Lavvy: I don't own shit, so READ ON!
Daisuke: Who are you talking to…? And thank you uberly for the nice reviews, they help motivate. They really do. Ms. Lavender will explain the funky power stuff soon enough, so no worries.
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Warning: Language, dark themes, adult themes, shonen-ai.
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It wasn't anything that really mattered.
The pain, he could justify it, and that was all that mattered. It was to help a friend in need, and he lacked the sense or dignity to protest. Like a doll, he was played with, and perhaps even loved for awhile before he was thrown out.
No.
His friends still loved him. Because he was a good fuck toy when they were feeling upset.
First, it was Yugi when Yami had yelled.
The small boy ran crying to him, and sex ended up being the only thing that seemed to heal him.
No.
It was mindless, empty, and fake. Yet if it would help his friend, he was more than willing
Yami had apologized, everything went back to normal; and Yugi made him swear to take their secret to the grave.
He has complied, and their friendship continued. Friendship. Why didn't it made him feel any better?
Then, it was Otogi who was having problems with Seto Kaiba.
"He told me to get out… Ryou, I don't want him to hate me… I… no… I love him so much…"
Ryou snorted, but once again, was the one to comfort and hold when he was sobbing and shaking. When they were in a pool of cum and blood on the bathroom floor. Duke had thanked him. And Ryou soon became known to comfort anyone with a problem.
Jounouchi.
He was beaten and raped.
Funny. Ryou always thought rape victims were suppose to shy away from sex and love after being taken by force. Jounouchi took everything he had and more.
Yugi again.
He thought he had killed Yami.
An accident. They had been play fighting within the confines of his room, when Yugi shoved his love. He stumbled backwards, and the back of his head met the bedpost. Obviously enough to cause bleeding, as Yugi had been covered in it when he had arrived at Ryou's house.
"Oh my god, Ryou…" He had sobbed. He sunk to his knees on the doorstep, looking distant. "I've killed him. He-he's dead. Dead… dead… dead… dead…" He chanted, hiding his face in his arms. Foolish. Things would've been perfectly okay if he had called the ambulance first. Things turned out alright though, and life was normal for a while…
Anzu.
Literally thrown out of dance school and dumped by her boyfriend. It was more or less sympathy sex. Ryou didn't like to see her cry. He didn't like to hear her cry. He didn't like it when anyone cried.
He was the only one with true reasons to cry. Sad. She moved to America and never came back. But he was glad. No more crying. For the time being.
Mai.
She needed to relieve stress, and Ryou wondered why she figured he was the perfect one to use. Maybe because people were spreading rumors. Slut. Maybe his friends were sharing their stories with each other. Laughing.
He wanted to die. Die. Disappear. Cease to breath and waste space. Even after death, you wasted space. Memories. But who would want to remember him? Yugi? No. It would be out of pity.
He went through all possibilities. None of them came out the way any normal person would want.
Jounouchi and himself grew close. They could talk. Without having to cry or have comfort sex. It was good. He never did find out why he hated hearing people cry. Maybe…
"He broke his promise to you, Bakura. He's forgotten…"
"Shut up."
"There will be no denying the truth. All those years of pain and suffering. You held out just to keep your promise to your love; and he's FORGOTTEN YOU! He doesn't deserve a thing from you. But then again… what do you have to give, hm?"
"I believe I told you to shut up, heartless beast."
"You made me this way, Bakura… You made me this way."
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"What an infatuation you have!"
"Jounouchi, if you want to live to see the day that you are married to Seto, you will shut the hell up so I can get ready."
A smile lit up the blondes face. "Hey Ry, you don't think the new racer Yami was talking about could be the guy we saw the other night, do you?"
Ryou slipped his chest protector over his head, working quickly with the buckle on each side. "With my luck, it will be."
Jou stuck out his tongue as his friend started the bike and saluted him. "I'm counting on you to be there at the pits, Jounouchi."
"You know I'll be there, Ry. Now GO!" The blonde shouted, laughing happily as he was roosted, covering his face with his arms.
"I'll get you for that." He smiled and walked off.
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Lavvy: Ok, pause. Time to think. Should I write about the race? Start to finish?
Daisuke: Nope. 'Cause you'll have to think about it for over a day, just to get it the way you want it.
Lavvy: …
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"Ryou! You did great man!"
"Sixteenth overall. No, I didn't do good. Not good enough." He frowned and plopped down into a chair.
Jou put his hands on his hips and sighed. "Sixteenth overall is fucking fantastic, stop whining. You kicked ass and you know it!"
"Guys! Hey!"
The two looked up, only to be met with a group of people who seemed to have been listening to their argument. It consisted of Yami, Yugi, Anzu, and a very green-in-the-face looking Serenity.
"'Allo Serenity! What's wrong, girl?" Ryou puts on his famous look of genuine concern.
"Blood… crash… he wasn't moving…" The poor girl looked like she needed a brown paper bag and some aspirin, or a pill strong enough to knock out a bull elephant.
"Oh! You mean Carson? He'll be ok! The fact that he didn't finish the race will hurt worse than the fact that several bones broke through the skin on his left leg!" Yami chirped from behind her, looking delighted to finally know what was going on with her. Not the right thing to say…
The sky was lit up in an array of pink and purple, the sun almost completely gone from sight. A fire burned in the middle of their camp, everyone seated around it in fold-out chairs. Jounouchi took a quick glance around, before hopping up and strolling over to his truck.
"That race was a real bitch." Ryou griped, leaning back and looking at the sky overhead.
"No kidding. But what happened to you, Ryou? You were ahead of me, until you decided to stop and gape at something." Yami inquired, staring at him intently.
The silver-haired young man decided to poke at the crackling fire with a stick. He knew what had happened. He just refused to talk about it. 'Next option: lie.'
"I was hauling ass, dude. I went from fifth place, to fourth, to third, then the bike said 'Fuck you.' I need to take the time tomorrow to figure out what's wrong with it." That was partially true, he supposed.
"Don't lie to me." Yami eyed him once before taking a red plastic cup filled with Captain Morgan from Jou, who had practically bounced back with drinks for everyone. He took a sip and winced. "Fuckin' hell, Jounouchi! What'd ya do, make it straight Captain?"
He grinned, "Don't ya like it? Sorry man, the reaction was goin' to be too priceless."
"It was him."
The two turned towards Ryou, who was currently staring at the small flame now perched on the tip of the stick he had been poking the fire with. He hung his head low before dropping the stick to the ground and stepping on it.
"Who?" They questioned in unison, the others now a distance away talking.
"Bakura. The singer Jou and I saw in SI the other night."
The two both looked taken back, brows furrowing. Yami spoke up. "Coincidence. You know he took fourth overall? The guy's a speed demon. Apparently, he passed me on the second loop."
"Well Yami, he passed me like I was tied to a tree." Ryou heaved a sigh. The pair next to him blinked for a few seconds, letting it soak in, then burst out laughing.
"'Cause you were too busy starin'!" Yami gasped in-between breaths.
"Gee, support comes in truck-fulls from you guys." Ryou said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jou and Yami nodded eagerly, before toasting to 'Good ol' sarcasm.' The sun had just gone down completely, a blanket of darkness falling upon them. Peaceful. After Jou had left to go hop into the back of truck and sit there to avoid the ants-that he swore bit him on the ass several times in the previous few minutes-, the silence was ruined.
"OOF!" A figure came stumbling into camp, apparently then yanked back by a leash. "Holy shit, Malik. Not so rough!" (Daisuke: Sqwee!!! Malik ish hikari, Marik ish yami. Muah. Shouldn't Ryou feel left out?)
"Aww, I thought you enjoyed things rough?"
"Not when I'm on the receiving end, cutie. Now take the collar off, I don't care if I lost the bet!"
They rolled around in the dirt, play wrestling and stealing sloppy kisses here and there, not particularly worried about anyone watching. Which, of course, the three sitting around the fire were doing. Until, Ryou spotted something quite familiar.
"Stop it you two. No making a spectacle of yourselves just yet." He grumbled, prodding one of the two on the ground with his foot. Prod. Prod. Super prod. Kick.
"Ouchie!" They both got up and scowled. "That wasn't nice, you ass!"
He directed his gaze towards the gaping young man at the fire. "Hello again, Ryou."
Bakura.
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A chorus of ruff laughter. "My life so far has been… odd." Malik complained, snuggling deeper into the warmth that was Marik's arms. "This old guy used to come by my house EVERY DAY and tell me that one day, everything falls out: your teeth, your hair, everything. Then, he came by when I was eighteen. The dude was probably seventy-somethin' then. Anyways, he comes by and I just happen to be sitting outside in my boxers with Marik." Snicker. "Once again, he feeds me the same line of bullshit about everything falling out. So, I ask him if my nipple piercings will fall out too. The guy goes 'No, they'll just sink to your knees.'"
Laughter. Ryou was having fun, real fun for maybe the first time in years. Just enjoying life.
"What about you, Jou?" He asked, eyes directed towards the blonde who was sitting in the bed of his truck still. The brown-eyed man stuck a piece of straw, God knows where the hell he got it, in his mouth and smirked.
"I was force-fed Heehaw all through childhood." He paused and laughed, "I'ma pickin' and I'ma grinnin'." He said simply, earning a few chuckles from the group.
"And now would be Bakura's turn." Marik smiled and nudged him.
"Bad life. Crappy childhood. Made out to be a freak of nature. All in all, I say my life so far has been wonderful." A truly bright and beautiful smile appeared on his face. Upon further inspection, one would see the pain.
Yami, now severely drunk, grinned and began flashing his flashlight in Ryou's eyes. On. Off. On. Off. "Like a fuckin' little kid, aren't I?"
He blinked several times as he watched the flashlight leave his hand and take flight just in front of his face. It turned around, facing him. On. Off. On. Off. On. "Ok, I get it! Stop, Ryou!" Yami shrieked, blocking out the blinding light with his arm.
"Mmkay, well Yami, I would if it was me."
The flashlight dropped to the ground and turned itself off. "Possessed by a demon," Yami muttered, before kicking it into the fire and stumbling off with every intention of finding Yugi and bawling to him about the absolutely traumatizing experience.
"Ryou?"
"Yes, Malik?"
"We've told our stories. What's yours?" He questioned, looking quite interested all of a sudden.
"You're going to think I'm crazy, but…" Ryou chuckled softly, holding back a torrent of tears. "I don't really remember. I can tell you anything about the last six years or so, otherwise, my mind is blank."
"You're kidding!" The tanned blonde gasped.
"I wish I was," he paused and looked up at the stars. Bright and untouchable, what he might never be, "but I'm not. It doesn't matter, though. What memories I do have are relatively good ones."
"Ryou, you're such a nut! I still think you're insane, bud!" Jou shouted, looking amused.
Malik and Marik exchanged worried glances, then looked to Bakura. The silver-haired man's fists balled and he stood up, glaring at Jounouchi like he was the lowest piece of trash on earth to even speak those words. "You know nothing of insanity." He spat, before trudging off, muttering every obscenity he knew and making up a few as he went.
Everyone sat there, wide-eyed and in shock. "What's his problem?" Jounouchi asked, a large frown forming on his face.
Marik spoke up this time. "Bakura's been through some tough shit, ok?"
"You sound like you know what that 'tough shit' is. Care to tell?" Ryou asked. Marik closed his eyes, shivering into Malik's form. "No. And now, we're going to go find Bakura." With that, they both walked off.
'I swear… he seems so familiar…'
'It's all in your head, mortal. Leave it be.'
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"Bakura! Goddammit, Bakura, slow down!"
"Why the hell should I?" Nonetheless, he stopped in his tracks. The blondes caught up with him, and simultaneously pulled him into a hug.
"He said it doesn't matter. You heard him. God, how can anyone be so fucking heartless? The one I loved was lost with his memories."
Malik and Marik released him, and there was a deathly silence as tears fell upon the dirt. Years had turned him soft. He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't contain it.
"The person you love is sitting back there at that fire, Bakura. Understand, you know he would never want to forget. He was forced to forget."
"Stop feeding me that load of crap, Marik!" He snarled.
Slap.
Bakura stood there, head turned to the side by the force of the slap.
"So make him remember. Don't turn away and run back to your pain. We helped you out of that fucking ditch, don't fall back in willingly."
"Thanks, Malik."
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Lavvy: It'll get more interesting and less confusing later… I think?
Daisuke: Too short. Needs to be longer. You disappoint.
Lavvy: GRR! Fine, I'll give previews of the next chapters or something.
Daisuke: You don't exactly have an array of fans, Ms. Lavender. What's the point?
Lavvy: Oh well. I enjoy, that's what counts. So, once again: Review, rant, laugh, burn, throw angry gnomes, or say it's kinda sorta worth your time. ANY KIND OF FEEDBACK IS VERY LOVELY AND SHALL BE PRAISED THOROUGHLY!
Daisuke: Bye for now! She'll get to the freaky powers next chapter.
Daisuke: Who are you talking to…? And thank you uberly for the nice reviews, they help motivate. They really do. Ms. Lavender will explain the funky power stuff soon enough, so no worries.
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Warning: Language, dark themes, adult themes, shonen-ai.
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It wasn't anything that really mattered.
The pain, he could justify it, and that was all that mattered. It was to help a friend in need, and he lacked the sense or dignity to protest. Like a doll, he was played with, and perhaps even loved for awhile before he was thrown out.
No.
His friends still loved him. Because he was a good fuck toy when they were feeling upset.
First, it was Yugi when Yami had yelled.
The small boy ran crying to him, and sex ended up being the only thing that seemed to heal him.
No.
It was mindless, empty, and fake. Yet if it would help his friend, he was more than willing
Yami had apologized, everything went back to normal; and Yugi made him swear to take their secret to the grave.
He has complied, and their friendship continued. Friendship. Why didn't it made him feel any better?
Then, it was Otogi who was having problems with Seto Kaiba.
"He told me to get out… Ryou, I don't want him to hate me… I… no… I love him so much…"
Ryou snorted, but once again, was the one to comfort and hold when he was sobbing and shaking. When they were in a pool of cum and blood on the bathroom floor. Duke had thanked him. And Ryou soon became known to comfort anyone with a problem.
Jounouchi.
He was beaten and raped.
Funny. Ryou always thought rape victims were suppose to shy away from sex and love after being taken by force. Jounouchi took everything he had and more.
Yugi again.
He thought he had killed Yami.
An accident. They had been play fighting within the confines of his room, when Yugi shoved his love. He stumbled backwards, and the back of his head met the bedpost. Obviously enough to cause bleeding, as Yugi had been covered in it when he had arrived at Ryou's house.
"Oh my god, Ryou…" He had sobbed. He sunk to his knees on the doorstep, looking distant. "I've killed him. He-he's dead. Dead… dead… dead… dead…" He chanted, hiding his face in his arms. Foolish. Things would've been perfectly okay if he had called the ambulance first. Things turned out alright though, and life was normal for a while…
Anzu.
Literally thrown out of dance school and dumped by her boyfriend. It was more or less sympathy sex. Ryou didn't like to see her cry. He didn't like to hear her cry. He didn't like it when anyone cried.
He was the only one with true reasons to cry. Sad. She moved to America and never came back. But he was glad. No more crying. For the time being.
Mai.
She needed to relieve stress, and Ryou wondered why she figured he was the perfect one to use. Maybe because people were spreading rumors. Slut. Maybe his friends were sharing their stories with each other. Laughing.
He wanted to die. Die. Disappear. Cease to breath and waste space. Even after death, you wasted space. Memories. But who would want to remember him? Yugi? No. It would be out of pity.
He went through all possibilities. None of them came out the way any normal person would want.
Jounouchi and himself grew close. They could talk. Without having to cry or have comfort sex. It was good. He never did find out why he hated hearing people cry. Maybe…
"He broke his promise to you, Bakura. He's forgotten…"
"Shut up."
"There will be no denying the truth. All those years of pain and suffering. You held out just to keep your promise to your love; and he's FORGOTTEN YOU! He doesn't deserve a thing from you. But then again… what do you have to give, hm?"
"I believe I told you to shut up, heartless beast."
"You made me this way, Bakura… You made me this way."
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"What an infatuation you have!"
"Jounouchi, if you want to live to see the day that you are married to Seto, you will shut the hell up so I can get ready."
A smile lit up the blondes face. "Hey Ry, you don't think the new racer Yami was talking about could be the guy we saw the other night, do you?"
Ryou slipped his chest protector over his head, working quickly with the buckle on each side. "With my luck, it will be."
Jou stuck out his tongue as his friend started the bike and saluted him. "I'm counting on you to be there at the pits, Jounouchi."
"You know I'll be there, Ry. Now GO!" The blonde shouted, laughing happily as he was roosted, covering his face with his arms.
"I'll get you for that." He smiled and walked off.
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Lavvy: Ok, pause. Time to think. Should I write about the race? Start to finish?
Daisuke: Nope. 'Cause you'll have to think about it for over a day, just to get it the way you want it.
Lavvy: …
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"Ryou! You did great man!"
"Sixteenth overall. No, I didn't do good. Not good enough." He frowned and plopped down into a chair.
Jou put his hands on his hips and sighed. "Sixteenth overall is fucking fantastic, stop whining. You kicked ass and you know it!"
"Guys! Hey!"
The two looked up, only to be met with a group of people who seemed to have been listening to their argument. It consisted of Yami, Yugi, Anzu, and a very green-in-the-face looking Serenity.
"'Allo Serenity! What's wrong, girl?" Ryou puts on his famous look of genuine concern.
"Blood… crash… he wasn't moving…" The poor girl looked like she needed a brown paper bag and some aspirin, or a pill strong enough to knock out a bull elephant.
"Oh! You mean Carson? He'll be ok! The fact that he didn't finish the race will hurt worse than the fact that several bones broke through the skin on his left leg!" Yami chirped from behind her, looking delighted to finally know what was going on with her. Not the right thing to say…
The sky was lit up in an array of pink and purple, the sun almost completely gone from sight. A fire burned in the middle of their camp, everyone seated around it in fold-out chairs. Jounouchi took a quick glance around, before hopping up and strolling over to his truck.
"That race was a real bitch." Ryou griped, leaning back and looking at the sky overhead.
"No kidding. But what happened to you, Ryou? You were ahead of me, until you decided to stop and gape at something." Yami inquired, staring at him intently.
The silver-haired young man decided to poke at the crackling fire with a stick. He knew what had happened. He just refused to talk about it. 'Next option: lie.'
"I was hauling ass, dude. I went from fifth place, to fourth, to third, then the bike said 'Fuck you.' I need to take the time tomorrow to figure out what's wrong with it." That was partially true, he supposed.
"Don't lie to me." Yami eyed him once before taking a red plastic cup filled with Captain Morgan from Jou, who had practically bounced back with drinks for everyone. He took a sip and winced. "Fuckin' hell, Jounouchi! What'd ya do, make it straight Captain?"
He grinned, "Don't ya like it? Sorry man, the reaction was goin' to be too priceless."
"It was him."
The two turned towards Ryou, who was currently staring at the small flame now perched on the tip of the stick he had been poking the fire with. He hung his head low before dropping the stick to the ground and stepping on it.
"Who?" They questioned in unison, the others now a distance away talking.
"Bakura. The singer Jou and I saw in SI the other night."
The two both looked taken back, brows furrowing. Yami spoke up. "Coincidence. You know he took fourth overall? The guy's a speed demon. Apparently, he passed me on the second loop."
"Well Yami, he passed me like I was tied to a tree." Ryou heaved a sigh. The pair next to him blinked for a few seconds, letting it soak in, then burst out laughing.
"'Cause you were too busy starin'!" Yami gasped in-between breaths.
"Gee, support comes in truck-fulls from you guys." Ryou said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jou and Yami nodded eagerly, before toasting to 'Good ol' sarcasm.' The sun had just gone down completely, a blanket of darkness falling upon them. Peaceful. After Jou had left to go hop into the back of truck and sit there to avoid the ants-that he swore bit him on the ass several times in the previous few minutes-, the silence was ruined.
"OOF!" A figure came stumbling into camp, apparently then yanked back by a leash. "Holy shit, Malik. Not so rough!" (Daisuke: Sqwee!!! Malik ish hikari, Marik ish yami. Muah. Shouldn't Ryou feel left out?)
"Aww, I thought you enjoyed things rough?"
"Not when I'm on the receiving end, cutie. Now take the collar off, I don't care if I lost the bet!"
They rolled around in the dirt, play wrestling and stealing sloppy kisses here and there, not particularly worried about anyone watching. Which, of course, the three sitting around the fire were doing. Until, Ryou spotted something quite familiar.
"Stop it you two. No making a spectacle of yourselves just yet." He grumbled, prodding one of the two on the ground with his foot. Prod. Prod. Super prod. Kick.
"Ouchie!" They both got up and scowled. "That wasn't nice, you ass!"
He directed his gaze towards the gaping young man at the fire. "Hello again, Ryou."
Bakura.
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A chorus of ruff laughter. "My life so far has been… odd." Malik complained, snuggling deeper into the warmth that was Marik's arms. "This old guy used to come by my house EVERY DAY and tell me that one day, everything falls out: your teeth, your hair, everything. Then, he came by when I was eighteen. The dude was probably seventy-somethin' then. Anyways, he comes by and I just happen to be sitting outside in my boxers with Marik." Snicker. "Once again, he feeds me the same line of bullshit about everything falling out. So, I ask him if my nipple piercings will fall out too. The guy goes 'No, they'll just sink to your knees.'"
Laughter. Ryou was having fun, real fun for maybe the first time in years. Just enjoying life.
"What about you, Jou?" He asked, eyes directed towards the blonde who was sitting in the bed of his truck still. The brown-eyed man stuck a piece of straw, God knows where the hell he got it, in his mouth and smirked.
"I was force-fed Heehaw all through childhood." He paused and laughed, "I'ma pickin' and I'ma grinnin'." He said simply, earning a few chuckles from the group.
"And now would be Bakura's turn." Marik smiled and nudged him.
"Bad life. Crappy childhood. Made out to be a freak of nature. All in all, I say my life so far has been wonderful." A truly bright and beautiful smile appeared on his face. Upon further inspection, one would see the pain.
Yami, now severely drunk, grinned and began flashing his flashlight in Ryou's eyes. On. Off. On. Off. "Like a fuckin' little kid, aren't I?"
He blinked several times as he watched the flashlight leave his hand and take flight just in front of his face. It turned around, facing him. On. Off. On. Off. On. "Ok, I get it! Stop, Ryou!" Yami shrieked, blocking out the blinding light with his arm.
"Mmkay, well Yami, I would if it was me."
The flashlight dropped to the ground and turned itself off. "Possessed by a demon," Yami muttered, before kicking it into the fire and stumbling off with every intention of finding Yugi and bawling to him about the absolutely traumatizing experience.
"Ryou?"
"Yes, Malik?"
"We've told our stories. What's yours?" He questioned, looking quite interested all of a sudden.
"You're going to think I'm crazy, but…" Ryou chuckled softly, holding back a torrent of tears. "I don't really remember. I can tell you anything about the last six years or so, otherwise, my mind is blank."
"You're kidding!" The tanned blonde gasped.
"I wish I was," he paused and looked up at the stars. Bright and untouchable, what he might never be, "but I'm not. It doesn't matter, though. What memories I do have are relatively good ones."
"Ryou, you're such a nut! I still think you're insane, bud!" Jou shouted, looking amused.
Malik and Marik exchanged worried glances, then looked to Bakura. The silver-haired man's fists balled and he stood up, glaring at Jounouchi like he was the lowest piece of trash on earth to even speak those words. "You know nothing of insanity." He spat, before trudging off, muttering every obscenity he knew and making up a few as he went.
Everyone sat there, wide-eyed and in shock. "What's his problem?" Jounouchi asked, a large frown forming on his face.
Marik spoke up this time. "Bakura's been through some tough shit, ok?"
"You sound like you know what that 'tough shit' is. Care to tell?" Ryou asked. Marik closed his eyes, shivering into Malik's form. "No. And now, we're going to go find Bakura." With that, they both walked off.
'I swear… he seems so familiar…'
'It's all in your head, mortal. Leave it be.'
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"Bakura! Goddammit, Bakura, slow down!"
"Why the hell should I?" Nonetheless, he stopped in his tracks. The blondes caught up with him, and simultaneously pulled him into a hug.
"He said it doesn't matter. You heard him. God, how can anyone be so fucking heartless? The one I loved was lost with his memories."
Malik and Marik released him, and there was a deathly silence as tears fell upon the dirt. Years had turned him soft. He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't contain it.
"The person you love is sitting back there at that fire, Bakura. Understand, you know he would never want to forget. He was forced to forget."
"Stop feeding me that load of crap, Marik!" He snarled.
Slap.
Bakura stood there, head turned to the side by the force of the slap.
"So make him remember. Don't turn away and run back to your pain. We helped you out of that fucking ditch, don't fall back in willingly."
"Thanks, Malik."
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Lavvy: It'll get more interesting and less confusing later… I think?
Daisuke: Too short. Needs to be longer. You disappoint.
Lavvy: GRR! Fine, I'll give previews of the next chapters or something.
Daisuke: You don't exactly have an array of fans, Ms. Lavender. What's the point?
Lavvy: Oh well. I enjoy, that's what counts. So, once again: Review, rant, laugh, burn, throw angry gnomes, or say it's kinda sorta worth your time. ANY KIND OF FEEDBACK IS VERY LOVELY AND SHALL BE PRAISED THOROUGHLY!
Daisuke: Bye for now! She'll get to the freaky powers next chapter.