;-; *after over 20 days, she finally updates*
So sorry people! It's just been so hard to update! My mom isn't fond of me writing, apparently, but she'll probably come around. :3 Anyway, prepare yourself for a chapter of epic proportions! Also, a friend of mine (the oh-so lovely Misstress Melody) suggested I make Bakura Ryou's brother and then throw Thiefshipping somewhere into this. If you dislike Thiefshipping...well...you must dislike Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged and LittleKuriboh.
But, Deathshipping is first and foremost in this, so have no fear, Deathshippers! (Also, why the heck is it called Deathshipping?! DEATH?! WHY THE HECK IS DEATH IN THERE?!)
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~Anna (My friend Emily signed her name for some reason, lmao)
"No, stop! You'll regret it!" Ryou protested as the older male drew closer, putting his hands up in front of his face in a manner of self defense. "T-Trust me!"
"And what will I regret?" The man asked with genuine curiosity, pausing in his footsteps in order to hear what Ryou had to say. He sneered. "That I got a piece of a little cutie like you?"
"N-No, I m-mean that...if you touch me...it'll be..." The British youth swallowed with nervousness and willed himself to continue and say the one word he hated yet feared so much. "...rape."
"And why should I care?"
Ryou's eyes widened at the blunt and uncaring tone the man held, but pushed on nonetheless. "What if it was M-miss S-S-secret in my p-place?" Though his voice grew stronger, it lowered in volume. "Would you want her to suffer?"
This seemed to deter the man. The lust in his eyes faded, and to Ryou's shock, were suddenly replaced with tears that quickly found their way to both the man's cheeks and Ryou's shirt as the man held him close, sobbing.
"I'm so sorry!" He cried with anguish, clutching the boy tighter as if he was a life line to sanity. "I didn't mean to threaten you! I just miss her so much, and I-I..."
Ryou felt sympathy for the poor man and whispered softly, "You what?"
"I was jealous of you and Marik." He sniffed a little and leaned back, sitting in front of Ryou and wiping the tears from his face. "He found love so easily. True love. But me? I haven't met one person who truly cares for me. And now, since I've done this, Secret's going to hate me...no...no...NO!"
The man began sobbing again, rolling on the floor and clutching his stomach. Ryou would've moved to help him, but he was bound and could not. All he could do was offer the man encouragement and advice.
"What's your name?" The white-haired boy asked kindly, inching closer to the man who, only moments ago, had threatened to defile him. He couldn't help it. Marik had been in a similar state as this man had, and so he had a soft spot for such a thing.
"Subaru..." The man replied with slight surprise, wondering why the boy he'd kidnapped would ask him such a thing. He didn't deserve sympathy whatsoever, so why was Ryou being kind to him? And to think, he'd wanted to hurt the youth...
"Well, Mr Subaru, you didn't harm me, so I don't think Marik will be that angry." Ryou smiled brightly. "And Miss Secret will no doubt forgive you if I tell her that you didn't harm me and that you didn't mean anything you did. You were just sad and missed her."
Subaru nodded and offered Ryou a weak smile. "Thank you, Ryou. Hold on, I'll be back in a few minutes with food for you. You haven't eaten in awhile, right?"
Ryou nodded and continued smiling, watching Subaru as he exited the room.
He isn't such a bad person after all. He just needs a little love. (1)
"Well well, if it isn't the little cutie."
Ryou's eyes widened in confusion and slight fear (due to the lust in the voice) and turned his head towards the door way. Subaru's partner, who Ryou didn't know the name of, stood there with a piece of cloth in his hand and a small card board box in the other.
"Subaru been hogging you all to himself, it seems." The man remarked nonchalantly, a sadistic grin painted onto his features. "But, now it's my turn, and I won't go so easy on you. Subaru's rather soft, to be honest, so you probably can't take me, can you?"
The boy's eyes widened and he quickly began pushing himself away from the man, knowing there wasn't anyway he could negotiate with him. The man advanced, ignoring the pleading tone Ryou used as he begged him to stay away.
"Now, where's the fun in that?"
"Sabre."
The woman looked up in confusion. "Yes, Marik? I'm trying to speak with the police, but they won't answer."
"That's because the police station never listens to anyone."
Both adults turned their heads in confusion and looked at the door way. Malik, Marik's younger twin brother, stood there with a nonchalant look on his face. He was holding his school bag in one head and a medic kit in the other. The medic kit was obviously for the scrapes on his legs and face, which were bleeding.
"What happened to you?" Marik asked with a slightly worried tone, though he tried to mask the emotion. Sabre picked up on it, however, and sent him a smile before turning back to look at his younger brother with the same worried expression.
"The kids at school kept accusing me of being a terrorist.(2)" Malik answered quietly, turning his head the other direction so his brother wouldn't see the tears sparkling in his eyes. "...and so they beat me up. But not a lot, because they had to go somewhere else, apparently. "
"I'm so sorry..." Sabre whispered quietly, knowing how the the boy felt. She'd been bullied due to her light complexion, with her blonde hair, pale skin, and green eyes.
"It's fine." The boy answered with the most nonchalant tone he could muster. He then looked at his brother with a curious expression. "So, why are you trying to contact the police station?"
Marik looked at Sabre hesitantly, as if silently asking her if he should break the news to Malik. The boy was close to Ryou, after all. Sabre nodded slowly, not quite sure herself.
"Ryou's missing, but we know who took him."
"He's missing?!" Malik exclaimed worriedly, violet eyes wide with shock. "But why?!"
"Revenge, I believe." Sabre answered. She noticed Malik's confused expression and quickly smiled apologetically. "Forgot to introduce myself. I'm Sabre, one of Marik's friends. Pleased to meet you...Malik, correct?"
Marik smiled as he watched his younger brother and his friend shake hands. Malik had been far too young to know what had happened so many years ago, and so Marik never reminded him. It wasn't something his brother wanted to remember, no doubt.
"So, what are we going to do?" Malik asked softly, bringing his knees to his chest.
"Well, for one, you're going to have to stay indoors." Marik instructed firmly, rolling his eyes when Malik groaned with protest. "It's for your own good, Malik. If he went after Ryou, he might come after you."
"Your brother's right, sweet heart." Sabre added quickly, trying to convince Malik as well. The blonde still looked hesitant, despite their prodding. "I'm sure he knows what's best for you. We wouldn't want anything happening to you while we search for Ryou, right?"
The youth sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. But what do I do while you're gone? Won't I be alone in the house?"
"Aside from the plethora of servants and guards, no." Marik answered sarcastically, grinning when his brother glared. "Kidding. But, you could always stay with Bakura. He'd probably be glad to have you over."
"Does he know about Ryou?"
"Yes," Marik sighed with reluctance. "He didn't take it very well. You probably could 'cheer him up'."
"Alright, I'll go talk with him on the phone." Malik announced, bouncing up from the floor and running out of the living room. Marik smiled slightly and turned towards Sabre, who was smiling as well.
Wow! A non- angst-y ending! Amazing! *gasps in shock*
(1) It's like the tree from Charlie Brown! ALL IT NEEDED WAS A LITTLE LOVE! Learn from this people, learn. Most of the time, all a lot of people need is a little love. ^.^
(2) I know how Malik feels because I've gotten bullied for a similar reason. I'm French (I have an accent, so that's how people know), and every time certain people see me, they go, "We saved your people during World War 2, but where were you when we needed you?" And many other racist comments. Pricks. :P
Please review! I only have 1! ONE! Though it is from one of the greatest peoples ever, but still, I'd like more of you great peoples to review! Keep in mind that I'm only 12 and my first language was French, not English, so think before you type.