Troubles of Love

Chibi B: Hey there! Long time no update! XD Sorry about that.but I've been starting another fic, and I can't seem to stop adding to it! I MIGHT post it. It depends on if I think I could finish it.

Taski: I think that one is at least a little better than this and PA.

Chibi B: O.O!! Did you just compliment me?!?! *faints of shock*

Taski: -_-. Okay, here's this next dumb chapter of TOL.

Chibi B: WAIT! Thank you reviewers! I'm shocked at how many I'm getting! I thought that I was only going to get at least 30 for the whole story! And I'm almost at 100!!! Thank you all so much!!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own it. Shoo and go bug someone else.

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Chapter 10

"Alright, this looks like a safe spot." Marik muttered, and separated from Malik, Bakura doing the same from Ryou. He then started to set up their picnic, laying down the big and comfortable blanket and taking out their food. "I'm starving." Marik said hungrily, and downed his sandwich in one bite. Ryou and Malik giggled at him while Bakura shook his head in amusement.

Ryou took a small bite out of his own sandwich, and spit it out immediately. A disgusted look plastered on his face. "Malik? What did you put on these things?"

Malik shrugged and opened Ryou's slices of bread. "Oops, sorry Ryou, that was Marik's sandwich." Marik grinned and swiped the sandwich out of Ryou's hands and ate it quickly, licking his fingers when he was finished.

"What was on it?" Bakura asked Ryou curiously, who still donned a look of repulsion.

"I don't know, but it tasted awful!" Ryou complained, then took out a banana and started to peel it.

"Cucumbers, ketchup, cheese, and salami! My favorite!" Marik declared. Bakura gagged and Ryou choked while Malik rolled his eyes, aware of Marik's unusual appetite.

They finished up their meal quickly, and snuggled down together, basking in one another's presence. Bakura had his arms wrapped around Ryou, who was snuggled between him and Malik, while Marik was on the end holding his hikari. After a while, both lights fell into a light doze, still snuggled against each other. Marik nodded his head towards a park bench, silently asking Bakura to follow him as he unwound himself from Malik and stood up. Bakura raised in eyebrow in question, but followed Marik in interest.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Bakura questioned, plopping down on the bench casually.

"Ryou." Marik said sternly, making Bakura look up at him inquisitively. "Why do you think he can't remember anything? I don't recall seeing any fatal head wound." Bakura thought a moment, before hesitantly answering.

"I think, that the events that happened to him were too traumatic for him to remember." Getting a confused look from Marik, Bakura attempted to explain again, "I think that he's hid the memories in some part of his mind, blocking them off unintentionally in a way to save his sanity. His mind couldn't really comprehend what was happening to him, so it blocked yesterday's events out."

"Oh, I think I get it." Marik rubbed his head sheepishly, trying to understand what Bakura was saying. Bakura, annoyed, just waved the other yami off, too tired to deal with it now. They both turned back to their hikaris, to see that there was someone else standing over the younger teens, smirking evilly. Marik and Bakura looked at each other before bolting towards them.

"What do you want?" Bakura scowled dangerously at the man. He didn't like the looks of him, the other's orange eyes seemed too eerie, even to Bakura.

"Me? Oh, I'm just an acquaintance of these two." The orange eyed man sneered at them. "And who might you two nice looking men be?" He licked his lips in an invitation.

"None of your business." Marik spat, not liking the man either. "And what do you mean you're an acquaintance of Malik and Ryou? I know all of Malik's friends, and I don't remember ever meeting you.

"Neither do I." Bakura growled, a warning look in his eyes.

"Oh, well, you see, that's because we're more than just 'friends'." He grinned at them dangerously.

"What do you me-" Realization dawned and him and he stared dumbfounded at the man.

"Bakura? What's wrong?" Marik asked concernedly, noting the other's stunned disposition.

"It's him." He croaked out, still in shock. "He's the one."

"Huh? Bakura, what are you talking about.?" Then he too grasped who the man was.

He looked surprised for a moment, and then his face took on that of an angry wolf, snarling at the man now found out to be Daisuke. "You bastard." He hissed.

Bakura too had snapped out of his stupor and was sending Daisuke glares strong enough to have any man wetting his pants and screaming bloody murder. "I'll kill you!" He roared, charging at him, fist drawn back, ready to punch.

Daisuke just smirked at them once again, before grabbing Ryou by his arm and pulling the hikari in front of him as a shield. Bakura's fist stopped inches from Ryou's face, barely ceasing in time. Daisuke then whipped out a knife and held it at the now arising white haired teen's throat. Bakura's eyes widened and he dropped his fist, backing away to stand next to Marik.

Ryou blinked his eyes opened, startled to find himself in an upright position. He looked ahead of him and saw Bakura and Marik standing there with looks of horror stuck on their faces. What was going on? He was about to ask when he felt something sharp press against his throat. His eyes widened in fear and he started to shake considerably. He had a bad feeling about all this.

"Ahh, hello Little One. I see you're awake, did you miss me?" Daisuke sucked on Ryou's earlobe sensually. Ryou shuddered, he recognized that voice from somewhere, he just couldn't remember where.

"Wh-Who are you and what do you want?" Ryou asked bravely, trying to push back another wave of fear as the man rubbed his free hand down Ryou's thigh.

"What? Don't remember me? I'm hurt, honestly." Daisuke faked, his hand continuing their movements. "And what I want, is you."

"Let go of him." Bakura yelled furiously, fuming with anger, and fright for Ryou's safety.

"But why? He's just so beautiful, don't you think?" Daisuke purred, now running his hand up Ryou's shirt, making the younger one whimper in fright as his eyes filled with tears.

"Please, let me go." Ryou pleaded, his voice filled with fright.

"Hmm, let me think about it." Daisuke paused. "No." He started to drag Ryou away, who began to thrash violently. "I wouldn't move if I were you." He snarled, and kicked Ryou's back shin harshly. "Stay put!" He warned Bakura and Marik, who had begun to slowly edge forward in attempt to stop him.

"No! Let me go!" Ryou yelped when Daisuke gripped his arm harshly, digging his nails into the softer boy's skin. He attempted to drag the light away again, but tripped when Malik, who had woken up after Daisuke grabbed Ryou, grabbed his ankle. The knife he held to Ryou's neck flew out of his hands and he flailed his arms backwards, trying to regain balance.

"Ryou! Run!" He screamed, struggling to get up himself. Ryou scrambled out of Daisuke's grip and stumbled over to Bakura and Marik, collapsing against Marik and soaking the other's shirt with his tears. Malik hurried over as well, and grasped onto Bakura, trembling in his arms.

Daisuke stood up, his bright orange eyes blazing in anger. "You'll pay for that!" He hissed dangerously, glowering at Malik.

Ryou pulled his head away from Marik and turned around, seeing a good view of his attacker for the first time. As he stared into the man's face, he started to have weird flashbacks. His temples began to throb, and he whimpered falling to his knees, holding his aching head as he heard Daisuke's voice come out of seemingly nowhere.

"You're nothing but a whore!"

Ryou covered his ears, shaking his head back and forth to try and rid of the voice.

"Stop moving around so much, the end result is still going to be the same!"

He let out a sob and curled into a shuddering ball, rocking himself back and forth in a feeble attempt to comfort himself.

"So beautiful, covered in blood, absolutely delicious."

Ryou threw back his head and released an agonizing wail. He vaguely remembered someone shaking him and asking what was wrong before all went black. The last thing he heard was Daisuke's horrid whispering voice.

"You're mine..All mine Little One..."

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Chibi B: Done! There's another poorly written chapter by me! And *gasp* He's back! .Wait a minute, he wasn't supposed to come back!

Taski: *whistling innocently*

Chibi B: *glare* Anyways, I'll try to update Painful Accusations more. R&R!!! Thanks!