A Revenge
By Aier
A/N: Hey! This is my first Yu-gi-oh fic, I hope you guys out there like it. It's...highly depressing, I suppose, so KEEP IN MIND THE RATING PLEASE. There's going to be some disturbing chapters ahead, since angst seems to be a favourite of mine. Also this may turn slightly Yaoi-ish in the future ( male/male ), depending on what I decide on. Reviews will be welcome, I want to know what people think my writing is like. Thank you, and on to the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh, only the story.
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It hadn't ever been his choice, he thought silently. He had never asked for it to happen, but it seemed that fate had once again decided to make him target to the whims of those stronger than he. He realised, with much regret and sadness, that he had never known just how lucky he had been to receive a dark side that wasn't all dark; that would consider him as an equal of sorts.
'And now...now it's too late' He sighed sadly.
Because he didn't have that anymore. Because Yami, his dear Yami, was gone. The pharaoh whom had not only been his other half, but had given himself the task of protecting him, was gone. The worst thing...
...was that he had a new light, a new 'aibou'.
The last week he'd been with him had been horrendous. Yami had been cooler than usual, bordering on anger at Yugi. Sniffing quietly, he remembered with a shudder those few evenings when his...when he...when everything was just way too out of hand. Yugi should have known better. He should have...he must have done something, to deserve this. Yami wasn't evil. He knew that now, he really did. Yugi must have done something terribly wrong for it to go so astray.
Now everything seemed so hopeless...
He didn't know whether Yami missed him or not. He didn't know whether he thought of him at all, whether he cared for what had happened to him. Bakura wouldn't let him know.
Yes, that's right. Bakura. The Tomb Raider. The one who wanted the Millennium puzzle so much he would kill for it. The one who hated Yugi with a passion for keeping it from him all this time, heated rival of Yami. The Yami whom had cared for Yugi at the same time as protecting the puzzle.
Because of that fact, logic had concluded that Yugi should be punished. That is, Bakura's logic. Hence his present situation.
With a grimace and a great effort to be as quiet as possible, both in thought and actions, Yugi lifted his upper body off the floor. His whole body was sore, patches of dark colours showing where he had been hit the hardest. Wheezing at the effort and uncomfortable position, he managed to get on his hands and knees by forcing his legs to move.
Oh, how Bakura enjoyed tormenting him about his legs. His short legs, his height. He would let him run, and Yugi always did because he never let go of the hope that he would escape. The buildings would always pass him by so quickly, the towering dark monsters seeming to leave him behind with no apparent end to the dark maze. He would fly through, almost believing he was free and almost able to let hope embrace his tired mind.
But no, his legs were too short and no matter how hard he pushed himself or how long his stride was Bakura would always catch up to him with his long, long legs. He had strength, like Joey, like his Yami, like Yugi didn't have now.
He knew he had strength before but that had slowly diminished. He had been short but had not let others put him down because of it, he had faced up to his problem and accepted it. He had moved on from his terrible insecurity, his fears of isolation from the usual social groups. He had accepted it, just as he had accepted his lack of parents, and all because he had found a strength within him that made it all easier.
Bakura knew how to break him down. Bakura wasn't just using his normal torture methods...he knew Yugi. He knew exactly what buttons to push, what to corrode, what to bring out and how. He knew Yugi.
Bakura knew Yugi, and he was a sadist.
A sadist knew Yugi.
And Yami...he was gone.
Yami was gone.
All Yugi had now...
...was Bakura.
The sadist.
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