"All I Wanted", by Ryoubakurafan013
Disclaimer: Do I even need to say one this time? I mean, this is the sixth chapter. By now, you should know that I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Warnings: I'm really fed up with people telling me that I'm making all this into a comical theme. I'm basically trying to show the effects of rape through these characters. I'm NOT trying to make a joke out of all this! I may be a virgin, but I have read and studied about people after a rape, and to tell the truth, it makes me sick. Nevertheless, it makes a good plot, and I hope that as you enjoy this (if you do) you'll see how scary this is for Ryou to go through. That shall be my warning. Decide from that if you want to keep reading or not. This fic is now in the angst category first instead of romance, so that should tell you something.
Pairings: Just Ryou/Bakura for this chapter. Unless you count Malik's incessant ranting about his yami as Malik/Mariku...
Author's notes: Hehe... have you all forgotten about this fic? I'm really sorry about the long wait for an update, but once school started in mid August, I had too much to do. But now, on a day when I finally have absolutely nothing else to do, I can type chapter 6! See, I did already have it hand-written (I worked on it during school) but just couldn't find time to get it typed up. So once again, I apologize for not getting this out sooner.
Chapter Six
*****Bakura's POV*****
How long have I been in here? I do not know. In all probability, I've been searching for Ryou for hours. And the whole time I've been in here, it's been gradually getting colder. I imagine that if there were any light, I'd be able to see my breath now, that's how unpleasantly cold it has become in here. This only presses me to find him more quickly; for I fear that he'll freeze to death.
Calling out to him has done no good. Either he can't hear me, or he's too weak to respond. I don't want either to be the case. Oh Ra... Please, let him be alright... Wait, did I just pray? No... I did NOT. I couldn't have. I haven't done that in... forever, it seems like. Oh fuck... Well, whatever deity there is out there must not favor me much...
I imagine that pretty soon, I'll have ice crystals all over my skin; it's that cold in here. Hn... It sure would help my mood some if it weren't dark. Oh wait - there's a flash of blood-red lightning - but now it's gone, and I can't see again. How utterly lovely. I really hate feeling my way around in here... Then again, there isn't much to feel. No walls, just masses of black clouds to walk on. Yes, the clouds are black, because I can see them whenever the lightning flashes. Funny thing is, they used to be bluish-green, and I used to be able to see in here. But Ryou has changed since I was last in here... Damn you, Mariku, and the pain that you've caused my hikari.
I try calling out to him again. "Ryou Bakura, where are you?!" Nothing in response. It feels funny to say my name at the end of his... "Ryou!" This soul room is huge... my voice isn't even echoing. I have to take this as a bad sign.
Ugh... I smell blood all of a sudden, and I don't like it... and the air has suddenly gotten thicker. What can this mean? Could it be that I'm getting closer to Ryou? On the one hand, that would mean that I could find him, but on the other... he could be... gone. No, the soul room would disappear and I would be kicked out of his body if he were dead, so there's still hope. But the scent of human blood discourages me still...
A lightning bolt crackles underneath my feet, before exploding, sparks flying into the air, although they do not hurt me upon contact with my skin. Maybe I'm too cold to feel it...? Ah, but now I can see... The hazy reddish fog has gotten thicker. Maybe... No, don't get your hopes up, Bakura. It's just fog, nothing else. Meh... now I can't see anymore. Oh well... I trudge along, shoving my hands into my jeans pockets and shivering. It has to be some kind of miracle that Ryou's still alive... Maybe the gods ARE watching out for him. ...nah. It's his strength. No matter what happens to him, my hikari with still have that unexplainable will to live. Ha, I think it was inherited from me.
My teeth chattering, I continue to walk, until my foot comes in contact with something solid, and I trip, crashing to the floor. It's a good thing that this room is made out of clouds, or there would be a very unhappy yami right about now. What the hell did I trip over, anyway? Suddenly, I hear just the faintest groan from right beside me, and I crawl over to where I tripped, feeling around until my hand meets icy cold skin... Ryou's leg.
Nearly shouting in relief, I feel my way along his body until my hand comes up to his face, and I place my other hand on his bare chest, feeling the slight breathing movements he makes. "Ryou, are you awake? Speak to me... Please." I wait for a response, but don't receive more than a small, pained moan. Still... I think that means he heard me. "It's okay, I'm here now... You're gonna be alright." Another noise of recognition. Satisfied with that, I get onto my knees and scoop his body up, noting that he should definitely weigh more than he does right now, and that he's probably colder than me since he's wearing nothing. "Come on," I whisper in his ear, standing up, "let's get you out of here, Ryou."
*****Malik's POV*****
I hate it when he disappears after he hurts me... You'd think that my yami would at least care enough to pick me up off the floor, but noooo... he has to go back into my mind and taunt me while I clean up the rug for the fifth time this month. I hate you, Mariku.
{That's too bad, because I just looooooove you, Malik.} There's so much sarcasm in that statement, I can just see the expression on his face. {You must be psychic or something, then.} Just shut up and let me clean all the blood off the carpeting. {Fine then.}
I can't keep on living my life like this. Some day, I'll finally break, and he'll be forced to do without me for his personal whore. That would be good... No, I can't do that to him. He's like this for a reason, I'm sure. Everyone has a reason for doing what he or she does... I just don't know what his reason is.
{I'm an insane bastard, you know that already.}
ANYWHO... I also can't do that to him, because I know that deep down, he does care about me. He just ignores it. If he didn't care about me at all, he would have killed me. He doesn't need me anymore; he's gotten strong enough that he doesn't need a host. {True... I have my reasons for keeping you alive.} But you aren't going to share them with me, are you? {Right.} In that case, leave me alone. {But it's so much fun to listen to you complain about me!} Grr... Sometimes I just want you to wither away and die. {I'm invincible!!} Yes, I know. That's one of the things I both like and hate about you. Just... stop talking so much. {Make me.} You know I can't. {Which is what makes that taunt so amusing.} Urasei, baka. {You're no fun.} It's hard to be fun when you have a yami that abuses you, when he said he would save you from your pain. {...} Yeah, that's right. Just shut up for once.
I dab at the carpeting with a sponge, drawing out the blood, then squeeze it into a bucket. Dipping the sponge into the pan of clean water, I then repeat the process. This is really tiresome, yami. I wish you would just have me on the bed... then all I would have to do is change the sheets. My back wouldn't be so sore, either. It's bad enough that my ass hurts. {...} Fine, don't talk to me. See if I care.
I drop the sponge, listening, as I hear a scream, and then a hushed voice coming from the room that Bakura is in. Is he awake? Did he hear my screams, even though Mariku's hands muffled them? Oh, no... What if he sees the blood on the carpet, and figures it all out?! He can't know that my yami is back... he'd be furious! He might even try to hurt me! {I would protect you...} Yes, you protect me from everyone; everyone except yourself. {I wouldn't have to hurt you if you would cooperate.} How can I cooperate? You don' even care how much you hurt me... Just let me go check on Bakura, and then you can bitch all you want.
Leaving the room I was in, in favor of going into Bakura's temporary one, I stop at the door when I hear Ryou's voice. It sounds like he's so... weak... And then Bakura speaks to him. "It's okay... Please, don't be afraid of me, hikari. I would never hurt you." He cares so much about Ryou... Why can't my darker half be that way...?
*****Ryou's POV*****
Who is he? What does he want from me? Can't I just continue to be curled up here, where I feel safe? Why must he pick me up and take me to... wherever he's taking me? I can barely move, hardly breathe... "Come on, let's get you out of here, Ryou," he whispers into my ear, sending a chill down my already cold spine. Everything's so cold in here... Wait... Ryou? Why does that sound so familiar? And who is he, anyway...?
A flash of bright, white light surrounds us, and I clench my eyes shut, feeling absolutely nothing... except a horrible pain in my lower back. Blinking open my eyes, I find that I am in a very familiar room, lying on a very familiar bed, with an extremely familiar face peering down at me. Suddenly, I remember everything about me... and the memories of a few days ago come back full-force. No...
I scream.
*****Normal POV*****
Ryou scooted as far away from his yami as possible, looking at him with eyes filled with fear. "Don't... come near me..." he managed to grate out, his upper back and head pressed against the headboard of Malik's bed.
The yami also backed away, keeping his distance, but nevertheless still wore a concerned look on his features. "It's okay... Please, don't be afraid of me, hikari." He gazed at the young boy in a loving manner. "I would never hurt you."
"Just... don't touch me... please..." Ryou pressed himself even further against the headboard, and jumped suddenly when the door opened. His chocolate eyes darted back and forth between Malik and Bakura, and he yelped when the Egyptian boy moved towards him suddenly. "No!"
Malik stopped short, looking to Bakura for help. " What's wrong?" he asked, more to the yami than the hikari, confusion apparent on his face.
"Go get him something to drink, and an extra blanket," Bakura commanded, and his friend left without question. Meantime, Ryou had hidden himself under a convenient sheet, his entire body shaking as he sobbed silently, memories from all that has transpired within the past week drowning him in a metaphysical sea inside his mind. The dark one tried to open their mind link in order to better comfort the broken boy, but found nothing, not even a mental blockade. (It's true then,) he thought, (Mariku accomplished what he wanted to. Ryou will live in eternal darkness, and myself, in endless pain.) Their link had been disengaged, and there was nothing he could do to get it back... Nothing that he would allow himself to do, anyway; he couldn't, after what had happened to his hikari... "I'm really sorry, Ryou. I wish I could do something to help you, love." The minute he had said those words, the younger stopped crying and simply lay there, unable to speak. "Hikari?"
"How could you still love me, after all that's happened? I've been... tainted..." The silver-haired teen poked his head out from under the covers. His eyes were red and watery, and he had slight dark circles under his eyes, but Bakura still thought he was beautiful.
"I could never stop loving you, my light," he assured the younger man, inching towards him until he was right next to the bed. Ryou winced when the mattress shifted underneath him, but as soon as his yami's arms enveloped him in a tight embrace, he felt much better. "I'll never stop caring for you, nor will I ever hurt you, my precious little angel. I'm so sorry that I couldn't prevent what happened, but I swear to you that it will never happen again. May the gods strike me down with their every power if I'm lying..."
Just then, Malik walked back in with a glass of water and two pills, his eyes watered over. "Here, Ryou..." As the younger reached out to take the pain meds from the Egyptian, Malik felt the chilliness of the boy's hands, and noticed his shivering. When Ryou took the glass and drank slowly, his friend wiped away the tears that threatened to spill, hurrying out of the room. Moments later, he returned with a large, bulky comforter, spreading it across the two boys and taking Ryou's now-empty glass. "Take good care of him, Bakura. I trust you..."
Nodding, the spirit crawled under the sheets and pulled his shirt off, discarding it, before wrapping his strong arms around his hikari. "I will." As Malik left, shutting the door, Bakura lifted his light's hair, kissing the back of his neck gently. The boy shuddered, but said nothing, scooting closer to his counterpart's body for warmth and nuzzling his throat. "Sleep well, hikari," the Ring spirit coaxed softly, and Ryou, remembering that those words had been spoken to him when he had first met his yami, was extremely comforted by that fact, and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.
But things were far from peaceful in the opposite end of the apartment.
*****Malik's POV*****
Nothing can happen in the kitchen... Well, aside form my yami stabbing me to death. But you wouldn't do that, would you? {No. Now leave me alone.} What are you doing? {I'm thinking. Leave me alone.} What about? {Malik... you're trying my patience.} It's what you always do to me, so I thought I'd do it to you. {You DO know the consequences of getting me angry with you, don't you?} Oh yes, I do. I'll leave you alone... As long as you do the same for me. {Fine.} Fine.
I really hate you. You tricked me into thinking that I was safe with you, and then you betrayed me. You always take away anything you can get, yami. Bakura was right - you are power-hungry, and evil. But what he does not know is that no one will ever be able to defeat you. He thinks he is safe, but he is not, which is why I mustn't let Ryou stay here. Come tomorrow, I'll drive them home, and then only come in contact with either of them in open, public places. I hate to do this, but it's necessary. Yami, you ruin everything...
*****Normal POV*****
As Mariku sat, listening to his hikari, he grew restless. He had meant to cause a lot of pain and destruction to other people's lives, but not to his hikari's... Even so, an evil, sadistic yami must do what all evil, sadistic yamis do; he kicked the boy's soul out of his body unexpectedly, before taking Malik over, and ignored the younger's protests. "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I get what is mine," he growled, leaving the refrigerator door open and reaching for a kitchen drawer. "Even if it means breaking my word to Malik." Opening it, he seized a sizeable knife with serrated edges, looking at his reflection on the blade with fascination. "I'm actually sorry, but there is no way I'm letting that weak boy have Bakura."
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Yes, I'm very sorry that I have to make Mariku such an evil guy... I really do love him... ::huggles a nearby Ryou plushie:: But I couldn't exactly use Pegasus or something... No one else fits into the plot. ::bows:: Gomennasai for those of you who like the pretty Egyptian... he will have a character change later on, for those of you who are Malik/Mariku fans. ::covers mouth:: Oops! Was that a spoiler??
Um... anywho, as always, thanks for reading. I'll have the next chapter out really soon... I swear it! ::looks around at all the doubtful expressions:: Uh... Ja!
Disclaimer: Do I even need to say one this time? I mean, this is the sixth chapter. By now, you should know that I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Warnings: I'm really fed up with people telling me that I'm making all this into a comical theme. I'm basically trying to show the effects of rape through these characters. I'm NOT trying to make a joke out of all this! I may be a virgin, but I have read and studied about people after a rape, and to tell the truth, it makes me sick. Nevertheless, it makes a good plot, and I hope that as you enjoy this (if you do) you'll see how scary this is for Ryou to go through. That shall be my warning. Decide from that if you want to keep reading or not. This fic is now in the angst category first instead of romance, so that should tell you something.
Pairings: Just Ryou/Bakura for this chapter. Unless you count Malik's incessant ranting about his yami as Malik/Mariku...
Author's notes: Hehe... have you all forgotten about this fic? I'm really sorry about the long wait for an update, but once school started in mid August, I had too much to do. But now, on a day when I finally have absolutely nothing else to do, I can type chapter 6! See, I did already have it hand-written (I worked on it during school) but just couldn't find time to get it typed up. So once again, I apologize for not getting this out sooner.
Chapter Six
*****Bakura's POV*****
How long have I been in here? I do not know. In all probability, I've been searching for Ryou for hours. And the whole time I've been in here, it's been gradually getting colder. I imagine that if there were any light, I'd be able to see my breath now, that's how unpleasantly cold it has become in here. This only presses me to find him more quickly; for I fear that he'll freeze to death.
Calling out to him has done no good. Either he can't hear me, or he's too weak to respond. I don't want either to be the case. Oh Ra... Please, let him be alright... Wait, did I just pray? No... I did NOT. I couldn't have. I haven't done that in... forever, it seems like. Oh fuck... Well, whatever deity there is out there must not favor me much...
I imagine that pretty soon, I'll have ice crystals all over my skin; it's that cold in here. Hn... It sure would help my mood some if it weren't dark. Oh wait - there's a flash of blood-red lightning - but now it's gone, and I can't see again. How utterly lovely. I really hate feeling my way around in here... Then again, there isn't much to feel. No walls, just masses of black clouds to walk on. Yes, the clouds are black, because I can see them whenever the lightning flashes. Funny thing is, they used to be bluish-green, and I used to be able to see in here. But Ryou has changed since I was last in here... Damn you, Mariku, and the pain that you've caused my hikari.
I try calling out to him again. "Ryou Bakura, where are you?!" Nothing in response. It feels funny to say my name at the end of his... "Ryou!" This soul room is huge... my voice isn't even echoing. I have to take this as a bad sign.
Ugh... I smell blood all of a sudden, and I don't like it... and the air has suddenly gotten thicker. What can this mean? Could it be that I'm getting closer to Ryou? On the one hand, that would mean that I could find him, but on the other... he could be... gone. No, the soul room would disappear and I would be kicked out of his body if he were dead, so there's still hope. But the scent of human blood discourages me still...
A lightning bolt crackles underneath my feet, before exploding, sparks flying into the air, although they do not hurt me upon contact with my skin. Maybe I'm too cold to feel it...? Ah, but now I can see... The hazy reddish fog has gotten thicker. Maybe... No, don't get your hopes up, Bakura. It's just fog, nothing else. Meh... now I can't see anymore. Oh well... I trudge along, shoving my hands into my jeans pockets and shivering. It has to be some kind of miracle that Ryou's still alive... Maybe the gods ARE watching out for him. ...nah. It's his strength. No matter what happens to him, my hikari with still have that unexplainable will to live. Ha, I think it was inherited from me.
My teeth chattering, I continue to walk, until my foot comes in contact with something solid, and I trip, crashing to the floor. It's a good thing that this room is made out of clouds, or there would be a very unhappy yami right about now. What the hell did I trip over, anyway? Suddenly, I hear just the faintest groan from right beside me, and I crawl over to where I tripped, feeling around until my hand meets icy cold skin... Ryou's leg.
Nearly shouting in relief, I feel my way along his body until my hand comes up to his face, and I place my other hand on his bare chest, feeling the slight breathing movements he makes. "Ryou, are you awake? Speak to me... Please." I wait for a response, but don't receive more than a small, pained moan. Still... I think that means he heard me. "It's okay, I'm here now... You're gonna be alright." Another noise of recognition. Satisfied with that, I get onto my knees and scoop his body up, noting that he should definitely weigh more than he does right now, and that he's probably colder than me since he's wearing nothing. "Come on," I whisper in his ear, standing up, "let's get you out of here, Ryou."
*****Malik's POV*****
I hate it when he disappears after he hurts me... You'd think that my yami would at least care enough to pick me up off the floor, but noooo... he has to go back into my mind and taunt me while I clean up the rug for the fifth time this month. I hate you, Mariku.
{That's too bad, because I just looooooove you, Malik.} There's so much sarcasm in that statement, I can just see the expression on his face. {You must be psychic or something, then.} Just shut up and let me clean all the blood off the carpeting. {Fine then.}
I can't keep on living my life like this. Some day, I'll finally break, and he'll be forced to do without me for his personal whore. That would be good... No, I can't do that to him. He's like this for a reason, I'm sure. Everyone has a reason for doing what he or she does... I just don't know what his reason is.
{I'm an insane bastard, you know that already.}
ANYWHO... I also can't do that to him, because I know that deep down, he does care about me. He just ignores it. If he didn't care about me at all, he would have killed me. He doesn't need me anymore; he's gotten strong enough that he doesn't need a host. {True... I have my reasons for keeping you alive.} But you aren't going to share them with me, are you? {Right.} In that case, leave me alone. {But it's so much fun to listen to you complain about me!} Grr... Sometimes I just want you to wither away and die. {I'm invincible!!} Yes, I know. That's one of the things I both like and hate about you. Just... stop talking so much. {Make me.} You know I can't. {Which is what makes that taunt so amusing.} Urasei, baka. {You're no fun.} It's hard to be fun when you have a yami that abuses you, when he said he would save you from your pain. {...} Yeah, that's right. Just shut up for once.
I dab at the carpeting with a sponge, drawing out the blood, then squeeze it into a bucket. Dipping the sponge into the pan of clean water, I then repeat the process. This is really tiresome, yami. I wish you would just have me on the bed... then all I would have to do is change the sheets. My back wouldn't be so sore, either. It's bad enough that my ass hurts. {...} Fine, don't talk to me. See if I care.
I drop the sponge, listening, as I hear a scream, and then a hushed voice coming from the room that Bakura is in. Is he awake? Did he hear my screams, even though Mariku's hands muffled them? Oh, no... What if he sees the blood on the carpet, and figures it all out?! He can't know that my yami is back... he'd be furious! He might even try to hurt me! {I would protect you...} Yes, you protect me from everyone; everyone except yourself. {I wouldn't have to hurt you if you would cooperate.} How can I cooperate? You don' even care how much you hurt me... Just let me go check on Bakura, and then you can bitch all you want.
Leaving the room I was in, in favor of going into Bakura's temporary one, I stop at the door when I hear Ryou's voice. It sounds like he's so... weak... And then Bakura speaks to him. "It's okay... Please, don't be afraid of me, hikari. I would never hurt you." He cares so much about Ryou... Why can't my darker half be that way...?
*****Ryou's POV*****
Who is he? What does he want from me? Can't I just continue to be curled up here, where I feel safe? Why must he pick me up and take me to... wherever he's taking me? I can barely move, hardly breathe... "Come on, let's get you out of here, Ryou," he whispers into my ear, sending a chill down my already cold spine. Everything's so cold in here... Wait... Ryou? Why does that sound so familiar? And who is he, anyway...?
A flash of bright, white light surrounds us, and I clench my eyes shut, feeling absolutely nothing... except a horrible pain in my lower back. Blinking open my eyes, I find that I am in a very familiar room, lying on a very familiar bed, with an extremely familiar face peering down at me. Suddenly, I remember everything about me... and the memories of a few days ago come back full-force. No...
I scream.
*****Normal POV*****
Ryou scooted as far away from his yami as possible, looking at him with eyes filled with fear. "Don't... come near me..." he managed to grate out, his upper back and head pressed against the headboard of Malik's bed.
The yami also backed away, keeping his distance, but nevertheless still wore a concerned look on his features. "It's okay... Please, don't be afraid of me, hikari." He gazed at the young boy in a loving manner. "I would never hurt you."
"Just... don't touch me... please..." Ryou pressed himself even further against the headboard, and jumped suddenly when the door opened. His chocolate eyes darted back and forth between Malik and Bakura, and he yelped when the Egyptian boy moved towards him suddenly. "No!"
Malik stopped short, looking to Bakura for help. " What's wrong?" he asked, more to the yami than the hikari, confusion apparent on his face.
"Go get him something to drink, and an extra blanket," Bakura commanded, and his friend left without question. Meantime, Ryou had hidden himself under a convenient sheet, his entire body shaking as he sobbed silently, memories from all that has transpired within the past week drowning him in a metaphysical sea inside his mind. The dark one tried to open their mind link in order to better comfort the broken boy, but found nothing, not even a mental blockade. (It's true then,) he thought, (Mariku accomplished what he wanted to. Ryou will live in eternal darkness, and myself, in endless pain.) Their link had been disengaged, and there was nothing he could do to get it back... Nothing that he would allow himself to do, anyway; he couldn't, after what had happened to his hikari... "I'm really sorry, Ryou. I wish I could do something to help you, love." The minute he had said those words, the younger stopped crying and simply lay there, unable to speak. "Hikari?"
"How could you still love me, after all that's happened? I've been... tainted..." The silver-haired teen poked his head out from under the covers. His eyes were red and watery, and he had slight dark circles under his eyes, but Bakura still thought he was beautiful.
"I could never stop loving you, my light," he assured the younger man, inching towards him until he was right next to the bed. Ryou winced when the mattress shifted underneath him, but as soon as his yami's arms enveloped him in a tight embrace, he felt much better. "I'll never stop caring for you, nor will I ever hurt you, my precious little angel. I'm so sorry that I couldn't prevent what happened, but I swear to you that it will never happen again. May the gods strike me down with their every power if I'm lying..."
Just then, Malik walked back in with a glass of water and two pills, his eyes watered over. "Here, Ryou..." As the younger reached out to take the pain meds from the Egyptian, Malik felt the chilliness of the boy's hands, and noticed his shivering. When Ryou took the glass and drank slowly, his friend wiped away the tears that threatened to spill, hurrying out of the room. Moments later, he returned with a large, bulky comforter, spreading it across the two boys and taking Ryou's now-empty glass. "Take good care of him, Bakura. I trust you..."
Nodding, the spirit crawled under the sheets and pulled his shirt off, discarding it, before wrapping his strong arms around his hikari. "I will." As Malik left, shutting the door, Bakura lifted his light's hair, kissing the back of his neck gently. The boy shuddered, but said nothing, scooting closer to his counterpart's body for warmth and nuzzling his throat. "Sleep well, hikari," the Ring spirit coaxed softly, and Ryou, remembering that those words had been spoken to him when he had first met his yami, was extremely comforted by that fact, and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.
But things were far from peaceful in the opposite end of the apartment.
*****Malik's POV*****
Nothing can happen in the kitchen... Well, aside form my yami stabbing me to death. But you wouldn't do that, would you? {No. Now leave me alone.} What are you doing? {I'm thinking. Leave me alone.} What about? {Malik... you're trying my patience.} It's what you always do to me, so I thought I'd do it to you. {You DO know the consequences of getting me angry with you, don't you?} Oh yes, I do. I'll leave you alone... As long as you do the same for me. {Fine.} Fine.
I really hate you. You tricked me into thinking that I was safe with you, and then you betrayed me. You always take away anything you can get, yami. Bakura was right - you are power-hungry, and evil. But what he does not know is that no one will ever be able to defeat you. He thinks he is safe, but he is not, which is why I mustn't let Ryou stay here. Come tomorrow, I'll drive them home, and then only come in contact with either of them in open, public places. I hate to do this, but it's necessary. Yami, you ruin everything...
*****Normal POV*****
As Mariku sat, listening to his hikari, he grew restless. He had meant to cause a lot of pain and destruction to other people's lives, but not to his hikari's... Even so, an evil, sadistic yami must do what all evil, sadistic yamis do; he kicked the boy's soul out of his body unexpectedly, before taking Malik over, and ignored the younger's protests. "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I get what is mine," he growled, leaving the refrigerator door open and reaching for a kitchen drawer. "Even if it means breaking my word to Malik." Opening it, he seized a sizeable knife with serrated edges, looking at his reflection on the blade with fascination. "I'm actually sorry, but there is no way I'm letting that weak boy have Bakura."
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Yes, I'm very sorry that I have to make Mariku such an evil guy... I really do love him... ::huggles a nearby Ryou plushie:: But I couldn't exactly use Pegasus or something... No one else fits into the plot. ::bows:: Gomennasai for those of you who like the pretty Egyptian... he will have a character change later on, for those of you who are Malik/Mariku fans. ::covers mouth:: Oops! Was that a spoiler??
Um... anywho, as always, thanks for reading. I'll have the next chapter out really soon... I swear it! ::looks around at all the doubtful expressions:: Uh... Ja!