Faint
AN: Oh. My. RA! I never knew this would be such a hit with you lot! Lol wells again heres another update so enjoy ^_^' thank you all for your kick ass reviews!
Faint
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It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear me out
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"Why me?" Malik whispered more to himself then the dominating tomb robber.
Bakura stopped and turned his head to see the blond crying into his hands. Why? Why indeed. Bakura knew why and yes the reasons were selfish and all for his own benefit and need for power and lust. Love had never been part of the plan and never was going to be.
"Let's consider what OTHER options I had shall we? I could have chosen little Yugi" Bakura paused letting all this sink in the blondes head. "He would have been a fun toy to play with, getting to brake his innocents bit by bit by bit. I could just see myself slamming into his frail frame making him cry out in pain as I felt so in control, I would have been driven on with the feeling of his innocents being cast away into the winds. But I never would have gotten very far, his soul would have broken and he would have died"
Malik stopped sobbing and looked at Bakura with shock and pure disgust for the sprit of the Sennon ring. Bakura smirked sickly and walked back into the room as Malik sat on the bed taking all this new and sadistic information in.
"And then there was my own sweet little hikari, he would have fallen in love with me and would have done any thing for me. Weakling."
"He's not weak! He's stronger then you if you can't admit to love!" Malik snapped outraged by Bakura's back stabbing words about a true human being.
"What?" Bakura narrowed his eyes.
"I..I said you're the one who's weak"
With that Bakura punched the boy in the gut and watched with a morbid wonderment as the teenager rolled off the bed and landed with a bloody 'splat' Malik cried out in pain as his wounds started to leak blood on the once clean white tiled floor.
"Hmp as I was saying.. I didn't want him to love me, not in the way he wanted to be loved, no wild sex or animalistic fucking oh no he's all 'heart' pfff heart. Such a ridiculous thought almost as much as the Pharaoh's 'heart of the cards' crap"
He watched Malik try pull himself back onto the bed with his better of the two arms. Bakura simply kicked him over and smiled.
"Yes little Ryou would have died from hurt and depression when I would have rapped him, if he would not give me what I wanted I would damn right take it. So you see Malik my dear.." Said with such bitterness it made the room seem tinted with poison.
"YOU were the only one I could fuck with out THIS happening, I guess my movements to brake your spirit worked too well, a mortal is a mortal and that's all there is to it. right?" He laughed and pulled out a small pocket- knife.
He knelled down and showed Malik the blade as it glinted in the light of the room. Malik's eyes widened.
"I can end this you know, do you want me too?"
This seemed like too much of a good deed coming from Bakura and Malik knew it. He wasn't going to get rid of him now and not ever not until all the fun had fully been drained from his young body and mind and even soul.
"Too bad."
"Fuck off" Malik said softly.
Bakura stood up and looked around the room for something, and judging from the smirk that played on his face he had found the object of his needing. Someone had left a lighter.
'Very careless of my Hikari, him and his need to light those smelly candles' Bakura shook his head and picked the object up.
"No Bakura!" Malik pleaded as he watched the spirit turn it on.
"Any thing but this!" Malik's pleads only drifted into deaf ears.
Bakura said nothing as he placed the blade into the burning flame. Bakura's eyes seemed to dance from the light the humble flame gave the glinting red tinted knife. The metal slowly glowed a deep red as the heat was in place.
"NO!" Malik started to cry as he watched the other bend down once again.
"Why? I thought you would have been used to this pain at least.. Such a retched child hood you had and are having hmm?"
Bakura turned Malik over onto his back and cut the T-shirt he was wearing enough to see Malik's tanned chest. He brought the knife down and held it close to the skin and laughed as he heard a burning hiss and smelt the faint smell of burning skin.
Malik cried out as memories of his past flashed before his tear filled eyes. Not only that but Bakura dragged the blade around. Bakura hummed to himself while he pinned the weakened boy to the floor and completed his work.
"There" Bakura smirked and pulled away.
The spirit took one last pitiful look at the mortal before leaving. Malik cried as he traced the image with his fingertips.
"T.The.The Se.. The Sennon ring."
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So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
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Bakura left the hospital and began his walk back to his and Ryou's house by walking down the ally where he heard the sounds of protest and violence. He simply walked over to the other spirit who was pinning his lighter half against the wall.
"Having fun?" Bakura said sarcastically.
"I never knew virgins were so hard to brake into" Marik grumbled as Ryou glanced at his yami for help.
"Bakura help!" Ryou pleaded with a meek voice and eyes that spook of horror.
Marik slapped him and hard leaving a large red had print on the pale skin that Ryou was well known for. Ryou cried out in pain and surprise as Marik lifted him from his place on the ground that he had fallen to from the force of the hit. He roughly shoved the small boy into the wall, Ryou blinked and looked at the wall and bit back a scream as he felt his trousers being pulled down.
"Have fun with the blond mortal?" Marik asked casually.
"I have seen your handy work on him.. You should know by now no one marks him but me" Bakura narrowed his eyes.
Marik snorted as he removed the white haired boys underwear and spread his legs a little for easier entry.
"Yes but that's MY Hikari your fucking with"
"And your about to be fucking with mine" Bakura sneered as he heard Ryou's pained cries.
"Lets just say we're even then?" Marik raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Bakura who was leaning against the wall.
"Fine"
"This mortal is so fun! He screams just like the pretty young girls back in our day" Marik chuckled and played with Ryou's long silky hair.
"Yes you have always had a thing for fair ones have you not?"
"I enjoy TAKING things, it's no fun if it's just given to you" Another sadistic chuckle came from the blond.
Bakura looked taken aback by the other spirits comment but that lasted a mere second as that expression melted away into an appalled sneer. He never knew his fellow yami was this sick and twisted but it takes all kinds he underlined.
"You're a sick bastard"
Marik nodded while slowly pulling his own undergarments down along with his trousers all the while running his hand over Ryou's soft rear end.
"Makes two of us"
Bakura said nothing as he looked down at the floor all the time his ears listened to Ryou's cries of pain and pleads for help. Deaf to Ryou as they were to Malik maybe less? He didn't know nor care in his mind both were pathetic mortals and only good for fucking.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
Bakura blinked and looked up in time to see a flash of black and blond before he hit the floor. He grunted as he hit the floor since the punch had, had some force behind it. Marik was slammed into the opposite wall and slid down it.
Bakura glared with the very fire that burned in hell as his gaze travelled up two blue legs, a puzzle and a black covered chest before looking into two burning and dangerous violet eyes. He jumped up from his weakened state and signalled for the fallen blond to do the same.
"Pharaoh" Bakura spat.
Marik snarled with spite as he saw Ryou clinging in fear to one of Yami's friends. The one they called Joey.
Joey had his arms wrapped around the terrified smaller boy while Ryou cried into his chest from fear and pain. Marik rolled his eyes he hadn't fucked him yet he had only toyed with the stupid virgin. Yami stood in fighting stance in case either sprit made a move to harm any of them.
"What the FUCK do you want?" Bakura yelled and balled his hand into a fist.
"I came here to save one of my friends" Yami said in a most heroic manner and that only led to Marik and Bakura smirking.
"Ah here comes Mr high and fucking mighty to save the weak and down trodden! If you REALLY want to see weak you should go into the hospital and see what I've done to Malik" Bakura laughed.
"Malik!" Ryou cried out as he looked into Joey's eyes with a deep plead to go help the blond.
"Hay Yami, I'll go check on 'im with Ryou. You go ahead and kick thems guys butts!" Joey pulled Ryou along towards the hospital.
"Ok Joey" Yami said a lot more calmly then he felt at that moment.
If the evil ones wanted a fight then they'd get one! If needs be he would seal their souls into the puzzle until he knew what else to do with them.
"You'd better tell your little friend to run fast. I left the mortal in a . state to say the least.."
Joey heard what was being said and dragged Ryou along faster both scared that the mortal in question was laying dead on the floor with god knows how much blood everywhere. Marik grew a tad pissed off at that and shot Bakura a look before returning to stare at the tri-haired sprit.
"Neither of you deserve them" Yami sighed and shook his head as if to show his disappointment in them.
"Unlike YOU we had no choice. It wasn't MY fault I came into being.." Marik growled.
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Joey and Ryou rushed along the halls and towards Malik's room fearing the worse things they could think of. Joey was ahead of the fair skinned teen as he shoved open the door and the sight that greeted him made him want to chuck up his lunch.
Ryou gasped and fell to his knees.
"No!! No!. No." He sobbed as blood made it's way over the floor and to him.
"No. oh Malik.. wh..what has he done to you? What have THEY done to you?..You.Us.." He looked down sadly as Joey rested a hand on his shoulder.
~More To Come~
AN: Oh. My. RA! I never knew this would be such a hit with you lot! Lol wells again heres another update so enjoy ^_^' thank you all for your kick ass reviews!
Faint
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It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear me out
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why me?" Malik whispered more to himself then the dominating tomb robber.
Bakura stopped and turned his head to see the blond crying into his hands. Why? Why indeed. Bakura knew why and yes the reasons were selfish and all for his own benefit and need for power and lust. Love had never been part of the plan and never was going to be.
"Let's consider what OTHER options I had shall we? I could have chosen little Yugi" Bakura paused letting all this sink in the blondes head. "He would have been a fun toy to play with, getting to brake his innocents bit by bit by bit. I could just see myself slamming into his frail frame making him cry out in pain as I felt so in control, I would have been driven on with the feeling of his innocents being cast away into the winds. But I never would have gotten very far, his soul would have broken and he would have died"
Malik stopped sobbing and looked at Bakura with shock and pure disgust for the sprit of the Sennon ring. Bakura smirked sickly and walked back into the room as Malik sat on the bed taking all this new and sadistic information in.
"And then there was my own sweet little hikari, he would have fallen in love with me and would have done any thing for me. Weakling."
"He's not weak! He's stronger then you if you can't admit to love!" Malik snapped outraged by Bakura's back stabbing words about a true human being.
"What?" Bakura narrowed his eyes.
"I..I said you're the one who's weak"
With that Bakura punched the boy in the gut and watched with a morbid wonderment as the teenager rolled off the bed and landed with a bloody 'splat' Malik cried out in pain as his wounds started to leak blood on the once clean white tiled floor.
"Hmp as I was saying.. I didn't want him to love me, not in the way he wanted to be loved, no wild sex or animalistic fucking oh no he's all 'heart' pfff heart. Such a ridiculous thought almost as much as the Pharaoh's 'heart of the cards' crap"
He watched Malik try pull himself back onto the bed with his better of the two arms. Bakura simply kicked him over and smiled.
"Yes little Ryou would have died from hurt and depression when I would have rapped him, if he would not give me what I wanted I would damn right take it. So you see Malik my dear.." Said with such bitterness it made the room seem tinted with poison.
"YOU were the only one I could fuck with out THIS happening, I guess my movements to brake your spirit worked too well, a mortal is a mortal and that's all there is to it. right?" He laughed and pulled out a small pocket- knife.
He knelled down and showed Malik the blade as it glinted in the light of the room. Malik's eyes widened.
"I can end this you know, do you want me too?"
This seemed like too much of a good deed coming from Bakura and Malik knew it. He wasn't going to get rid of him now and not ever not until all the fun had fully been drained from his young body and mind and even soul.
"Too bad."
"Fuck off" Malik said softly.
Bakura stood up and looked around the room for something, and judging from the smirk that played on his face he had found the object of his needing. Someone had left a lighter.
'Very careless of my Hikari, him and his need to light those smelly candles' Bakura shook his head and picked the object up.
"No Bakura!" Malik pleaded as he watched the spirit turn it on.
"Any thing but this!" Malik's pleads only drifted into deaf ears.
Bakura said nothing as he placed the blade into the burning flame. Bakura's eyes seemed to dance from the light the humble flame gave the glinting red tinted knife. The metal slowly glowed a deep red as the heat was in place.
"NO!" Malik started to cry as he watched the other bend down once again.
"Why? I thought you would have been used to this pain at least.. Such a retched child hood you had and are having hmm?"
Bakura turned Malik over onto his back and cut the T-shirt he was wearing enough to see Malik's tanned chest. He brought the knife down and held it close to the skin and laughed as he heard a burning hiss and smelt the faint smell of burning skin.
Malik cried out as memories of his past flashed before his tear filled eyes. Not only that but Bakura dragged the blade around. Bakura hummed to himself while he pinned the weakened boy to the floor and completed his work.
"There" Bakura smirked and pulled away.
The spirit took one last pitiful look at the mortal before leaving. Malik cried as he traced the image with his fingertips.
"T.The.The Se.. The Sennon ring."
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So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
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Bakura left the hospital and began his walk back to his and Ryou's house by walking down the ally where he heard the sounds of protest and violence. He simply walked over to the other spirit who was pinning his lighter half against the wall.
"Having fun?" Bakura said sarcastically.
"I never knew virgins were so hard to brake into" Marik grumbled as Ryou glanced at his yami for help.
"Bakura help!" Ryou pleaded with a meek voice and eyes that spook of horror.
Marik slapped him and hard leaving a large red had print on the pale skin that Ryou was well known for. Ryou cried out in pain and surprise as Marik lifted him from his place on the ground that he had fallen to from the force of the hit. He roughly shoved the small boy into the wall, Ryou blinked and looked at the wall and bit back a scream as he felt his trousers being pulled down.
"Have fun with the blond mortal?" Marik asked casually.
"I have seen your handy work on him.. You should know by now no one marks him but me" Bakura narrowed his eyes.
Marik snorted as he removed the white haired boys underwear and spread his legs a little for easier entry.
"Yes but that's MY Hikari your fucking with"
"And your about to be fucking with mine" Bakura sneered as he heard Ryou's pained cries.
"Lets just say we're even then?" Marik raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Bakura who was leaning against the wall.
"Fine"
"This mortal is so fun! He screams just like the pretty young girls back in our day" Marik chuckled and played with Ryou's long silky hair.
"Yes you have always had a thing for fair ones have you not?"
"I enjoy TAKING things, it's no fun if it's just given to you" Another sadistic chuckle came from the blond.
Bakura looked taken aback by the other spirits comment but that lasted a mere second as that expression melted away into an appalled sneer. He never knew his fellow yami was this sick and twisted but it takes all kinds he underlined.
"You're a sick bastard"
Marik nodded while slowly pulling his own undergarments down along with his trousers all the while running his hand over Ryou's soft rear end.
"Makes two of us"
Bakura said nothing as he looked down at the floor all the time his ears listened to Ryou's cries of pain and pleads for help. Deaf to Ryou as they were to Malik maybe less? He didn't know nor care in his mind both were pathetic mortals and only good for fucking.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
Bakura blinked and looked up in time to see a flash of black and blond before he hit the floor. He grunted as he hit the floor since the punch had, had some force behind it. Marik was slammed into the opposite wall and slid down it.
Bakura glared with the very fire that burned in hell as his gaze travelled up two blue legs, a puzzle and a black covered chest before looking into two burning and dangerous violet eyes. He jumped up from his weakened state and signalled for the fallen blond to do the same.
"Pharaoh" Bakura spat.
Marik snarled with spite as he saw Ryou clinging in fear to one of Yami's friends. The one they called Joey.
Joey had his arms wrapped around the terrified smaller boy while Ryou cried into his chest from fear and pain. Marik rolled his eyes he hadn't fucked him yet he had only toyed with the stupid virgin. Yami stood in fighting stance in case either sprit made a move to harm any of them.
"What the FUCK do you want?" Bakura yelled and balled his hand into a fist.
"I came here to save one of my friends" Yami said in a most heroic manner and that only led to Marik and Bakura smirking.
"Ah here comes Mr high and fucking mighty to save the weak and down trodden! If you REALLY want to see weak you should go into the hospital and see what I've done to Malik" Bakura laughed.
"Malik!" Ryou cried out as he looked into Joey's eyes with a deep plead to go help the blond.
"Hay Yami, I'll go check on 'im with Ryou. You go ahead and kick thems guys butts!" Joey pulled Ryou along towards the hospital.
"Ok Joey" Yami said a lot more calmly then he felt at that moment.
If the evil ones wanted a fight then they'd get one! If needs be he would seal their souls into the puzzle until he knew what else to do with them.
"You'd better tell your little friend to run fast. I left the mortal in a . state to say the least.."
Joey heard what was being said and dragged Ryou along faster both scared that the mortal in question was laying dead on the floor with god knows how much blood everywhere. Marik grew a tad pissed off at that and shot Bakura a look before returning to stare at the tri-haired sprit.
"Neither of you deserve them" Yami sighed and shook his head as if to show his disappointment in them.
"Unlike YOU we had no choice. It wasn't MY fault I came into being.." Marik growled.
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Joey and Ryou rushed along the halls and towards Malik's room fearing the worse things they could think of. Joey was ahead of the fair skinned teen as he shoved open the door and the sight that greeted him made him want to chuck up his lunch.
Ryou gasped and fell to his knees.
"No!! No!. No." He sobbed as blood made it's way over the floor and to him.
"No. oh Malik.. wh..what has he done to you? What have THEY done to you?..You.Us.." He looked down sadly as Joey rested a hand on his shoulder.
~More To Come~