As I re-read this chapter, I almost feel like I'm recreating what has happened to Bakura and Ryou on Formspring. Well...actually I kind of did. Just a few things like Dartz pulling Ryou up by the hair or him really being kidnapped in the first place! Ah well...
~Reviewers~
- Midnight and Maspurade 1928: Hmm. Here is the new chapter.
-MaliksLove: Oh, I get what your saying. Here, let me clear it up a little. If you have Bakura, Ryou and Zorc, Ryou is the hikari and Bakura fused with Zorc is the yami, correct? Zorc had taken over Bakura when he was Ryou's yami so Bakura wasn't even really around. Now, once Zorc was destroyed, Bakura was free and that just left Ryou and Bakura. Now, if you have Marik, Malik and Yami Marik, look at Yami Marik as Zorc and Marik as Bakura. Malik's hate created both Yami Marik, who was the evil force in Battle City, and Marik, who is actually his true yami. Yami Marik took over Marik so that Marik wasn't even around but once Yami Marik was sent to the Shadow Realm, it was just Marik and Malik.
I'm sorry if that doesn't make much sense but in the next chapter, I'll try not to make Malik seem so bland. He has a very strong purpose in this story, I assure you, just right now it's so focused on Yami Marik and Marik. Oh and Yami Marik really is the yami to both Malik and Marik, not a fusion of Marik and Malik. He's really just a fusion of Marik and Malik's hatred.
Does it kind of make sense now?
Yugioh is not mine.
~Flashback~
"Come out; come out, wherever you are…" Bakura said in a playful, sing-song voice as he scanned the living room, his reddish-brown eyes shining with mischief. When nothing happened, he was about to turn around and go search some other room when he heard a low giggle from behind the couch. Smirking, he silently strolled over to it.
"Hmmm, I wonder where my little Ryou is…" he asked, mocking a wonder-filled tone. He once again heard his young light giggle and he chuckled himself. Finally after a few seconds of circling the front of the couch, Bakura let off a roar of triumph and lunged at his hidden hikari.
"I got you, Ryou!"
The white-haired light squeaked before he scrambled out of his hiding place and just out of reach of his dark. Running towards the kitchen, he let out another squeak as his extremely fast yami managed to cut off his escape route and tackle him to the floor. Ryou let out a grunt as he felt his dark's body crush his against the floor but it transformed into laughter as he felt Bakura slip his hands underneath his shirt and start wiggling his fingers up and down his bare sides mercilessly.
"N-No, Bakura! Hehehe p-plehehehese…n-not that! Please!" He cried out through his laughter, squealing in delight as he felt the torturous fingers travel up and start pinching his neck, a spot Bakura knew was sensitive for his hikari. This caused said hikari to go wild with high-pitched laughter. "B-Bahahahakura! Nooo! Stop i-it, I-I can't take it!"
Bakura smirked as he watched his hikari squirm underneath him. "You're too cute, little one." He said before he chuckled sadistically and increased the tickling. However, once he saw that his light's flushed face was turning an unhealthy shade of red; he took pity on Ryou and slowly withdrew his hands from underneath the striped shirt. Sitting back, his eyes shone with adoration as he watched his hikari slowly get his breath back.
Once he was finally able to breathe normally, the white-haired teen sat up and shot his yami a half-hearted glare. "I hate it when you do that."
Bakura smirked, his half-lidded eyes shining with amusement. "I know, but it's the only way to get you to laugh." He said, poking Ryou's pale nose playfully.
The pale hikari huffed before straightening his shirt and lying on the carpet, his arms stretched out by his head. After a few minutes of silence, he turned to his dark and whined. "I'm tired."
The thief raised an elegant eyebrow. "Then go upstairs and go to sleep."
Ryou shook his head, reaching his arms out towards his yami. "I'm too tried from your torture. Carry me…"
Bakura rolled his eyes but there was a small smile on his face. "Come on now Ryou, you've got two legs that aren't broken. Use them for once."
However, that's when Ryou unleashed his secret weapon, one he knew that no one not even his yami could deny; the puppy-dog eyes.
One of the tomb robber's eyes twitched as he watched his precious light somehow enlarge his already huge eyes to be nearly the size of his head while sticking out his bottom lip cutely. "Pleeeeeeeeease, 'Kura?" he asked in a sweet and soft tone.
Bakura sighed in irritation before he slipped his arms underneath Ryou and hoisted him up as if he weighed nothing. "Fine, fine. I hate it when you do that."
Ryou giggled "I know, but it's the only way to get you to do what I want." He said, bopping his dark gently on the nose.
The thief smirked at his lover's chosen words. "Touché, little one."
The brown-eyed light giggled before resting his head against the strong chest of his darkness. "I love you, 'Kura."
Bakura looked down at his half-asleep light before smiling softly. "And I you, Ryou…"
~End Flashback~
The white-haired hikari whimpered as the feeling of joy from the fond memory soon disappeared the minute he remembered where he was. He once again tried to pull his arms out of the cuffs but cried out softly as a jolt of pain shot up both his numbing limbs as he tried to move them.
"'K-Kura…" he whimpered, his eyes watering as his lover's name played in his head like a broken record. He wanted Bakura; he wanted him to find him and protect him and gather him up comfortingly in his strong arms while whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
The pain of being separated from his dark had suddenly become too much and instantly, the white-haired teen began to wail pathetically. He didn't care that his dark probably couldn't hear him or come and save him; all he wanted to do was cry.
And cry he did. Tears came pouring down his cheeks as his sad screams became louder and more frequent. He once again struggled against the cuffs but cried out even more when the familiar pain bit at his restrained arms.
Finally, after some time, Ryou's cries quieted to light whimpers and his overflowing tears trickled down to small streams. However, he was now shaking quite hard and was still trying to pull his arms down despite the pain it caused.
Taking in a few deep breathes; he closed his eyes and laid his head back down. However, before even a few seconds went by, the door opened. Ryou's fearful gaze shifted over to the open door and his heart sank as he saw the sadistic Atlantian stroll through.
"You've got a fine set of lungs there, little Ryou." Dartz said, chuckling when the hikari whimpered once he got too close.
"Please…"
"Unfortunately, I cannot have you screaming into the dead of the night. Your yami might hear you, you know?" the green-haired immortal continued on, acting as if he had not heard the white-haired teen at all. Standing up, he proceeded to lay a piece of rope across a hook on the ceiling.
Ryou's eyes widened. "W-What are you…?"
"Why, punishing you of course. I can't have anyone hear you, little one." Dartz said before he reached over and undid the shackles around the hikari's wrists and ankles, pulling him close once he was free.
Brown eyes stared up at him fearfully. "I-I though you said you wouldn't hurt me…"
The Atlantian chuckled before brushing a piece of stray white hair away from the tear-stained face. "Oh, little one, this will only take a moment…" he said before he gathered up Ryou's thick hair and wrapped one side of the rope around it. Taking the other end of the rope, he pulled it down and watched as Ryou's body rose in the air as the rope pulled him up by his snowy white hair.
The hikari screeched as he tried to put his feet on the ground. It felt like his hair was slowly being pulled out of his scalp and it hurt. He tried to put his arms up to find the rope and relieve some of the pressure but he sobbed in protest as Dartz forced his arms behind him, chuckling sadistically as Ryou squirmed and writhed in pain.
"Are you going to scream anymore, little Ryou?"
"I won't scream! PLEASE! Please stop it! It hurts, please!" the hikari cried out. Dartz smirked before he released his hold on the other end of the rope and watched Ryou fall to his knees, tears pouring down his face.
Untying the rope from around the thick hair, Dartz slowly pulled the young teen into his lap and started to gently massage the now tight skin of the boy's scalp. Ryou shrieked in pain for a moment before the pleasure of what the green-haired immortal was doing finally set in and he involuntarily moaned softly.
"There, that feels better now doesn't it?" Dartz cooed, letting his fingers rub in gentle circular motions. In all truth, he didn't want to cause the little one pain. However, he believed firmly in punishment and unfortunately, he had to deal it out to the hikari today.
Ryou groaned softly as he felt sleepiness start to take a hold of him, his half-lidded eyes becoming hazy and glassy. Dartz noticed this instantly and chuckled. "Getting tired there, little Ryou?"
The white-haired teen blinked up at the Atlantian. It was true that he hadn't slept at all since he woke up in the warehouse. He had been trying to keep himself up by thinking of happy memories between him and Bakura. However, he was getting very drowsy and Dartz's ministrations weren't helping him stay awake.
The Atlantian didn't wait for the hikari to answer for he swiftly gathered him up and laid him back down on the bed, shackling up his wrists and ankles again. Ryou didn't struggle, merely closed his eyes the minute his head hit the flat pillow, his body desperate for some sleep.
Dartz watched the hikari for a moment, waiting until he was sure the little one was asleep before he stood up and swiftly made his way to the door. Looking back at the now slumbering Ryou, the green-haired immortal shut the door and locked it behind him.
"Are you sure this is where it is?"
"Yes Malik, for the fiftieth time, I'm sure. Now shut up."
The tanned hikari narrowed his eyes but stopped talking. He and Bakura had been traveling for only a few hours and had easily reached their destination before midnight. Now, they were creeping around as Bakura tried to look for the same door he had entered in through last time.
"Bakura, have you found…"
"Malik…"
"Alright, alright, I'm shutting up." The tanned teen grumbled, growing a little bored of just walking around and doing nothing.
"Thank you." The thief muttered, still checking each door to look for anything familiar. He finally recognized the chipped door with the blood splash in the top right corner. Sighing in relief, he opened it as slowly and quietly as he could before he started to creep in slowly.
"Come on Malik; and for the love of Ra, be careful."
The lavender-eyed hikari looked at the yami suspiciously but then shrugged it off and walked with the tomb robber through the dark corridor, glancing around every once and a while.
"Bakura…are you sure my yami would have brought Ryou here? I mean, it's almost too obvious…" Malik stated.
The thief stopped in his tracks before sighing softly. "I know. But what choice do I have? I must save my hikari, Malik. I can't let him drift away from me."
The tanned teen blinked before he sighed. "I understand, Bakura. That's why I'm here for Marik."
Bakura turned at looked at him. "I know, Malik. Just…don't get excited. The Marik we know is buried deep in his own mind while another controls his body."
Lavender eyes widened slightly. "What? How can you tell?"
The thief unconsciously gripped the Millennium Ring a little tighter. "It may have lost almost all its power after the Ceremonial Duel, but my ring can still pick up evil energy. It senses a dark force inside of Marik, the same that was present in Battle City."
Malik's expression didn't change. "B-Battle City?"
Bakura nodded. "I don't know what it is but…we have to find those two fast." He said before he quickened his pace. Malik let out a noise of surprise before he quickened his steps as well.
"/So, how does it feel? To be absolutely helpless? To have to sit here and watch what is happened to those you care about? /"
Marik didn't even look up. Due to the position his arms had been in for the long period of time, they were completely numb and shaking. The wounds on his stomach and back had also gone numb, probably because of all the blood he lost. Dried tears were still clinging to his face and as he faced his tormentor with a look of pure hatred, his "yami" laughed cruelly.
"/I thought you would have been stronger, Marik. I didn't know a couple scratches could bring you to your knees like this…/"
The tanned yami blinked before he let out a sound that sounded like a whimper, mumbling out something.
"/Sorry? I didn't quite catch that…/"
Marik's lavender eyes had begun to water again as he looked up again, this time desperation in his eyes. '/Do to me whatever you want. J-Just please don't hurt them. /'
Yami Marik snickered once again before he roughly grabbed his other's chin and forced their eyes to meet once again. Taking in the look of defeat and sadness on the mirror face, he snickered once again before plunging down and crashing their lips together.
The youngest yami's eyes widened and he began to struggle. Whatever he thought his "yami" was going to do to him; this was nowhere near anything he had thought of. He cried out as he felt the darkness bite his lip harshly before thrusting his tongue deep inside his mouth, abusing him in a whole different way.
When the evil entity pulled back, he chuckled darkly at the look of absolute confusion on his "hikari's" face.
"/You are mine, Mariku. You are mine now and forever. I'm not going to let anyone, not even that pathetic thief stand in my way for that. Now, it's time to have some fun with that little white-haired mortal… /"
Bakura continued on, checking each door and each hallway to make sure he wasn't missing anything. Malik followed him obediently, glancing around and looking behind him constantly.
"Are we almost there, Bakura?"
"Yes, we are."
The tanned teen nodded absentmindedly. They continued on walking until Bakura spotted the same door he had gone through when he had first seen what Marik had become. Silently motioning for the hikari to stay silent, he crept closer to the door. Once he had reached it, his eyes narrowed and blazed with determination. He threw open the door…
…only to have his eyes widen at what he saw.
Yami Marik had obviously sensed the Thief coming for he had reached Ryou before the tomb robber could. The Millennium Rod's dagger was resting threateningly against the now awake Ryou's neck and a dangerous grin was playing on his lips. The hikari was whimpering in fright, scared and confused. The darkness chuckled when he saw the thief and Malik standing in the doorway, shock clear on their faces.
"Well well well, fancy meeting you two here…"
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