-1Lee: Hello! Thankyou my lovely, cuddly, nice, loveliest, cuddliest, nicest reviewers in the world! I realise this is a long chapter… I think. Ok, so I'm not too good at keeping to what I say. Ah well, I have variety and that's good.
Disclaimer: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! How many times do I have to tell you? I don't own YuGiOh, any other anime, any of the characters, I don't own the plot (not that I'd want to seen as Bakura is defeated) and I don't make any money! The only way I make money is from my job… that I don't have.
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The Era of Adversity
Chapter 7: System?
"Hurry up," said Bakura impatiently, watching Marik drift along aimlessly behind him.
"What's the rush? Scared Malik and the boy are-"
"No."
Marik chortled, but let the conversation go. They were only a few blocks away from the apartment where Malik and Ryou were, but- thanks to Marik- were getting nowhere fast. Marik still seemed high from playing with the boy they had found on their journey. Bakura thought it was an ugly boy, but Marik didn't seem to think so. As a result, Bakura had been left to his own devices for a whole hour.
"Are you still thinking about that boy?" Bakura asked, reaching through a shop's shattered window and retrieving a small chocolate bar.
"Yes," replied Marik, catching up with Bakura at this point, "Why didn't you like him? He was so pretty!" Marik motioned for a piece of the chocolate bar, only to be greeted by the wrapper.
"Go get some of your own… and he wasn't pretty. He was too conceited for a mortal."
"No he wasn't, he was trying to be brave!"
"Exactly. What's the point in a human trying to be heroic against us?"
Marik sneered, catching Bakura's wrist and gnawing his earlobe, "You're so wicked, Bakura. I like it."
"Gerroff-"
"Sure the boy was pretty. You outclass him and everyone else by a mile,"
"Glad you feel that way." Bakura replied, wafting Marik away.
(Flashback)
"Aah Bakura. I've had many slaves- in that sense too- but you outclass them all. You are The Purest Form, the bounty of all sexual relief. Born upon this world to please… and that's just what you will do!"
Bakura shrieked in the silence, the pain gripping him like a tight belt. His teeth were bared and his eyes jammed shut, while brackish tears plummeted down his cheeks. His breathing was hoarse and his fingers attempted to let out the pain and tension surge that blazed through his body by clasping his Master's shoulders mercilessly. "Y-you'll never get away with this… you'll p-pay…"
His Master's laughter overwhelmed Bakura's roars of pain.
(End of Flashback)
"Hey Bakura, wrong way." Marik pulled Bakura's wrist again, taking him down the correct street, "And I thought I was delusional."
They arrived at the apartment a few minutes later, and, standing outside the old, grey door, Bakura clasped Marik's arm. "Hear that?" he whispered.
"No." Marik tried for the doorknob, but Bakura pulled him back and stuck his own ear against the door. He began to snigger.
"What is it? I can't hear anything!" complained Marik.
"Keep your voice down," Bakura ordered, moving his ear up a little, "Come here." He pulled Marik against the door, and then pushed his head to it.
"I hear it!" Marik squealed under his breath, "Oh God Bakura… it turns me on! It's Malik and the boy, right?"
"Of course it is!" Bakura snapped.
Marik licked his lips and pressed his ear harder, "But it could be some other Fiend that's got in."
"They all know Malik is ours. They wouldn't dare." Bakura salvaged a cigarette and lighter and then, taking a puff, shoved Marik away from the door and opened it quietly. Marik growled, but followed all the same. They sneaked through the kitchen as quiet as mice- a gift Fiend's were born with- and were met by a squawk from Malik.
"Bakura!" Malik had jumped from the sofa and stood like a lemon in the middle of the lounge, his chest bare and his pants unzipped. Ryou was laid on his back on the sofa with his shirt off and Bakura noticed his chest was heaving rapidly. Malik began to stutter after zipping up his trousers, "A-a-a hi! I-"
"Have fun?" asked Bakura curtly.
"Sounded like it," added Marik.
"I can justify this," struggled Malik, scampering after his two companions who marched back into the kitchen. Bakura sat on top of the counter with his cigarette and watched Malik squirm uncomfortably.
The three were usually faithful to one another, defying these rules only when torturing a human. Their term for this was 'fooling around' and it kept all emotions (Lee: Yes, I do believe I said emotions… oh come on, Fiends can have them too right? Let's not make them feel left out!) and jealousy controlled. It also kept the three from harming each other in physical ways, which made them stronger and more resistant from other Fiends.
Bakura knew Malik was clement and hardly ever 'fooled around.' This was also how he knew- from now- Malik would be attached to the boy, eliminating any possibilities of liberating him. Not that Bakura really wanted to… after all, the boy was "pretty" as Malik or Marik might put it.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I got carried away, and I won't make excuses." Malik blurted, "I won't do it again. It wasn't my fault though. He enticed me."
"That's an excuse," said Marik.
"It was his eyes! They're big and they were talking to-" Malik stopped when Bakura put out his cigarette and walked past him and back into the lounge. "You think he's angry?" he asked Marik.
"Not as mad as he feigns." Marik replied reassuringly.
Ryou sat on the dirty sofa, trembling. He had put his shirt back on hurriedly, thinking he was definitely about to get penalized. Well, he had made out with a creature! A Fiend! A soul of the darkness! Yet he didn't feel dirty, or wrong or… repentant. He felt renewed, or as if he had achieved something. His only thoughts now, however, were the other two. What were they going to do to him? Maybe he should try to escape now? No, it wasn't possible. His feet would not budge, like they were influenced by his desires.
Desire was such a dangerous thing!
"Boy."
Ryou jumped. The white haired Fiend had entered the room alone. The first time Ryou had seen this Fiend was only a few moments ago when he had walked in while him and Malik were on the sofa. Ryou was speechless at how similar this Fiend looked compared to him. The only complete contrast Ryou could tell so far was the fact his other was so dark. He looked cruel and heartless, sexy and attractive, mysterious and refined- all in one!
"A-a-a-" Ryou couldn't help but gawp as the other came close enough to kiss him, leaning his hands on the back of the sofa and causing Ryou to sink into the back cushions. Their eyes met while the Fiend spoke, "You are to stay in this building, which means no trying to escape. You understand?"
Ryou nodded his head quickly. His fingers had gripped the sofa edge without him realising it, and now they were paler from blood loss. He kept his lips firmly closed, fearful of initiating any improper sound. This Fiend was agonizingly more desirable than Malik, Ryou thought, why couldn't there be more humans like this? Why did he have to fall for creatures? Who would most likely discard him after they were finished? Why was it always him?
"If you try to escape, you will fail." continued the Fiend, still staring intently at Ryou, "We may be more dangerous than most things you would find out there, but I think you're on the safe side for now. That is… if you comply with our system."
"S-s-system?" Ryou kept his voice quiet.
"You'll find it out as we go on. What we do best." Bakura sneered and moved his head a little further forward, coercing Ryou's head back into the cushions more. Then Bakura stood up straight and Marik came scurrying in, "Bakura, I'm hungry!"
Ryou whimpered a little at this, which received a smirk from the Fiends. Malik then entered and put on his shirt. Ryou didn't think he had been chastised, as the Fiend showed no signs of fear or regret.
"I'm not going to eat you," said Marik, laughing, "WEEVIL!"
Ryou watched as a small, insect-like creature came scuttling from a tiny door behind the sofa, one which he had not noticed before. He was looking at this when the creature stopped and began ogling at him. Ryou stared back, unsure whether to be worried or…
"No Weevil, don't tie him up." said Malik calmly, sitting down on the sofa next to Ryou. Bakura had hopped onto the back of the sofa, his feet on the arm.
"How can serve me, Masters?" said Weevil in a monotone.
Ryou realised his grammar wasn't really correct, but didn't think it was best to highlight this mistake as Marik began laughing again, "We've taught you well, Weevil!"
Ryou noticed Malik had slunk into the sofa a bit further and closed his eyes, while Bakura watched Weevil a little cautiously. Ryou watched this, wondering why Bakura would be suspicious of the little insect, when the Fiend's gaze shifted and located his own. Ryou looked away rather hurriedly.
"I want a steak and… some pork chops. Four big ones. And two lamb chops." ordered Marik, counting on his fingers, "With some kebabs. Chicken and lamb ones. Three of them. Big ones."
"Will that be all, Master Marik?" droned Weevil, his eyes flitting from Ryou to Malik, then to Bakura almost as an afterthought. Of course Bakura was staring back.
"Yes, it will. And be quick; my stomach can't take much more."
"As you wish." Weevil scurried away.
"Tired, Malik?" asked Marik, sitting down in front of the small cabinet and opening it to reveal DVD upon DVD upon DVD.
"No." replied Malik, opening his eyes which lit up when they saw Marik at the cabinet, "Are we watching a DVD?"
"Yes! A gory one!"
"No, I want to watch Mary Poppins!"
"Poopins, you idiot."
"No, it's Poppins."
Ryou wondered why they got so fired up about a DVD, but then it dawned on him they were Fiends after all. Having lived in the darkness all their lives they had probably only just discovered technology, which was an exciting thing. Malik and Marik began squabbling.
"Bakura," Malik whinged, "Tell him. I want to watch Mary Poppins."
"It's POOPINS!" cried Marik.
"No, it ISN'T!"
"We'll watch Chainsaw Massacre." confirmed Bakura, bounding off the sofa and picking out the DVD from the cabinet. He set the DVD in the player that was hidden and pressed play.
Ryou hid behind Malik's shoulder quite frequently, which was much to Malik's delight, although he too was hiding behind Bakura's shoulder. Marik sat in front of the TV, eyes glazed with passion of the film. Every now and then, he would roar with support for the madman.
He had completely forgotten about Weevil.
Who wasn't in his room cooking meat for Marik. In fact he was far away, running into the night.
Heading for Akefia.
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Lee: I think my endings are just TOO COOL! I like to leave cliff-hangers, if you haven't already noticed. I think I've done one for almost every chapter… maybe. Has anyone been to London? Random question I know, but I want to know what The Eye is like to ride on… yes, I live in England but I have never been there! HA! C.B.A I think now I've written this, it is clear where the plot is heading but I won't say anything anyway, hehe. What does C.B.A stand for?
Bakura: If you want to live… you'd review.
Marik: I'm going to come and EAT you!
Bakura: Marik… I always knew you were more insane than me.
