Surrender to the Darkness

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Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. I don't own any of these cuties. Suing me would be a pointless waste of time since I'm broke and have nothing anyways (unemployment sucks). Credit for the title goes to Taryn (anime AndrAIa), because I'm lame and couldn't come up with one myself.
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Chris: Tigerlily, read the warning…

Tigerlily: Warning!!! This fic has:

-torture… sorta. Chris sucks at it so it's a sad attempt at torture.

-lots of bad words

-semi - major angst and darkness

Chris: If you don't know what yaoi is, then this probably isn't for you. Yaoi and shounen ai deals with male x male relationships.

Tigerlily: So if ya don't like that sort of thing do us all a favor and hit the bricks. If you do flame us for it, you will be torched. pulls out her trusty flamethrower And mocked on Chris's web page.

Chris: So, if you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all.

Tigerlily: So keep your damned mouth shut! You have been warned!!


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Chapter 7
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===Bakura's POV===

Ya know, the Pharaoh is a lot heavier than he looks. But then he does wear all that damn leather and metal… So, as a result, I have to drag his sorry ass down the stairs instead of carrying him. Alright, I'll admit it. Even if he wasn't so heavy, I'd still drag him down the stairs. It's kinda fun listening to his head hit each stair with a dull thud. Why am I dragging him downstairs you ask? You'll see soon enough and I'm going to have so much fun doing it. There is a method to my madness. After all, I've never been the poster boy for sanity.

After we reach the bottom of the steps I start to drag him towards the kitchen. I decide to leave him sprawled out on the floor as I go searching through the drawers for 'supplies'. Let's see… rope, cleaver, butcher knife, salt and matches. Well, that's most of them. I guess I'll have to go searching for the rest of what I want… I think I saw a baseball bat in Yuugi's room… Ra damn it! The little bastard is starting to wake up. I'm still not ready for him… guess I'll just have to punch him out again. Gee, ain't that a shame?

Now that he's unconscious again, I take a better look at the kitchen and decide it won't work for what I want to do. Oh well, lucky for me there's a basement. I take a quick look down and decide it'll work just fine. I run back upstairs to grab Pharaoh no Baka and the rope. I gleefully drag his sorry ass down the stairs and hog-tie him in the middle of the room. I then toss the other end of the rope over one of the exposed beams and hoist him into the air. I adjust him so that when he wakes up we'll be able to look each other in the eye… while he still has one that is.

I leave him dangling from the ceiling as I go search for more equipment. I manage to find a box cutter in the game shop, a nail gun, some bleach and the baseball bat in Yuugi's room. I decide that this will do nicely for now and run back down the stairs. I poke the little bastard awake with the bat and he looks far from pleased. Gee, I almost feel bad… no wait, that's the chilidog I had for lunch.

"Wakey, wakey you little fucker."

"Get me down now, Tomb Robber!"

Sigh. He's giving me orders again. Doesn't he ever learn? I step up even closer than I was before and stick my face so close to his that our noses almost touch.

"Do you like parties? I do. My favorite part is the piñata. Allow me to demonstrate."

I pick up the bat and start beating him with it. With each blow a sickening yet satisfying thud and crack fills the air. The only thing more satisfying is Yami's agonizing screams filling the air and echoing in the room. That's right you asshole, scream and beg for death. After 15 minutes I stop to taunt him and prepare for his next torture session. Ah, so many things and so little time. I have to make sure I don't get carried away. It just won't do if he dies now.

"Did you think I was just going to simply kill you? Oh no, you aren't going to get off that easy. You are going to suffer. You are going to feel the pain I feel because of you. You'll feel the same pain Ryou did and suffer a far worse death by the time I'm done. Now scream! Cry like a little girl and scream for death!"

I accentuate the last 2 sentences with another blow from the bat. And instead of screaming, he bites his tongue and spits blood in my face. When I wipe it off my face and lick my fingers clean, he gives me a horrified and sickened look before glaring defiantly at me.

"Okay. Fine. I guess we can move on to the next game early. I call this one pin the tail on the Yami… unfortunately I couldn't find a tail so I'm going to have to use something else instead."

I slowly walk over to my supply table, which is actually a crate pushed up against the wall. I pick up my very bloody dagger and walk over to him to whisper in his ear.

"You killed my hikari and Yuugi with my blade. It seems only fitting that you will die by it too… once I'm one of course."

I stab him in the shoulders, thighs and buttocks, twisting the blade each time. Strangely I'm not getting as much satisfaction as I thought it would. Not that it isn't fun… suddenly a new idea strikes my fancy. I cut his shirt and pants off. Hmm. He's surprisingly well hung. He could have made Yuugi a very happy little boy. Oh well. His loss, not mine. As I begin to lower the bastard down to the ground he begins to struggle in his bonds. It seems there's still some fight left in him after all. Well goody for me! I smirk ferally down at him and he begins to yell at me.

"Well, what now, Tomb Robber? Are you going to rape me? Use me like you would have used Ryou?!"

Red-hot rage fills my veins as I let his soon to be corpse drop to the floor with a thud and kick him in the face.

"Don't you dare say that! I would never have done that to Ryou! I'm not like you or your palace guards!"

I look down and see that the cold floor has given him a slight erection. Yes, Yuugi would have been a very happy little boy. I bring my boot down hard, grinding my heel into it. I'm rewarded with his agonized scream before I crouch down next to him.

"So don't flatter yourself, kaibutsu-sama. You aren't my type!"

"How dare you insinuate I or my palace guards would rape anyone!"

Doesn't he know when to shut up?

"I'm not insinuating anything, I'm flat out saying it you baboon. You may not remember, but I do. I remember what your guards did to me and countless other prisoners. I remember what you did with countless slaves. Do you honestly think anyone would refuse you and live? Of course they let you, even if they didn't want it. But right now, this is for Ryou."

I begin to slowly carve Ryou's name into his body over and over. His delicious screams fill the air as I idly wonder what to do next. I know what will be my 'finale'. But what to do next, I haven't a clue. Spontaneous torture has always been a fun and satisfying past time. It's almost like opening presents on Christmas morning, you're eager but unsure of what you'll get in the end.

"I'm not sure what to do next… What to do you think, Yami? Should I sodomize you with a red-hot poker? Or maybe, I'll just cut off your little soldier, shove it down your throat and duct tape your mouth shut! …I know!! Let's use you for target practice. I have a nail gun here, nice and handy…"

I shoot nails into his body randomly, but careful that I don't hit his face. This thing is pretty cool and fun.

"Quit squirming, pharaoh. You're fucking with my aim."

"Just wait tomb robber, you'll pay for this!"

"Sigh. Promises, promises. Don't you know by now that your threats mean nothing to me? I haven't a thing to lose now. You took the only person in this world that meant anything to me. Now you'll have to pay."

I stop my target practice and stroll over to the crate. I pick up the matches, the birthday candles and some more rope. Once again I bind his hands to his feet and begin tossing lit candles at him.

"You know, I've dreamt of this moment for five millennia. I swore that you would suffer and scream for death. I actually planned on spreading it over a day, weeks even. But now I just want to hurry up and kill you. I'm so torn… I suppose I'll just have to torture you some more until I'm bored. I must say, you are a disappointment. I thought it'd be a lot more fun to torture and kill you; not that it hasn't been, just not as much."

"Boo-fucking-hoo!", Yami snarls at me.

"Yes, that's right. Boo-fucking-hoo, you get to die a hellava lot sooner than either of us planned. This ends now. Any last words?"



===Yami's POV===

I always knew the tomb robber had it out for me long before I killed his pretty hikari. I just never thought he'd beat me. Me, The King of Games!! I'm not supposed to lose! It's my destiny to always win. Pharaoh's don't lose. There's a rulebook somewhere I'm sure. And if I have to lose, why do I have to lose to HIM?! If I'm going to lose, I'd rather lose to Kaiba. At least he's a worthy opponent… even though he does cheat. C'mon, do you honestly think its luck that he can pull all three Blue-Eyes to summon his Ultimate Blue-Eyes? No! He stacks his deck. The heart of the cards is with me and my lackeys… I mean friends; not some cheating jerk-off. It would appear I'm going to die now… but that's what I wanted all along. Somehow this isn't what I had in mind though.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I can't let you kill him just yet. I need to ask him something first."

What the fuck? I guess the gods are still on my side after all. But who the hell is she? And what the fuck does she want with me??

"However, once I'm done you can kill him at your leisure. After all, I can't blame you for wanting to. I'd do the same if I was in your place."

She smiles so sweetly, as if she was talking about the weather and not endorsing my demise. Ra, that's scary!


Chris: crawls out from under a rock Well, it's me again. I'm sure you're all quite annoyed with me by now but please don't kill me. puppy dog eyes I had major writers block and the chapter kept coming out really crappy. Well it's still crappy but you should have seen it before. It was sad. I had the image of what Bakura was doing to 'poor' Yami clearly in my head (still do), unfortunately it wouldn't transfer to the paper. So in the end, I kinda copped out and just spit out what I could. Which is also why this chapter is shorter than the others were. I feel so ashamed but I really wanna finish this; which is why you have the chapter before you. Once I got this out a lot more came flooding out. I even got a little written for Torture 101 and started a whole new fic. ¬.¬ But it's for Fruits Basket and it's not going up until this is finished. Um, anyway… Chapters 8 and 9 are typed up and ready to be betaed. I'm halfway done with chapter 10 and hopefully I'll be finishing this up soon. Gomen nasi, minna. I'll try to do better. So, if you're still willing to keep reading till the end, thank you. gets on hands and knees and bows So please don't leave and try not to hate me too much.

Tigerlily: Okay we know the drill. pulls out plushie bag This chapters plushies are a talking Bakura plushie and a hog-tied Yami plushie. Bakura says… [pushes the tummy]

Bakura plushie: I love torture. [tummy pushed again] I love parties. [tummy pushed again] Piñata's are cool!

Tigerlily: And there you have it. Okay now, please review so Chris knows you don't entirely hate and despise her at this point. If you don't, she'll know that no one cares anymore and will take longer to post updates even if they're done. So go forth and review my pretties! [cackles insanely] Um… okay… yeah.