Ore-Sama

By: Neko-chan



A/N: ...

WARNING: Sadism, masochism, blood-focused, bondage, dark dark dark, and anything else Neko-chan can think of. YAOI!!! Yami no Malik*???. ~~~Neko-chan's way of saying: Everyone. Yami no Malik point of view. Need anymore be said? -.-;;

DISCLAIMER: Once upon a time, there was the creator of Yu-Gi-Oh!. But his manga and anime was soon taken over by the young Empress of the World. And then, finally, Neko-chan owned-- She woke up. And then there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.







III.



Prettyprettyprettypretty... Oh, so pretty and soft and sweet and soft and delicious and smooth and soft soft soft soft. I like licking and petting and stroking and kissing and caressing and looking up into your eyes as you scream and scream and scream. And while you scream, I smile and grin and laugh and cackle and just laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh!

Your eyes are always different. One day, they're ice-blue. Brown and chocolate and red and violet and crimson and green and brown so dark it's black. Then it starts all over again. Red, blue, violet, crimson, amethyst (Mine now! NOT the Pharaoh's! Mine! Minemineminemine!), green, brown and brown and brown and brown and brown. Screams and sobs and cries of pleasure and of pain. Don't know which is which. But it's screaming and screaming and screaming. Over and over and over again because it can't stop and it won't stop and I don't want it to stop... So FUN!

I like lapping up the blood that drips from your wrists. Do you like being bound? I like it. I like cutting and stroking and wanting and needing and having and having over and over and over again until you sob for me to stop. Stop? Why stop? No stop! Never ever ever ever ever! Blood so sweet and dark and crimson--every time...a different taste. Every time a different scream. Every time a different pair of eyes.

Over and over and over and over again until I'm full and sated and I don't need or want anymore because I'm stuffed--like a cat. The Cheshire Cat! Meooooooooow. Meow!

I like watching you struggle and bend and need to go away----but you can't because you're stuck. Tied and handcuffed and bound and there's no way to escape! Nope! No nononononono! Never ever ever ever until ORE-SAMA says so! And I am God and God likes to do what he doing and he never ever ever wants to stop! Nooo~ooo!

I like caressing skin that's paler than pale. Sunset gold. Ivory. Pale and dark and tanned and ivory and brown--all mixing together to form one color and one scream and one cry and one need and lust and want and hatred. Hatred for me and what I represent and what I want and need and lust for. Hatred for the Darkness, because that's what I am. Hatred for insanity, because that's what I am, too.

But they still moan and buck and writhe and scream and beg for more and more and more as I caress and lick and kiss, deeper and deeper while they struggle up against me. They can't move because they're tied and bound and I like seeing them struggle to caress back and want back, but they can't! No! They can't! Can'tcan'tcan'tcan't! And then they open their eyes and see who they're moaning for and loving and lusting and wanting and needing and kissing and caressing and licking--and eyes widen and widen and widen and widen. Screams fill the air and never ever ever ever ever stop. I want them to stop! Stop! Not good screams--screams that pierce and anger and just want to silence!!!

I am God. I AM I AM I AM! No screaming! No no no nonononononononono!!! ...why aren't the screams stopping?? I told them to stop, but they aren't stopping and they must listen to me because I am God and I AM GOD.

One scream, childish and terrified and wanting and needing and begging for... For someone who is _not_ God. Who is _not_ ME! ORE-SAMA!!!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"

Snarling and hating and wanting to kick and scratch and hate and _destroy._ Amethyst eyes looking up... So pretty... Not hikari-pretty, but prettypretty. Yuugi-pretty. Prettier than Pharaoh-pretty and Kaiba-pretty and Otogi-pretty, Bakura-pretty, and Tomb Robber-pretty, but still not hikari-pretty. ...scared eyes, terrified eyes, horrified eyes searching and searching and searching for another part of his soul that isn't there.

Snarling and edging away and kissing and crying and caressing and begging to stop and stop and stop. But not able to do anything because he's bound. Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever! Until I die, until he dies, and until the world dies! MINE!

Mine minemineminemine!!!

MY hikari-pretty! MY Yuugi-pretty! Pharaoh-pretty! Kaiba-pretty! Mokuba-pretty, Bakura-pretty, Tomb Robber-pretty, Honda-pretty, Jyounouchi-pretty, Otogi-pretty, and prettypretty! Mine! Mine! MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!!! My pretty!!!

Open-mouthed kisses, wet and deep and slithering and needy and wanting and lust lust lust lust. Moans and satin and leather and knives and daggers and blood blood blood blood. Scented candles and jasmine and chocolate and strawberries and cherry-copper liquid that is-cherries but not-cherries. Like sucking on a copper penny. Red and sweet and sour and bitter, but wanting more and more and more and more. Silk and satin. Everything black black black black. Obsidian. Ebony. Everything dark and hot and desirous and wanting and hatred and anger and passion, all rolled into one thing.

Flames snuffed out by muffled sobs.

Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and LAUGHING AND LAUGHING AND LAUGHING!!! Grin at prey, grin at lover, grin grin grin grin grin! Grin for the hell of it! (Hell? Isn't this Hell? Isn't this my Hell???)

Heat and warmth and need and everything so so so nice, but then crying and crying and crying--never ending crying. Stroking and arching and bound forever and ever and ever and ever. Screams of terror and pain and rapture and pleasure so fine and so delicate, it seems as if it will break. And then I shatter and shatter and shatter and shatter that oh-so-fine line of pleasure and need and fulfillment.

~Pop!~

All gone, no more.

Tears of pain and suffering and hatred and anger and hatred hatred hatred hatred hatred. Lapping up tears with blood, a heady cocktail of salt and copper and pain and hatred. Mmmm... Tastes so good. ...looking up into ice-blue eyes filled with horror and HATRED and disgust and desperate want and need and desire.

I smile.

Hello, pretty-koi.