A.n.-Gomen for the wait, I've been busy with stuff. And I was caught at an impasse as to whether I should use Marik or Yuugi's p.o.v. for this....Hope ya like it^_^. I choose Marik btw:).
Also, Shitsumon, don't worry:). Yuugi will be added soon^_~ I can't forget him of course:)
And Happy Yaoi Lover, I would write a lemon...but I'm not exactly good with writeing them...So sorry hon, the rating will probably stay as is...
And...Ryou-Bakura read one of my fics and liked it*blushes*arigato!^_^.
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"I wanna push you around, well I will, I will...I
wanna push you down, well I will, I will
I wanna take you for granted, yeah I wanna take you for granted
And I wanna take you for granted...yeah, yeah I will"
--Matchbox 20 "Push"
He smells like rain.
Sweet, clean, melting droplets falling from the heavens high above. It's his innocence that draws us all. To crush that innocent soul in my hands, to see his clear untainted blood flow across my hands in a vivid river...delicious. I ran a hand across his moonlit ivory face. Lovely pure swirling pools of brown are closed in sleep. I think I'll let him rest for a while, recover. We have had such a night...such a bloody, beautiful night. Wish I could keep him longer...
But with my own true Hikari so far away it puts a strain on me to try and draw from this new host. Not that I mind this new Hikari...but he isn't mine. A shame, perhaps. But my own Hikari is just as beautiful as this one, if not more so. Shattered remains of a broken mirror bended to reflect me he is. Only a small little shadow in his own mind, afraid of his own existence...terrified by the fact that he's chained to me forever.
Hehehe...It could be worse. He could be that idiot of a Pharaoh's pitiful Hikari. Boring...save the world from the return of the Shadow Games! *Gasp*, my friends have evil Yamis out to steal my Puzzle and conquest/destroy the world. Pathetic. I'd say we get the more fun out of the bargain. After all, they're trying to save the world...we get to crush it in our hands...and they call me crazy...hehehe. Not my fault they can't see a good time when it's right in front of them.
Why follow the rules when it's all the more amusing to break them all? Bah, not my fault they don't get it. Idiot Pharaoh.
I smiled softly, tracing my fingers over the lust-bruised lips of my young pure lover. He's so confused...contradicting himself. He hates me, but he can't deny that he's attracted to me because of my cruelty...because I don't give a damn what anyone thinks. Like my own Hikari he both abhors and loves me endlessly. Hate and love, lust and power...same difference. His young mind is fascinating, though it disappoints me that I can't travel through it with the ease that the Theif can.
I pouted at the thought. But then He isn't my Hikari, this is just a very temporary shaky vessel for my essence. Poor little Thief's Hikari...think I shattered what will remained in him...hahaha...so much fun!
Much more fun then my own Hikari! Mm....wonder how Thief is treating my Hikari? Mmmm...hehe...Thief is so funny...smart too...wonder what my dear chibi Hikari will be like when he returns? Hmm...guess I'll find out in three sun rises and sets.
I smiled, laying back on the black silk covers...black's my favorite color, along with red...blood red...
Shifting onto my side I pulled the white-haired boy into my arms. He moaned in my grasp, struggling a little as his eyes snapped open. Fearfully they shot up to meet mine. He trembled in my gasp, trying to shrink away from me.
I smiled possessively and kissed him hard on the lips, pulling his body closer to me so his head was resting on my collarbone. I could feel tears dribbling down my flesh, his body shaking against mine as he finally gave up and clung to me as he sobbed. I reveled in the power I could feel surging through my very blood.
A broken twisted mirror...mine, mine, mine! Hehe...hmm...maybe I pay visit to Thief and my Hikari...no...no, not 'till later. I want to give the Thief a little more quality time with my Hikari before I return to retrieve him. Mm, then we can a wonderful little reunion...hehehe!
Hmmm...wonder what Thief will think of my work on his Hikari? He'll probably laugh. Sometimes I think that Thief is more crazy then the Pharaoh 'n his idiot followers say I am...
I snuggled closer to the white haired Thief's tenshi. He's so warm, so pure. Like my yummy Hikari. Every one of our Hikaris are different. Thief's Hikari is like the cool life-giving raindrops that was so rare in our Ancient World sprinkled with the musky glinting Thief's scent, my Hikari reminds me of those golden sunsets and the scent of Jasmine and metal, Pharaoh's Hikari is all sunshine and light mixed with sugar touched with the cold darkness of his other.
I licked my lips slowly, reveling in the feel of the white haired innocent that laid in my grasp. He was sobbing a little still, and I licked his tears away. He trembled even more at my act before passing out into an uneasy slumber. I snuggled against him, burying my face in that shiny white hair of his.
Beautiful things are meant to be broken.
My Hikari very beautiful...so very fragile too. Strong, oh yes he is...to others but never me. I know every crook and cranny of his delightful body, every thought and every memory that dares stir through his mind is *mine*. Because...he is mine. Oh, Thief's Hikari isn't mine...though I do wish he were. He's a beautiful toy and under my command...momentarily.
I smiled wickedly. The Pharaoh thinks he's so righteous and good, always making those speeches and gathering those weakling mortals underneath his command...hahaha, fools...every last one of them.
They don't dare comprehend the fact that the Pharaoh is merely using them...for what purpose I don't know, nor care really. I've got a Hikari in my arms and another tied to my soul, and the world ready to bow down at myfeet when I choose to make my move. I'll make them all pay then, make them all pay for locking me in that dark place...forced to wait until incomparable hate and anger burned my doorway to this world open again.
I pouted. They didn't understand. Didn't even try to understand for that matter. Crazy and psychotic they call me, as though their words have some sort of power over me. As though by saying them they can cast me out of this world, out of their minds. Hahaha...as if. I'm always there. I'm a Yami. Forged in a darkness they can't even comprehend, foolish little mortals. I'm a piece of that darkness that lives in everything. I'm a part of just what makes a killer long for the sight of their victim's blood, I'm the irresistible murmur that makes people do what they know is wrong. I'm a child of the night, the purest darkness forged from the purest light.
The world's a contradiction, full of them. The very beings that should fear us like no other run straight into our arms, begging for our tainted embrace just as we fall to our knees for those pure little lights. They love us, they hate us, they desire us like nothing in the world. We're a drug, and a Hikari can't get enough of us...just as we can't get enough of them.
Hahahaha...idiots...they'll never understand it. What it feels like to have them whimpering beneath your hands, to feel the satin blood of a foe or passerby victim over their hands...ooh...the screams...you wouldn't *believe* how beautiful that is...how amazing it is to see the life fade from someone's eyes as you play god and send them to the After Life.
No...you'll never know just as they won't...because your scared...just like all of them!
Hehehe...stupid little mortals. You'll never get it. Not that I care. Just means more fun for me while you blunder about in your blindness. The white haired innocent trembled in my arms, his eyes opening blearily. Chocolate orbs opened and looked up to meet my own. I smiled ruefully.
"Wakey, wakey little light."
He moved away instantly from my embrace, but I quickly pinned him beneath me; reaching over to the nightstand to pull the Sennen Rod with the blade extended into my view. He shook under my embrace and I licked his cheek, marking him.
"Wait here, little one. Don't move," I ordered before climbing off him.
I made a great show of walking across the room and out of it with my back turned to him, daring him to try and escape. I heard the bed squeak behind me, and a slow rustling. A smile toke my lips. Ooh, did the innocent have a little spark of rebellion still burning through his mind? Ahh...hehehe...this is going to be fun if he does. Beautiful things are meant to be broken.
I kept my movements fluid and unconcerned, as though I hadn't heard a thing. A true predator never lets the prey know he's aware and waiting for him to make a move. It's a game, all a game. You play cruely and strategically or you lose just like that. I walked into the kitchen and lingered in front of the fridge before reaching past it to grab a glass out of the cabinet. I didn't want beer to slow my senses, even if it did take a lot to, I wanted to be more then alert when Thief's Tenshi made his move.
I filled the glass and toke a couple sips before leaving it there. Retreating from the kitchen I grabbed a pair of handcuffs off a nearby table and made my way back to the bedroom. Unsurprisingly, little Ryou was not lying in the bed. The sheets were in disarray, the sheets marred with the sight of tangy blood.
I licked my lips. He couldn't have gone far. The door to leave here was locked and though the windows were open, the ledges were to small for him to climb up on and it was too high for him to jump without hurting himself too much to run. He was here, in the apartment. His blood racing, his heart beating like an enraged drum. His body sweating with all the fear that raced through his mortal soul.
"Ryou..." I said, a taunt making its way through my voice, "where has Thief's Hikari run to? Hehehe...is hiding...HERE," I shouted, ripping the closet door open, exposing it to the moonlit night.
Nothing.
I paced the room. The walls were thin and I knew he was probably hearing every move I was making, for I was making no attempt to mask them. I wanted him to hear me closing in, feel the vibrations of my footsteps as I closed in. I could practically smell his terror bleeding through the room as he crouched somewhere just waiting for me to find him.
How I love the hunt. Prolonging the pleasure of catching him here only made me feel better.
"Hmm...I know you're here Ryou..." I said, raising my voice only slightly to make sure he could hear me, "I know you're listening to every move I make...praying to every god you know that I won't find you. But I will. You want to know my theory, Ryou? I'm sure you will, its rather interesting," I said as I left the bedroom, he wasn't there.
The actions we had done there earlier would make him want to leave as soon as possible. The object of looking in the closet had been a long shot, but a working one. It had only served to make his heart race and build his hopes of not being found...before I shattered that glimmer of hope that is.
"I theorize that after all these years of living with the Thief will make you want to retreat into dark, small, almost claustrophobic places. Because in the open you'll feel exposed, vulnerable. Because...though you despise being alone in the shadows, it's the only place you can feel somewhat safe. Am I right, Ryou-chan?" Silence answered my voice.
I grinned. I stopped in the living room. Here. He was in here. I knew it. I could *feel* it.
I made a show of looking behind the couches and high chairs, staying away from the small closed -empty- doors of the entertainment center. I chuckled darkly, knowing it will make his young skin crawl and his heart only beat faster. I grinned and walked into the kitchen loudly, my ears pricked up for the slightest sound from the living room. Nothing. I tiptoed around to the other entrance that lead to the hallway through the kitchen and snuck back into the living room. I kneeled next to the two doors.
With an almost palpable rage I yanked the two doors open to reveal two glistening brown eyes and a mane of wild white hair. I felt a smile curve my lips before I was suddenly knocked over on my back by the lithe little ball of mortal fluff. As he wrestled for control against me I could feel the thin cloth of his boxers he'd pulled on before his escape against my bare thighs. I hadn't bothered dressing, the Hikari apparently though had a measure of modesty even now.
One of my numerous daggers was pressed against my throat, the light one straddled my hips, his hair falling around my face. His breath was hot and heavy, though I'm sure mine was the same. The whole situation was arousing me a little. It had been a while since I'd been in almost sneak attack like this. Malik hadn't pulled something like this in a while.
The dagger trembled at my throat, pressing firmly against my jugular. What now, Thief's Hikari? Will you slit my throat? Will you take that step? No, I think not. For while you may feel in control with that weapon in your grasp you know the truth. I'm in control of everything. You have that glittering blade against my throat because I'm LETTING you do it. Because I'm not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of you. Not the same for you little one... I smiled patronizingly at him.
"What are you going to do, Tenshi Ryou? Are you going to kill me? Do it, and you'll kill Malik-chan...and while you might hate me, you care about him..." the knife trembled, a could see what little resolve he had crumbling, "and even if his life wasn't on the line too, you know you couldn't kill me. You don't have it in you."
He gritted his teeth, his brow furrowing as he was caught at an indecision. His hand trembled again and I felt a slight sting and a warm dribble. The sight of the warm liquid that I'm sure raced down my throat made his eyes widen and a choking sob fight its way up. I laughed at him as he threw the knife across the room, impaling it in the far wall. Nice shot for a weakling.
He didn't move off me, his body sagging as what little force he used to try and keep me from rising cleared away. I moved my legs subtly, shifting my weight ever so slightly. He didn't even see it coming. I loosened an arm from his grasp and backhanded him hard across the face. Warm blood gushed from his lip as I flipped him beneath me, grinning like the madman I was. I laughed at him as I leaned up, straddling his hipsconfidently. He couldn't get up if he tried. I'm far the stronger of us.
Pearly tears ran in a river down his face. His eyes were begging me not to hurt him...but why shouldn't I? He's so very lovely when in pain...So very beautiful...and like I said before, beautiful things are meant to be broken. I stood and lifted him up into my arms. He didn't fight me at first as I began to lead him to the bedroom. I laid him on the bed, that's when the fire came back. The crying pathetic-ness in his eyes dissolved to pinpoints of panic. His body tensed and he jumped up and tried to run for the door, I grabbed him around the waist as he kicked and screamed.
He elbowed me in the stomach *hard* and kicked the one part of me that lovers had often touched in reverence. I bended over, my grip going limp on him as my eyes exploded into starbursts of pure unbridled pain and for that matter, anger. Oh, he was going to pay for that!
Growling in rage I suppressed the agony that seared through my loins and chased him out of the bedroom. If it had been any other that dared such a thing, except my Hikari of course, they'd have been dead in an instant. But, I liked the Thief...it was so hard to find a good partner these days anyway. And besides, death is often a Ra-given miracle. He would suffer for this. Oh yes, he would.
I caught him just as he was opening the door. I slammed it shut with my hand, my body pining his as I restrained his legs with my own in case he dared to try that little maneuver again. Which reminds me, I have to get even with my own Hikari for doing the same thing during their little "escape" the night before...
He pushed and shoved against me, swinging out with his fists as he tried to land a solid hit. I grabbed his wrists and slammed them hard against the wood door. A hellish fury was burning in my eyes, reflected in his own as his chest heaved up and down. The Hikari known as Ryou was not a fighter by nature, I knew this for a fact.
But I also knew that any Hikari when provoked can and will fight for their lives, their sanity, their bare pure soul. Guess I pushed a few buttons...Hehehe...fun, fun, fun!
I whirled around and dragged him to the center of the room, lifting him slightly to cuff his hands to the ceiling by the cuffs that hung from there. Put there just for this purpose. I wrapped a black silk blindfold around his eyes, destroying whatever leverage his senses could give him. Hearing and smell was all he had now. And both of those would be of little use to him at the moment.
His breathing was heavy and I circled him, watching in amusement as he kicked out at every sound I made. He stopped after he realized he was only draining himself and making his wrists chaff and bleed from his fruitless efforts. He hung there silently, his raspy breathing the only sound between us.
"...lemme down, onegai...I'm...I'm sorry...Marik-sama..." he begged softly, his voice cracking...recognizing at last just how much control I had over him.
I laughed at him loudly.
"I don't think you are, slave," I said, watching his whole body bristle at what I called him. Demeaning him completely by terming him such. "I think you enjoyed every second of it. You defied me, little one. And you will pay for it."
I walked away and pulled the dagger he'd thrown earlier out of the wall and walked back over to him. I wrapped my arms around him from behind to hold him still and began to carve into his back. He thrashed instantly but I held him fast, leaning forward to brush my lips against his ear.
"Hold still Hikari, my amusement at your defiance runs thin..."
He stopped moving instantly, his whole body shaking as I returned to my carvings on his higher back. There were still some healing marks there, burn marks I belive. I moved higher, past them a little since I didn't want my own writeings to be obscured by the scars the burns would leave. I wrote Bakura's name first in hieroglyphics, making them deep and firm enough to scar. Underneath I drew the Sennen Eye in perfect detail.
Ryou was sobbing now, his body trembling. Crimson rained down his back, blocking out my lovely designs. His cries aroused me only further, to the point where it nearly hurt.
I brought the dagger down and cut off his boxers, and walked in front him to completely bask in his beauty. His face was a mask of perfect sorrow, the bruises and countless scares only served to highlight the vulnerable beauty of him. I licked my lips and kissed him hard, reaching up to rip off the blindfold as I tasted the sweetness of him. I pulled away. I had to see his eyes. Had to see the submission lying there.
The fires of rebellion had burned out, leaving only a shell of a person behind. Perfect. I ran my fingers down his face.
"We'll continue our game later. I'm going to leave you here to think your actions." I dug my nails into his cheek and dug them down, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make my point.
Turning I walked away and to the couch. I laid down, looking over at him with hooded eyes. Perhaps I'll take a nap before continuing with him...A smile of bliss toke my lips as I closed my eyes, two Hikaris danced through my mind. One with long platinum hair, the other with wild white. Crimson was flowing over their faces, their eyes wide and pitiful in their weakness. Beautiful...
A.n.- 'n' we stop there:). Heh...that was my first try at a Marik p.o.v. I hope I did well^_^. 'n' I hope you enjoyed this chapter too:). Review onegai, so I'll know to add more^_^.
Also, Shitsumon, don't worry:). Yuugi will be added soon^_~ I can't forget him of course:)
And Happy Yaoi Lover, I would write a lemon...but I'm not exactly good with writeing them...So sorry hon, the rating will probably stay as is...
And...Ryou-Bakura read one of my fics and liked it*blushes*arigato!^_^.
Dedication-R Amythest, Millenium Elf, Shitsumon, Guess, Dreamcaser149, Hikari no Yami, Thockie, Darangel2586, Anonymous, Draggy, Cari Starfire, Elusitania, Happy Yaoi Lover, AngelsKitten, Zypher Dragon a.k.a. Diamond, Flaming Heart, Karadaki, Promise, Ryou-Bakura, KittyKatie and Firedraygon97. Arigato all of you!!^_^*whipes a tear*Ya'all are so supportive...the love is so wonderful ^_^Ty all of you! *throws Ryou-chan n' Malik-chan plushies at you all along with roses*
"I wanna push you around, well I will, I will...I
wanna push you down, well I will, I will
I wanna take you for granted, yeah I wanna take you for granted
And I wanna take you for granted...yeah, yeah I will"
--Matchbox 20 "Push"
He smells like rain.
Sweet, clean, melting droplets falling from the heavens high above. It's his innocence that draws us all. To crush that innocent soul in my hands, to see his clear untainted blood flow across my hands in a vivid river...delicious. I ran a hand across his moonlit ivory face. Lovely pure swirling pools of brown are closed in sleep. I think I'll let him rest for a while, recover. We have had such a night...such a bloody, beautiful night. Wish I could keep him longer...
But with my own true Hikari so far away it puts a strain on me to try and draw from this new host. Not that I mind this new Hikari...but he isn't mine. A shame, perhaps. But my own Hikari is just as beautiful as this one, if not more so. Shattered remains of a broken mirror bended to reflect me he is. Only a small little shadow in his own mind, afraid of his own existence...terrified by the fact that he's chained to me forever.
Hehehe...It could be worse. He could be that idiot of a Pharaoh's pitiful Hikari. Boring...save the world from the return of the Shadow Games! *Gasp*, my friends have evil Yamis out to steal my Puzzle and conquest/destroy the world. Pathetic. I'd say we get the more fun out of the bargain. After all, they're trying to save the world...we get to crush it in our hands...and they call me crazy...hehehe. Not my fault they can't see a good time when it's right in front of them.
Why follow the rules when it's all the more amusing to break them all? Bah, not my fault they don't get it. Idiot Pharaoh.
I smiled softly, tracing my fingers over the lust-bruised lips of my young pure lover. He's so confused...contradicting himself. He hates me, but he can't deny that he's attracted to me because of my cruelty...because I don't give a damn what anyone thinks. Like my own Hikari he both abhors and loves me endlessly. Hate and love, lust and power...same difference. His young mind is fascinating, though it disappoints me that I can't travel through it with the ease that the Theif can.
I pouted at the thought. But then He isn't my Hikari, this is just a very temporary shaky vessel for my essence. Poor little Thief's Hikari...think I shattered what will remained in him...hahaha...so much fun!
Much more fun then my own Hikari! Mm....wonder how Thief is treating my Hikari? Mmmm...hehe...Thief is so funny...smart too...wonder what my dear chibi Hikari will be like when he returns? Hmm...guess I'll find out in three sun rises and sets.
I smiled, laying back on the black silk covers...black's my favorite color, along with red...blood red...
Shifting onto my side I pulled the white-haired boy into my arms. He moaned in my grasp, struggling a little as his eyes snapped open. Fearfully they shot up to meet mine. He trembled in my gasp, trying to shrink away from me.
I smiled possessively and kissed him hard on the lips, pulling his body closer to me so his head was resting on my collarbone. I could feel tears dribbling down my flesh, his body shaking against mine as he finally gave up and clung to me as he sobbed. I reveled in the power I could feel surging through my very blood.
A broken twisted mirror...mine, mine, mine! Hehe...hmm...maybe I pay visit to Thief and my Hikari...no...no, not 'till later. I want to give the Thief a little more quality time with my Hikari before I return to retrieve him. Mm, then we can a wonderful little reunion...hehehe!
Hmmm...wonder what Thief will think of my work on his Hikari? He'll probably laugh. Sometimes I think that Thief is more crazy then the Pharaoh 'n his idiot followers say I am...
I snuggled closer to the white haired Thief's tenshi. He's so warm, so pure. Like my yummy Hikari. Every one of our Hikaris are different. Thief's Hikari is like the cool life-giving raindrops that was so rare in our Ancient World sprinkled with the musky glinting Thief's scent, my Hikari reminds me of those golden sunsets and the scent of Jasmine and metal, Pharaoh's Hikari is all sunshine and light mixed with sugar touched with the cold darkness of his other.
I licked my lips slowly, reveling in the feel of the white haired innocent that laid in my grasp. He was sobbing a little still, and I licked his tears away. He trembled even more at my act before passing out into an uneasy slumber. I snuggled against him, burying my face in that shiny white hair of his.
Beautiful things are meant to be broken.
My Hikari very beautiful...so very fragile too. Strong, oh yes he is...to others but never me. I know every crook and cranny of his delightful body, every thought and every memory that dares stir through his mind is *mine*. Because...he is mine. Oh, Thief's Hikari isn't mine...though I do wish he were. He's a beautiful toy and under my command...momentarily.
I smiled wickedly. The Pharaoh thinks he's so righteous and good, always making those speeches and gathering those weakling mortals underneath his command...hahaha, fools...every last one of them.
They don't dare comprehend the fact that the Pharaoh is merely using them...for what purpose I don't know, nor care really. I've got a Hikari in my arms and another tied to my soul, and the world ready to bow down at myfeet when I choose to make my move. I'll make them all pay then, make them all pay for locking me in that dark place...forced to wait until incomparable hate and anger burned my doorway to this world open again.
I pouted. They didn't understand. Didn't even try to understand for that matter. Crazy and psychotic they call me, as though their words have some sort of power over me. As though by saying them they can cast me out of this world, out of their minds. Hahaha...as if. I'm always there. I'm a Yami. Forged in a darkness they can't even comprehend, foolish little mortals. I'm a piece of that darkness that lives in everything. I'm a part of just what makes a killer long for the sight of their victim's blood, I'm the irresistible murmur that makes people do what they know is wrong. I'm a child of the night, the purest darkness forged from the purest light.
The world's a contradiction, full of them. The very beings that should fear us like no other run straight into our arms, begging for our tainted embrace just as we fall to our knees for those pure little lights. They love us, they hate us, they desire us like nothing in the world. We're a drug, and a Hikari can't get enough of us...just as we can't get enough of them.
Hahahaha...idiots...they'll never understand it. What it feels like to have them whimpering beneath your hands, to feel the satin blood of a foe or passerby victim over their hands...ooh...the screams...you wouldn't *believe* how beautiful that is...how amazing it is to see the life fade from someone's eyes as you play god and send them to the After Life.
No...you'll never know just as they won't...because your scared...just like all of them!
Hehehe...stupid little mortals. You'll never get it. Not that I care. Just means more fun for me while you blunder about in your blindness. The white haired innocent trembled in my arms, his eyes opening blearily. Chocolate orbs opened and looked up to meet my own. I smiled ruefully.
"Wakey, wakey little light."
He moved away instantly from my embrace, but I quickly pinned him beneath me; reaching over to the nightstand to pull the Sennen Rod with the blade extended into my view. He shook under my embrace and I licked his cheek, marking him.
"Wait here, little one. Don't move," I ordered before climbing off him.
I made a great show of walking across the room and out of it with my back turned to him, daring him to try and escape. I heard the bed squeak behind me, and a slow rustling. A smile toke my lips. Ooh, did the innocent have a little spark of rebellion still burning through his mind? Ahh...hehehe...this is going to be fun if he does. Beautiful things are meant to be broken.
I kept my movements fluid and unconcerned, as though I hadn't heard a thing. A true predator never lets the prey know he's aware and waiting for him to make a move. It's a game, all a game. You play cruely and strategically or you lose just like that. I walked into the kitchen and lingered in front of the fridge before reaching past it to grab a glass out of the cabinet. I didn't want beer to slow my senses, even if it did take a lot to, I wanted to be more then alert when Thief's Tenshi made his move.
I filled the glass and toke a couple sips before leaving it there. Retreating from the kitchen I grabbed a pair of handcuffs off a nearby table and made my way back to the bedroom. Unsurprisingly, little Ryou was not lying in the bed. The sheets were in disarray, the sheets marred with the sight of tangy blood.
I licked my lips. He couldn't have gone far. The door to leave here was locked and though the windows were open, the ledges were to small for him to climb up on and it was too high for him to jump without hurting himself too much to run. He was here, in the apartment. His blood racing, his heart beating like an enraged drum. His body sweating with all the fear that raced through his mortal soul.
"Ryou..." I said, a taunt making its way through my voice, "where has Thief's Hikari run to? Hehehe...is hiding...HERE," I shouted, ripping the closet door open, exposing it to the moonlit night.
Nothing.
I paced the room. The walls were thin and I knew he was probably hearing every move I was making, for I was making no attempt to mask them. I wanted him to hear me closing in, feel the vibrations of my footsteps as I closed in. I could practically smell his terror bleeding through the room as he crouched somewhere just waiting for me to find him.
How I love the hunt. Prolonging the pleasure of catching him here only made me feel better.
"Hmm...I know you're here Ryou..." I said, raising my voice only slightly to make sure he could hear me, "I know you're listening to every move I make...praying to every god you know that I won't find you. But I will. You want to know my theory, Ryou? I'm sure you will, its rather interesting," I said as I left the bedroom, he wasn't there.
The actions we had done there earlier would make him want to leave as soon as possible. The object of looking in the closet had been a long shot, but a working one. It had only served to make his heart race and build his hopes of not being found...before I shattered that glimmer of hope that is.
"I theorize that after all these years of living with the Thief will make you want to retreat into dark, small, almost claustrophobic places. Because in the open you'll feel exposed, vulnerable. Because...though you despise being alone in the shadows, it's the only place you can feel somewhat safe. Am I right, Ryou-chan?" Silence answered my voice.
I grinned. I stopped in the living room. Here. He was in here. I knew it. I could *feel* it.
I made a show of looking behind the couches and high chairs, staying away from the small closed -empty- doors of the entertainment center. I chuckled darkly, knowing it will make his young skin crawl and his heart only beat faster. I grinned and walked into the kitchen loudly, my ears pricked up for the slightest sound from the living room. Nothing. I tiptoed around to the other entrance that lead to the hallway through the kitchen and snuck back into the living room. I kneeled next to the two doors.
With an almost palpable rage I yanked the two doors open to reveal two glistening brown eyes and a mane of wild white hair. I felt a smile curve my lips before I was suddenly knocked over on my back by the lithe little ball of mortal fluff. As he wrestled for control against me I could feel the thin cloth of his boxers he'd pulled on before his escape against my bare thighs. I hadn't bothered dressing, the Hikari apparently though had a measure of modesty even now.
One of my numerous daggers was pressed against my throat, the light one straddled my hips, his hair falling around my face. His breath was hot and heavy, though I'm sure mine was the same. The whole situation was arousing me a little. It had been a while since I'd been in almost sneak attack like this. Malik hadn't pulled something like this in a while.
The dagger trembled at my throat, pressing firmly against my jugular. What now, Thief's Hikari? Will you slit my throat? Will you take that step? No, I think not. For while you may feel in control with that weapon in your grasp you know the truth. I'm in control of everything. You have that glittering blade against my throat because I'm LETTING you do it. Because I'm not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of you. Not the same for you little one... I smiled patronizingly at him.
"What are you going to do, Tenshi Ryou? Are you going to kill me? Do it, and you'll kill Malik-chan...and while you might hate me, you care about him..." the knife trembled, a could see what little resolve he had crumbling, "and even if his life wasn't on the line too, you know you couldn't kill me. You don't have it in you."
He gritted his teeth, his brow furrowing as he was caught at an indecision. His hand trembled again and I felt a slight sting and a warm dribble. The sight of the warm liquid that I'm sure raced down my throat made his eyes widen and a choking sob fight its way up. I laughed at him as he threw the knife across the room, impaling it in the far wall. Nice shot for a weakling.
He didn't move off me, his body sagging as what little force he used to try and keep me from rising cleared away. I moved my legs subtly, shifting my weight ever so slightly. He didn't even see it coming. I loosened an arm from his grasp and backhanded him hard across the face. Warm blood gushed from his lip as I flipped him beneath me, grinning like the madman I was. I laughed at him as I leaned up, straddling his hipsconfidently. He couldn't get up if he tried. I'm far the stronger of us.
Pearly tears ran in a river down his face. His eyes were begging me not to hurt him...but why shouldn't I? He's so very lovely when in pain...So very beautiful...and like I said before, beautiful things are meant to be broken. I stood and lifted him up into my arms. He didn't fight me at first as I began to lead him to the bedroom. I laid him on the bed, that's when the fire came back. The crying pathetic-ness in his eyes dissolved to pinpoints of panic. His body tensed and he jumped up and tried to run for the door, I grabbed him around the waist as he kicked and screamed.
He elbowed me in the stomach *hard* and kicked the one part of me that lovers had often touched in reverence. I bended over, my grip going limp on him as my eyes exploded into starbursts of pure unbridled pain and for that matter, anger. Oh, he was going to pay for that!
Growling in rage I suppressed the agony that seared through my loins and chased him out of the bedroom. If it had been any other that dared such a thing, except my Hikari of course, they'd have been dead in an instant. But, I liked the Thief...it was so hard to find a good partner these days anyway. And besides, death is often a Ra-given miracle. He would suffer for this. Oh yes, he would.
I caught him just as he was opening the door. I slammed it shut with my hand, my body pining his as I restrained his legs with my own in case he dared to try that little maneuver again. Which reminds me, I have to get even with my own Hikari for doing the same thing during their little "escape" the night before...
He pushed and shoved against me, swinging out with his fists as he tried to land a solid hit. I grabbed his wrists and slammed them hard against the wood door. A hellish fury was burning in my eyes, reflected in his own as his chest heaved up and down. The Hikari known as Ryou was not a fighter by nature, I knew this for a fact.
But I also knew that any Hikari when provoked can and will fight for their lives, their sanity, their bare pure soul. Guess I pushed a few buttons...Hehehe...fun, fun, fun!
I whirled around and dragged him to the center of the room, lifting him slightly to cuff his hands to the ceiling by the cuffs that hung from there. Put there just for this purpose. I wrapped a black silk blindfold around his eyes, destroying whatever leverage his senses could give him. Hearing and smell was all he had now. And both of those would be of little use to him at the moment.
His breathing was heavy and I circled him, watching in amusement as he kicked out at every sound I made. He stopped after he realized he was only draining himself and making his wrists chaff and bleed from his fruitless efforts. He hung there silently, his raspy breathing the only sound between us.
"...lemme down, onegai...I'm...I'm sorry...Marik-sama..." he begged softly, his voice cracking...recognizing at last just how much control I had over him.
I laughed at him loudly.
"I don't think you are, slave," I said, watching his whole body bristle at what I called him. Demeaning him completely by terming him such. "I think you enjoyed every second of it. You defied me, little one. And you will pay for it."
I walked away and pulled the dagger he'd thrown earlier out of the wall and walked back over to him. I wrapped my arms around him from behind to hold him still and began to carve into his back. He thrashed instantly but I held him fast, leaning forward to brush my lips against his ear.
"Hold still Hikari, my amusement at your defiance runs thin..."
He stopped moving instantly, his whole body shaking as I returned to my carvings on his higher back. There were still some healing marks there, burn marks I belive. I moved higher, past them a little since I didn't want my own writeings to be obscured by the scars the burns would leave. I wrote Bakura's name first in hieroglyphics, making them deep and firm enough to scar. Underneath I drew the Sennen Eye in perfect detail.
Ryou was sobbing now, his body trembling. Crimson rained down his back, blocking out my lovely designs. His cries aroused me only further, to the point where it nearly hurt.
I brought the dagger down and cut off his boxers, and walked in front him to completely bask in his beauty. His face was a mask of perfect sorrow, the bruises and countless scares only served to highlight the vulnerable beauty of him. I licked my lips and kissed him hard, reaching up to rip off the blindfold as I tasted the sweetness of him. I pulled away. I had to see his eyes. Had to see the submission lying there.
The fires of rebellion had burned out, leaving only a shell of a person behind. Perfect. I ran my fingers down his face.
"We'll continue our game later. I'm going to leave you here to think your actions." I dug my nails into his cheek and dug them down, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make my point.
Turning I walked away and to the couch. I laid down, looking over at him with hooded eyes. Perhaps I'll take a nap before continuing with him...A smile of bliss toke my lips as I closed my eyes, two Hikaris danced through my mind. One with long platinum hair, the other with wild white. Crimson was flowing over their faces, their eyes wide and pitiful in their weakness. Beautiful...
A.n.- 'n' we stop there:). Heh...that was my first try at a Marik p.o.v. I hope I did well^_^. 'n' I hope you enjoyed this chapter too:). Review onegai, so I'll know to add more^_^.