NOTE/FACT: The lyrics used in this chapter have been translated. The actual song's lyrics are sung in Japanese.
Writing that is highlighted, in italic and between ' &' are lyrics
** = Japanese doesn't exactly have swear words, so the translation to English can be 'fucks me' but can also we heard at 'holds me' 'rapes me' and 'embraces me'
Bakura had been sitting in peace at the bar, off in his own little world as he gulped down a pint of lager. Not many were in the place since it was only midday, so the pub was fairly quiet. The most noise Bakura would hear in that old pub on that day would be when tri-colour-haired figure slammed the wooden door open and stomped inside. Bakura hadn't even winced at the sound, mentally guessing who was already. A smirk crawled up his lips.
I didn't matter how difficult life was, now did it really? All that mattered was that sparks could fly.
Yami froze as he saw Bakura. Why was he always where he wasn't wanted? He just always managed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and what made it worse was that he saw it all as some sort of sick entertainment. Yami considered turning back, heading home and just collapsing on his bed to huddle up in his own misery, but he rejected the idea, knowing that Bakura would have already known of his presence in the room by now. Was there a chance Bakura would take pity on Yami and end it all right now if he asked? Maybe if he was bored enough, he might, but Yami No Yugi knew there was very little chance of that. Bakura would get a strong kick out of watch Yami squirm in mania and panic, so he would just leave him, watch him, let him break into pieces.
But, then again, didn't Bakura supposedly love him? But he loves Ryou too. Yami felt an elastic band ping round his old heart. Bakura loved Ryou more than anyone could understand, but Bakura was Bakura, and Bakura didn't understand Bakura. He couldn't understand his feelings for Ryou or the feelings for Yami. All he knew was that he wanted them, to poses them as items. The thief easily mistook this for some kind of arousal, having his way with both boys, with him taking control so he owned them. He could decide if they hit ecstasy or if they cried and pleaded in pain. What a sick Japanese fucker he was... Sicker than Yami's psychopathic mind.
"Life getting worse my leather-clad dear?" The lilac haired man asked sarcastically as Yami literally collapsed on the chair next to him, looking tired and beaten.
"You could say that again…" Yami sighed "I'm so tired of all this! I've had enough, Kura" Yami spoke loudly, slamming his fist on the bar. "I've had enough of everything!"
Kura merely raised a purple eyebrow, watching Yami with an intrigued expression, his pint touching his lips. "Cute" he giggled in to the glass and liquid.
"Please-" Yami grabbed Bakura's shoulder desperately, causing him to almost spill the mixture "Please, do it now" he hissed
"Can't" Bakura shrugged, placing his glass back on the counter with a clunk "You're the only one who can deliver the kid. I haven't got a clue about it-"
"Sure you do! You just numb him and cutting him! Done and done- now Please! End it now, I'm not sure how much I can take" Yami angrily whispered not wanting anyone in the pub to ear.
"No. It's not our dea-"
"I've really fucked up everything! I can't take it!"
"You always told me" Bakura finally turned to look at the Pharaoh. "that I should pay for what I had done and that I should face it and take the karma…" He smirked "My my" he giggled again "Isn't the pretty Pharaoh a fucking hypocrite?"
Yami looked at the thief with desperate eyes. He muttered please one more, but only received another sneer from the lilac haired man. In defeat, Yami took the seat next to Bakura sadly, placing his head on the bar in his misery, wishing the world would just crumble beneath him so he could be swallowed to his death in darkness.
"Don't be you're name!" Bakura cackled at his terrible act of comedy, slapping Yami on the back "God, you really are a shadow of your former self, eh? A Shadow of a shadow…" he tittered in his throat, before downing the last of his pint. "Here, I'll get you a drink- I'm paying"
Seconds later, Bakura was calling down the bar to the barmaid who skipped over from the other end with a ruby red grin. "Whatcha like, handsome?" she flirted with a wink, undoing a few buttons on her shirt before leaning across the bar, revealing a large, rounded chest to the black-tongue thief.
Yami quickly raised his head, a scowl on his face that burned into the girl in front of him. To add to his sadness , she didn't even realise as she was far too busy gazing at Bakura, who placed his folded arms on the bar and leaned closer to the barmaid, their lips inches away from one another.
"Still gay" he sneered.
Barmaid pouted, cocking her maid to one side, her green curls falling in her face "Weally?" she spoke sadly in a cutesy voice.
"Really" Bakura laughed "Two pints of the usual, Mei!"
"Coming right up!" 'Mei' replied cheerily, scuttling off to make the drinks, doing her top back as she went.
"I see you have yet another person's grand attention" Yami mumbled, still scowling as he watched her walk away.
"She's only playing" Bakura cackled "Aren't you the jealous type?"
Yami shook his head, his eyes still on the waitress, untrustingly.
"You know…" Bakura carried on "Since this is the 8th month, couldn't you do an early caesarean somehow?"
Yami paused, his gaze moving slowly to Bakura "In two more weeks at the earliest… I think…Since he is a boy and all…" and replied weakly
"Give it three weeks." Bakura ordered simply "Then" he gave Yami a serious look, his voice hushing down to confident whisper "I'll end your life for you."
"I don't care if it hurts" Yami told him with a smirk, trying to show he wasn't afraid at all.
Bakura's face softened a little "With my gratitude." He leaned closer to Yami "I'll let you die in ecstasy"
Yami's bit down on his bottom lip, looking away from Bakura and at the bar desk, just as the barmaid returned.
"Two lagers!" giggled the cutesy barmaid delicately placing the glasses them in front of them "Anything else?"
"Nope" Bakura replied rudely with little car, diving his hand into his jean pocket and pulling at some cash notes and throwing them on the car.
"Thanks sugar" the barmaid winked, before prancing off, leaving the boys alone in their thoughtful silence.
While Yami had been pleading to Bakura, his light had been running. Surprisingly, in the exact direction he had came from. Yugi was just passing his own shop, Kame Game, his breathing harsh and painful as he pushed himself to carry on his run. Just 10 more minutes, he told himself. Just 5 more minutes of running and he would be at his destination- Ryou's house.
10 minutes
10 minutes
10 minutes
10 more minutes of running left…
His head ached, his chest felt tight and his throat was raw but he forced himself to carry on. The quicker he got there, the quicker he could get everything over and done with! Once he was there, he'd be able to tell Ryou everything and stop him from getting hurt like Yugi did.
At the destination, Ryou was currently lying flat out on his back on the sofa. His large stomach was putting an uncomfortable pressure on his lungs, making breathing hard for the small boy. He sighed sadly at his fail to become comfortable. Ryou sat up and looked round the room at the shelves, trying to find something to do. He had cleaned absolutely everything now, leaving nothing left, nothing was on television, he had not credit on his mobile, all his friends we out and he couldn't go out himself anyway because Bakura wouldn't let him! He heaved another heavy sigh, his eyes still scowling round the room. Those large brown eyes finally fell on the shiny black shelf to his left- Bakura's shelf to be correct. Ryou cocked his head to one side as he considered his sudden new idea. He never really had tried listening to Bakura's music before. It was all heavy rock, and not Positive Heavy Rock like SuG. More like loud, crashing music like Maximum the Hormone.
Ryou slowly got up, his back aching slightly as he did so before casually making his way to Bakura's CD collection. Muttering in a slur to himself 'what do we have here?', Ryou began to gingerly flick through the CDs. He shook his head tiredly as he noticed they were in no order what so ever.
"Nightmare…" he sighed "The Gazette… The Gazette… The Pumpkin Head… Dir En Grey… ScReW… More Dir En Grey…The Gazette"
Ryou had hardly a clue of who these people or bands were. He could vaguely remember talking to a girl named Miho when he first moved to Domino City and she had mentioned one of these. She was a very chatty, giggly girl who immediately took to him from the first say he joined. On his third day at school, he arrived early. When he entered his classroom, he found there was only one person in the room, and that person was Miho, sitting at her desk daydreaming. Once she realised his presence in the room, she was over joyed. Smiling politely, Ryou took a seat at the desk next to her. It was lucky she was a confident person, since Ryou was so shy that he could never start a conversation with anyone he hadn't known longer than 2 months. She bombarded him with fan-girl like questions
What's your favourite colour?
What's your favourite food?
Do you have any pets?
One of the questions Miho asked Ryou was what kind of music he listened to. Ryou had shrugged before stuttering out awkwardly.
"Alice Nine and SuG I guess. Golden Bomber is a good one too-"
"I love those bands!" Miho squealed "Ever listened to The GazettE?" she asked to receive the reaction of Ryou shaking his head "They. Are… amazing!" Miho squealed higher "You'd love them!"
He never did listen to that band. In fact, he totally forgot about until a year and a half later when him and Bakura were separated in to different bodies. The GazettE was a band the lilac haired boy had played on full blast at the most inappropriate times- though he still did that now from time to time. From what Ryou could remember, the band sounded like a cabinet of metal cookery pots falling over, plus the sound of a man being beaten. Or something along the lines of that…
Ryou carried on flicking through the CDs.
"Clearveil… More Nightmare… MORE Gazette…" Ryou rolled his eyes as he withdrew his hand, holding it next to his ear in a fist, his pointer finger pointing up. He closed his eyes before randomly shooting his finger out on to a random disk case. He opened his eyes and saw his finger had relaxed on a single. He slid the see-through case out from the shelf and looked at the front of it to see what it was.
"Embryo" he read aloud "Dir En Grey" he shrugged, settling on the song. He bent down to the sound system that sat on a shelf 2 down from the shelf with Bakura's collection. He pressed the power button making the screen light up with green, silver writing flashing reading 'No Disk'. Ryou clicked the open button so the table was released. He opened the disk case and took the CD out, reading a little sticky note Bakura had placed inside the case that read 'Album Version' before placing the disk in side. Slamming the case shut with one hand, the boy sighed again before heading back to the sofa while the machine began to make strange ticking sounds as it read the disk. Ryou fell back on the sofa and slumped into its soft pillows, fiddling with the case in his hands. His eyes staring at the wall, he waited for the song to play. To his surprise, the song started with what sounded like a violin. Ryou raised an eyebrow, waiting for the minute all the screaming and crashing round explode through the speakers. The violin was accompanied slowly by a set of drums, then guitars. Eventually the vocals appeared. The singer appeared to be speaking them rather than singing them.
'Ah a summer morning in 1983, always at the side of my beloved Mama
please smile at me like you always do, the morning light shining on you, distorting your face.'
Ryou shook his head disapprovingly. Although the song wasn't what he had thought, it sounded so… Boring. It didn't sound like a song Bakura would listen to at all. With boredom still in contact, Ryou carried on listening tiredly.
'Mama's strangled neck, she hangs lifelessly from the heavens, I guess it's bye bye Mother.
unable to bear the silent tears and deep pain the flower dies, I am alone.'
'Now' though Ryou 'it sounds like something 'Kura would like. I guess the singer must have lost his mother…' Ryou's smirk feel and he looked down, beginning to play with blinding on his jumper 'I would never be able to write a song about when my mum died…' Ryou close his eyes and leant his head back, the lyrics now feeling somewhat relatable and soothing to him. He gently through the disk case out of his grip and on to the spare bit of sofa next to him.
'Without a face gasping voice
Without a face distorted voice
come, rape me, until you get it out of your system I'm yours Papa.
But you know, Mama's looking down on us from up there.'
Ryou's eyes flashed open as he turned to stare at the stereo player in horror as if it was saying the words out of choice, not reading them from a decade-old disk. He jumped slightly as the chorus began, the drums getting heavy
'My Sweet Mother smile, cause my heart's about to tear apart laughing.
Deadly Sweet Mother the hate spreads with the nausea,
but I'll be patient and hold it in, while he fucks me**.'
Ryou carried on staring at the player until the chorus ended. He'd never heard a song with such lyrics. He didn't know whether to be impressed by the bands bravery of singing about such a delicate subject or to be horrified and disgusted. As the singer began to 'speak' again, Ryou allowed his body to fall sideways so his head leaned on the arm rest.
'Now it's a winter night in 1992, always at the side of the Papa I despise.
well, today, like always he's fucking me again,
I keep my eyes open to remember the look in Papa's eyes.
I fiercely plunge what I had hidden straight and deep into the back of his neck bye bye Father
Naked.
The deep-red flowers blooming in the winter scenery, blossoming as a sea of blood, I am alone'.
Ryou sighed, blinking tiredly. His body relaxed as he simply listened to the strange, morbid lyrics that lied over the beautiful and enchanting music. He closed his eyes so the only thing he could see was the picture the lyrics conjured up; the girl running through the snow, blood dripping from her body as she cried. Her 'papa' inside the house lying on the bed with the knife sent right through his neck, red flowers of blood sprouting around him, growing, just like the trail of roses the girl left as she ran through the snow. The chorus began again, and Ryou found himself lightly singing the first three words to himself.
'My Sweet Mother… Smile, cause my heart's about to tear apart laughing
Deadly Sweet Mother with the hate the tears running down my cheek dry up, the season dries up'
'My Sweet Mother smile, cause my heart's about to tear apart laughing
Deadly Sweet Mother The child I'm pregnant with is crying, but I'll hold down the nausea.'
The vocals ended, leaving only the guitars and drums to die away. Ryou slowly opened his eyes, before jumping off the sofa and crawling over to the CD player before the song had even ended. He pressed down on the rewind button, sending the music backwards. He listened carefully for the sound of the vocalist. As he heard what sounded like vocals he released the button, allowing the music to play once again.
'-t's about to tear apart laughing
Deadly Sweet Mother. The child I'm pregnant with is crying, but I'll hold down the nausea '
'That's…. horrible…' Ryou whispered to himself as the music began to die once more "So… sad" he bit down on his lip, trying to rid the terrible image of the crying, blood-covered girl in snow, yelling up at the heavens for her 'Deadly Sweet Mother', while beating her stomach in hatred and disgust. Ryou pressed the backbutton to restart the song before pausing, staring at the green screen. "That's… horrible…"
Ryou was ripped from his thoughts when the home began to ring irritatingly. He rolled his eyes and crawled across the floor to the coffee table where the phone sat.
"Hello?" he tried to sound cheery as he picked up the phone.
"Hey Ryou, it's Kura-"
"I never would have guessed…" the mint haired boy muttered
"What?" asked Bakura, missing what Ryou had said.
"Nothing"
"Oh… Anyway, I might be out a little longer, alright? Not tpo long so don't start fretting and planning up some big lecture to give me when I get home, okay?"
Ryou nodded even though Bakura, of course, couldn't see it.
"Okay?" Bakura repeatedin annoyance
"Yes. Okay" Ryou said weakly, sounding like a mouse being throttled
"Are you alright?" Bakura laughed so what cruelly.
Ryou licked his lips before he spoke "Bakura?"
"What…" the thief said slowly
"You know this morning you were saying about 'one we'll have a kid that we'll want'?" He asked, his words stinging him inside.
"Vaguely. Yeah?"
"Well… If we ever did… Would you, er-" His voice froze as he became stuck for words.
"Would I what?" Ryou could just picture Bakura sneering in annoyance on the end of the line.
"Would you ever hurt them?" Ryou rushed out quickly, determined to get it over and done with.
There was paused.
"I'd slap I guess I've they were bad… I guess, but-"
"No! No… I meant…" Ryou licked his licks and shuffled in his sitting position on the floor "Would you hurt them… Out of pure spite?"
"Why the fuck are you asking we this?" Bakura spat.
And with that, the line went dead as Bakura quickly put the phone down on his panicking lover. Ryou shook his head, mumbling to himself 'you're being stupid'. He picked the stray case off the sofa a placed on top of the player. He was about to press play when he heard a knocking on his front door, making him jump, darting round in alarm. Ryou got up from his crouch and head to his front door. He opened it briskly and blinked in a little confusion when he saw his small, tired-looking friend.
"Hey Yugi. What's up?" Ryou tried his best to smile so Yugi wouldn't realise how he was truly feeling.
"Ryou, I need to tell you something-"
Did you enjoy? I hope so :3
God… I've re-read this story and its really sloppy! There's so much I should of said and things that were put so flatly… I'M SO SORRY! Once this story is completed, I'm going to edit it
