Haven't worked on this since winter. Sorry about the wait... that is if
you've been waiting. I don't have a lot of reviews for my first and second
chapters... -_-'
I've been taking long because I decided to change my story. Quite a bit, too. The story's been replanned, and it took a while to write. Mostly because I wasn't working on it...
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! That would be exactly why I post my story on FanFiction.Net.
Warnings: There's religion used to create a setting and purpose for the story. But if you're really touchy about this don't read the story. Or do. I want reviews! Yaoi. Sorry people who hate yaoi that would have liked to finish reading this story. But really it's not completely slash; I'm trying to make a meaningful story here.
Now on with the fan fiction.
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Nightmare Incarnated
Chapter 3
Recollection
*~*~*
Tomb Robber gawked at what Satan had just said.
You should see what state Ryou is in right now!
So Ryou was in hell? What the fuck had that faggot done to deserve this?
"I'll let you think about it," the devil smirked. Tomb Robber blinked in confusion, and then realized the shape shifter had been reading his thoughts.
"I don't like you in my head, you bastard!" Tomb Robber picked a rock up off the ground and chucked it at the devil, but the target disappeared into thin air before it could be hit.
Tomb Robber stood silently in the sand with his fists and teeth clenched.
"That asshole!" Tomb Robber shouted with his teeth still tightly shut. Tomb Robber sighed in frustration and fell backwards onto the ground, hitting it with a loud thud and sending up dust. He brought his hand up and ran it through his hair, all the while thinking of his and Satan's conversation.
-see what state Ryou is in now... -let you think about it...
"The pisshead's looking for a weak spot." Tomb Robber mumbled. He would have smirked if he had heard this during his life. He believed he had no weak spot. He actually thought he himself was the devil... But Tomb Robber had his weak spots. And he was afraid the devil would find them.
Think about it.
"That's what you want me to do," Tomb Robber mumbled again. But...
What did Ryou do to deserve being in hell? And whatever he did, shouldn't all his good deeds make up for any sins he had committed? It just didn't make sense that someone as calm as Ryou deserved to rot in this place.
Tomb Robber racked his brains for an answer to his questions. It was a while before anything came to him. Or it could have been just a few seconds. There was no sense of time here. But the fact is something did come to him. A memory of his life.
*~*~*
Ryou Bakura walked into his bedroom after a hard day of school and co- curricular activities. Wanting to take a nap before getting his dinner ready, he yawned while stretching out his arms and fell back, but landed on the floor instead of on his bed.
"Shit!" Ryou yelled as his head collided with something on the floor. Ryou turned over grumbling and picked up whatever he had hit, and found it was a canister of lubricant.
What the hell was that doing out? Ryou usually kept it hidden in his closet under some extra sheets, but here it was on the floor in plain view. Someone had been snooping around in his stuff.
"Dad?" Ryou called out nervously. Maybe his father had gotten home early from his trip to Egypt, and was wondering what his son had been up to lately. But why would he suspect that Ryou was doing anything wrong? Well... Ryou didn't talk to his father too much, even when he was home. Ryou's father really had no assurance that Ryou was being a good kid, either...
And in fact, Ryou wasn't being a good kid. Not really...
Ryou's call received no reply from inside of the house. Ryou went to the window and looked out, searching for his father's car in the driveway. Nothing was there save Ryou's own car.
Ryou bit his lip and kept looking around outside, and was startled when a voice sounded off in his head.
"I was going through your stuff, Ryou," the voice said.
"Huh?" Ryou whispered. "You, Koe?"
"That's what I said," the voice sounded slightly annoyed.
Ryou relaxed a bit. Good... His father still didn't know about his secret. But the panic creeped back as Ryou realized who did know his secret.
"You may be able to keep some things from me, Ryou. But you should've known I'd find out about something as big as this," the other Ryou said, or rather thought. He didn't have to voice anything aloud. He was inside the boy's head after all.
Ryou bit his lip, both in anger and anxiety. The spirit went on.
"Who's this slut you've been fooling around with?" Dark Bakura demanded.
"None of your business!" Ryou shouted, forgetting he didn't need to talk out loud. He moved away from the window and fell back onto the bed, not missing this time. He picked up his pillow and was smothering his face with it when his other self continued.
"It is my business if you're fucking around with someone. This is /I body after all." Dark Bakura hissed.
"Our body?" Ryou growled. "This is my body!"
"Don't go off topic." Dark Bakura commanded. "Now... Who have you been sleeping with? Or is it more than one person?"
"Just because I have lubricant doesn't mean I'm having sex!" Ryou shouted. "Did it ever occur to you that I'm just being smart? You know. Prepared in case something happens?"
"Well it would appear plenty of things have been happening, judging on how many times your friends call asking where the hail you are." Dark Bakura sneered.
Ryou's eyes widened before closing tightly. He tried to get to sleep- and he did- but that didn't help too much. Dark Bakura was waiting right there on the landscape of Ryou's mind.
"Leave me alone." Ryou muttered, sounding a bit defenseless, but at the same time sounding arrogant.
I'm not taking any shit from you. Ryou thought to himself.
Ryou turned his back on Bakura and started walking away. He didn't have to worry about stopping because the hall in which he stood never ended. Ryou thought the hallway symbolized his and his other self's endless problems, but he was never sure. Maybe it just symbolized Dark Bakura's endless life...
"Stop, Ryou." Dark Bakura ordered, but Ryou kept walking on. Dark Bakura growled and talked on. "Ryou! Who is it?"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Ryou shouted, not turning to look at Dark Bakura, but the spirit could still imagine the glare on the young boy's face.
Dark Bakura grimaced, and then ran down the hallway towards Ryou. When he reached him he grabbed Ryou by the arm and rammed him into the wall. Ryou gasped as Dark Bakura put all his weight on him to hold him down.
"Get off!" Ryou demanded, though if was doubtful Dark Bakura would listen. But he did loosen his grip, but only so that he wouldn't hurt Ryou. He might not hurt him physically doing this, but there was no definite line between real life and this subliminal one.
"Ryou, listen to me." Dark Bakura started, making Ryou growl." Ryou, I only want to help."
"Bull shit!" Ryou yelled, and Dark Bakura was sure he saw tears building up in Ryou's eyes.
"You should respect yourself, Ryou." Dark Bakura whispered, startling Ryou with his soft tone. Ryou stopped struggling against Dark Bakura's body and looked up into his other self's eyes dark brown eyes, seeing concern.
Ryou groaned. He was going to be forced to tell Koe everything... Where he had been going to every other night for the last three weeks, what he was doing, and with whom. Tears spilled out of Ryou's eyes, though the boy didn't let any sound escape his mouth.
Dark Bakura widened his eyes at the sight of Ryou crying, but composed himself and embraced Ryou, pulling the two closer together. Ryou didn't pull back, but he stayed stiff.
"Please, Ryou." Dark Bakura's breath tickled Ryou's neck. "I want to know. I want to make sure no one's hurting you."
"You don't care." Ryou mumbled, nearly incoherently. "The only thing you're worried about is my physical health." More tears spilled from his eyes. Bakura tried to pull Ryou closer, but he found it was quite impossible.
"Ryo-"but Dark Bakura was cut off when Ryou angrily pushed him away.
"I'm tired of your damn mood swings!" Ryou shouted. "At first you were just being an ass and now you're trying to comfort me! Make up your mind!"
"Okay." Dark Bakura murmured, moving back towards Ryou. "I want to comfort you." Dark Bakura lightly touched Ryou's face, and moved to run his fingers through his hair, but Ryou sprinted off before he could.
"I don't want you interrogating me!" Ryou shouted. As Dark Bakura watched, the running figure that was Ryou began to disappear.
Ryou woke up alone in his bed, and he wasn't surprised to find tears streaming down his face. He jumped up and ran out of his room, through the house, and out into the pitch-black night. He got into his car and backed out of the driveway, thankful that there was no traffic at this time of night.
Ryou sped down the road, above the speed limit, but luckily no authorities pulled him over. It was only a few minutes before he reached his destination and stopped his car in front of the fence guarding a mansion. He hastily climbed out of his vehicle and, leaving the car door open, jumped the gate. Without too much trouble he made his way to the ground on the other side of the fence and ran for the front door. Upon reaching it Ryou reached into his pocket grabbing some keys, and found the one that unlocked the gigantic door.
The lock clicked and Ryou pushed the door open, running inside. He made his way up the staircase, bumping into a couple people in the way. One of them Mokuba Kaiba.
"Ryou? What are you doing here?" Mokuba shouted up after the teen speeding away, but Ryou was too concerned about everything else to answer Mokuba's question. When Ryou reached the top of the staircase he looked around for Seto Kaiba's room, and rushed in.
"Agh! Ryou!" Seto Kaiba's eyes widened as they say a white-haired boy run into the room and throw himself into Seto's arms. Ryou's knees buckled under him, and Seto only held him up.
Seto, still quite shocked, dragged Ryou to the bed in the center of the room. He dropped Ryou onto it, and saw streams of what looked like tears staining Ryou's pale flesh before Ryou's arms came up and wrapped around Seto's neck, pulling him down onto the bed.
Seto felt kisses, wet and sloppy; cover the area above his chest. Seto felt his breath hitch and his heart beat to speed up.
"Make everything go away for a while, Seto." A weak and desperate voice pleaded into Seto's ear. "You don't have to pay me this time."
"Ryou..." Seto started, but couldn't continue as Ryou slipped his hands under his shirt. He started panting slightly, and couldn't get the rest of what he wanted to say out.
Ryou cried silently as he let Seto manipulate his body, wondering how his day had gone from good to suddenly terrible in such a short time.
As Ryou wondered this, Dark Bakura watched the world through Ryou's eyes. He couldn't believe this... Ryou had been sleeping with Seto for money...
*~*~*
"Prostitution." Tomb Robber gasped.
Damn. Was that really bad enough to get you sent to hell? But... But Ryou... Tomb Robber was sure Ryou didn't do it for money, not just that anyway. Tomb Robber was convinced he did it for a much more personal reason. After that little incident, Ryou never told his dark counterpart what he had been thinking through the whole thing.
"Ah, fuck it!" Tomb Robber exclaimed. He jumped up onto his feet and started running- where he didn't know. All that was on his mind was that Ryou was innocent. Ryou was just confused at the time. Ryou had good character. At times he was brave, at all times he was loyal to his friends. Tomb Robber didn't like to think that that one phase Ryou had gone through was cause enough to get him sent to hell.
Tomb Robber had to find Ryou and get him out of this place, somehow.
As Tomb Robber ran on he thought about the memories he had just relived. Hadn't they come just a little too easily? The picture was perfectly clear, it seemed he had remembered everything.
Maybe this was a trap set up by the devil?
Tomb Robber forgot all this however as something amazing happened. His desert... It was disappearing! He was escaping it. When Tomb Robber escaped the desert void completely he stopped, and saw a room had replaced it. He turned around and gasped.
*~*~*
To be continued...
*~*~*
Notes:
I believe in the manga, Ryou calls Dark Bakura "Koe", meaning voice. And I've heard many times that Dark Bakura calls Ryou "Yadonushi" meaning "King's property" or something along those lines.
Sorry for sloppy writing! I might have confused some people... Say so in reviews please? I can always come back and fix this.
Speaking of writing I couldn't get the damn italics to work! How the hell am I supposed to put emphasis on anything?
I'm actually proud of this chapter. Of the idea anyway... So woo-pee for me.
I've been taking long because I decided to change my story. Quite a bit, too. The story's been replanned, and it took a while to write. Mostly because I wasn't working on it...
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! That would be exactly why I post my story on FanFiction.Net.
Warnings: There's religion used to create a setting and purpose for the story. But if you're really touchy about this don't read the story. Or do. I want reviews! Yaoi. Sorry people who hate yaoi that would have liked to finish reading this story. But really it's not completely slash; I'm trying to make a meaningful story here.
Now on with the fan fiction.
*~*~*
Nightmare Incarnated
Chapter 3
Recollection
*~*~*
Tomb Robber gawked at what Satan had just said.
You should see what state Ryou is in right now!
So Ryou was in hell? What the fuck had that faggot done to deserve this?
"I'll let you think about it," the devil smirked. Tomb Robber blinked in confusion, and then realized the shape shifter had been reading his thoughts.
"I don't like you in my head, you bastard!" Tomb Robber picked a rock up off the ground and chucked it at the devil, but the target disappeared into thin air before it could be hit.
Tomb Robber stood silently in the sand with his fists and teeth clenched.
"That asshole!" Tomb Robber shouted with his teeth still tightly shut. Tomb Robber sighed in frustration and fell backwards onto the ground, hitting it with a loud thud and sending up dust. He brought his hand up and ran it through his hair, all the while thinking of his and Satan's conversation.
-see what state Ryou is in now... -let you think about it...
"The pisshead's looking for a weak spot." Tomb Robber mumbled. He would have smirked if he had heard this during his life. He believed he had no weak spot. He actually thought he himself was the devil... But Tomb Robber had his weak spots. And he was afraid the devil would find them.
Think about it.
"That's what you want me to do," Tomb Robber mumbled again. But...
What did Ryou do to deserve being in hell? And whatever he did, shouldn't all his good deeds make up for any sins he had committed? It just didn't make sense that someone as calm as Ryou deserved to rot in this place.
Tomb Robber racked his brains for an answer to his questions. It was a while before anything came to him. Or it could have been just a few seconds. There was no sense of time here. But the fact is something did come to him. A memory of his life.
*~*~*
Ryou Bakura walked into his bedroom after a hard day of school and co- curricular activities. Wanting to take a nap before getting his dinner ready, he yawned while stretching out his arms and fell back, but landed on the floor instead of on his bed.
"Shit!" Ryou yelled as his head collided with something on the floor. Ryou turned over grumbling and picked up whatever he had hit, and found it was a canister of lubricant.
What the hell was that doing out? Ryou usually kept it hidden in his closet under some extra sheets, but here it was on the floor in plain view. Someone had been snooping around in his stuff.
"Dad?" Ryou called out nervously. Maybe his father had gotten home early from his trip to Egypt, and was wondering what his son had been up to lately. But why would he suspect that Ryou was doing anything wrong? Well... Ryou didn't talk to his father too much, even when he was home. Ryou's father really had no assurance that Ryou was being a good kid, either...
And in fact, Ryou wasn't being a good kid. Not really...
Ryou's call received no reply from inside of the house. Ryou went to the window and looked out, searching for his father's car in the driveway. Nothing was there save Ryou's own car.
Ryou bit his lip and kept looking around outside, and was startled when a voice sounded off in his head.
"I was going through your stuff, Ryou," the voice said.
"Huh?" Ryou whispered. "You, Koe?"
"That's what I said," the voice sounded slightly annoyed.
Ryou relaxed a bit. Good... His father still didn't know about his secret. But the panic creeped back as Ryou realized who did know his secret.
"You may be able to keep some things from me, Ryou. But you should've known I'd find out about something as big as this," the other Ryou said, or rather thought. He didn't have to voice anything aloud. He was inside the boy's head after all.
Ryou bit his lip, both in anger and anxiety. The spirit went on.
"Who's this slut you've been fooling around with?" Dark Bakura demanded.
"None of your business!" Ryou shouted, forgetting he didn't need to talk out loud. He moved away from the window and fell back onto the bed, not missing this time. He picked up his pillow and was smothering his face with it when his other self continued.
"It is my business if you're fucking around with someone. This is /I body after all." Dark Bakura hissed.
"Our body?" Ryou growled. "This is my body!"
"Don't go off topic." Dark Bakura commanded. "Now... Who have you been sleeping with? Or is it more than one person?"
"Just because I have lubricant doesn't mean I'm having sex!" Ryou shouted. "Did it ever occur to you that I'm just being smart? You know. Prepared in case something happens?"
"Well it would appear plenty of things have been happening, judging on how many times your friends call asking where the hail you are." Dark Bakura sneered.
Ryou's eyes widened before closing tightly. He tried to get to sleep- and he did- but that didn't help too much. Dark Bakura was waiting right there on the landscape of Ryou's mind.
"Leave me alone." Ryou muttered, sounding a bit defenseless, but at the same time sounding arrogant.
I'm not taking any shit from you. Ryou thought to himself.
Ryou turned his back on Bakura and started walking away. He didn't have to worry about stopping because the hall in which he stood never ended. Ryou thought the hallway symbolized his and his other self's endless problems, but he was never sure. Maybe it just symbolized Dark Bakura's endless life...
"Stop, Ryou." Dark Bakura ordered, but Ryou kept walking on. Dark Bakura growled and talked on. "Ryou! Who is it?"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Ryou shouted, not turning to look at Dark Bakura, but the spirit could still imagine the glare on the young boy's face.
Dark Bakura grimaced, and then ran down the hallway towards Ryou. When he reached him he grabbed Ryou by the arm and rammed him into the wall. Ryou gasped as Dark Bakura put all his weight on him to hold him down.
"Get off!" Ryou demanded, though if was doubtful Dark Bakura would listen. But he did loosen his grip, but only so that he wouldn't hurt Ryou. He might not hurt him physically doing this, but there was no definite line between real life and this subliminal one.
"Ryou, listen to me." Dark Bakura started, making Ryou growl." Ryou, I only want to help."
"Bull shit!" Ryou yelled, and Dark Bakura was sure he saw tears building up in Ryou's eyes.
"You should respect yourself, Ryou." Dark Bakura whispered, startling Ryou with his soft tone. Ryou stopped struggling against Dark Bakura's body and looked up into his other self's eyes dark brown eyes, seeing concern.
Ryou groaned. He was going to be forced to tell Koe everything... Where he had been going to every other night for the last three weeks, what he was doing, and with whom. Tears spilled out of Ryou's eyes, though the boy didn't let any sound escape his mouth.
Dark Bakura widened his eyes at the sight of Ryou crying, but composed himself and embraced Ryou, pulling the two closer together. Ryou didn't pull back, but he stayed stiff.
"Please, Ryou." Dark Bakura's breath tickled Ryou's neck. "I want to know. I want to make sure no one's hurting you."
"You don't care." Ryou mumbled, nearly incoherently. "The only thing you're worried about is my physical health." More tears spilled from his eyes. Bakura tried to pull Ryou closer, but he found it was quite impossible.
"Ryo-"but Dark Bakura was cut off when Ryou angrily pushed him away.
"I'm tired of your damn mood swings!" Ryou shouted. "At first you were just being an ass and now you're trying to comfort me! Make up your mind!"
"Okay." Dark Bakura murmured, moving back towards Ryou. "I want to comfort you." Dark Bakura lightly touched Ryou's face, and moved to run his fingers through his hair, but Ryou sprinted off before he could.
"I don't want you interrogating me!" Ryou shouted. As Dark Bakura watched, the running figure that was Ryou began to disappear.
Ryou woke up alone in his bed, and he wasn't surprised to find tears streaming down his face. He jumped up and ran out of his room, through the house, and out into the pitch-black night. He got into his car and backed out of the driveway, thankful that there was no traffic at this time of night.
Ryou sped down the road, above the speed limit, but luckily no authorities pulled him over. It was only a few minutes before he reached his destination and stopped his car in front of the fence guarding a mansion. He hastily climbed out of his vehicle and, leaving the car door open, jumped the gate. Without too much trouble he made his way to the ground on the other side of the fence and ran for the front door. Upon reaching it Ryou reached into his pocket grabbing some keys, and found the one that unlocked the gigantic door.
The lock clicked and Ryou pushed the door open, running inside. He made his way up the staircase, bumping into a couple people in the way. One of them Mokuba Kaiba.
"Ryou? What are you doing here?" Mokuba shouted up after the teen speeding away, but Ryou was too concerned about everything else to answer Mokuba's question. When Ryou reached the top of the staircase he looked around for Seto Kaiba's room, and rushed in.
"Agh! Ryou!" Seto Kaiba's eyes widened as they say a white-haired boy run into the room and throw himself into Seto's arms. Ryou's knees buckled under him, and Seto only held him up.
Seto, still quite shocked, dragged Ryou to the bed in the center of the room. He dropped Ryou onto it, and saw streams of what looked like tears staining Ryou's pale flesh before Ryou's arms came up and wrapped around Seto's neck, pulling him down onto the bed.
Seto felt kisses, wet and sloppy; cover the area above his chest. Seto felt his breath hitch and his heart beat to speed up.
"Make everything go away for a while, Seto." A weak and desperate voice pleaded into Seto's ear. "You don't have to pay me this time."
"Ryou..." Seto started, but couldn't continue as Ryou slipped his hands under his shirt. He started panting slightly, and couldn't get the rest of what he wanted to say out.
Ryou cried silently as he let Seto manipulate his body, wondering how his day had gone from good to suddenly terrible in such a short time.
As Ryou wondered this, Dark Bakura watched the world through Ryou's eyes. He couldn't believe this... Ryou had been sleeping with Seto for money...
*~*~*
"Prostitution." Tomb Robber gasped.
Damn. Was that really bad enough to get you sent to hell? But... But Ryou... Tomb Robber was sure Ryou didn't do it for money, not just that anyway. Tomb Robber was convinced he did it for a much more personal reason. After that little incident, Ryou never told his dark counterpart what he had been thinking through the whole thing.
"Ah, fuck it!" Tomb Robber exclaimed. He jumped up onto his feet and started running- where he didn't know. All that was on his mind was that Ryou was innocent. Ryou was just confused at the time. Ryou had good character. At times he was brave, at all times he was loyal to his friends. Tomb Robber didn't like to think that that one phase Ryou had gone through was cause enough to get him sent to hell.
Tomb Robber had to find Ryou and get him out of this place, somehow.
As Tomb Robber ran on he thought about the memories he had just relived. Hadn't they come just a little too easily? The picture was perfectly clear, it seemed he had remembered everything.
Maybe this was a trap set up by the devil?
Tomb Robber forgot all this however as something amazing happened. His desert... It was disappearing! He was escaping it. When Tomb Robber escaped the desert void completely he stopped, and saw a room had replaced it. He turned around and gasped.
*~*~*
To be continued...
*~*~*
Notes:
I believe in the manga, Ryou calls Dark Bakura "Koe", meaning voice. And I've heard many times that Dark Bakura calls Ryou "Yadonushi" meaning "King's property" or something along those lines.
Sorry for sloppy writing! I might have confused some people... Say so in reviews please? I can always come back and fix this.
Speaking of writing I couldn't get the damn italics to work! How the hell am I supposed to put emphasis on anything?
I'm actually proud of this chapter. Of the idea anyway... So woo-pee for me.