A Warm Heart in a Cold Desert
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own YGO yet.
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik, maybe some S/J
Warnings/Other: Yaoi (Don't like? Don't read.), angst, death, maybe some OOC. For Tia and D. Uhm, Bakura goes ballistic/highly pissed off (if you're a Gundam Wing fan, think a very enraged Quatre on ZERO). Excessive spilling of blood.
Summary: -AU- Bakura, an Egyptian prison escapee. Ryou, a contradictory teenager sick of the family life. After Ryou is dragged along on his family trip to desert, he finds Bakura in the back of his car, and decides to run away with him. There's only one problem. They're lost in the desert with no idea where civilization is. YAOI BxR
WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE! IF YOU HAVE ANY ISSUES WITH A SUBJECT SUCH AS THIS, INSTANT MESSAGE OR EMAIL ME AND I WILL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENS IN THE REST OF THE CHAPTER. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU IT BOTHERS YOU.
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Ryou, too afraid to do anything else, did as he was told by the cloaked man and tried to make as little noise as possible. He didn't even breathe through his mouth, even though he needed more air in his lungs. Instead, he breathed in through his nose, trying to calm himself down. Hopefully Bakura had heard his cries for help, and even more hopefully, Bakura would have not been annoyed.
When he was finally told to stop walking, he looked up, and found three other men sitting around him, each with a matching sadistic grin. He gulped, unmoving as his captor removed his cloak.
Duveil pushed him to the hot, sandy ground, and kicked him around a few times, anger building in him each time Ryou refused to cry out in pain. Now proving himself to be wearing a tight grey muscle shirt and an equally tight pair of grey jeans, Duveil picked Ryou up by the collar and glared straight into teary brown eyes. "Will you cry for me? Will you bleed, will you scream, for me?" He spat in Ryou's face. Duveil's questions were more like commands as he dropped Ryou to the sand, kicking his ribs and grinning in satisfaction when he heard the tell-tale sound of breaking bone.
Ryou finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and he groaned, gently holding on to the side of his body where his rib had broken. It hurt to breathe, but he knew he had to continue breathing or else he would eventually be beaten to death. He tried to will himself into unconciousness as he was once again kicked in the back. Black dots blinked infront of Ryou as Duveil landed a powerful kick landed in the nape of his neck. Pain shot throughout his body, sending a fiery, uncontrollable spasm into every single nerve in Ryou's form.
Too battered and broken to fight back anymore, Ryou lay limp and almost lifeless on the sand as, once again, Duveil lifted him by the collar and shook him violently. When he allowed his head to hang down limply, Duveil's anger flared, and he backhanded the thin British youth. Ryou didn't even whimper in response as he was shaken a second time. Nor did he react at all when he was thrown face-first into the sand like an old rag doll who had long outlived its purpose. Duveil kicked the boy's ribs on the other side of his chest harshly until he heard them break as well.
He was somewhere between conciousness and unconciousness when he felt his shoes being removed, followed by his socks. 'Please... stop...' Salty tears began to build behind Ryou's closed eyelids as Duveil flipped him over and unbuckled his belt. 'Bakura...' He slipped into unconciousness momentarily before he was brought back to reality when his sensitive skin was suddenly exposed to the brash sun; his pants and boxers having just been ripped off his lower body.
Pain, like nothing he had felt before, nearly shred Ryou into peices when Duveil thrust himself inside him. What was left of Ryou's vision at this point faded into white nothingness. Exhausted to the point of near-death, Ryou passed out while Duveil was still inside him.
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"Bakura, wait!"
"Marik, shut up!" Bakura, infected wound and all, pushed the two blonde Egyptians off him and stumbled outside the cave. "I don't fucking care what you two say, if you don't want to come with me then stay here and leave me be!" He glared poisonously at the two before storming off into the desert sun, half running and half limping.
He ran until he saw what looked like two seperate sets of footsteps. Upon closer observation, he saw that one pair of footsteps was chasing the other, and then there was a spot in the sand where a struggle evidently took place. His eyes narrowed as he followed the footsteps, now heading in a different direction. As he walked, he dug into his pocket and extracted a deadly sharp dagger, with old, cracking blood stains still present.
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Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore, and broke into a run, although admittedly he couldn't run as fast as he would have liked to. He slowed down when he heard voices talking loudly. He knelt down and crept behind a rock, holding his dagger against his chest so that the sun would not reflect off the blade. When he saw what appeared to be an unconcious, naked boy with familiar silvery hair, rage exploded into Bakura's heart and he skulked down the rest of the rocky hill until he was behind all the laughing men. He gave a silent but heartfelt thanks to Ra for giving him the skill to sneak up on people without them noticing until it was too late.
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Raising the dagger behind the man closest to him, he suddenly forced the tip of the blade through the man's throat, chucking darkly as blood gurgled onto the fiend's shirt.
"Don't you *ever* touch my Ryou again." He hissed, his voice dripping with pure venom. Bakura wasn't even close to done as he reared on the second man, slicing across the tanned forehead before a reaction could be made. Leaving the second man, Kwaad, to fend for his bleeding self after punching the imbosile's neck, Bakura turned on the third of the four, and plunged the knife through the man's large stomach. Blood poured onto his arm and seeped into the fabric of his shirt as he retracted the dagger and glared angrily around for the fourth and final man, the one who had done the most damange to his Ryou.
"And you! You bastard, you're going to regret what you did to him!" Bakura spat, charging at the man, who, in his mind, was foolishly remaining perfectly still. Dagger aimed high, he swung the blade mightily at Duveil, who countered Bakura's attack with a powerful punch right to the Egyptian's stomach. Bakura froze, and bit his tongue. He concentrated, and the pain subsided. "You think you can defeat me that easily, you pig!" A purely satanic and insane grin crossed Bakura's face as he twisted around and pushed the dagger into Duveil's stomach. He was thrown back when a punch struck his jaw, and for a moment Bakura could only glare as pain seared throughout the right side of his face.
Quickly, he stood back up and kicked Duveil off his feet and removed his dagger as the taller man fell to the sand. "I swear by the sands of Egypt, I will never let you harm him or anyone else again!" The maniacle grin served to match the look of uncontrolled insanity in Bakura's wild brown eyes. Duveil held his breath, he had never seen such anger, nor had he seen the animalistic fury present in those treacherous orbs before. He had a feeling he wasn't going to make it out of this alive.
Bakura's breathing was slightly ragged, and his body was a little tired from his sudden fight, but the sadistic grin on his lips, the dark, almost inaudible chuckles emitting from inside those lips, the look of insanity beyond all reason, and the psychotic way Bakura's chuckles turned into laughs proved it true that he was not about to give up. Bakura's grin only widened as he suddenly lifted his head and threw the dagger at the human pig with such raw power that it seemed too strong to come from such a thin body.
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Off to the side, Ryou's dark unawareness was brought back to reality by the sounds of the fight. He groaned, his body hurt everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Lifting his head off the hot sand, he saw Bakura standing over the corpse of who he recognized to be the man who had harmed him in more ways than one. From Ryou's viewpoint, Bakura laughed maniacally and removed a bloodied dagger from the Duveil's stomach, only to throw it a second time at the bruised jaw.
"And THAT'S for kidnapping him! THIS is for kicking him!" Bakura kicked the dead man's body with all his strength, "THIS is for punching him!" He kicked Duveil's lifeless form in the head, "And, THIS," Bakura said, pulling his dagger out of Duveil's mangled jaw with a sudden, quick movement, "is for everything else you did, and merely existing!" A sharp and insane cackle escaped Bakura's lips as he stood above Deveil's neck, and brought the dagger crashing down, piercing throught the skin until he felt the last piece of skin break and his dagger hit the desert sand.
Horrified, Ryou allowed a single tear to slide down his cheek. He didn't want to go near Bakura right now, not after what he had just seen...
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Bakura fell to his knees, his fist still clenched around the handle of his blade in an iron grip. Rage still burned inside him, he still wanted his revenge. His body disagreed with him, however, seeing as when he went to lift the dagger to stab Duveil another time, his arm shook and he let it drop to his side. His heartbeat was as wild as his emotions were, he had to take a lot of deep breaths before he could calm himself down. He sighed, slumping his shoulders as he regained control of himself. Just now, in the heat of battle, he had no control over what he did; all he knew was what he was pissed off and wanted to take it out on the first person to defy his anger in any way whatsoever. But now that he had fully come to his senses, he groaned, slapping his bloodied hand to his forehead and cursing in Egyptian. If the police ever caught him now... Bakura shook his head. He didn't want his thoughts to go in that direction.
His head snapped up when he heard a soft cry from somewhere behind him. He turned around instantly, forgetting to drop his dagger in the process. Ryou had gotten his boxers and shirt back on some time during the fight, Bakura supposed, for the boy was no longer naked. Bakura returned his dagger to his pocket and walked carefully over to Ryou. "Ryou?"
"Please... please don't come near me, s-sir..." Ryou whimpered, still afraid of the sixteen-year-old Egyptian. "Please..."
Bakura's eyes flashed with deep sorrow for a moment, before his usual blank mask replaced itself. "What are you talking about? I killed him, he... he's dead." He blinked, realizing the distinct difference in how he was addressed. "...Sir?"
Ryou remained silent and turned away from Bakura. He wanted desperately to rewind time and stop himself from seeing Bakura kill the man; being held in Bakura's arms always gave him a feeling of safety, but now that he had seen those same arms used for manslaughter, Ryou didn't know what to think.
"Ryou," Bakura said softly, hesitantly reaching out and resting his hand on Ryou's shoulder. He had never truly felt the kind of hurt he was feeling now - a deep, inexpressible wound in his heart that burned to the point of driving him to tears. "Ryou," he choked out, closing his eyes to keep back the tears he had a feeling were to come, "Please. I'm... I'm sorry. I never should have let you come on this... this... whatever you want to call it, Trip to Hell for all I know, with me. I should have made you stay with your family. You wouldn't have to be so hungry, you wouldn't have to sleep with no roof over your head, you wouldn't have to have gone through what you just did, and you wouldn't have to know me. I'm sorry. I can find a way to get you back with your family, if you want me to. I can understand... if you want to go home right now, where you belong, instead of travelling the desert with me and Marik and Malik." The words hurt Bakura as he spoke, but he knew he had to say them. During his heartful speach, he still hadn't taken his hand off Ryou's shoulder.
Twin tears splashed down Ryou's cheeks. He leaned his head towards the warmth of Bakura's hand, but said nothing.
"Ryou," Bakura pleaded, "Please. Say something. Anything. Even if you tell me that you hate me, just please, say anything..."
More tears spilled out of Ryou's deep brown eyes as he reached up with his left arm, careful to avoid shifting his aching ribs too much, and tenderly grasped Bakura's fingers with his own. Still, he didn't speak.
Bakura scooted closer to Ryou, as if to embrace him. But, when he saw how the smaller boy recoiled slightly, he decided against touching any other part of Ryou's body other than his shoulder. He didn't remove his hand. "Ryou, can you stand?"
Silently, Ryou shook his head, lacing his fingers with Bakura's. He lowered his left arm to his side, brining Bakura's hand along with his own. With both his hands, Ryou held Bakura's hand as he lifted the older boy's hand to his lips. Ryou placed a gentle kiss on each of the pale fingers entertwined with his own.
"Do you want me to carry you back to Marik and Malik?" Bakura asked softly as Ryou still hadn't let go of his hand.
Ryou paused for a long moment. Dare he? `Bakura... please understand... I'm afraid... Too afraid to even talk...` He nodded, biting his tongue. He wasn't /as/ afraid of Bakura has he had been a few minutes ago, although he had decided that he hated Bakura's dagger. Even though he knew very well the Egyptian had been defending him, it still scared him that Bakura would go so far as to behead a person in a quest for revenge.
Bakura gently lifted Ryou into his arms, careful to avoid the obviously broken ribs and many bruises the boy had received. He walked slowly, checking on the precious package in his arms every so often until he saw the glorious salvation of Marik and Malik's desert cave.
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"Bakura! Where the hell have you been, do you have any idea how long-- What the-?! Is he alright?!" Malik started, yelling at Bakura in the beginning. His yelling stopped, however, upon seeing the barely concious Ryou in the tomb robber's arms, one pale hand laid softly across his abdomen.
The older of the two near-albinos glared, although is heart wasn't in it. "No, he is not 'alright'. You should have let me go with him, Marik! Do you know what happened to him!" Bakura turned his glare on Marik, who arched a thin blonde eyebrow.
When he was answered with silence, Bakura continued on in his rant. "A band of... whatever they are kidnapped him! And you know what their poor excuse for a human leader did?! Well! Do you?!" He wasn't directing his anger at Marik inparticular, and both of the darker-skinned Egyptians knew that Bakura needed to let off some steam. "He raped him! He fucking raped him! I found Ryou half naked in the sands with broken ribs and enough bruises to last a lifetime!"
Bakura's tone softened when he realized he had been clutching Ryou's form to him a little too tightly. "How anyone could do something like that to him..." He had positioned himself so that he was sitting against the wall of the cave, and Ryou was sleeping in his lap, much like the first night they had spent together.
"Some people deserve to have their heads cut off." Malik spat; he hated people like the one Bakura had mentioned.
"That's what I did."
Marik looked up, "You cut his head off?"
A single nod from Bakura was the answer. "Killed them all. All four of them." A light smirk played across his face. "I hope they go to hell."
"They will." Marik said, and Malik nodded. Bakura only stared at the sand beneath his sneakers, lost in thought.
`Please be okay...`
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Shori: *Hiding*
Bakura: GET. OUT. HERE. NOW!
Shori: o__o Bakura, remember that if you kill me, there won't be any more chapters.
Bakura: HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO RYOU!
Shori: I know, I know, I feel horrible for it! *Looks at reviewers* Uhm, before Bakura kills me, please take notice that I've updated the review counter to 90... Which is 15 more than before! ^_^
Bakura: Stop rhyming...
Shori: -_-; It was not intentional...
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own YGO yet.
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik, maybe some S/J
Warnings/Other: Yaoi (Don't like? Don't read.), angst, death, maybe some OOC. For Tia and D. Uhm, Bakura goes ballistic/highly pissed off (if you're a Gundam Wing fan, think a very enraged Quatre on ZERO). Excessive spilling of blood.
Summary: -AU- Bakura, an Egyptian prison escapee. Ryou, a contradictory teenager sick of the family life. After Ryou is dragged along on his family trip to desert, he finds Bakura in the back of his car, and decides to run away with him. There's only one problem. They're lost in the desert with no idea where civilization is. YAOI BxR
WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE! IF YOU HAVE ANY ISSUES WITH A SUBJECT SUCH AS THIS, INSTANT MESSAGE OR EMAIL ME AND I WILL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENS IN THE REST OF THE CHAPTER. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU IT BOTHERS YOU.
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Ryou, too afraid to do anything else, did as he was told by the cloaked man and tried to make as little noise as possible. He didn't even breathe through his mouth, even though he needed more air in his lungs. Instead, he breathed in through his nose, trying to calm himself down. Hopefully Bakura had heard his cries for help, and even more hopefully, Bakura would have not been annoyed.
When he was finally told to stop walking, he looked up, and found three other men sitting around him, each with a matching sadistic grin. He gulped, unmoving as his captor removed his cloak.
Duveil pushed him to the hot, sandy ground, and kicked him around a few times, anger building in him each time Ryou refused to cry out in pain. Now proving himself to be wearing a tight grey muscle shirt and an equally tight pair of grey jeans, Duveil picked Ryou up by the collar and glared straight into teary brown eyes. "Will you cry for me? Will you bleed, will you scream, for me?" He spat in Ryou's face. Duveil's questions were more like commands as he dropped Ryou to the sand, kicking his ribs and grinning in satisfaction when he heard the tell-tale sound of breaking bone.
Ryou finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and he groaned, gently holding on to the side of his body where his rib had broken. It hurt to breathe, but he knew he had to continue breathing or else he would eventually be beaten to death. He tried to will himself into unconciousness as he was once again kicked in the back. Black dots blinked infront of Ryou as Duveil landed a powerful kick landed in the nape of his neck. Pain shot throughout his body, sending a fiery, uncontrollable spasm into every single nerve in Ryou's form.
Too battered and broken to fight back anymore, Ryou lay limp and almost lifeless on the sand as, once again, Duveil lifted him by the collar and shook him violently. When he allowed his head to hang down limply, Duveil's anger flared, and he backhanded the thin British youth. Ryou didn't even whimper in response as he was shaken a second time. Nor did he react at all when he was thrown face-first into the sand like an old rag doll who had long outlived its purpose. Duveil kicked the boy's ribs on the other side of his chest harshly until he heard them break as well.
He was somewhere between conciousness and unconciousness when he felt his shoes being removed, followed by his socks. 'Please... stop...' Salty tears began to build behind Ryou's closed eyelids as Duveil flipped him over and unbuckled his belt. 'Bakura...' He slipped into unconciousness momentarily before he was brought back to reality when his sensitive skin was suddenly exposed to the brash sun; his pants and boxers having just been ripped off his lower body.
Pain, like nothing he had felt before, nearly shred Ryou into peices when Duveil thrust himself inside him. What was left of Ryou's vision at this point faded into white nothingness. Exhausted to the point of near-death, Ryou passed out while Duveil was still inside him.
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"Bakura, wait!"
"Marik, shut up!" Bakura, infected wound and all, pushed the two blonde Egyptians off him and stumbled outside the cave. "I don't fucking care what you two say, if you don't want to come with me then stay here and leave me be!" He glared poisonously at the two before storming off into the desert sun, half running and half limping.
He ran until he saw what looked like two seperate sets of footsteps. Upon closer observation, he saw that one pair of footsteps was chasing the other, and then there was a spot in the sand where a struggle evidently took place. His eyes narrowed as he followed the footsteps, now heading in a different direction. As he walked, he dug into his pocket and extracted a deadly sharp dagger, with old, cracking blood stains still present.
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Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore, and broke into a run, although admittedly he couldn't run as fast as he would have liked to. He slowed down when he heard voices talking loudly. He knelt down and crept behind a rock, holding his dagger against his chest so that the sun would not reflect off the blade. When he saw what appeared to be an unconcious, naked boy with familiar silvery hair, rage exploded into Bakura's heart and he skulked down the rest of the rocky hill until he was behind all the laughing men. He gave a silent but heartfelt thanks to Ra for giving him the skill to sneak up on people without them noticing until it was too late.
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Raising the dagger behind the man closest to him, he suddenly forced the tip of the blade through the man's throat, chucking darkly as blood gurgled onto the fiend's shirt.
"Don't you *ever* touch my Ryou again." He hissed, his voice dripping with pure venom. Bakura wasn't even close to done as he reared on the second man, slicing across the tanned forehead before a reaction could be made. Leaving the second man, Kwaad, to fend for his bleeding self after punching the imbosile's neck, Bakura turned on the third of the four, and plunged the knife through the man's large stomach. Blood poured onto his arm and seeped into the fabric of his shirt as he retracted the dagger and glared angrily around for the fourth and final man, the one who had done the most damange to his Ryou.
"And you! You bastard, you're going to regret what you did to him!" Bakura spat, charging at the man, who, in his mind, was foolishly remaining perfectly still. Dagger aimed high, he swung the blade mightily at Duveil, who countered Bakura's attack with a powerful punch right to the Egyptian's stomach. Bakura froze, and bit his tongue. He concentrated, and the pain subsided. "You think you can defeat me that easily, you pig!" A purely satanic and insane grin crossed Bakura's face as he twisted around and pushed the dagger into Duveil's stomach. He was thrown back when a punch struck his jaw, and for a moment Bakura could only glare as pain seared throughout the right side of his face.
Quickly, he stood back up and kicked Duveil off his feet and removed his dagger as the taller man fell to the sand. "I swear by the sands of Egypt, I will never let you harm him or anyone else again!" The maniacle grin served to match the look of uncontrolled insanity in Bakura's wild brown eyes. Duveil held his breath, he had never seen such anger, nor had he seen the animalistic fury present in those treacherous orbs before. He had a feeling he wasn't going to make it out of this alive.
Bakura's breathing was slightly ragged, and his body was a little tired from his sudden fight, but the sadistic grin on his lips, the dark, almost inaudible chuckles emitting from inside those lips, the look of insanity beyond all reason, and the psychotic way Bakura's chuckles turned into laughs proved it true that he was not about to give up. Bakura's grin only widened as he suddenly lifted his head and threw the dagger at the human pig with such raw power that it seemed too strong to come from such a thin body.
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Off to the side, Ryou's dark unawareness was brought back to reality by the sounds of the fight. He groaned, his body hurt everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Lifting his head off the hot sand, he saw Bakura standing over the corpse of who he recognized to be the man who had harmed him in more ways than one. From Ryou's viewpoint, Bakura laughed maniacally and removed a bloodied dagger from the Duveil's stomach, only to throw it a second time at the bruised jaw.
"And THAT'S for kidnapping him! THIS is for kicking him!" Bakura kicked the dead man's body with all his strength, "THIS is for punching him!" He kicked Duveil's lifeless form in the head, "And, THIS," Bakura said, pulling his dagger out of Duveil's mangled jaw with a sudden, quick movement, "is for everything else you did, and merely existing!" A sharp and insane cackle escaped Bakura's lips as he stood above Deveil's neck, and brought the dagger crashing down, piercing throught the skin until he felt the last piece of skin break and his dagger hit the desert sand.
Horrified, Ryou allowed a single tear to slide down his cheek. He didn't want to go near Bakura right now, not after what he had just seen...
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Bakura fell to his knees, his fist still clenched around the handle of his blade in an iron grip. Rage still burned inside him, he still wanted his revenge. His body disagreed with him, however, seeing as when he went to lift the dagger to stab Duveil another time, his arm shook and he let it drop to his side. His heartbeat was as wild as his emotions were, he had to take a lot of deep breaths before he could calm himself down. He sighed, slumping his shoulders as he regained control of himself. Just now, in the heat of battle, he had no control over what he did; all he knew was what he was pissed off and wanted to take it out on the first person to defy his anger in any way whatsoever. But now that he had fully come to his senses, he groaned, slapping his bloodied hand to his forehead and cursing in Egyptian. If the police ever caught him now... Bakura shook his head. He didn't want his thoughts to go in that direction.
His head snapped up when he heard a soft cry from somewhere behind him. He turned around instantly, forgetting to drop his dagger in the process. Ryou had gotten his boxers and shirt back on some time during the fight, Bakura supposed, for the boy was no longer naked. Bakura returned his dagger to his pocket and walked carefully over to Ryou. "Ryou?"
"Please... please don't come near me, s-sir..." Ryou whimpered, still afraid of the sixteen-year-old Egyptian. "Please..."
Bakura's eyes flashed with deep sorrow for a moment, before his usual blank mask replaced itself. "What are you talking about? I killed him, he... he's dead." He blinked, realizing the distinct difference in how he was addressed. "...Sir?"
Ryou remained silent and turned away from Bakura. He wanted desperately to rewind time and stop himself from seeing Bakura kill the man; being held in Bakura's arms always gave him a feeling of safety, but now that he had seen those same arms used for manslaughter, Ryou didn't know what to think.
"Ryou," Bakura said softly, hesitantly reaching out and resting his hand on Ryou's shoulder. He had never truly felt the kind of hurt he was feeling now - a deep, inexpressible wound in his heart that burned to the point of driving him to tears. "Ryou," he choked out, closing his eyes to keep back the tears he had a feeling were to come, "Please. I'm... I'm sorry. I never should have let you come on this... this... whatever you want to call it, Trip to Hell for all I know, with me. I should have made you stay with your family. You wouldn't have to be so hungry, you wouldn't have to sleep with no roof over your head, you wouldn't have to have gone through what you just did, and you wouldn't have to know me. I'm sorry. I can find a way to get you back with your family, if you want me to. I can understand... if you want to go home right now, where you belong, instead of travelling the desert with me and Marik and Malik." The words hurt Bakura as he spoke, but he knew he had to say them. During his heartful speach, he still hadn't taken his hand off Ryou's shoulder.
Twin tears splashed down Ryou's cheeks. He leaned his head towards the warmth of Bakura's hand, but said nothing.
"Ryou," Bakura pleaded, "Please. Say something. Anything. Even if you tell me that you hate me, just please, say anything..."
More tears spilled out of Ryou's deep brown eyes as he reached up with his left arm, careful to avoid shifting his aching ribs too much, and tenderly grasped Bakura's fingers with his own. Still, he didn't speak.
Bakura scooted closer to Ryou, as if to embrace him. But, when he saw how the smaller boy recoiled slightly, he decided against touching any other part of Ryou's body other than his shoulder. He didn't remove his hand. "Ryou, can you stand?"
Silently, Ryou shook his head, lacing his fingers with Bakura's. He lowered his left arm to his side, brining Bakura's hand along with his own. With both his hands, Ryou held Bakura's hand as he lifted the older boy's hand to his lips. Ryou placed a gentle kiss on each of the pale fingers entertwined with his own.
"Do you want me to carry you back to Marik and Malik?" Bakura asked softly as Ryou still hadn't let go of his hand.
Ryou paused for a long moment. Dare he? `Bakura... please understand... I'm afraid... Too afraid to even talk...` He nodded, biting his tongue. He wasn't /as/ afraid of Bakura has he had been a few minutes ago, although he had decided that he hated Bakura's dagger. Even though he knew very well the Egyptian had been defending him, it still scared him that Bakura would go so far as to behead a person in a quest for revenge.
Bakura gently lifted Ryou into his arms, careful to avoid the obviously broken ribs and many bruises the boy had received. He walked slowly, checking on the precious package in his arms every so often until he saw the glorious salvation of Marik and Malik's desert cave.
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"Bakura! Where the hell have you been, do you have any idea how long-- What the-?! Is he alright?!" Malik started, yelling at Bakura in the beginning. His yelling stopped, however, upon seeing the barely concious Ryou in the tomb robber's arms, one pale hand laid softly across his abdomen.
The older of the two near-albinos glared, although is heart wasn't in it. "No, he is not 'alright'. You should have let me go with him, Marik! Do you know what happened to him!" Bakura turned his glare on Marik, who arched a thin blonde eyebrow.
When he was answered with silence, Bakura continued on in his rant. "A band of... whatever they are kidnapped him! And you know what their poor excuse for a human leader did?! Well! Do you?!" He wasn't directing his anger at Marik inparticular, and both of the darker-skinned Egyptians knew that Bakura needed to let off some steam. "He raped him! He fucking raped him! I found Ryou half naked in the sands with broken ribs and enough bruises to last a lifetime!"
Bakura's tone softened when he realized he had been clutching Ryou's form to him a little too tightly. "How anyone could do something like that to him..." He had positioned himself so that he was sitting against the wall of the cave, and Ryou was sleeping in his lap, much like the first night they had spent together.
"Some people deserve to have their heads cut off." Malik spat; he hated people like the one Bakura had mentioned.
"That's what I did."
Marik looked up, "You cut his head off?"
A single nod from Bakura was the answer. "Killed them all. All four of them." A light smirk played across his face. "I hope they go to hell."
"They will." Marik said, and Malik nodded. Bakura only stared at the sand beneath his sneakers, lost in thought.
`Please be okay...`
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Shori: *Hiding*
Bakura: GET. OUT. HERE. NOW!
Shori: o__o Bakura, remember that if you kill me, there won't be any more chapters.
Bakura: HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO RYOU!
Shori: I know, I know, I feel horrible for it! *Looks at reviewers* Uhm, before Bakura kills me, please take notice that I've updated the review counter to 90... Which is 15 more than before! ^_^
Bakura: Stop rhyming...
Shori: -_-; It was not intentional...
