*ear-piercing screams are heard* BOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRREEEEEEEEDDDDDD!!! *both whimper* Someone save us…. Review and the aku boredom-demon will go away….
~ Ko-chan to Ya-chan
Disclaimer: Is there Yuumi (Y/Y) in YGO? Hinting, yes…. But full-blown shounen ai like Yuugi/Katsuya? No. Thus, it's obvious we don't own it, ne?
Warning: The twisted mind of Bakura yami…. The 'punishment session'….*shrug* It's a boredom-induced chapter…. Read with caution.
Mou Hitori no Boku: Chobatsu
The Other Me: Punishment
He lost them. The foolish brat lost them. Yes, he was sure to find pain and burning humiliation knocking at his door once we moved to a more remote location…. Yes indeed….
I ordered my pathetic vassal to stop, since we'd obviously lost track of them, considering I couldn't sense that asshole of a pharaoh anymore. He skidded to a halt, and as he caught his breath, I scanned the area for any sign of human life. Satisfied no one was around for a ½ mile or so, I dragged the pitiful boy to the mind-plane.
"You failed…." I hiss, grabbing him by the front of his dress shirt.
"G- gomen yo…. O- onegai…." he whimpered; a sound that would surely move any other, though not one with a heart of cold, unfeeling stone.
Tightening my grip, I lifted him off the ground a few inches, effectively cutting off his air supply. "Please? Please, what? Have mercy?"
I let out a cruel laugh, lowering the boy to his feet, though not loosening my grip in the least. I pulled him close; close enough to whisper in his ear. Close enough for him to hear what I said next.
"Not a chance, hikari…." I stated, my voice dripping with sarcasm at the very word.
I threw him to the ground, then; delighting in the cry of pain he emitted. Before he could rise, I grabbed him by the collar of his school blazer, preparing to throw him again. The foolish boy struggled in my grip, wresting himself out of the navy jacket and running as far as he could before I could catch him again.
Tossing the crinkled article of clothing to the side, I calmly walked toward where my vassal huddled in a corner of the dark hall. Upon reaching him, I jerked him up and slammed him into the wall, smirking as he cried out once more.
Again and again I beat him, using the hard, cold wall of shadow to my advantage. Slowly, perhaps even without my knowledge, the shoving turned to rough kisses, and I pinned him up against the wall. When we parted, I lifted up my right hand, stroking his left cheek. Once, twice, the third time I slashed my nails hard against the soft flesh, leaving a thin slit that dripped crimson.
I lightly touched my tongue-tip to the fresh wound, reveling in the exotic metal taste. The boy shuddered beneath me, backing as far away from me as he could…. Not that he could get very far, pressed against me like this….
Shifting my arms so I could trap him with only one of them, I used my free hand to unbutton the first 4 clips of his shirt, roughly claiming his lips as I did. My vassal whimpered through the kiss, his eyes squeezed shut tightly, tears making their way down his pale face.
Pulling away, I licked the salty droplets from his skin, running over the thin cut a few times as well. The mortal whimpered again, and more tears fell.
"Y- yamete…. Stop….. P- please….." he moaned, his voice trembling.
I nearly claimed his lips once more, but just as his shuddering, ragged breath tingled against my own mouth, a jolt of a familiar trace energy sparked my senses to life. It was him- pharaoh…. I was sure of it….
I pulled my head back, gazing steadily into frightened crystal orbs. "You got lucky…."
I shoved him against the wall one last time, then turned and walked calmly down the hall. ½ way down it, I stopped and glared at him over my shoulder.
"I found them. And if you lose them again, I'll pick up where we left off, understand?" I hissed, and he nodded mutely in response.
His image faded back into the darkness, and I felt our body start to move again. Focusing my energies, I pinpointed the direction my prey was in. I ordered my vassal to run in that direction, and soon our feet were moving in a steady, bouncing rhythm.
The boy stopped in front of a worn building, hesitantly trying the door. It was open, though the room was dark, and he stepped inside. I used the faintest form of shadow magic to cloak our footsteps, directing him to a second door on the other side of the room. He opened this, too, and we came face to face with the weak vassal of my nemesis.
Quickly taking over for my light half, I chuckled darkly, gaining the attention of pharaoh's slave and his lanky friend. The first turned a pair of frightened violet eyes in my direction, the other a burning amber glare. The second pushed the other behind him, trying to protect him from this new intruder. Ha- did he really expect that to work against _me_?!
"Hello, you're the pharaoh's little slave, ne? And you, the guard dog?" The blonde growled, annoyed at the degrading term.
I smirked and stated. "It's no use. I'll kill you both, either way…."
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Holy friggin' Ra! O.o;; This chapter's dark, racy, AND warped…. Remind us not to write in Bakura's twisted POV again…. ;;
Of course, those of you who _liked_ it this way….. feel free to say so. We don't care if you peeps flame or criticize or what- we just want reviews…. Flames will be used as a basis for improvement the next time…. That, and firing our latest creation in the school kiln. We were so bored we made a statue of a sleeping Sonic the Hedgehog… Considering we suck at doing anything involving and making models of animals, we think it sucks and doesn't look like him at all…. Someone said it was okei though, so…. *both shrug* Don'na ni demo….
Anyhoo, review or we'll sick the ever-twisted yami 'Kura here on your sorry ass…. You've been warned…. *notice Bakura's sitting in the corner polishing a flame-thrower* Where'd he- @@;;;
~ Ko-chan to Ya-chan
