello I barely have any money, I am not Japanese or Chinese or something -ese. (I think the blonde hair and blue eyes should give that much away) and oh yeah, I'm not a man (which I believe owns the YGO rights right now, or
"the man" ).
Warning: mention of rape, nakedness, man dick, man nakedness, man on man nakedness, man not on man not nakedness, torture of said naked man, swearing. Hello this is rated M? lol
Mariku finally felt content as he pulled up from his slave. The small blonde's skin was marred dried blood and semen. Mariku's hands were still tangled in his slave's messy hair, still enjoying the feeling and touch of the unconscious boy.
"But who wouldn't enjoy the touch of this slave?" Mariku thought in his head over and over again, almost to the point of obsession. But it was not obsession, it was Mariku's job that he had created for himself. It was his duty to break the slave. Not that there was much left to break, but the desire and need to do something to Malik was great. Mariku had to wipe out any memories of Malik's previous life.
"Ahh" Mariku breathed as he completely lifted himself off of Malik. His back ached slightly, which was no surprise, even for a very physically fit person such as himself.
Pulling himself off of his polychromatic bed, Mariku made his way to one of the pools that sat next to the masterpiece of sleep furniture.
The water was warm, and smelled faintly of roses. It was comforting to sit in the pool of water, a luxury that the majority of people did not have. But Mariku was the best, he deserved the best, and he was given the best. At least thats what Mariku believed and said to himself as he slowly washed Malik's blood off his body.
Clapping his hands, Mariku summoned a slave from outside his door. A tall man, his skin extremely tan, and his hair was all shaved except for a single spot on his head where a great length of raven colored hair fell. The man fell to a submissive position upon his knees, awaiting orders from his Master.
"Rishid" Mariku spoke in an authoritative voice, the short syllables of the slave's name rolling off his tongue.
Rishid looked up and stared directly at Mariku, his dark brown, almost black eyes locking with Mariku's violet ones.
"Yes Master Mariku?" Rishid asked, his voice deep and gruff that was filled with such authority that it almost challenged Mariku's
The blonde man frowned, his lip curling in distaste. "Just take that slave back with you, and make sure that he is cleaned up for tonight. And perhaps feed him some decent food, he was actually good for once."
Rishid nodded and stood up from the ground and walked to Malik's unconscious body. Fear and sadness passed over the elder slave's face, but quickly disappeared, a blank expression returning to the slave's face. Rishid picked up a bloody blanket off the bed and wrapped Malik in it, to hide his shame, as well as his face. For this was customary, no one else was allowed to look upon the young slave's body, especially upon his face. Rishid vaguely wondered how people would react if they saw the similarities between Malik's and Mariku's faces.
"Before you go Rishid" Mariku spoke up, his fingers twirling the water.
Rishid turned around, Malik laying bridal style in his arms. "Yes Master Mariku?"
"Have any traders come around lately?"
"Any specific types of traders or barterers are you looking for?"
Mariku rolled his eyes and waved off the slave. "You of all people would know what I want. But I suppose this means that none have come around lately..." His bronze fingers lifted a petal from the pool, and flicked it towards the raven-haired man. "Inform me of when the next batch come in. And tell the underlings not to worry, I will be there to settle the whimsical tax problems later."
Rishid bowed and swiftly left the room, the sheet covering the younger slave trailed behind them. As soon as the pair were out of the room and the large doors shut, Rishid laid the slave upon a bench and pulled the sheet from his figure.
A small gasp left the man's lips as he viewed the damage more clearly. Large gash marks, bite marks, even burn marks could be seen upon Malik. There was no way the boy would be physically or mentally fit for another night with Mariku. The damage was far more extensive than Rishid had ever seen on the teen.
"What did he do this time?" Rishid wondered, his normally stoic face was filled with emotion. He gingerly lifted up Malik again, this time holding the boy close to his chest, and headed down the long hallway to the slave quarters that sat on the other side of the palace.
"You are packing for this?" Bakura asked as he stepped into his younger brother's chambers.
"Well of course." Ryou replied with a smile as he folded up an old suit and placed it within a small trunk.
Bakura raised an eyebrow shaking his head a tad. "You do realize you will have no use for any of your possessions there?"
Ryou glanced up at his brother, biting his lip in confusion. "But surely I will need clothes brother! And I love these clothes..."
"..." The elder brother stood aside the other's bed, dumbfounded. "...but I thought you knew what you were getting yourself into Ryou!"
"I do..." Ryou responded quietly, "But there are a lot of things I do not know... I was pretty sure that all slaves were allowed to wear clothes! I was just choosing things that I see the servants around here wear!"
Bakura nodded, a sad smile crossing his pale lips. Of course Ryou did not understand completely, the teen had never traveled more than fifty miles from his home. He gathered his knowledge from books and experience. And of course the subject of... pleasure... was not a common subject found in their library. Especially not the taboo subject of the harems of India and such.
"What will I need then Bakura? I hate to have any of these clothes thrown out, especially when the church collection could use them for those in poverty."
And of course... Ryou always thought for others above himself. Probably his greatest and most tragic flaw.
"Well... Honestly Ryou..." Bakura smirked a little, "You are going to be practically naked."
"What?!" Ryou screamed, his eyes growing wide. "You cannot possibly be serious!"
"Well not completely..." Bakura replied, his pale fingers stroking his chin, "But all the slave carts I have seen... Well the occupants were utterly bare, except for the slave traders of course."
"Aughh..." Ryou grumbled, pulling the clothes from his trunk. "I better not have to travel around in my birthday suit. I have too much dignity and class for that."
Bakura rolled his umber eyes, tangling his fingers into his unruly hair. "And again Ryou... I thought we discussed this. You are going to be a slave! A pleasure one at that! OF course you will not have any form of dignity or class! Out of all the social classes in India, you are just above the untouchables. You will have no rights, none."
"Of course I knew that Bakura." Ryou groaned, "I know what to expect as a slave. But until I am in that province, and inside that palace, I still have as high of a class as you!"
"You need to understand what to expect though!"
"I understand!"
Bakura glanced around the different personal items that Ryou was attempting to bring with him, like the twenty sets of novels that Ryou had just purchased a few months previous.
"Clearly you do not..." the elder Tozokou growled.
Ryou looked up at his brother with tears filling the corners of his eyes. As the first aqua crystal trailed down his snowy cheek, Ryou fell back upon his cotton stuffed mattress, facing the cracked ceiling. Bakura looked upon his brothers figure and pierced his lip before jutting out of the room.
The tension in the air was incredibly thick, it followed the elder Tozokou around, encircling him in a cloud of impatience and annoyance.
His fingers felt stiff, along with his neck and shoulders. But no matter what Bakura did, this frustration, this horrid tension would not leave him.
Bakura was never one to be patient. He was known for his anger, and known to be one who acted upon his feelings (but he was always calm enough to make decisions rationally, despite how bias and uncaring they may have been). The only person he actually ever cared for was his brother, and now.. He was losing his brother to a man who epitomized everything he detested and wanted...
In his anger Bakura quickly punched the wall, his fist making a resounding thud against the stone His knuckles bled from the sudden infliction, but the Tozokou smashed his hand against the wall once again. His face may have been devoid of emotion, but his body shook and sweat like a man experiencing great anguish.
"Lord Tozokou?" A timid voice questioned, almost afraid to pry into the black cloud that surrounded Bakura.
"WHAT?!" Bakura screamed, flipping around to face the person who was speaking to him. His pupils were fully dialated, and the veins in his neck practically popped out of his skin.
"I-I just wanted to know if you needed a b-bandage." The young maid asked, holding out a strip of cotton.
Bakura just grunted as he swiped the cloth from the girl's hands before barging off in the opposite direction.
"What the fucking hell am I supposed to do around here?" Bakura growled to himself, as he wrapped the cloth around his hand.
It was his curse, like when he was a child. It seemed as if he could not get anything right.
Everything mocked him, the portraits of his ancestors and relatives that lined the walls, the darkness of the interior space, the noise his boots made as they occasionally squeaked on the hardwood surface. Every...little...damn...thing... made his blood boil over.
"FUCK IT!" he growled, pulling down a tapestry of a particularly mocking character who's eyes just seemed to follow and laugh at him wherever he went.
The yellowing tapestry fell to the ground, pulling down at least three other paintings with it.
"The servants can deal with that..." Bakura mumbled, his anger temporarily alleviated. The anger swings seemed to come so much more frequently it seemed. The uncontrollable rage and thirst to do some damage was occurring now at least once a day, rather than once every week or so like it head in the past.
But every male in the Tozokou family had them. Some more frequently than others. Those who experienced them more frequently were looked upon with fear and some odd form of respect.
"It makes us stronger." The words of Bakura's late father, rang through his ears. "If you can learn to control rage and pain, you can learn to do anything. You will be so much stronger for it."
In a twisted fashion, it was true. Even though the emotional rage got him into much trouble during his lifetime, it also gave him the strength to overcome his strongest enemies. He was feared and respected. Probably more feared, but Bakura was cunning, he could lure anyone into a false sense of security if he truly desired.
Sighing to himself, Bakura leaned against the cold wall. Their quest, their journey would begin tonight, but would it end at the palace in India? Would it end before that? Or would they succeed, and would they come home heros?
With fingers' coated in sticky blood, and a head pounding from the post-emotional outburst, the elder Tozokou finally made his way down the hall and two flights of stairs to his own chambers.
His door was made out of an ancient oak, and required three different sets of keys just to open it. Bakura chose this room for just that reason, it would be near impossible for any of the servants to pry their curious eyes upon his belongings, and it calmed his anxieties about certain items leaving his room. Those certain items being a case of snakes and spiders, foreign ones he had discovered on his journeys as a child. Besides Ryou, they were the only company worth keeping. Plus, they kept the overly flirtatious women at bay.
Bakura smirked as he unlocked his door. One of his favorite reptilian creatures was sitting just inside the doorway, like an impatient child waiting for it's mother's milk. Picking up the diamond-back snake, the Tozokou smirked and walked into his bedroom. The furniture in his room was made of the darkest wood materials that were available. With the coat of stain and polish, they looked as black as the night sky on a cloudy night (when the irritating twinkling of the stars were missing, and the light of the sun behind the moon was utterly overpowered by the swirling grey fog). It was not the sort of room one would bring guests into, especially not a wife.
Bakura chuckled. A wife. What a hilarious idea. Bakura could not see himself settled down with any single person. Actually half the time, he found no pleasure in the flesh, or especially in others flesh. Yet, it was expected of him to produce some sort of heir, and of course Ryou would never do that for the Tozokou legacy(was it not obvious to everyone that his younger brother was much more attracted to the same sex?).
Women... Men... They were the same to Bakura. Untrustworthy, idiotic, presumptuous fools. But yet, he was in charge of taking care of many people, and he did a pretty damn good job at it too.
Placing the snake upon a pillow, Bakura let his body fall limp upon a large leather grandfather chair. A furry brown tarantula made it's way to the white-haired man's shoulder, much to Bakura's delight. Spiders were so much more simple than people. He could handle spiders, and he especially enjoyed tarantulas, probably because they scared the majority of people away from him. The perfect antidote to keeping human life at a 30 meter distance.
The contact of animals was probably the only live physical contact Bakura really allowed. What was the need for live contact anyway? What was the need for flesh to touch flesh? Bakura did not need anyone. That was one of the first lessons that he learned as a child. He didn't need anyone to take care of him, he did not need to work with anyone. He was a leader, he could take the world on his own if he truly wanted to.
"No one will care for you like you care for yourself. Always remember that. You are your own destiny, your own partner. You have no need for anyone son. The sooner you learn that, the sooner you will see the truth that lies in the world. The cold hard truth Bakura."
Ok, so I had a hard time writing this chapter (because it lacked torture and excitement). I got through everything I wanted to write in like the first 600 words. Which was pretty sad, because I cannot just post a shitty short chapter like that. So I decided to develop some psychology for the characters. Well just Bakura so far. I'm sorry if it was sort of boring, but it needed to be done.
(DON"T BOTHER READING NEXT PARAGRAPH UNLESS YOU ACTUALLY CARE)
I am a psychology major (or planning to be one, I just started up college so... I dunno yet), but I really like developing the character's psyche. And so far I've planned out the complicated psyche of Bakura and Mariku. Both have some egotistical problems, but it goes much deeper than that (it will make much more sense later). And anyway, Bakura has major anger issues linked with anxiety, and Mariku has some repressed memories and some personality disorder (if I wasn't on a plane at this moment I would grab my psychology book and get the exact terms). (and yes you heard me right, I'm stuck on a plane right now coming back home from a super-long vacation, in which I didn't get to enjoy since I was sick like the entire time during it, actually I am still sick yay...)
Oh and did I make it obvious enough? RYOU IS GOING TO BE A SEX SLAVE. Normally I like Ryou just because he is sweet an such, but lately his personality pisses me off. So now he will be abused.... hehe
TO THOSE WHO HAVE REVIEWED(thanks for reading this far down fyi, because I like to rant, and I like people who read my rants. *offers those people cough drops and airplane peanuts*
I want to thank each of you personally. (Yeah I'm a sap like that, and I really want to show my gratitude)
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Thats about as individual as you get because I do respond to each one personally lol, unless I can't because you didn't sign into your account (and right now I am currently working off a list I wrote up quickly in the airport and so I don't remember which one of you I have not responded too)...
And to those who read this, WTF? wow, do you have nothing better to do?
As Always
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