Vocab:
Yadonushi : Host (parasitic) or landlord. What Yami Bakura calls Bakura-kun
Yarou : similar to 'bastard'
Hidoi: Mean or cruel
Iie : No
Demo: But
~Chapter 2~
Bakura gave a deep sigh of relief as he slid into the filled bathtub, the near scalding hot water soothing and agitating his wounds at the same time. Pausing first to take off the Ring, he slid down up past his shoulders in the water, eyes closing as he enjoyed the pleasant stinging. Almost unconsciously, he lifted a hand out of the water to touch the Ring as if to assure himself it was still there.
It was strange to think that near months ago, he would have done near anything to be rid of his parasite, but now...
He gave a small smile, face flushing as he remembered.
"This isn't what I wanted!" he had protested, fists clenched.
'So fickle, Yadonushi,' The voice in his mind had chuckled, seeming amused. 'You wished to have your friends with you forever, and I granted that wish... then you wished to help your friends escape together from the trap they'd fallen into, and I granted you that wish as well...'
The pale haired boy tensed. "You twisted my wishes!" he had countered. "And took away everything I had! You-- you-- kisei yarou!" he shouted.
The voice chuckled again. 'Kisei, you say?' it repeated. 'Such a versatile word, Yadonushi. It could mean so many things...'
Bakura trembled slightly, fists clenching tighter.
'So which am I, Yadonushi? A strange voice? A parasite? Or death...?'
"All of them." The boy's voice was fearful, but defiant.
'Hidoi, hidoi,' the voice replied, tone half angered and half amused. 'So what is your true wish then, since what you've asked for has made you so unhappy?'
"I want to be free of you!"
There was another chuckle. 'Do you?'
Bakura froze at the tone. He put his hands to the side of his head as the Ring began to heat up. "What-- what are you...!!"
'Oooh?' the voice's amusement grew dark. 'Yadonushi, I never suspected....'
The boy's eyes went wide and he belatedly tried to shield his mind from the presence inside the Ring. "Get-- get out of there!" he exclaimed, voice slightly panicked.
His eyes widened further as the Ring began to glow, his darker reflection materializing to stand before him. Bakura gave a small whimper, taking a step back from the dark and smug expression of the translucent boy before him.
A ghostly hand reached out. 'You want to be dominated...' the boy's voice almost purred.
Bakura's breathing went ragged as he took another step back, trembling. "I--iie," he protested, pulse racing.
'And you want to be hurt...' the spirit continued, smirking predatorially.
Bakura went pale and he stumbled slightly, finding himself backed up against the wall.
The translucent boy closed the distance between them and slowly hooked his fingers in between the button's of his host's shirt.
Bakura gave a panicked cry as his shirt was ripped away, causing his darker half to chuckle once more. His breath caught as a shadowy hand took hold of one of the Ring's pendants, and he shivered as the tip lightly traced the faded scar underneath. He cried out again as the metal broke the skin. "What-- what are you....?!" he gasped as the pendent slid deeper inside him.
'Giving you what you want,' the voice answered smoothly.
"This-- this isn't what--" his protest became a strangled cry as the second pendant broke his skin.
'Your mind and body have proven otherwise, Yadonushi,' the darker boy chuckled.
Bakura gave a small sigh, looking down at the water, now tainted lightly with red. His kisei had granted him his darkest desire, the one thing he knew he couldn't have asked anyone for; and the small periods of time underneath his other made everything else bearable...
But once the euphoria wore off, it was all the same. The hollow spot in him still ached far worse then any wound. He found himself even farther from his friends than before, spending all of his time alone, waiting for his kisei to take him over once again, physically or mentally, welcoming the bliss or oblivion either way, and the exhausted sleep that followed after the possession.
He knew his parasite was draining him though the Ring, but he was willing to pay any price to feel the rough hands giving him what he craved, even if it meant giving up everything else. His kisei wanted him, needed his body and would never leave him as so many others had. Strange how knowing that the presence inside the Ring had decided on him forever being his host went from being his torment to being his security.
He put a hand over the puncture wounds on his chest. They marked him as belonging to the Ring, wounds that would never heal as long as his kisei wanted him. He gave a small smile before reaching forward to drain the bath. Carefully he rose to his feet, leaning on the wall as a small wave of dizziness made him weak. He looked down as the blood tainted water swirled lazily down the drain, waiting for the spell to pass. He would have to make his kisei another steak when he made dinner that night to get more iron in the body they shared.
Carefully, he stepped from the tub, toweling his chest and neck dry and wrapping his hair in a towel before reaching for the Ring. He had quickly learned his parasite didn't like the Ring getting damp and took care to keep it well cared for. He gave a small smile as the familiar weight of the Ring settled on his chest once more and reached up to caress the cold metal lovingly.
Giving a small yawn, he wrapped another towel around his waist and headed for his bedroom to get dressed. He paused as he passed the bathroom's mirror. Turning, his eyes went wide in panic as he stared at his refection.
There was a bruise. On his face. When had---
He put a hand over the bruise and nearly gave a whimper. When he had reached for his darker half, the punishing slap...
Why? His kisei was always careful not to leave marks where they could be easily seen because Yuugi would start asking questions he couldn't answer...
There was a dark chuckle from the Ring and Bakura's hands tensed. "Kisei-sama..."
'I don't have to explain myself to you, Yadonushi,' the darker boy's voice answered, tone amused.
"But-- but if Yuugi-kun sees it...!"
'Make sure he doesn't.' The spirit's voice was disinterested.
"Demo..."
There was no reply.
Bakura sighed, shoulders slumped. He was going to have to skip school. 'But then Yuugi-kun will be even more concerned,' he thought in despair. He put a hand to his forehead. It was too early and he was too tired to figure out how to fix the situation. Expression heavy with exhaustion he half-limped back to his room and flopped across the stained sheets of his bed. With a small noise of irritation he pulled the sheet out from under him and tossed it aside before falling into an exhausted slumber.
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Yadonushi : Host (parasitic) or landlord. What Yami Bakura calls Bakura-kun
Yarou : similar to 'bastard'
Hidoi: Mean or cruel
Iie : No
Demo: But
~Chapter 2~
Bakura gave a deep sigh of relief as he slid into the filled bathtub, the near scalding hot water soothing and agitating his wounds at the same time. Pausing first to take off the Ring, he slid down up past his shoulders in the water, eyes closing as he enjoyed the pleasant stinging. Almost unconsciously, he lifted a hand out of the water to touch the Ring as if to assure himself it was still there.
It was strange to think that near months ago, he would have done near anything to be rid of his parasite, but now...
He gave a small smile, face flushing as he remembered.
"This isn't what I wanted!" he had protested, fists clenched.
'So fickle, Yadonushi,' The voice in his mind had chuckled, seeming amused. 'You wished to have your friends with you forever, and I granted that wish... then you wished to help your friends escape together from the trap they'd fallen into, and I granted you that wish as well...'
The pale haired boy tensed. "You twisted my wishes!" he had countered. "And took away everything I had! You-- you-- kisei yarou!" he shouted.
The voice chuckled again. 'Kisei, you say?' it repeated. 'Such a versatile word, Yadonushi. It could mean so many things...'
Bakura trembled slightly, fists clenching tighter.
'So which am I, Yadonushi? A strange voice? A parasite? Or death...?'
"All of them." The boy's voice was fearful, but defiant.
'Hidoi, hidoi,' the voice replied, tone half angered and half amused. 'So what is your true wish then, since what you've asked for has made you so unhappy?'
"I want to be free of you!"
There was another chuckle. 'Do you?'
Bakura froze at the tone. He put his hands to the side of his head as the Ring began to heat up. "What-- what are you...!!"
'Oooh?' the voice's amusement grew dark. 'Yadonushi, I never suspected....'
The boy's eyes went wide and he belatedly tried to shield his mind from the presence inside the Ring. "Get-- get out of there!" he exclaimed, voice slightly panicked.
His eyes widened further as the Ring began to glow, his darker reflection materializing to stand before him. Bakura gave a small whimper, taking a step back from the dark and smug expression of the translucent boy before him.
A ghostly hand reached out. 'You want to be dominated...' the boy's voice almost purred.
Bakura's breathing went ragged as he took another step back, trembling. "I--iie," he protested, pulse racing.
'And you want to be hurt...' the spirit continued, smirking predatorially.
Bakura went pale and he stumbled slightly, finding himself backed up against the wall.
The translucent boy closed the distance between them and slowly hooked his fingers in between the button's of his host's shirt.
Bakura gave a panicked cry as his shirt was ripped away, causing his darker half to chuckle once more. His breath caught as a shadowy hand took hold of one of the Ring's pendants, and he shivered as the tip lightly traced the faded scar underneath. He cried out again as the metal broke the skin. "What-- what are you....?!" he gasped as the pendent slid deeper inside him.
'Giving you what you want,' the voice answered smoothly.
"This-- this isn't what--" his protest became a strangled cry as the second pendant broke his skin.
'Your mind and body have proven otherwise, Yadonushi,' the darker boy chuckled.
Bakura gave a small sigh, looking down at the water, now tainted lightly with red. His kisei had granted him his darkest desire, the one thing he knew he couldn't have asked anyone for; and the small periods of time underneath his other made everything else bearable...
But once the euphoria wore off, it was all the same. The hollow spot in him still ached far worse then any wound. He found himself even farther from his friends than before, spending all of his time alone, waiting for his kisei to take him over once again, physically or mentally, welcoming the bliss or oblivion either way, and the exhausted sleep that followed after the possession.
He knew his parasite was draining him though the Ring, but he was willing to pay any price to feel the rough hands giving him what he craved, even if it meant giving up everything else. His kisei wanted him, needed his body and would never leave him as so many others had. Strange how knowing that the presence inside the Ring had decided on him forever being his host went from being his torment to being his security.
He put a hand over the puncture wounds on his chest. They marked him as belonging to the Ring, wounds that would never heal as long as his kisei wanted him. He gave a small smile before reaching forward to drain the bath. Carefully he rose to his feet, leaning on the wall as a small wave of dizziness made him weak. He looked down as the blood tainted water swirled lazily down the drain, waiting for the spell to pass. He would have to make his kisei another steak when he made dinner that night to get more iron in the body they shared.
Carefully, he stepped from the tub, toweling his chest and neck dry and wrapping his hair in a towel before reaching for the Ring. He had quickly learned his parasite didn't like the Ring getting damp and took care to keep it well cared for. He gave a small smile as the familiar weight of the Ring settled on his chest once more and reached up to caress the cold metal lovingly.
Giving a small yawn, he wrapped another towel around his waist and headed for his bedroom to get dressed. He paused as he passed the bathroom's mirror. Turning, his eyes went wide in panic as he stared at his refection.
There was a bruise. On his face. When had---
He put a hand over the bruise and nearly gave a whimper. When he had reached for his darker half, the punishing slap...
Why? His kisei was always careful not to leave marks where they could be easily seen because Yuugi would start asking questions he couldn't answer...
There was a dark chuckle from the Ring and Bakura's hands tensed. "Kisei-sama..."
'I don't have to explain myself to you, Yadonushi,' the darker boy's voice answered, tone amused.
"But-- but if Yuugi-kun sees it...!"
'Make sure he doesn't.' The spirit's voice was disinterested.
"Demo..."
There was no reply.
Bakura sighed, shoulders slumped. He was going to have to skip school. 'But then Yuugi-kun will be even more concerned,' he thought in despair. He put a hand to his forehead. It was too early and he was too tired to figure out how to fix the situation. Expression heavy with exhaustion he half-limped back to his room and flopped across the stained sheets of his bed. With a small noise of irritation he pulled the sheet out from under him and tossed it aside before falling into an exhausted slumber.
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Feed the feedback junky and please review! All coments, positive or negitive accepted, just please no flames. If you think the story sucks, please tell me why so I can try and fix it.