I read too many angst fics in a row…..now I have to write one. Though most of my fic are anyway….mrr…And hey! For ONCE I'm using Jap names! It's starting to flow more with me…I've been watching some of the Japanese episodes and they are being driven into my mind. Heheh, anyways…
YAOI: Bakura/Yami (Not for long though), Mariku/Yami, and whatever pairing comes alive.
Warnings: Yaoi (as seen above), VIOLENCE (I'm not sure if I should move this to R….)
/Yuugi to Yami/
//Yami to Yugi//
{Ryou to Bakura}
[Bakura to Ryou]
*Malik to Mariku*
~*Mariku to Malik*~
I'm trying to figure out HTML for the site, I mean, I can do basics when it's in an actual form, but otherwise…well, you probably catch my drift. So don't kill me if you see little I/I things in some places that were meant as dreams….mrr….no fair. If this comes out wrong, SOMEONE please HELP me oO;;;
Disclaimer: I do not have any rights to the show Yu-Gi-Oh and its assortment of characters, but I do own the characters Avanna and Shinkou.
"You are an angel in black." -Van: Reba
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I"NO! Stop! L-leave me alone, gods please! STOP!" A voice cried out loudly, wrists tied together behind his robed form's back. A paled hand slapped across the obviously weaker one's face, drawing blood from the raw skin before lowering itself, only to (with help from the possessor's second hand) tie a tight gag over the other's mouth.
"Weakling. You want me to stop so bad?" The sneer of the person causing such terror in the room grew more at the sight of the other struggle, muffled cries escaping his lungs and tried getting breaths of air through the gag. "What, the poor little Pharaoh can't save himself?" His words were followed up with a laugh, but a crack of a pure leather whip rang over the cackle, hitting against the stone floor of the Ancient Egyptian room.
The tied down body struggled more, ankles having already been "fused" with the chair by the method of rope. Tears poured out from crimson eyes, closing abruptly when the other came to notice them, the pale hand returning to his face, though this time seized his chin in examination.
"You poor little rat.." A sigh was heard, though incredibly fake. "…What will I do with you?"
Blood painted its way like rain from the face of the form to the ground, a loud, thick sound hitting to the stone like water. It was the whip, no longer doing a dance of death to the ground, no longer toying over the cracked and nicked surface….Now it had found its way to skin. First, it was simply the reddened face, already abused in so many ways itself. But then the form towering over him was striking area free of clothing, such as the sleeveless arms… The perfect dark, yet pale skin in its own way, now stained in the color of his eyes.
Crimson./I
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A low whimper erupted from the lips of a certain former pharaoh. He stored himself away in bed, besides his always lover…well, that's how he assumed it anyway. Night by night though, it was breaking down, breaking away slowly in a state of mental erosion. Tonight was the last of his strings to stay hooked to the other..
Dreams. Every night he's been having a dream from the past, a flashback more likely even. And each time he woke up in pain, so unbelievably weak that Yami hadn't a clue what to do with himself except curl up to his lover for comfort. But now….he couldn't!
For the first time in many ongoing nights, the eyes of his abuser were seen, the whole damn body was seen! And it was no fake. His abuser in the past, his lover now, was Bakura.
Yami gave a second whimper, pulling the covers around his lithe form and tensing as the one his back was to, stirred.
"Love?"
"H-Hai….?"
"What's wrong…? Is it another nightmare…?" An embrace was formed between the two, and Yami felt himself begin to sink against it, the warmth so loving, so caring, so….NO! He couldn't do this, not with Bakura….not ever again! Bakura hurt him so much, without one bit of sympathy and even if the other had changed….the scars remained.
"G-G-Get away!" Yami scattered himself away from the other, almost falling out of bed as he held out a hand towards Yami. The pale cheeks were in sheer confusion, having not a clue why his love could be acting in these ways.
"Please….love…..what is it…?"
Bakura's reaching hand was slapped away and Yami moved to stand out of the bed, hurt registering over the spirit of the ring's face. "Yami…my love…"
"SHUT UP! D-don't you even think of calling me that!" He was walking backwards, groping out for the door in the darkness and stumbling every few steps, body shaking immensely when he finally caught the knob. "Stay away from me, Bakura! I-I don't want to see you again! EVER!" The bedroom door opened and Yami fled, slamming it behind him and moving to seek a jacket, leaving the house completely.
Bakura stood as well, moving towards the window and watching the fleeing other, biting his lip in determination to go after him, but was held back mentally to give the other some time.
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Morning came with not much sleep for the silver fiend. He moved into the apartment's bathroom, the very apartment he'd share with Yami, who he took keen note that the other hadn't returned. Bakura faltered at that thought whilst he adjusted his hair from a morning-fuzz to its normal devilish self.
That done, the phone was his next placement, as he didn't care much for breakfast. Spirit or no, he just didn't like to eat the grub of the day. Lucky for him, he had known the Game Shop's number by heart, having being used to calling the tri-haired spirit before they had moved in together.
"Hello?"
"Sugoroku, can I speak to your grandson?"
There was some rustling of papers on the other side of the line, before a call could be heard echoing from the receiver, not much later the young Motou had picked up the phone. "Hello? Who's speaking?"
"Yuugi…it's….Bakura."
"Hn? Oh! Hey, Bakura, how goes things?" A pause trailed after the active boy's words before the spirit finally found a way to answer the question, begging for the answer he wished.
"Did Yami ever show at your place last night?"
"…What? Of course not, why would he? Isn't he with yo-"
"N-no….he ran off after waking up last night….I think he was having a nightmare, but normally he lets me help….I-I couldn't get near him…."
"Bakura, do you want to come over here? I can get the others to help and we can look for him, because I can't find his spirit with the puzzle…But you sound really shaken, so just come over here, ok?"
"Yeah…..alright…Arigatou, Yuugi-kun."
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Yami found himself in the darkness of an alleyway, it was the one place he could take for refuge that no one would suspect, that no one would find him. Sure the park would be where he would normally seek for a place to cool off, but….Bakura knew about it there. He would come and Yami wasn't sure he could keep running.
"I can't love the other…..I can't!" The spirit's body was broken down by his sobs, unable to be controlled as he held his body against part of the alley's wall, the fetal position he was in the same as it had been all night. No, he hadn't moved. Couldn't move. It….it had hurt him to much, his body sore….and from a nightmare! "But it was so real…it….it…" The one moment he had of sanity was lost and the tears racked away at him once again.
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"So you're saying he just ran off like that…?" Yuugi began after listening to Bakura's tale of the recent night. Funny how many people were gathered in the living room in the housing area of the Game Shop, but people come with their attractions, and some just come daily anyway like Jounouchi.
But there were others instead of him. The simple group, subtract Mai and add Kaiba and what do you get? The list is short in the eyes of some: Seto, Jou, Malik, Mariku (who hid off in his soul room), Anzu, Honda, Ryou, Bakura, Otogi, Shinkou (happened to be in town), and of course Yuugi.
"Hai…..just like that.."
"What has he previously had nightmares on?"
Bakura glanced up at his love's look-alike form, then around the room before sighing, gaze dropping to the floor. "He really hasn't told me much. He said he's always been restrained…and that someone is always hurting him, but the person never talks, so we can never figure it out….he won't tell me anything else. He always seems like the dreams hurt him mentally…"
The room went silent as eyes gazed upon the distraught yami, mainly Ryou seemed in the greatest of fears. Sure he'd always catch his other in tender moments, but totally broken down inside and out was something new for him. The chocolate eyes pulled away, glancing to the one that stood more away from the group than near. "Shinkou-kun, your Yami's cousin, has anything like this ever happened? Even in Egypt or something…?"
Hazel eyes didn't meet Ryou's soft ones, merely stared at Malik as if looking through him, but the brunette hardly kept lock to that match up and looked away, arms folded over his teal jacket, much resembling Seto's, aside from the color. "No. Never." Somehow the voice was convincing, but internally was another story.
~*Fools…*~ Malik's inner voice hissed, from his soul room he glared out towards them all, and especially Shinkou, the strong eyes setting darkly onto Bakura. The only ones who had any idea were himself and Shinkou, Bakura with a long lost memory. Other than that, everyone seemed like clueless zombies.
*Yami…?*
No responds came and Malik gave a sigh, his other being pretty much useless.
"Well….where does he normally go when he needs to be alone…?"
"The park…" Bakura whispered, russet eyes still upon the floor, voicing out to the Motou.
~*He won't be there. He's keeping away from Bakura, so he won't be where he knows the other will find him.*~ The cold words brought a chill towards the hikari on the opposing end, but he spoke the words his dark half gave, a faint agreement coming back from Bakura and Malik couldn't help but thank his other.
*Why don't you come out of your soul room…?*
~*We're leaving.*~
Malik's eyes widened and he could feel a probing of his mind, trying to make his body move, but Mariku was growing frustrated when his light didn't. ~*Don't make me use the Sennen Rod on you to give you a boost!*~
*But Ya-*
Mariku let his impatience get the best of him, the flat layered hair of his other shifting more in a lift as he took full control of the boy, standing to sneer at the pathetic group. "I'm going out." Were the first words from his mouth, but not final as he walked passed the Egyptian known as Shinkou, stopping besides him and eying the other of same height from his hue's corners. "You better watch Bakura or I swear I'll cut your throat and serve the fluids to the gulls." His voice hissed only enough for the one he was by to hear, getting a nod before leaving the house.
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'Not again….he was never supposed to remember ANY of that…Are you going to turn on him again, Bakura? Turn as that bastard you were in the past? Dammit….I don't know if I can be there for him again…' Mariku sighed as he fondled his hands over the Sennen Rod, walking absently where he had a pretty good idea of where the former pharaoh had been hiding. In his honesty, this wasn't something new to him….to have to find the other.
'I admit to trying to kill you various times over the Sennen Items…but that's nothing to what he's done. It's a mere speck compared to the suffering he's cast out…' His hands curled tightly around the item in anger, swearing out in his native tongue that he would make Bakura pay, even if it killed him.
Mariku froze at his spot in the main road, though there wasn't much around as if the area were deserted. Inhabitants: Three; himself, Malik, and Yami. His eyes moved lightly, enough to look down an alley branched off from the road he was on, eyes widening when he finally caught the other, hardly able to be seen by the way his form held together.
*He looks awful!*
The yami grunted at his hikari, literally forming a mental cubical around the light's soul room, blocking out all senses to the outside world. No need to have himself be seen being soft.
Mariku slowly moved in, flicking the rod passed the other's head and brushing it against one of the spikes of hair. The reaction was simple, Yami curled tighter, if it were possible it had been more than before. Mariku sighed at this, slipping the item in a loop off his jeans and knelt before the other, holding out a hand and hovering it mere inches by Yami's hidden face.
"Yami."
The form stiffened and Mariku glanced away, lowering his arm to cross over his leg. 'He must have had another dream…' His head shook and he sat with crossed legs besides the other, waiting as long as he needed to for the other to relax, which may take awhile.
******
I"My Pharaoh, are you all right?"
The King of Game's eyes stared besides him to one of his High-Priests, eyes full of tiredness but he tried to hide it. "You really should get some rest…We can handle the council, I'm sure."
"No." The voice bit out in a weak sound, mentally fearing to get near his room. "I am fine, Seth. No need to worry."
"But I must insist."
The Pharaoh fixated a glare upon the other and the brunette backed off the subject, their whispering dying off and attention was once again adjusted to the rest of the council. Though the young king had to admit…he was dosing off.
******
"Pharaoh….Pharaoh! My Pharaoh, wake UP!"
Crimson eyes snapped open, looking around at the others staring at him with bewilder expressions, enough to cause Yami's mouth to open, only closing once again. He had no words for covering his own mistake.
A sigh was heard and one of the others looked to the brunette besides the throne. "Seth, if you may escort the Pharaoh to his room." The form nodded, assisting Yami who was quite reluctant of leaving the security of the people. The duo walked down in silence until the Pharaoh's room doors were before him, the crimson gaze shifted uneasily to turn to the waiting priest.
"Seth…would you-" He caught himself, shaking his head knowing that the other couldn't stay with him. At least one of the two had to attend the rest of the council's meeting. Though they were always pointless. Seth raised his brows at him, but Yami shook his head, moving to open the doors and mustered up a dead-toned voice. "You're dismissed." He watched the nod from the other and the turned form, walking back the way they came, begging for the other not to leave him, but there was nothing he could do as he entered his room, slowly closing the ancient doors behind him.
"I'm surprised you held out as long as you did."
Yami physically gulped, looking up wearily at the smirking thief, russet eyes boring through his frame as the other stepped forward, hand seizing his neck with a sadistic laugh. "Run my lovely Pharaoh…run if you wish, it makes my life much more enjoyable." A gasp was heard from his own lips, eyes shifting from the crazed other to set upon his left arm, a short blade being pulled back after imprinting the skin with a painful cut. The pain had taken mere seconds to register in the Pharaoh's mind before he held in a whimper, but the other made another mark just besides the first one and Yami's cry escaped, the blade moving up between the shortened space of the two. A tongue lashed out, swiftly removing the thick fluid from the weapon as he smirked darkly to the shorter boy. "There's more loss where that came from, love."/I
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Mariku knew the other was soon to wake when he heard a muffled sound, minutes later seeing the other shake as if crying. No matter how much Yami hid his face, he couldn't hide this from Mariku. The trembling form's hands were clenched around his legs, digging into the fabric and most likely drawing blood from beneath it.
At seeing this, Mariku pulled both hands away from the tormented legs, allowing them to dig against him if Yami so desired. It wasn't like the other knew he was even here yet. 'But in the past he truly didn't notice the first time either….does this pain have to return to him again?' Perhaps it was a good sign that Yami's hands remained limp against his own.
"Open your eyes, Yami."
The form jerked back slightly, but Mariku stayed as he had been when the other's head finally lifted to stare at him, eyes going wide at the realization of who was before him, pulling his hands back to his body and moving away from the other, yet managed to stay in his crouch. There was a flash of fear before Yami forced a "game face" and a firm voice, though it was breaking. "Leave me alone."
"Yami, listen to me.."
"Bastard! You listen to ME, just leave me the hell a-" Mariku sighed and put a hand over the other's mouth, having advanced forward enough for the short reach and sat before the blinking other, looking up and pulling his hand back. The other fell silent.
"Listen," he continued softly, waiting to make sure the other wasn't going to interrupt and spoke out. "Bakura told us that you were having nightmares of someone hurting you in the past." Yami turned away at that, his back to the other when he stood, hand on the wall to keep his frail form from falling over. "Yami, those aren't nightmares! It was Bakura you saw, right?" Mariku watched desperately as the narrowed gaze looked over the opposing shoulder to meet his pleading eyes, there was no responds, but in this case one wasn't needed. "Yami. They were memories… not nightmares.."
The rod's spirit winced as Yami had pivoted around and slapped him across the face, obviously not liking this conversation. "Shut up! You know NOTHING, so stop 'acting' useful and piss off!" The former ruler began to walk by the other but Mariku stopped him, stepping back infront and received an angered look from the other.
"At least come back with me to the others, they're worried."
"No," Yami hissed, though it was cracking, his body trying to push passed the other, now his attempts getting more distressed.
"Yami, please!" Mariku watched as the other froze, he had held to both of his wrists so Yami couldn't have as much of a chance escaping. "Just come back with me, at least to your own cousin…"
"What does Shinkou have to do with any of this?!"
"If you won't allow me to help, at least let him."
"I don't need pity, and I don't need your help." Yami became frantic again, begging himself to just push by the other but he only grew weaker. Finally, he slumped lightly, head down as Mariku held him up gently (surprising Yami) by the wrists. His eyes slid closed and voice breathed a whisper. "Onegai….let me leave…"
"I can't Yami…come back to the others."
He stiffened again, straightening from his slump and tried to back away, Mariku held him tighter on the wrists. "I won't let Bakura near you."
The other looked up at that, trying to read Mariku's eyes, trying to find a trick in all this, but he couldn't….the gaze clouded by worry and Yami was left speechless. "Look, I promise, and Shinkou won't let him near you either, alright?"
Yami at last gave in, Mariku freeing his wrists and turning to leave the alley, in hopes Yami would follow. And in weak nature, he did.
'At least I got that much from him…now I just hope we can keep him from Bakura, if he gets near him, Yami will run again. Can't have that, can't have things be repeated. Bakura still loves Yami….I hope anyway, I don't know if it's better for him to remember the past, or not….anything to keep him from lashing out on Yami. I just wish I knew which was the answer..'
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And here I debated if this would be a one-shot or multi chapter. Well by THAT ending I hope you can tell this will have multiple chapters. Happy? Good. I'm still unsure if I should rate this R or PG-13...Please give input ^^ Must figure out….
Mrr….if you missed the various hints of who the hell Shinkou is….YES he IS Yami's cousin, which I'll go in more depth in some other chapter. Avanna I'm not sure if I'll add her, most likely at some point I will.
As a quick description on Shinkou:
Mariku's height, hazel eyes, brunette (kind of like Seto-style but a bit longer and thicker), dark-teal trench coat thingy (whatever they wear -.-) that's a decent length, jeans, and yeah, Yami's cousin. XD
Now if any of you question who he is….I'll bonk you -.- As he's one of my muses as well.
Shinkou: Why did she create me?! WHY?!
Oh wo is you. Meh. He gives me no credit….Go to work!
Shinkou: Make the chibi do it. ::Receives glare.:: Um…right, if it keeps me alive… Please review for us and SAVE ME! *Ahem* At least ONE review will get the next chapter up, though it may take some time, as the only chibi of the main muses keeps casting lightning on all of us.
Chibi Clef: Aws…come on! Ish good Cwean fun!
Come on you two….let's stop driving people mad and rant in my diary….
Chibi Clef: Otay! ::Runs after authoress.::
