Welcome kiddos to Chaotic Calvary! That of which I write drunk and depressed at 3 a.m. Anyways, it's been a few months. I will try for every two months to upload. I'd love to write a chapter monthly but hehehe
Songs featured or referenced to in this chapter are: Human- Sevdaliza, Lose control- Missy Elliot
To the review corner!
Thor94: This is the chapter where I included that scene you wanted lol. But honestly Yugi would slice them in half if they tried anything with him. Yet I tried but I wouldn't call it smut, so sorry!
Guest: Eh we can only hope the dingus (Bakura) can help. But thank you! I try to make sure there's a balance of tragedy and comedy to keep things interesting.
Without further adieu, the next installment of Chaotic Calvary!
Bakura stood in awe. The ceiling shone like diamonds. The marble clicked and clacked with heels of dolled up women and impressive me.
Looking to those who attended, he could see a limo with a large bundle of fabric sticking out. Out popped a Kisara.
She stood in stark white. Her dress was big, flaring from her bodice, pinching her at the waist. Her breasts were held high, displayed like convex meniscus in the tight corset. Despite this, her dress was simple, lacking much decoration.
She stomped towards him, then stopped, turning around suddenly.
A stilettoed heel came out the door. Malik came out, as eye-catching as usual. He wore a navy vest and bloomers combo. Under the vest was a white high collared, long sleeved blouse, that of which was adorned by lace and ruffles. He put on a small hat that was as gaudy as he was. It fit right before his ponytail.
It was not til he strode to Kisara did he notice his coattail's length, it slightly trailed behind him.
Bakura lifted his hand in a act of acknowledgement. The blonde took notice, looking his way.
"Good evening."
Bakura rolled his eyes, "In character already? Always a damn actor."
His half lidded eyes strolled off before them, "No…this is business." There was a sense of excitement about him though. A hopefulness in his eyes. Yugi explained on the way here they did actually enjoy the parties.
Bakura turned to see Joey dressed as an aristocratic gentleman, top hat and all. Under the hat, his hair was slicked back. He held a cane in hand for prop.
"Impressive."
He grinned, "I know! I look like a million billion bucks!"
"That's not realistic but okay."
Yugi cleared his throat, calling their attention, "Here, it's EuPHORIA."
No one noticed the imp. He needed a bell or something.
Each weapon instinctively presented their wrists, expressions bored. One by one he administered the unheard of drug. More for Malik and Joey, less for Kisara. Yugi stared at Bakura.
He stared at the pink substance.
"Mandatory."
That didn't help much.
Fuck. Oh well.
Yugi snuck him with the needle. Bakura felt it immediately. Heat.
Malik screamed.
Yugi ripped the needle out, skillfully, "WHAT!"
"A chandelier!" He cooed.
"I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR DAMN HEAD OFF! YOU'VE SEEN THEM A MILLION TIMES!"
"Never quite as beautiful as the first time…it fell on me."
"Nothing is as magnificent as that first time when the chandelier fell." Joey shook his head in awe.
Bakura peered down at his arm seeing the needle half empty.
"I'm going to swing!" The blonde ran away, laughing.
Yugi took chase to stop him.
Kisara cracked her neck making a loud noise forcing Joey to cringe. Bakura would have made a comment but he was more concerned about the overwhelming heat he was starting to feel.
"The drugs are strong huh?" Joey chuckled.
"I guess."
"You know you can, I don't know…be honest."
The teen sighed, "Why would I do a thing like that?"
"Because of my skills." He trapped Bakura in his eyes, then pointed to his own feet.
Hips thrusting up into the air, hand grabbing his dick. His hands flapped around in a rhythmic way. He spun into a twirl, suit jacket flowing.
Bakura gasped.
It was him.
The almighty…Michael Jackson…
The Michael before the skin bleaching, nose job, child touching incidents.
He was back…
Joey never stopped looking into his eyes, dancing to no music. For the music was in their souls.
"Shammon!"
Kisara shuddered, quivering with lust, "Stop Joey! Too intense!"
He continued though. He had to reveal he'd been reborn. He had to prove the dancing god was in him! There was only one way… the moonwalk.
He robotically moved forward, then by the power of an infinite being performed The sacred move!
Bakura felt tears in his eyes, never knowing true beauty til this occurred.
"This is god."
Joey threw his hand east, west, then towards the north, "OOO!"
Kisara panted, "Welp, there goes my non-existent virginity."
Bakura dropped to his knees in amazement.
"Believe in me," He slowly approached him, glowing, "Hide no longer in the shadows." He said.
"Okay!"
Yugi ran back over, "Come!"
They looked at each other.
"Buy me dinner first."
He glared at all of them, "Volkov would like a word."
They sighed, following him. The hallways were long and identical. The marble was polished brightly. Bakura almost couldn't believe this place was abandoned.
He peered ahead, Volkov stood next to a solemn Malik. A slight pout adorned his features.
"The Japanese Branch! Lovely to have you here."
They didn't speak.
"Please do as you know best. Mingle, chat, the festivities start in an hour." He flashed them a smile all too sinister.
"Yes sir." Yugi said.
He turned as if to walk away, Bakura wouldn't let him.
"You tried to kill me. That game was not how any other weapon was initiated!" He took a step forward.
The large, bulky man faced him. Leering a foot above the teen.
"The times are changing. Aren't you the perfected weapon?"
"The kids with me weren't." He growled, as the boy with the bright eyes flashed in his head.
"I merely evaluated you."
"What makes you think I haven't been? Malik told you I'm a weapon."
"Unless from Anabel, why does it matter? She should have sent a report." He looked down at him, "Quite suspicious she didn't."
"The only suspicious thing here is your cologne."
"Watch your tongue-"
He felt overly confident, "No watch yours. I plan to remove it."
A flash of white came before him. What the-
Kisara blocked his punch to Bakura's face. Her hand gave a loud shattering.
Bakura gasped then glared at the husky oaf.
"We have guests to greet." Malik noted, trying to bring them back to reality, "If bruises appear it could cause questions."
Volkov glared back at him, "Smart poppet. They dressed you well, maybe your attire will please the donors as much as it does the guards."
Bakura scoffed, snickering, "Some nerve, you throw him to the damn wolves then say it was the way he looks! It's your fault it pleases them so much, they'd give up IF THEY COULDN'T TOUCH HIM!"
"I have few nights of feeling like a human and not a sex toy. This is one of those nights. Do not call me Poppet." He clenched his vest close to him.
"You talk to me so casually." The brute of a man, stomped closer, "THIS BRANCH MUST HAVE LOST ITS DAMN MINDS! ALL OF YOU WILL BE PUNISHED-"
Malik's eyes turned red, "Do you value any life here tonight?" His ponytail appeared spiky.
He stopped, confused and angry.
"Do you value money at least? I'll cause this building to collapse. I'll take the oxygen molecules from every stone. I will bury the HWC's wallets." He smiled, "Or I could walk away, we drink champagne, waltz once or twice and call it a good night."
Bakura glanced ahead at Volkov.
"Let me do what I do best. Let me manipulate people!"
The man stood high and mighty, "How can I evaluate such a thing?"
"In the donation quantities after this event."
He smirked, "What could you possibly do that you haven't done before?"
"Actually try~"
They stared at each other. Competition. It lights fires in people's heart. Driven by pride.
"Go. I expect astounding feedback."
Malik briskly strode away. Yugi made haste yet stopped to indicate to follow him. They took chase after hesitating for too long.
They ran to the double doors containing the banquet.
"I don't see him."
Kisara shook her head, "Stage."
Attention seeking= stage.
"Brilliant!" He yelled, running again. Bakura and Kisara refused to run again.
"Worse plan ever."
"Worse plan ever: inviting you."
Yami, Duke, Akefia and a disgruntled Vivian stood in the doorway of the Russian branch's quarters. Bags of shaving cream ready to terrorize their enemies.
"Duke, did you invite her?" Yami groaned.
"Hell no. She keeps following me."
"I can come if I want!"
"The fuck you can! Get outta here."
"No…I'm bored."
They stared at her.
"Should we tell her babysitting is 10 bucks an hour?" Akefia scowled.
Duke chuckled, "I'm 90% sure her mom can't afford it…she's dead."
"Mine too."
"Oh my god, same…are we orphans?"
"Dude, I wanna be the ones from Annie."
"It's a hardknock life for us!"
Vivian cut the conversation before the musical number, "What's the prank?"
"Putting shaving cream on everything."
"… that's it? Are you five?"
They glared at her once more.
"Who invited her? Duke, was it you?"
She screamed at the repetitive speech of stupidity.
These party guests sure were festive. They abided the dress code. Some wore masquerade masks.
"Look, there." Kisara whispered into his ear.
Bakura glanced forward.
"Is that Yayuna Rika?"
"Yes, the Japanese politician who's big on climate change."
"Why is she here?"
"She comes for the human wellness creation. And him next to her, that's a gang leader responsible for the human trafficking of thousands a year. He's here for the human weapon creation."
Bakura listened intently.
"The HWC is both. One side doesn't know the other exists."
"So?"
"Don't sink your teeth into the calf, when there's a larger cow just beyond it."
He stared at her, "Look, I get it. Not everyone is bad but…HWC is still the bane of my existence."
"Your stupid mole is mine but I don't glare at it."
He touched the mole on his chin, "Fuck you!"
She opened her mouth to rebuttal-
"Ladies and Gentlemen!"
Everyone's eyes sought the stage.
"Woah, it's Malik Ishtar."
"His costume is so stylish!"
"Absolutely stunning!"
He smiled into the crowd, "Good evening! And thank you for your continuous support of The HWC!"
The crowd promptly clapped.
"I feel so," He sniffled, striking response from the onlookers, "positively overwhelmed that so many would give to a cause such as this! It puts my mind to rest knowing this world is being protected by so many willing to give time and money to help those less fortunate." He pulled off his hat, "I might not always say this yet I thank you all from the bottom of my heart!" He bowed, dramatically.
And everyone ate it up. Cheers and declarations of love arose from the sea of people.
"Yet may I ask one thing of you all?" He smirked, "Make this night the best the HWC has ever seen!"
Loud music, suddenly blared from the speakers behind him. The lights dimmed.
Wild dancing emerged without shame.
Bakura looked to Kisara.
She was, wtf! Why was she taking off her dress!
"Grr! I hate this shit, I can't move!"
Phew! At least she wore a blouse and bloomers underneath. Though he had a feeling she wouldn't care. Her vulgarity reached new heights lately.
"Boy, go do things."
"Like?"
"I don't know, twerk or something. I'm going to have sex in bathroom."
"Uh."
She gave him a sideways look, "Oh. You can't not move while on euPHORIA. It starts to attack your body."
… he really hated the HWC.
"It keeps us productive."
He scowled, "Anything else?"
"In your case, don't have skin to skin contact. Your brain's receptors are far more sensitive to touch. Touching fingertips might lead to the walk of shame."
"Shouldn't you also be wary?"
"No I like sex in general so they don't give me much but with this stuff in my veins," A lewd look washed over her stoic face.
"Leave already." He croaked.
She did not before kidnapping the closest man.
Bakura sighed in annoyance yet went on his way to find a nice corner- he wasn't supposed to stay still. But he was a wallflower! Ugh!
He paced the floor, looking for anything worthwhile. Moments later he arrived to the promised land. Glasses of champagne sat in a pyramid formation, awaiting someone who dared disturb the balance.
Bakura was that someone!
...
Not really, he waited until someone else took the first glass then he swooped in for 2nd place.
"No alcohol."
The teen choked on the damn booze. He coughed it out into the glass.
Yugi looked unamused.
"Fuck you!"
"EuPHORIA will take care of that."
Shithead munchkin.
"Why! I earned a drink!"
"You just shut up and drink your apple juice, young man!"
"Hell no!"
Bakura felt an arm around his shoulder, "Let em drink Yug!" Joey intervened.
"But he's too young!"
"I know but look at dat wittle face!"
Yugi scoffed. "He looks like a bulldog."
Bakura was very tempted to drench him in the champagne in his hands but he knew he'd soon regret it.
"Joey~"
A few older women stood by. They held themselves with grace and experience.
"Come watch old films. I hear they have your old training videos."
He blushed, "Oh c'mon I wasn't that bad!"
"Worse. Come play, it's in room 233." She winked at him, tickling underneath his chin.
He giggled yet quickly regained his composure, "Sure."
"See you!"
Yugi and Bakura stared at him.
"What! Hot, older women like me!"
"We see."
"I can get you a date!"
"Thanks but I could literally be their son with the age gap." He said. Truthfully, he could be their grandson.
"Boo you, they're great. I'm going to chill with them. Come by if you want." Joey, a little too excitedly, ran off.
Yugi sighed, "Bakura you help me greet guests."
He hated that idea, "I like old women."
"I didn't ask, let's go."
Duke, Akefia and Yami stood in wait as Mila, a Russian branch weapon, got ready for bed. They snickered to each other. Vivian was dumbfounded by their stupidity. This was FUN for them!
"Look!"
The woman sat on her bed.
"Omg do it, DO IT!" Yami scream whispered.
She lied down, flopping her head onto the pillow. White fluff shot up.
"What the hell?" She seemed thoroughly shook, "What…is this…Shaving Cream?!"
The men had to mask their giggles. Her eyes followed the commotion.
"DAMN YOU!" She screamed, standing.
"HAHA STUPID!" They sprinted away.
"Can we slow down?"
"No. I have a busy schedule!"
"Then I'll chill here."
"NO BAKURA YOU KEEP TRYING TO GET ALCOHOL."
"YUGI YOU ARE BEING VERY ANAL ABOUT THE SITUATION!"
"I'LL SHOW YOU ANAL!" He kicked open the door to the next stop.
Malik lied on the floor legs sprawled out. He panted, surrounded by amused and haughty viewers.
"I didn't plan that." Yugi whispered.
"Like hell I believe in coincidences like this." His eyes traveled back to the disheveled blonde. Stockings were ripped, a bad sign because Malik hated messing up stockings.
"Malik?" The albino called.
"Ba…Bakura?" He panted, wincing.
"All I did was kiss him too long." A man cackled, making others join in his giddiness.
Bakura marched towards him. He was going to punch the holy hell outta-
Malik swept him off his feet.
"Let's play, eh?" He cooed, pouncing on him.
They fought for dominance. The Egyptian bore teeth, in an attempt to bite him.
"Get off me!" He yelled, "Yugi!"
The small man ran over to help. A woman blew her smoke into his face.
He swayed and his pupils dilated. A small smile appeared on his face. His knees buckled yet a few guest grabbed him and began stripping him.
"What the hell is that!" Bakura demanded.
"This one is feisty!"
"Aw, they are usually so compliant."
"Maybe it's just an act? I actually like it."
They laughed.
Bakura surveyed Malik, his eyes were just as wide as Yugi's. He kicked him away, crawling backwards.
"Stay back." He warned.
Another voyeur blew smoke in his direction.
Malik's body palpitated, writhing. He grabbed the closest pant leg, whimpering.
Bakura felt disgusted. What the fuck was going on! He felt his mouth water. Shit, he was going to puke.
He began to sweat, the heat was getting stronger.
There was a faint smell of spices mostly coming from the voyeurs. Maybe it was whatever they were smoking.
"Go fetch the white haired one, Yugi."
Yugi sluggishly stood up, walking towards him.
"Come oooooon, they just wanna say hiiii~" He slurred, laughing.
"Fuck off!" His back hit the wall.
"Shush." His small frame hovered above him.
Yugi gripped his shirt collar. A certain fear made him paralyzed, helpless. Not a muscle moved.
Help. FUCKING HELP!
He closed his eyes, the hands kept touching, roaming, invading. Pulling, tugging, ripping. Laughing, moaning, panting.
Leave me alone. Disgusting. Disgusting!
Malik laughed in his ear, "Come on, have fun!"
Yugi nodded, grabbing his face, "Yea. Everyone is being so kind, it's very rude of you." His eyes turned red, "Ingrate."
Bakura was held down on the floor, "Stop this! Yugi! Malik! Come to your senses!"
"Hmm. No."
Shit. This..this was…
He felt the familiar hands on his body. They felt wrong so, so wrong.
"Just be good for once, Bakura!"
"Yea, ugly, or you might get hurt~" Malik's nails pierced his flesh.
"Get off!" He squirmed, he needed to be free, "Get OFF!"
"Shhh, Bakura. Go to sleep."
"Mommy, why can't I move! Mum, I'm scared, please!"
He was hooked up to a scary machine.
"It's a dream, dear. You'll wake up soon."
He squirmed, "LET ME GO! MUM PLEASE!" the small boy cried, "MUMMY IT HURTS PLEASE!" He screamed.
"GET OFF ME! LET ME GO!"
"I like his attitude!" They laughed.
He thrashed, "LET GOOO!" He could see his mother staring at him. Her cold eyes morphed into the ceiling.
"STOP IT! STOP WATCHING ME!"
The giant orbs narrowed.
"SET ME FREE! STOP IT! LET ME GO! Mum…please." He closed his eyes. Scared of her gaze.
"Why did you wake me?"
He jumped in shock, eyes shooting open. Black hair covered his view.
"Why did you wake me?"
Bakura sat up, feeling a weight roll off him as he moved. He saw a head before him, oozing blood.
He bit his lip, instead of screaming. He held in the commotion best he could.
A yawn resounded from next to him.
"Runiharu?" He stared at the man. His long black locks were brought into his lap. The bags of exhaustion surfaced on Malik's features.
"You woke me." He rubbed his eyes, sleepily, "Jun, too."
He turned his head to see Yugi- no Jun poking a torso.
"You're an idiot. You do quite extraordinary things without the intent. Most people call them geniuses, I call them fools. You are a fool."
He just stared at him. Just like Yugi but with red eyes.
"Cut right at the jugular vein. Are you that lazy Runi!"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Oh my, the stench of humanity. It reeks of filthy human. Fuck," He coughed, "No, no, no. I'm returning. How fucking atrocious." He hyperventilated then fell over.
Runiharu scowled, "Overdramatic germophobe. Anyway, can I go back to sleep now?"
Bakura realised he was being addressed, "Yes but…I didn't call you."
He yawned, "You're a blade?"
"Yea."
"We operate and communicate through the soul. Your wavelength sent a message to us." He dozed off then jolted up, "Stay calm. We stay dormant for a reason and your panic made us do…this."
Bakura actually looked around. It was a bloody mess that reminded him of the massacre in his school.
"My panicking made you wake up?"
"Yes?"
"Isn't Bloody Mary always in a state of high emotions?"
"We block her out. She's annoying." His red eyes met his own, "You…what's your blood type?"
He blinked, "My what?" He immediately felt breath on his neck, "Ah!"
"Blood type?" He asked, leaning over his shoulder to look at his face.
"Bloody hell! Ever heard of personal space!"
His body disintegrated, reforming before him. His face appearing inches away, "No. Expecting people to keep imaginary boundaries is presumptuous."
"Ugh, I'm AB."
"Selfish blood. Take all, give none except to your own." He observed him, "You have a barren room."
"Do I?"
"An empty soul." He whispered, "Are you dead inside?"
"Yea, definitely." He laughed. He realized that was a Malik joke and no one else would laugh.
The shadow-like entity reached out his hand, bony and decay. Bakura watched as the hand touched his forehead.
"What?"
"What a dreary way you view this world?"
Shocked to see, tears pouring down his face, "Why are you crying?"
"Is that what you see? The real question is, why are you?"
He stared down at himself to see droplets falling onto his shirt. He didn't even notice.
"But-" Hitched breath caught in his throat.
A mirror. He must be in a mirror.
"Quit the games." He whispered in awe, looking directly at…himself.
"No game. It's your inner self."
No. He was stronger than this image. Crying shamefully. Weak. Alone. Those cold eyes, finally showing emotion. It wasn't him.
He clenched his fists. He hated it. He hated it!
"It's you."
"No it's not. It's a sappy version of me."
Runiharu was at his side, unblinking eyes confused, "Is that how you see yourself? He's only a reflection of you."
Bakura scoffed, "Bullshit. That part of me died."
The image turned to ash, gathering themselves into blackened hands, "Jun was right, you are a fool."
"Why don't you go kill other partygoers or something!" He couldn't stop himself despite knowing Runiharu woke to help him.
The lethargic look in his eyes made Bakura remember his earliest question.
"You can return to sleep."
"Hm. Okay." He hummed, "This is a big accident. I should have cleaned a bit, I think Malik is going to spazz about this mess but I'm tired."
Before Bakura could think of a reply, he slumped over slowly removing traces of ever existing. His hair fell out and grew in blonde. The bags under his eyes faded away.
Lilac eyes slowly opened, peering about then filling with tears.
A deep, shaky breath.
"What…happened?"
"I'll write you again very soon, sis. Love your big brother." Mai read aloud.
Serenity sighed, brushing her long locks, "He's so sweet, I love him dearly."
"Your brother and you are quite close, it's a beautiful bond." The woman sat the letter down on the nightstand.
She smiled, "I'm forever indebted to him. I could never repay him for caring for me all those years ago. And I wish I could…" The smile fell from her face.
Mai sat next to her on the bed, "Mon petit ange…"
Serenity touched her cheek, "Mai, I really miss him. It's my fault he's gone!"
"He left to protect you. He left out of love."
"I know but…Mai, you wouldn't right. You-you won't leave me right!"
"No I-"
"Mai, I love you! I love you so much!" She sobbed, throwing her arms around her waist. Mai could feel the tears pour down her chest.
"I love you too." Just not in the same way…
"Thank you!"
The woman didn't know how to comfort her. There's nothing she could say to give her peace of mind. She merely held her, lulling her softly.
This gentle embrace was all she could give and it made her feel like a fool.
"Turn on the fan and the speakers."
"Why?"
"I'm going to curse out the HWC and I want to stay cool while doing it."
"Malik calm down, you idiot. You're being rash!"
He turned to Bakura and Yugi, "They used me, and I'm being rash?" He exasperated.
"They always do it when you're aware! So what? They cop a feel while you black out. Shouldn't you want to be unaware!" Yugi growled, "What's different now?"
Malik slammed his fist on the table, "Everything! I feel so betrayed." His voice hitched, "I-I…" No. Don't shed a tear. "I thought I was something more…"
"You know-"
"For tonight at least, I thought people wanted to see me." He scoffed, "Not the crazy, scandalous image they turned me into." He gripped his hair, "I guess I just wanted no one to treat me like a damn sex icon! Hah, I guess this proves I can't escape the role I was given."
"You disillusioned yourself…it's your own fault. Why would things change for a night!"
Malik stared at him, "My…fault." He nodded, "Yea…it was."
Bakura scowled, "Like hell it was! How can you blame yourself for that! They drugged you, you knew no better!"
"Yet I trusted them…even for just a night I gave them my faith." Those lavender eyes turned dull, "And I shouldn't have."
The blonde scoffed, walking away.
Yugi gasped, "Where are you going! The auction hasn't-"
"If I'm not back, tell them there's no restrictions. The highest bidder will abide by no rules."
One foot sloppily in front of the other. The grace and elegance of his walk had disappeared, forgotten in garish costume, high priced wine, and foreign cigars.
Bakura gazed at his fading silhouette.
"Do not chase after him." Yugi sighed, "Let's finish this fiasco then we can all go home."
"He's not looking too hot."
"Maybe that'll do him some good."
The albino sighed, "He might be reckless."
"Let him handle himself! You don't have an obligation to him."
"Of course I know that."
"Act like it!"
"Yugi, why not just prevent a problem before it happens!"
"He is a man. He knows to behave. You're merely just feeding off his pheromones, that's why you're concerned."
"What? His pheromones?"
Yugi nodded, "Him and Duke release the same pheromones that effect the body positively. The smell they emit is close to the effect truffles have on mammals." The small man looked at his watch, "Annabel did it."
"Why the hell would she? So they smell good after a workout session."
Yugi ignored the sarcasm, "Truffles are the most expensive gourmet ingredient for a good reason. Their smell drives people wild, the pheromones are a potent aphrodisiac. They both give off a lewd or attractive smell depending on the person." He started walking, "Malik doesn't like being near Duke because he says he stinks. 40% of the population are sensitive to the chemical release, he's apart of that percent. He states it's like rotting wood."
Bakura huffed, "The point, Yugi?"
"It's your body, not your brain. Don't concern yourself so much. Let's go so we can finish this mess."
I felt sick, faint even. In my head, I knew it was impossible but my brain said Malik you are upset and will feel it! Stupid right. I wish it would stop. My head won't listen. Beg and plead, no one listens.
My ankles hurt, geez they are being crushed by gravity so of course they would. I untied the loose, sloppy laces, sliding down the leather.
I was exhausted. Really, I was. I was in pain, and it didn't feel good. The last time I admitted that I was tortured until it did feel good.
My body wants to revert back to its original state. I can tell. The HWC wants me to stay slender and smooth yet before the regeneration procedure my body was hairy and muscular. I was growing like a weed, racing to reach adulthood before they could rip it away from me.
A futile attempt.
I could see the moonlight. I slowly approached the window. The gleam was bright as hell. She, the moon, was shimmering, holding gossamer sheets of light that engulfed all my thoughts.
That bitch always did upshow me.
I wanted a better look, outside there was a stoa leading to the parking. Best place to see the sky. I made sure to look around. I didn't want to be bothered or found.
I just wanted a little chat with her. A few party goers saw me and giggled at my shoes in my hand.
I gave a curt smile of acknowledgement and kept moving, hugging my vest close.
Assholes. Were they looking down on me?
Oh well. It was a bit cold for the outdoor corridor with no shoes. I think it would be okay though.
A freezing breeze hit me immediately. Shit, maybe I miscalculated.
I stood by a pillar of the structure, I could ignore the frost on the stone column.
The clouds moved past and the moon was brighter than before.
"Hello." I greeted, pulling out a cigarette, "Been awhile. You're still as radiant as ever though." I reached for a match in my underwear band but I remembered they were long gone. A boiling rage hit me then subsided.
"You know, you have it so good up there! No nuisances and only a few men stepped on you, footprints look awful on anyone. Of course, they are monitoring you but they back off once they get too close to your dark side." I checked the many pockets of my costume, "You can't blame them though, you're pretty."
Shit I couldn't find not one match.
I gawked up at her, "Why do you have to look solemn? The somber ones surely miss out." Plopping onto the icy stone, "Me? I'm overtly the opposite. I have to be." I gave up on the delicious nicotine.
He jumped off the stairs, "My real personality was bad. Daddy told me so. No person would fight over, give up so much money, or develop borderline obsessions over the real me."
"Malik, eat your food."
His family sat around the table, each member sitting on their pillow.
"Why do they touch me?" I asked, I wanted an answer.
Big brother choked on his juice.
Father looked across the table at me, eyes fierce, driven with passion, "The donors?"
"Yes."
"For money."
I picked at the rice, "Am I a prostitute?" I saw his eyes widen, "I read it in a book. They sell their bodies for money."
"They do."
"Papa! I'll go burn the book right away!" Sister stood up from the table.
"No." He said, simply, "Malik…you are not a prostitute. You merely give your body as a sacrifice."
"My butt hurts, let's find someone else."
Sister was visibly shocked, mostly in fear. Not for me yet of my words.
"Talifi, hush."
"No, walidy! I'm tired of this! I don't want to live like this. I want to be normal! It's total crap that I have to do this for a dumb organization!"
"Malik."
"WALIDY, I'M 10! I WANT TO BE A NORMAL KID! NO STRANGE MEN, WEIRD NEEDLES, OR NASTY PHOTOSHOOTS! I KNOW THIS ISN'T RIGHT!" I cried out, "HURTING CHILDREN ISN'T RIGHT!"
"My son, ibni. I see you have learned to value life."
Tears poured down my face, "I have walidy!"
"I see. Others matter to you." He walked around the table.
"Yes!"
"Such a courageous, outspoken boy. Such a bold heart."
His sweet words, like lyrics, made me smile.
"Big mouth and feeble mind." His large hand gripped my shoulder, "No one likes someone who speaks their mind. Raising your voice like that…absolutely repulsive. The tears should never leave your socket or they become like they are: ugly."
"Are you my father or my modeling agent! Do you care!" I screamed, pushing him away.
A sharp sting lit it's path across my face.
"That was unsightly." He hissed, "Hmph Hathor was borne through the carcass of the chaotic Sekhmet. She drank of the beer and pomegranate, dyed like the blood she sought after. Born anew from her digressions, she became the goddess of beauty."
Father looked so happy as he grabbed the knife that was sitting far too close to the candle.
"Walidy! Please, please!"
"Maybe if I carve it into your flesh you will remember. It will…sink in. Yea. That makes sense." I was forced onto my stomach. Every kick or punch left Papa unscathed.
"HOW!"
"Shhh."
I could feel the flesh melt and the steel blade lacerate my skin. I felt faint. My eyes wouldn't close. I felt sick. My mouth was dry.
"Papa said my scars were beautiful. He advised I'd take suit if I was smart." I tip-toed on the stone path by a pond, "I did, I became beautiful. I realized there's not much else but following the path destiny has planned."
Demi-plié. Demi-plié. Finale grand plié, "I abandoned that young, angry me for this me! And I…don't know what I am now. Or what I'm like but. I'm making Walidy proud…sometimes."
My legs moved from memory as I danced ballet. Not my preferred dance form yet it felt right, "Things happen for a reason. There will always be consequences to actions. And this a punishment for my wrong deeds!" Foutette.
"For sin is not erased with mere sorrow yet pain. All those I have harmed, hurt, and killed add to the tally."
Papa, mama, sister, brother, "Justice must be served, dues will be paid, retribution will prevail." Spin, spin, spin, arms held high, "This pain is my penance. See, this is how I make it up to them. My suffering will put them at ease. Everyone is gone because of me so why should I be happy?"
I smiled, it was nice to talk through my thoughts, "And once these sins are washed away through my pain…then we reach divinity."
"Ms. Moon, fix your face or you'll go through the same thing. You have to smile through your tears. You have to gently kiss the lips of those who force you to submit. Kill whom you must with a smile. Only the fools, see pain as pain."
She shone above me, giant and wonderful.
"Too bad she can't reply. I doubt she even would."
I smiled at that familiar voice.
"Catch me, lover!" I immediately fell back, trusting him.
Large arms caught me. I looked to see his bodyguards. Hehe close enough.
"Did you perform?" Seto Kaiba asked.
"No, I just forced myself to greet people."
He grunted, "Lazy performers get no encore but here."
I was a bit surprised when a man walked over with a bouquet of primrose. Plants were my favorite thing to care for. Quiet, pretty, and dependent. I loved ones that needed me, ones that had to be cared for. They were precious.
"Thank you, Kaiba."
"Don't, they've been overproduced, the extra will go in your greenhouse."
Was he fucking dumb? I gave him a face to tell him he was fucking dumb, "You are fucking dumb. These grow in cold weather."
He was shocked firstly then went back to stoic, "I don't care about a damn plant."
"Put those beautiful living creatures in my greenhouse and I'll put YOU in a bodybag!"
He scoffed. Neither of us was serious.
"Excuse us." He said to his guards.
They stood by the entrance.
Kaiba sighed, "The mission."
I rocked on my feet, "Going as planned. I just need to get to the power plant but I'd need more firearms."
"You know what to do." He stated.
I nodded. I did know. Just needed time.
"The ballet."
I looked at him.
"It's not your forte." He was being awkward, "Not what you usually perform."
"I know. I never studied it, just copied it. I don't like imitating things."
Seto nodded, "Lying?"
"Yea, it feels like lying." He remembered I said that before. How nice.
"Can't be too deceitful with you pouring out your sorrows to the moon."
I smiled, "She wouldn't tell a soul."
"It's a rock."
"She is stone-faced. Like another person I know." I cooed.
His jaw clenched, "You irk my existence."
"Mm~ do I make you tremble to your core?" I teased, "Do I make you randy, baby?"
"Is something wrong?"
I felt my face drop, "Huh?"
"You don't act like this hypersexual marketing strategy with me."
I thought I was usually flirty.
"You do in fact flirt but this is just…"
I leered at him in anticipation.
"Just yuck."
I was afraid if I laughed, I wouldn't stop, "I feel great now." It didn't take much to make me happy, I liked that about myself. I really truly did.
I was always in high spirits with sharp wit.
"Kaiba," I almost forgot, "I need the favor." I sighed, it was such short notice, "Tonight."
Yugi walked on stage, beside a stoic Volkov.
Bakura stood backstage with Joey trying to fix Kisara's hair.
"You sweated your curls out!"
"Useless. The only things I need is fists and tits."
He huffed, "Please stop talking!"
"Kisara, no one wants to hear about your night."
She side-eyed him, "Yours any better!"
The images popped into his head, "Nope. Proceed."
"So I fit 3 men's pen-"
"My night was great! I don't remember much but it was a killer game of Yahtzee."
Bakura knew it was best not to tell him those old crones had their way with him.
"Hold your liquors better."
"Hey, I wake up refreshed so they all say they took care of me. Blackouts are a side effect of EuPHORIA, so everyone is very understanding."
Bakura bit his lip.
So this is what they thought after the party. It was much better than the truth. A world away from the truth.
"Hello, it is time to end this party. I know it usually ends a bit later yet due to unforeseen circumstances we will be shutting our door early." Resounded Yugi's voice from the stage.
Whispers erupted.
"I know it is quite a shame but we will proceed with the auction as planned."
An advancing glimmer caught Joey's eye, drawing out a flirtatious whistle.
"Woah mama, ya killing me with those legs." He hooted.
"I know Papi." Came the coy reply.
Kisara and Bakura followed his gaze.
"Nipples." She blurted out.
Malik smirked, "It's a sheer top." He strode to the stairs, train flowing behind him. He was in a white one piece consisting of a mesh top, gold embroidered corset and draping behind him. The asymmetrical design left the legs open to see, the defense against nudity was a small pair of white satin shorts that never made it pass the thigh.
The boy raised an eyebrow, "What are you up to?"
"Just entertaining. Joey, could you be a dear."
The man stood by the stairs, handing him a microphone, "Which should I do?"
Bending over, now face to face, "You will feel it. Just make me pretty."
"Easy."
Plump lips pecked his nose, "Good boy." He cooed.
Joey was off.
"Wish me luck, darling." He strode onto stage, exciting the crowd.
Kisara and Bakura simultaneously granted him luck only to result in a glaring match.
"Why would he call you darling, virgin dick?"
"Are you actually pinning for a guy you call brother, perverted hag?"
They both left backstage for front row, pushing and shoving each other and guests for a close up view.
"Why stop the party, boys!" Malik laughed, obviously using his theatrical voice.
Yugi turned to him, his face showing disgust at his sudden appearance. He wanted to go home!
"An inconvenience you started!"
The crowd was audibly curious.
"I should not have to be seen in ripped stockings!" He swooned, "I had to change my whole attire! Doesn't this look better!"
The crowd hooted and hollered.
"This is so much more comfortable. No rips yet all leg~" He jutted out his smooth, chiseled leg out from under him.
"I love you Malik!"
The scream was met with an airborne kiss, "Call me, babe!"
Yugi shook his head, "We're starting the auction."
"Not before a little song and dance. Who'd like a little more fun before they go!" His request was answered and loud bursts of excitement, "The tribe has spoken! I'm sorry you two, you have been voted off the stage!"
Laughter arose from the mass of guest. Yugi scowled, sighing.
Malik whispered to him, "It will be quick. Just to make sure the auction goes fine."
He nodded, understanding, "Do as you need."
Volkov smirked, "I'm sure you will all enjoy the performance of our favorite bird. Break a leg."
The look in his eyes meant that last part.
Malik put his microphone in the stand. He glanced upwards, the lights glowed with a yellow aura. Joey.
The spotlight was on him.
"Are you ready?"
The crowd cheered.
"I SAID ARE YOU READY!"
Bakura covered his ears from the vocal response of the crowd.
The music started. A soft tune erupted in the room.
"Nothing...
I am, I have
I breathe... in and out."
Any movements, or sultry looks were pure manifestation. Hands roamed looking for a sense of satisfaction. Some divine intervention lying underneath bone and flesh.
"I own a heart
An ear and an eye
I've only been here one time"
Quick skilled hands abandoned the train of the garment. Then abandoned the mesh top. His hair was released. There, at that time, stood something strange.
It's passing me by
Been in and out
And in front of my judgmental eyes
My precious disguise
Business so cold
Can't cope with my own
How to not fail"
Bakura watched, zombified. Mesmorized by swaying hips and beckoning eyes. His conscience swayed.
"I am flesh, bones
I am skin, soul"
Hips rolled without breaks. A snake being charmed, no, he was a snake charming humans. He sunk to the floor on his knees. Rolling backwards, body arching in the air, falling on his palms and knees.
"I am human"
He crawled forward, on the prowl.
"Nothing more than human"
He outstretched his arms to his sides. They contorted rhythmically.
"I am sweat, flaws"
The more he moved the less human he looked. A dizziness was in the air as eyes followed the pulsing muscles.
"I am veins, scars"
He swept his leg around him then kicked it above his head.
"I am human"
Falling backwards onto that leg, he flipped on his knee. Then stood tall and confident.
"Nothing more than human"
Claws covered his face as his head twirled opposite of his hips.
I am flesh, bones
I am skin, soul
I am human"
A fork tongue seductively licked his forearm upwards. Fingertips lying gently on mistreated lips.
"Nothing more than human
I am human"
His legs spread wide. He whipped his upper body forward, hair flying with him, then body rolled back upright.
"I am human."
Heels click clacked to the end of the stage. The music stopped, "Do you hear me?"
No one moved, all eyes were on him. And they wouldn't move until he commanded, "You look so tired." He extended his hands towards the crowds, "Leave your mind to me."
"It seems to be working."
Bakura shakily met eyes with cold black orbs. Runiharu blinked his wide eyes.
The boy couldn't move though. He felt consciousness slipping away.
"Shhh, leave your mind to me."
"You stuck in there?" His decaying hand touched his forehead, "Come out now."
He felt like he was ejected from a speeding car. He was afloat, transparent and glowing. Like he wasn't in reality.
"What…Am I a ghost!"
The tired man tilted his head, "Is that how you perceive yourself?"
"Yea."
"Oh. You have been very influenced by humans. They can't see very well." He brushed his flowing hair out his face.
Bakura looked down at Malik, "He's doing this?"
"Yes. He's manipulating them."
"With the dance? How?"
Runiharu furrowed his brow, "How would I know that? It's not my skill."
"True." He looked up, the eyes of his mother were gone. The cold, bitch eyes disappeared from the room. Possibly the world.
But he knew they'd stay in his dreams.
"I know...it can't be now but can I ask you something in the near future?"
He looked a bit shocked, the only emotion he'd seen from the man other than annoyance or lethargy, "Uh, yes. Just call my name near Malik."
Bakura sat backstage talking to Yugi.
"You and Yami?"
"Nothing."
"I'm sure you're dating. Or married."
"Not."
Whoa, "Revolutionary."
Kisara walked towards them, completely naked. She situated herself on Bakura's lap.
He scowled, "Why?"
"It was free."
"Ew, I can feel my leg in you."
"If you bang as much as I do, you'd be loose too." She took a sip of champagne, "Drink."
Yugi gasped, "No!"
He hurriedly chugged it down before Yugi could stand.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!"
"Special Kisara blend. Champagne, vodka, and light colored beer."
"There's something creamy!"
"Uh? I did stir with my finger. Most likely nut."
He used her arm to wipe his tongue.
"Don't be the freaky nasty with me unlike these wimps, I pop underage cherries." She grabbed him by the hair, licking the side of his face, "This pussy turns boys to men."
Bakura screamed. He had to. The horror was too great.
"Boyz to men!" Joey sung walking off stage, also naked.
"Is this hell?!" He yelled.
Kisara stood up, crotch directly in his face. She walked over to Joey. They danced to whatever music was playing in their heads.
"Bakura, milly rock!"
"What?" Those words were strange.
"Milly Rock, that American trend!"
Kisara scoffed, "What a grandpa."
They continued to dance.
"This is stupid!" The boy grouched.
"Did I hear stupid?" Malik, also naked, ran off stage.
Why. Just why.
Kisara did a little dance then pointed to him. He returned it and added a little more, then threw it at Joey who stole the show.
Yugi sighed, then put a hand over his mouth, "MUSIC MAKES YOU LOSE CONTROL, MUSIC MAKES YOU LOSE CONTROL."
Which immediately started seizing and wild dancing.
Bakura was in awe and disgust. He'd never seen such an animalistic reaction from a few words. It was so primal. This 'music makes you lose control' would have to be further researched.
"I have to announce that the auction is over." Yugi stated, standing up.
"What is the auction anyway?" He could admit he was a bit late with the question.
"We sold our bodies!"
"Yea!"
What!
"Aw, don't worry your ugly little face. We sold you too!" Malik snickered.
Bakura couldn't help looking shocked as hell.
Everyone laughed at him.
"Gotta love this kid!" The Egyptian pulled his dumb face into his bara tiddies, "Well sold you to Kaiba, he always buys us from the pervs!"
"All he asks is that we deliver his presents." Kisara scratched her ass.
Joey tapped his chin, "He could afford all of us?"
Malik tightened his grip on Bakura's rat nest hair, "Hehehe…Not quite. I go to the highest bidder tomorrow."
Kisara broke the nearest bottle and held it to his throat, "You dumb BITCH!" She screamed, "I'll kill you before they take you."
He nervously smiled, "The old guy who bought me was quite nice previously!"
"What's nice?"
"Missionary style sex and dinner."
She visibly deflated, "That is nice."
"Right!"
Bakura could hear his heart change pattern.
Was…He lying?
A quiet action. One not to be interrupted by meaningless words. Snow fell, wind blew, people died. The world rotated around them.
Birds chirped, kids played, both til caged. The world rotated without them.
Tears shed, blood spilled, innocence lost. The world kept spinning.
Bodies burned, wombs removed, eyes gouged. Spiraling.
Children grown, monsters made, sanity forgotten. Pirouetting.
Just keep moving. Swirl and dip.
Bakura sighed, the crazy night of booze and dancing ended in a Waltz.
"It's something right…how calming this is."
"Yea… it is."
They parted, Yugi whisked away to another, Bakura holding a stranger.
Swirl, dip, back straight, long strides.
"You dance quite well." The woman smiled.
"As do you."
They continued their roles until time to move on.
Kaiba was now in front of him which was firstly awkward yet the flow found it's way. No one truly led.
"I'd like to thank you… for buying me tonight."
His stoic face did nothing to show an emotion if he felt one, "It was a favour."
"It was Malik."
He sighed, "Yea. I do one 'nice' thing for him a month. This was it."
"Well thanks." He made sure to watch his feet, "It's good he can rely on you."
"I could say the same to you. He enjoys your company."
He blinked, "Hah?"
"Obviously you're a bit dumb to not think you are friends."
"We are…I suppose."
The tall, thin man grunted, "Don't let this trust go to waste. More importantly, don't abuse it."
Bakura cringed as Kaiba crushed his hands.
"You only get one warning. Any tear shed for you, will mark the day you die." He smirked.
They pulled away, bowed, then off he went.
Kisara grabbed his hand next taking the lead, "I'm starting to get sick off this waltz." At least she was clothed now.
"So am I." He sighs.
She huffed, "Your mother, she was good at this."
"Was she?" She seemed too barbaric to try.
"She moved so graceful…I miss her." She looked up to the ceiling, "With all my being."
"You should have been her daughter." He voiced, "Sounds like she would have liked that."
Her face turned to disgust, "My night is ruined."
"What! What's wrong with my idea? You said you liked her."
"I am in love with her, that's the difference."
Baffled, he scrunched up his face, "You're taste is trash."
"I could say the same for you."
"You haven't seen my exes."
She scoffed, "I've seen your phone password: Steakz."
She went through his phone!
"Miho talks like a third grader."
"Shut up."
"Stop dating dumb people."
He groaned, "Everyone my age is dumb."
"Find an older person. Volkov is single."
He stomped on her foot.
"Can't feel it but fuck you."
"Move, Kisara!" Malik bumped her away with his hip, "Don't hog the hunk!"
She rolled her eyes, going for the champagne mountain.
Bakura sighed, "Hunk?"
"I know, ridiculous. We have to tell lies to get what we want."
"I'm attractive."
Malik cackled, loudly in his face. "HAHA ha ha…you're serious? Oh uh I guess." He didn't even sound confident in that statement.
"I hate you." The albino grumbled.
"Same. I'm a real bitch sometimes." He laughed again, hitting the teen's shoulder.
"You are truly pissing me off."
"Don't get mad, let's kiss and make up!" He was howling at his own stupid sense of humor.
"Your ugly is showing."
"Yup, daddy would be mad. It has been a year or two since I've actually been sold. It's weird."
"You shouldn't have switched it."
He tilted his head confused, "Why?"
"You have to…yknow."
"Then you would have to have sex with them. Did you want to?"
Bakura met his eyes. "No."
"Most don't but it seems you regret my decision. Don't be a fool, count your blessings and close your mouth." He huffed, "If you feel bad, then… dance like it is your last." Caramel hands gripped his shoulder and hand.
"Whatever." He returned the firm grip.
"Let's forget the world like fools."
The world huh, that shitty thing that abandoned and shunned them. He supposed tonight the tables ere turned. They would forget it's existence too, "We're just returning the favor."
I have to be quick. She will find me. Papa says she will take me way to the Japanese branch. I don't want to. He said they will start a new sector there. It's stupid. He is so foolish at times. It's in his nature I suppose. He wishes to change the world. That's foolish. Fools always are determined to fail because they simply cannot see the truth. The truth is...the world will not turn any slower, it will not stop as you trip and fall, it will advance while you grovel and never look back. You are nothing. It will spin with or without you. Fools don't get that. Fools still take chase are their dreams, running to the swift pace of the universe. They do so only to end up in worse state than before. Fools don't see truth...they are dangerous...Yet I think...they can truly change this filthy world.