Wild: Okay! I'm gonna sit myself down and write a chapter now :D!
Snow: I actually get to write this time right?
Wild: Yeppers! And Talon gets to utilize her evil talents as well.
Talon: Sweet. I need to thank Fangirl4ver for her ideas on where this is going to go...
Wild and Snow: Thank God for that :3!
Snow: I have an idea for a sweet romance story next, my first puzzleshipper!
Talon: I know your ideas, and I'm up for a few suggestions... did anyone else notice that in the first Yu Gi Oh chapter ever Yugi doesn't wear a collar, but when he is possessed for the first time he begins to wear it and never is without it again? Food for thought.
Wild: Stop making perverted things out of innocent ones.
Talon: But its what I dooo.
Wildtalon Snow: I hope I am doing a good enough job keeping with continuity. I write these almost like one shots, with no real idea of what I'm going to do next... so SORRY if you read these in the future and you notice the chapter differences more quickly...
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Gi Oh... yep.
Warning: Non descriptive rape and sex (yippie)
Chapter 4: It Feels Like This
"Up you wretches! Get up!"
Ah, great. My favorite way to wake up after a long hard night of getting down to business... Iz's screams.
"Ughh... We're gettin' there!... Come on Ryou."
I open my eyes, and find myself staring straight into Ryou's eyes. He must have cuddled up to me last night at some point.
"Hey! Get off of me!"
Ryou grinned mischievously, "If I recall correctly, it was you snuggling with me last night!"
"Doubtful, but I'm sure Iz will be really pleased with us if we take our time."
Ryou rolled his eyes and began to crawl out of the bed. I noticed his tiny wince as he stretched slowly, testing his sore muscles. I wasn't too concerned though, he had had rougher...
"You two are moving to new quarters today, so move your asses!"
"WHAT?" Ryou and I shouted.
"Move iiitttt!"
Had I heard correctly? A new room after four long years? This could mean a new way to escape! Jumping swiftly out of bed, I swore softly as Ryou caught my arm as I staggered.
"Easy there. You forgetting last night already? Jeez, I know you're excited, but please!"
"Let go of me." I pulled my arm out of Ryou's grasp, not like I needed his help so much anyway. I should have been more careful. It wasn't as though I had been beaten raw or anything. Some part of me is appreciative of Ryou's concern though, no one else cares about me much at all.
I choose to ignore this little appreciation of Ryou though, and I hastily grab my clothes, throw Ryou his, and make my way to the little pool of water we were expected to wash ourselves in.
Frowning, I gaze into the pool for a second before quickly scrubbing my body clean. I was reminded of a time so very long ago... The scar still shone brightly on my face as a testimony of that time. I could wait. I would wait. My chance for revenge could be closer at hand with this "new room".
Clean and now fully clothed, we left the room we had been used to messing around in. Iz was waiting for us with a sour look on her face.
"Someone has desired you two enough to buy you from me." The look on her face darkens slightly. "I am in no position to argue with a royal, even though I am sure he may be making a terrible decision..." She glared at me, "You will behave and act accordingly to your position, or you will die. I will have your things brought to your new chambers later. I am to have you escorted immediately there."
Shortly after these words were spoken, we departed our old chambers for the first time in four years. Many hidden passages led in between the two areas and soon we were in a whole new area of the palace, from what we had been used to seeing. The walls were draped in dark fabrics, rich and exquisite. Heh! I have some itchy fingers right now, but I won't bother trying to get at anything before I know what I'm doing. It would be a waste of time anyways. Our new chambers were very similar to our old ones. Ryou shot me a slightly disappointed look, and I don't blame him. If this room had the same sort of layout as our old one, we were never getting out of here!
"I suppose you can make yourselves at home, and I also believe that this is goodbye. If it is not, I will assure that I WILL say goodbye to you. Get it?", Iz snapped.
"Geez! I'm sure we will be more than satisfactory." I grumbled.
Ryou looked apprehensive and asked a good question, "Who is it that has purchased us? They must be rich and important. I know just how much we mean to you." This was said in an obviously sarcastic tone.
"You will find out soon enough." She paused for a second, "I'm glad that you both have some spirit left. It will do you well in the future."
On this cryptic note, we watched Iz, our master for so long, turn and leave. No goodbyes were spoken, but we didn't like her anyway. The one thing she gave us was familiarity. Was this new master going to be even worse? If that were so, I am skeptical as to wither or not Ryou and I will be able to take that level of abuse for long. We would need strong spirits in that case, although her words could have also been those of praise, in some weird way of hers.
I began to explore our new chambers, checking for any openings or escape routes. Unfortunately, this room really was just like the room we had previously occupied. Small, slutty, and unfortunately extremely secure.
I yelled out in frustration, "Damn it! We are never going to get out of here!"
Ryou eyed me cautiously before approaching me and putting his hand on my shoulder. It was a kindly and rather akward moment between us for some reason, but I brushed him off and began to storm about the room looking for any sort of differences. It appeared to me, however, that this room was exactly the same as our old one. The only exit was the large, heavy, locked-from-the-outside door.
I settled myself down on the bed, and began to twirl my knife absentmindedly. AUGH! I was disappointed!
"At least we are staying together. Who ever bought us was nice enough to do that... Who do you suppose it is?" Ryou projected miserably.
"Someone rich and ugly probably. At least, I find that more likely..."
"Do you think it was Yami?" Ryou asked hopefully, "He seems kind enough, don't you think? You seemed to like him."
"Probably not. Yami would have to be really important to be able to purchase us... I imagine we are a rather expensive pair..."
I hated thinking about myself as if I were some kind of livestock, but I had been taught that I should look at myself in such a way. At least, if I wanted to know the perspectives of the people who insisted on hurting other humans as they did to Ryou and me.
Ryou settled himself down next to me, our bodies almost touching. His familiarity and silent reassurances made me glad he was with me. I felt... odd when it came to Ryou. He seemed to understand me, although neither of us had spoken of our pasts openly to each other. Ryou always seemed to know more than he let on. My mind begins to wander off about Ryou... What is he thinking? How does he feel about this situation? Does he feel some sort of strange affection for me too? I couldn't read Ryou at all, he was just so...well...
I wondered what it would be like if we were free, or if we escaped. Would he run off and leave immediately? Four years of intimacy, and I swear I didn't know a thing about him. Hmm, I probably need to communicate better. His amazing inner strength and mysteries were attractive to me, I want to break into his tomblike mind and steal what's there...
"What the heck am I thinking?" I suddenly exclaim, startling Ryou out of whatever "deep" thoughts were going through his mind.
"What are you thinking?" Ryou asked innocently, his annoyingly cute accent penetrating my ears.
*sigh* For some reason I wanted to be more honest with him today, I suppose that our newly broken routine was altering my own personal decisions as well. Yes, that had to be it. I had thought about Ryou often when we were in our room with nothing to do. He was a little like a puzzle, or game for me to figure out.
"I was thinking about you. Our relationship. I don't know..." I fidgeted awkwardly and sat up. "It's just that we know everything about each other physically, but we don't know much about each other mentally. It's like we live together, but don't. Uh... I... Hmm... I don't think we communicate very well"
"I was thinking about that too." Admitted Ryou as he sat up also, "We seem to lose ourselves in thoughts of unreachable goals, and just as we begin to come to conclusions...Reality crashes down again."
His eyes met mine. They seemed painfully sad and lonely. An impulse ran through me, and it was telling me to hold Ryou close. Should I give into it? My own loneliness seemed to be oddly reflected in his eyes. Would holding him close make us both feel better? So many questions racked my brain, and everything in the whole world seemed to hang on wither or not I held Ryou.
Slowly, I gave into my impulse, reaching out to wrap my arms around Ryou. I pulled him close and felt his warm, smooth, pale arms wrap around me as well. I put my head on top of his and breathed in his comfortable scent. This gentle and warm embrace felt better than many passionate ones under the speculation of strange pleasure seekers. Maybe... I could afford to be... soft sometimes.
Ryou broke our silence, turning his face upwards to mine our noses almost touched as he whispered, "Bakura... I think I-!"
The door made a loud clicking sound as it unlocked. Ryou blushed as he pulled himself out of my embrace. Yami walked into the room.
Grinning, he said "I see you have been making yourselves comfortable. I am glad. You are both now under my employment and, I am sure, will do your best to comfort me."
Jeez! This guy sounded conceded! He was spoiled, no doubt, and used to getting whatever he wanted. It sucked that he totally ruined that "moment" or whatever I was having with Ryou. It sounded as if he was about to tell me something important too. Well, I am relieved that it is indeed the kindly Yami who has purchased us. He is quite good in bed, I'll admit. I'm going to have to convince him to take it up his ass at some point though, I still have some pride!
"I will fetch someone to bring you something to eat, and to guard the door while I'm away. Bakura, I know that you have been a handful, and I am not afraid to employ some of the measures used on you to keep you in. Don't bother trying to escape, the room is exactly like your old one. Big old thick soundproof walls. I saw some of the things that they did to you in that place. Rest assured, I will not do those things to you nor let anyone else do them to you. Bakura?"
"Yes master?"
"I will come for you tonight." He smirked at the cheesy double entendre before heading out.
Ryou fell back onto the bed and laughed his pretty tinkling laugh in sheer relief. "Thank Ra, we have Yami as our new master. He's a good bloke at heart, if not a bit... eccentric."
I thought about bringing up the topic we had been on before our interruption, but something told me that if it was as important as I thought, it would be brought up again in time.
"I suppose."
"Stop being so down Bakura, I know you are relieved too!"
Ryou seemed too happy to me. He had seemed so depressed just before Yami came in. Damn, I wish I was better at reading emotions! We settled back into our thoughts, mine centered on the night ahead of me, and Ryou's... on... well! To hell if I know!
The evening came and Ryou and I ate the meals provided to us, some sort of stew- nothing fancy. The guard came in with it, he wasn't anything special in the looks department, but he paused on his way out and looked at Ryou sitting there busily with his food. Ryou had gobbled down the food and was absentmindedly licking the spoon up and down. I glared daggers at the guard as he noticed me watching him. I didn't like the way he looked at Ryou. I had been through the ringer when it had come to "partners" so I knew fairly well the difference between an "innocent" lustful gaze and a "run knives down your back to make you scream" look. I didn't want weird guys doing that to my poor Ryou. My? Ugh! No! I didn't want anybody to have to put up with that! Not just Ryou!
Annoyed with myself, I changed into one of my sexy outfits and sat down on the bed. The outfit I had decided to wear mocked a royal tunic. It was my own way of feeling like I was insulting the royal man who claimed to own my body. The rich silky fabric flowed smoothly over my skin, tight in all the right places. Ryou looked me up and down approvingly.
"Looks like you're all ready for your "date" with Yami. I think he will appreciate your extra effort in your apparel."
"Bah! I'm only choosing this to mock him. He only wants it off anyways."
"I know, I know!" Ryou spoke in his soft accented voice, "I wish we could just be free... Blimey, it feels like a pipedream now." His eyes dulled slightly in defeat.
"Why the bloody hell would you say that!"
I was shocked and slightly alarmed by his statement. When did he start to think that? Of course we would get out of here! We HAD to!
I grabbed his arm and pulled him close, so that my nose almost touched his. He gazed up at me in alarm, and I could see my furious expression reflected in his wide velvety brown eyes.
"The moment you give up hope, you will die. What's wrong with you? You're so strong I'VE even begun to admire you! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY PIPEDREAM?"
"I'm sorry!" squeaked Ryou, "I... I'm just a little scared... we've been here so long..."
I took a deep breath and let go of Ryou, "Sorry. I shouldn't have been so harsh on you. We just need to-"
"Keep a stiff upper lip?" Ryou smirked slightly at his own foreign phrase.
"Sure, whatever." I shot back, slightly annoyed that he had interrupted my speech.
That creepy guard that had delivered our food re entered the room and informed me that my new master was ready for me in the adjoining room. I quickly followed him as I was bidden.
My night with Yami flashed by in a fog of caresses, bites, and thrusts. He had yet again forced me underneath him and had his way with me. His heady exotic perfumes made me feel lightheaded and sleepy as he pounded into my body. Did I feel pleasure? I suppose, I didn't feel pain, yet my mind focused less and less on my surroundings. Something…perhaps… Everything was very wrong. A small twinge of fear and panic that didn't belong to me filled my gut. We climaxed, and after a brief rest, he implored me to head back over to my room.
A funny feeling of dread filled my gut as I was pushed back into my room. I couldn't think of why though at first. It couldn't have been my job? It hadn't been terrible tonight…
"RYOU!"
I shouted at the limp form of my partner on our bed. His breathing was ragged, and as I swiftly approached his bedside, I noticed many excruciatingly painful looking injuries. He lay on the bed completely naked, blood and semen ran from between his abused legs. Long knife wounds ran down his back, and small burns covered his chest from where candle wax had been poured on top of him. Bruises, bite marks, and dried blood stained his beautiful white skin.
We had dealt with each other's hurts before, but never had it been on this scale. Once, I had taken nearly this much, and I still had the scars to prove it. The problem was, I wasn't nearly as good a "doctor" as Ryou. A small first aid kit was in the top drawer of our cabinet for these sorts of emergencies.
"Kura…" Ryou moaned half consciously, "Please…help…me…"
"I'm here now Ryou!" My mind was in a panic as I fumbled with the bandages.
I prayed that his injuries were only skin deep as I applied pressure to one of the few cuts that still bled slowly. That was a good sign right? Most of his cuts had stopped up. He whimpered and trembled softly at my touch. Whoever hurt him this way is going to die. Fuck, If Ryou dies I will rip his fucking heart out of his chest and show it to him before he dies… No that would be too quick…
I was angry and scared; Ryou's breathing was steadying, but slowing down. He was whispering softly in his sweet low voice.
I was afraid.
So very afraid.
With trembling hands, I finished bandaging anything I could get to. His soft breathing sent pain into my gut. Why did he have to suffer? We had only just been promised that we were free from all of the psychopaths who touched us, well… except for Yami… But he was different…
Why was I so afraid? I had hurt and killed others before myself. I didn't really have any remorse for it, so why did the very thought that someone had come into our room and hurt him so badly… Hurt me? Life without Ryou… The idea hurt me more than any physical pain could. He was sweet, and I was bitter. He was the light to my darkness. His perfect body, his lovely face… What would I do without him?
I think I would just give up.
"Kura…" Ryou whispered.
I gently lowered him down onto his back, and he flinched squeaking with pain.
"You need to lie down-"
"I… need…tell…"
"Shhh, It can wait." Tears sparked in my eyes, and I lowered myself down next to him, wrapping the both of us in one of our thin blankets. He needed my warmth now, as his blood level was low.
Ryou turned his head slowly towards me and opened his eyes slowly, "Do you remember… what I asked… on the day whe…n we told each other we counted?" He seemed to weaken even more the longer he spoke.
"Don't speak." I whispered softly into his ear. I closed my eyes and tried to recall that conversation.
"What do you suppose it feels like to be in love?" Ryou asked hesitantly.
I pushed my face close to his and whispered.
"I remember what you said."
"I think it feels like this."
Wildtalon Snow: So sorry that this took so long, I hope you like this story so far! I just visited Japan for the first time, and it was great! School has also been super crazy lately...so I hope to get reviews! Thanks for reading! The next chapter will be better I swear! I'm working toward the climax.