Disclaimer: Nope.
I practically cannot write this story anymore. The inspiration is just. . . . not there. But thank you for the wonderful reviews just the same, (you guys rock!!!) and they are what finally pushed me to sit through writer's block for hours until I got another chapter down, even though it's kinda screwed up.
I'm sorry for the last chapter, which several of you said was confusing. I cannot figure out how to do italics! Also, my slash marks didn't show up either, which I understand would mix up the song lyrics, the mysterious being's speech (sorry Maruken, it's not Marik, though it probably would've been better if it was. . . .), and the actual story. Sorry again! = (
Please read and review.
Chapter 6: Death to consume me forever
The dark room faded in around Ryou hazily, and reality spun as he sat up and moaned. "W-what happened?. . . . ."
/You cannot escape me. . . . stop trying,/ hissed a voice from atop the nightstand. The hikari jumped and whipped his head around in fright, seeing the Ring neatly placed beside him. Ryou sucked in his breath uneasily.
"I t-threw you away. . . ." he whispered brokenly, with no idea what to do. "Please, l-leave me alone. . . ."
/Oh, you are -very- much alone,/ the Item growled back. Suddenly, a shadow loomed up from within it, and bright red eyes cracked open. Ryou shrieked and fell off the bed with a thud.
"W-what -are- you?" he yelled. Fangs were bared, and a low snarl was heard as the Ring glowed underneath the monster.
/I am the one your foolish yami thought was destroyed long ago,/ the creature breathed. /. . . . I am the one that has always controlled him. . . . I am the one that will teach him a -lesson- tonight./ The molten crimson eyes smoldered as they locked with Ryou's.
"Help me. . . . please. . . ." the distraught hikari whimpered through the splintered mind link. There was no reply, and the beast sneered more widely.
/-You-, my little 'tenshi',/ it sneered, /May call me DIABOUNDO./
Ryou's mind was wiped blank.
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Bakura's breath came harsh as he laboredly sprinted toward the house.
"I should never have left him alone!" he snarled to himself. "That stupid, useless little twit can't defend himself from -anything-!"
/Hahahahahahaha. . . ./ The dark chuckle of his once prized creature echoed throughout his mind, only pushing him to run faster.
"RYOU!" Upon finally reaching his destination, he slammed the door open and started to search frantically for his hikari, protective instincts overriding all hatred and disgust within him.
"Yes?" purred an innocent voice from the top of the stairs. The white- haired yami whipped around and vaulted the stairs in one motion, tackling his hikari and pressing him close without so much as glancing at his face.
"Where is he?!" Bakura growled, looking around wildly for any foreign movement. "RA-DAMN IT, RYOU IS -MINE-, YOU HEAR?!" he screamed into the empty hallway.
From the spot inside of his mind where Ryou was watching his body's actions helplessly, his eyes widened.
'. . . . He cares?'
/Of course not, idiot,/ Diaboundo scoffed cruelly. /He's simply a possessive bastard./
The spark of hope that had lit in Ryou's heart was immediately snuffed out, and his eyes teared up. . . . because he knew the monster was right.
/I always am./
"Who are you talking to, yami?" A stark-white head tilted to the side, regarding Bakura warily and judgingly, though the thief didn't see that.
Ryou's twin's growling face was quickly replaced by one of alarm. He slowly relaxed the hold on his hikari, and regarded the smaller boy cautiously.
"You. . . . you don't -know-?"
"Is there someone else here?" Diaboundo asked sarcastically, the effect only making the soft British voice sound vaguely confused.
"-Yes- someone else is here!" the tomb robber snarled, shaking Ryou's shoulders. "Don't tell me you haven't heard him! Where is he hiding?!"
/Rather slow, isn't he?/ the dark creature commented to Ryou, who he was holding cruelly in one of his muscular, clawed hands. The hikari glared daggers at him and whimpered in return, for the meantime unable to move.
"Oh! I -did- hear voices a few minutes before you came back, but they stopped when I threw the Ring out the window," Diaboundo said lightly.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Bakura stared at him silently for what seemed like an eternity, disbelief and temporary confusion welling up behind his eyes.
". . . . . . . . You threw it out the window."
"Mmhmm." Ryou smiled gently.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
". . . . .The Ring always returns to its owner. That's not possible."
/Fucking know-it-all,/ Diaboundo sneered, moving his pale body over to rest against the yami's again and inhaling the scent deeply.
"Whoops, that's right," Ryou purred, nuzzling farther into the warmth. "It must still be on my bedstand. . . . but it can wait, don't you think?" Bakura's eyes narrowed as he felt soft lips shyly press against his collar.
"What the -hell- do you think you're doing?" He pushed the light away, only to have him return more forcefully.
"I had fun last night. . . ." Ryou murmured, licking his way up Bakura's neck. "How about we give it another try?"
"What in the world--?!" the real Ryou yelled at Diaboundo, eyes wide. The creature did not look at him.
/Seducing./
"WHAT?!"
Bakura bit back his involuntary moan and pushed Ryou away again.
"You are -not- my hikari," he spat suspiciously. His light side put on a sad look.
"What do you mean?" he asked, voice disgustingly sweet. Bakura felt bile rise up in his throat.
"Give me -Ryou-!" he snarled. Inside the other boy's head, Diaboundo shoved him back into control.
/Kiss him, fool!/
"Bakura!" Ryou cried, emerging. He did not follow his orders, a grave mistake, and pushed his other backwards. "Get out of here, now!"
"What is going ON?!" the yami insisted furiously, hands to grab his hikari by the hair; as soon as he yanked on the moonlit strands, however, the monster took possession again (after kicking Ryou viciously) and slammed his lips against Bakura's.
"MMPH!"
"NO!" Ryou shrieked, punching Diaboundo aside with all the strength he could muster to get his body back. A claw ripped across the back of his mental self as the monster stumbled away momentarily, and hot tears of pain cascaded down Ryou's face as he crushed his mouth to his yami's, throwing his arms around the demon's neck. Bakura immediately recognized his hikari's taste, and kissed back furiously before pulling away a second later and slapping him across the face.
"What the fuck?!" the fiend snarled, shoving Ryou backwards onto the couch. Diaboundo roared and took power over the light's body once more, making the teary brown eyes suddenly narrow and flash red. Bakura cried out upon seeing the change, and the monster lunged at him, knocking the thief straight into the sharp edge of the coffee table and slicing his cheek open.
"Who do you think you are to question -me-?!" the possessed Ryou spat, taking a heavy seat atop the dark's back and twisting his arm around painfully. Diaboundo leaned down and lapped the red liquid from Bakura's cheek. "Why are -you- in control all the time?! I'm sick of it!" He grit through clenched fangs. "-I- am the reason you're still alive!"
"Ha!" Bakura scoffed, before gasping in pain when the creature wrenched his arm harder. He abruptly kicked the back of Ryou's head with his free leg, knocking his attacker senseless long enough to wriggle free of his hold and reverse their positions.
Diaboundo recovered quickly and punched Bakura's stomach, with surprising force coming from the small albino boy's body, knocking the other off of him yet again.
But the thief was surprisingly fast, and soon the two were involved in a violent blur of flailing limbs, sharp fangs, and slashing nails. After a long fight, the yami managed to maneuver the creature into standing and get his lethal hands around his neck; a fatal position.
"If you force me to hurt Ryou, I swear on my Ring that you will -beg- for death at my hands when I am through with you!" Bakura screamed, tightening his hold on Diaboundo's neck.
"I won't have to! You cause the boy pain far greater than any -I- could inflict on my own," the hikari's voice hissed softly, Bakura's Ka not even flinching as his windpipe was almost completely cut off. He smirked darkly. "Never hurt those you care about, -master-. . . . it will always come around full circle." Garnet eyes dangerously hardened, and milky pale digits clenched even further.
"You lie," the tomb robber spat, almost whispering. Diaboundo chuckled slowly, horribly.
"Oh, no, master. . . . I tell the -truth-. In fact," He moved his hands from trying to pry Bakura's away, and instead ran them up and down the dark half's sides. The thief shivered, but didn't relax his grip at all. "I wouldn't be surprised if Ryou gives you another visit tonight. . . ."
Bakura's pupils dilated horribly, and memories of the terrible dreams hit him in a wave of ice. So the thing that had been causing all of those nightmares was--
"YOU!"
Ryou bared fangs. "Me."
The Ring spirit snarled and dug his nails into the other's soft flesh. "Are you going to tell me why, or shall I suffocate you?!"
Diaboundo only kept that sickly grin. "You have no need to know, ignorant -human- that you ar--" He gagged and cut himself off as Bakura suddenly put his mouth up to Ryou's neck and ripped his teeth across it, where his hands weren't covering. Flinching in pain, the monster's eyes flashed maliciously as blood trickled down.
"I am no mortal, and I am -definitely- not a fool!" the albino growled, cutting off his opponent's air completely. The creature's face quickly paled from lack of oxygen, but he still kept up that infuriating smile.
"If you weren't a fool, you would kn-know. . . ." Diaboundo's eyes rolled upward into his head, body giving into the suffocation easily. With his last wisp of breath, he chuckled.
/. . . . that Shadow Monsters have no need to breathe!/ Evil eyes flashed open and he smacked the side of Bakura's head with all his might, successfully freeing himself. He leaped over and knocked the disoriented tomb robber to the floor.
After another sharp scuffle, the fiendish yami was pinned, by the hips, ankles, and wrists, to the bloodstained carpet with no way out. Panting heavily, he clenched his teeth when Ryou unsheathed a knife from his pocket.
"Now," the possessed boy smirked triumphantly. "If you will excuse me for a moment to deal with your -light-, we can begin what I've been waiting for. . . ."
And soon enough, with a sadistic smirk, Diaboundo cut off Bakura's shirt, and descended his mouth upon his chest. . . .
UOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOU
Ryou sat helplessly in his soul room, deathly afraid of making any rebellious move after the warning he had received.
/If you even so much as THINK of trying to put me out of commission while I am -busy-, your master will be torn limb from limb in front of your eyes, and you will soon follow!/
That threat had been hastily followed with a shallow scrape across the cheek for emphasis, and then Ryou had been totally cut off from his yami, except for the feelings of pain and confusion that washed across the link. The only way to see what was going on would be to find Diaboundo, and the hikari didn't dare.
'I'm such a -coward-!' the light side wailed, disgusted with himself. He knew very well what was about to happen out in the real world. . . . but he had no way to stop it.
Every wisp of suffering, alarm, and twisted pleasure that Bakura felt was mirrored in Ryou's mind, and it drove him crazy with agony.
After ten minutes, he hissed and clutched his head. The monster had given him an update on progress.
/Your master looks very beautiful when he is fully exposed, did you know?/ Diaboundo sneered. /It is a privilege for you that your body should be used to taint him. . . ./
"Bakura!" Ryou cried, clawing desperately at the hold on his mind, but to no avail.
The hikari's fear, anger, and tears were building. This was wrong. He grit his teeth together in frustration. There had to be -something- he could do; -anything-!
But there was nothing. Ryou hid his face in shame. He was about to rape the one he loved . . . . . . . . .
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Bakura's mind was a tumultuous mess, and he wasn't clear on what exactly was happening. All that he could register was that he was naked, flush under an equally naked Ryou. His body was begging to screw his hikari as hard as it could, but it was rendered immobile for the moment, and he couldn't remember why.
His Shadow monster could see the vagueness in his eyes, and decided to bring him cruelly back down to earth. He shoved a finger inside of him.
Snapping awake from his hazy state in an instant, Bakura's eyes widened painfully, and he started yelling and attempting to thrash about.
Diaboundo sneered in triumph, relishing the moment of dawning comprehension that spread over the yami's face.
He was about to be taken.
As the monster's borrowed body came down into his master's own and the first screams pierced the night air, something in the back of Ryou's conscious suddenly clicked.
Excruciating suffering, not much of it physical, totally flooded the link, pushing blind, reckless resolve up into his mind.
Gasping and pained from the effort, he arose onto trembling feet and wrenched open the door to his dark side's soul room across the hall with determination. Softly selecting a knife from the many glittering upon the walls, he knew what he had to do.
The lovesick hikari took a deep breath and stepped back into the dark hallway, facing toward the pitch black, seemingly endless path that awaited him. The whiplike tendrils of Diaboundo's presence stretched out, warning him to go back, and leave the creature be.
They were ignored. As Ryou started forward, only one image filled his mind. . . . that of Bakura's smile. Which he had only seen once, and never would again if Diaboundo had his way. Rape, then kill.
Chocolate brown eyes came to rest upon the blurry, distorted image of his yami's furious, sweaty face. The window to the outside world. The thief's mouth opened in another ear-splitting cry, but the sound only whispered through the light side's ears, echoing in his head.
"RYOU!. . . . . . .Ryou!. . . . . . . . . . .Ryou. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."
Ryou stopped, startled.
'. . . . . Me?. . . . . . .'
He looked on in horror as his body pounded at his yami's, the evil one's arms being held forcefully above his head by Ryou's own, and then he froze.
Almost too small to be noticed, a tear slipped out of the tomb robber's eye. The albino teen watched, transfixed, as it slowly rolled down his cheek, and plopped onto the pillow.
. . . . . . A tear. . . . . . . Bakura. . . was. . . . . crying. . . . . . . . . . .
Red flashed uncontrollably over Ryou's vision.
Pale lips curled upwards in their first real snarl --- a raged, possessive, terrible one --- that swiftly escalated to a cry.
"YAMI!". . . . . . .
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tbc?
Kami, I'm so sorry. I've made a complete mess of this fic, haven't I? Ugh. . . . I'm going through this "sucky chapter writing" phase. . . .
This still probably makes no sense, and I don't even know how I'm going to end it yet. I -do- know what will happen in the next chapter though, and it should clear things up a bit. Maybe. I don't know.
I don't want to make any promises about when I'll have it done and posted, because I'll probably just break them again, T.T but reviews do help. They make me feel more confident in my (somewhat-nonexistent) writing skills, and help keep me on the ball.
I'd appreciate it a lot.
Especially since NOW I'm practically on non-speaking terms with the guy I like because we got into a fight. He was just being a real ass for some reason, and now I don't think I even like him anymore. . . . . .
I practically cannot write this story anymore. The inspiration is just. . . . not there. But thank you for the wonderful reviews just the same, (you guys rock!!!) and they are what finally pushed me to sit through writer's block for hours until I got another chapter down, even though it's kinda screwed up.
I'm sorry for the last chapter, which several of you said was confusing. I cannot figure out how to do italics! Also, my slash marks didn't show up either, which I understand would mix up the song lyrics, the mysterious being's speech (sorry Maruken, it's not Marik, though it probably would've been better if it was. . . .), and the actual story. Sorry again! = (
Please read and review.
Chapter 6: Death to consume me forever
The dark room faded in around Ryou hazily, and reality spun as he sat up and moaned. "W-what happened?. . . . ."
/You cannot escape me. . . . stop trying,/ hissed a voice from atop the nightstand. The hikari jumped and whipped his head around in fright, seeing the Ring neatly placed beside him. Ryou sucked in his breath uneasily.
"I t-threw you away. . . ." he whispered brokenly, with no idea what to do. "Please, l-leave me alone. . . ."
/Oh, you are -very- much alone,/ the Item growled back. Suddenly, a shadow loomed up from within it, and bright red eyes cracked open. Ryou shrieked and fell off the bed with a thud.
"W-what -are- you?" he yelled. Fangs were bared, and a low snarl was heard as the Ring glowed underneath the monster.
/I am the one your foolish yami thought was destroyed long ago,/ the creature breathed. /. . . . I am the one that has always controlled him. . . . I am the one that will teach him a -lesson- tonight./ The molten crimson eyes smoldered as they locked with Ryou's.
"Help me. . . . please. . . ." the distraught hikari whimpered through the splintered mind link. There was no reply, and the beast sneered more widely.
/-You-, my little 'tenshi',/ it sneered, /May call me DIABOUNDO./
Ryou's mind was wiped blank.
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Bakura's breath came harsh as he laboredly sprinted toward the house.
"I should never have left him alone!" he snarled to himself. "That stupid, useless little twit can't defend himself from -anything-!"
/Hahahahahahaha. . . ./ The dark chuckle of his once prized creature echoed throughout his mind, only pushing him to run faster.
"RYOU!" Upon finally reaching his destination, he slammed the door open and started to search frantically for his hikari, protective instincts overriding all hatred and disgust within him.
"Yes?" purred an innocent voice from the top of the stairs. The white- haired yami whipped around and vaulted the stairs in one motion, tackling his hikari and pressing him close without so much as glancing at his face.
"Where is he?!" Bakura growled, looking around wildly for any foreign movement. "RA-DAMN IT, RYOU IS -MINE-, YOU HEAR?!" he screamed into the empty hallway.
From the spot inside of his mind where Ryou was watching his body's actions helplessly, his eyes widened.
'. . . . He cares?'
/Of course not, idiot,/ Diaboundo scoffed cruelly. /He's simply a possessive bastard./
The spark of hope that had lit in Ryou's heart was immediately snuffed out, and his eyes teared up. . . . because he knew the monster was right.
/I always am./
"Who are you talking to, yami?" A stark-white head tilted to the side, regarding Bakura warily and judgingly, though the thief didn't see that.
Ryou's twin's growling face was quickly replaced by one of alarm. He slowly relaxed the hold on his hikari, and regarded the smaller boy cautiously.
"You. . . . you don't -know-?"
"Is there someone else here?" Diaboundo asked sarcastically, the effect only making the soft British voice sound vaguely confused.
"-Yes- someone else is here!" the tomb robber snarled, shaking Ryou's shoulders. "Don't tell me you haven't heard him! Where is he hiding?!"
/Rather slow, isn't he?/ the dark creature commented to Ryou, who he was holding cruelly in one of his muscular, clawed hands. The hikari glared daggers at him and whimpered in return, for the meantime unable to move.
"Oh! I -did- hear voices a few minutes before you came back, but they stopped when I threw the Ring out the window," Diaboundo said lightly.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Bakura stared at him silently for what seemed like an eternity, disbelief and temporary confusion welling up behind his eyes.
". . . . . . . . You threw it out the window."
"Mmhmm." Ryou smiled gently.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
". . . . .The Ring always returns to its owner. That's not possible."
/Fucking know-it-all,/ Diaboundo sneered, moving his pale body over to rest against the yami's again and inhaling the scent deeply.
"Whoops, that's right," Ryou purred, nuzzling farther into the warmth. "It must still be on my bedstand. . . . but it can wait, don't you think?" Bakura's eyes narrowed as he felt soft lips shyly press against his collar.
"What the -hell- do you think you're doing?" He pushed the light away, only to have him return more forcefully.
"I had fun last night. . . ." Ryou murmured, licking his way up Bakura's neck. "How about we give it another try?"
"What in the world--?!" the real Ryou yelled at Diaboundo, eyes wide. The creature did not look at him.
/Seducing./
"WHAT?!"
Bakura bit back his involuntary moan and pushed Ryou away again.
"You are -not- my hikari," he spat suspiciously. His light side put on a sad look.
"What do you mean?" he asked, voice disgustingly sweet. Bakura felt bile rise up in his throat.
"Give me -Ryou-!" he snarled. Inside the other boy's head, Diaboundo shoved him back into control.
/Kiss him, fool!/
"Bakura!" Ryou cried, emerging. He did not follow his orders, a grave mistake, and pushed his other backwards. "Get out of here, now!"
"What is going ON?!" the yami insisted furiously, hands to grab his hikari by the hair; as soon as he yanked on the moonlit strands, however, the monster took possession again (after kicking Ryou viciously) and slammed his lips against Bakura's.
"MMPH!"
"NO!" Ryou shrieked, punching Diaboundo aside with all the strength he could muster to get his body back. A claw ripped across the back of his mental self as the monster stumbled away momentarily, and hot tears of pain cascaded down Ryou's face as he crushed his mouth to his yami's, throwing his arms around the demon's neck. Bakura immediately recognized his hikari's taste, and kissed back furiously before pulling away a second later and slapping him across the face.
"What the fuck?!" the fiend snarled, shoving Ryou backwards onto the couch. Diaboundo roared and took power over the light's body once more, making the teary brown eyes suddenly narrow and flash red. Bakura cried out upon seeing the change, and the monster lunged at him, knocking the thief straight into the sharp edge of the coffee table and slicing his cheek open.
"Who do you think you are to question -me-?!" the possessed Ryou spat, taking a heavy seat atop the dark's back and twisting his arm around painfully. Diaboundo leaned down and lapped the red liquid from Bakura's cheek. "Why are -you- in control all the time?! I'm sick of it!" He grit through clenched fangs. "-I- am the reason you're still alive!"
"Ha!" Bakura scoffed, before gasping in pain when the creature wrenched his arm harder. He abruptly kicked the back of Ryou's head with his free leg, knocking his attacker senseless long enough to wriggle free of his hold and reverse their positions.
Diaboundo recovered quickly and punched Bakura's stomach, with surprising force coming from the small albino boy's body, knocking the other off of him yet again.
But the thief was surprisingly fast, and soon the two were involved in a violent blur of flailing limbs, sharp fangs, and slashing nails. After a long fight, the yami managed to maneuver the creature into standing and get his lethal hands around his neck; a fatal position.
"If you force me to hurt Ryou, I swear on my Ring that you will -beg- for death at my hands when I am through with you!" Bakura screamed, tightening his hold on Diaboundo's neck.
"I won't have to! You cause the boy pain far greater than any -I- could inflict on my own," the hikari's voice hissed softly, Bakura's Ka not even flinching as his windpipe was almost completely cut off. He smirked darkly. "Never hurt those you care about, -master-. . . . it will always come around full circle." Garnet eyes dangerously hardened, and milky pale digits clenched even further.
"You lie," the tomb robber spat, almost whispering. Diaboundo chuckled slowly, horribly.
"Oh, no, master. . . . I tell the -truth-. In fact," He moved his hands from trying to pry Bakura's away, and instead ran them up and down the dark half's sides. The thief shivered, but didn't relax his grip at all. "I wouldn't be surprised if Ryou gives you another visit tonight. . . ."
Bakura's pupils dilated horribly, and memories of the terrible dreams hit him in a wave of ice. So the thing that had been causing all of those nightmares was--
"YOU!"
Ryou bared fangs. "Me."
The Ring spirit snarled and dug his nails into the other's soft flesh. "Are you going to tell me why, or shall I suffocate you?!"
Diaboundo only kept that sickly grin. "You have no need to know, ignorant -human- that you ar--" He gagged and cut himself off as Bakura suddenly put his mouth up to Ryou's neck and ripped his teeth across it, where his hands weren't covering. Flinching in pain, the monster's eyes flashed maliciously as blood trickled down.
"I am no mortal, and I am -definitely- not a fool!" the albino growled, cutting off his opponent's air completely. The creature's face quickly paled from lack of oxygen, but he still kept up that infuriating smile.
"If you weren't a fool, you would kn-know. . . ." Diaboundo's eyes rolled upward into his head, body giving into the suffocation easily. With his last wisp of breath, he chuckled.
/. . . . that Shadow Monsters have no need to breathe!/ Evil eyes flashed open and he smacked the side of Bakura's head with all his might, successfully freeing himself. He leaped over and knocked the disoriented tomb robber to the floor.
After another sharp scuffle, the fiendish yami was pinned, by the hips, ankles, and wrists, to the bloodstained carpet with no way out. Panting heavily, he clenched his teeth when Ryou unsheathed a knife from his pocket.
"Now," the possessed boy smirked triumphantly. "If you will excuse me for a moment to deal with your -light-, we can begin what I've been waiting for. . . ."
And soon enough, with a sadistic smirk, Diaboundo cut off Bakura's shirt, and descended his mouth upon his chest. . . .
UOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOU
Ryou sat helplessly in his soul room, deathly afraid of making any rebellious move after the warning he had received.
/If you even so much as THINK of trying to put me out of commission while I am -busy-, your master will be torn limb from limb in front of your eyes, and you will soon follow!/
That threat had been hastily followed with a shallow scrape across the cheek for emphasis, and then Ryou had been totally cut off from his yami, except for the feelings of pain and confusion that washed across the link. The only way to see what was going on would be to find Diaboundo, and the hikari didn't dare.
'I'm such a -coward-!' the light side wailed, disgusted with himself. He knew very well what was about to happen out in the real world. . . . but he had no way to stop it.
Every wisp of suffering, alarm, and twisted pleasure that Bakura felt was mirrored in Ryou's mind, and it drove him crazy with agony.
After ten minutes, he hissed and clutched his head. The monster had given him an update on progress.
/Your master looks very beautiful when he is fully exposed, did you know?/ Diaboundo sneered. /It is a privilege for you that your body should be used to taint him. . . ./
"Bakura!" Ryou cried, clawing desperately at the hold on his mind, but to no avail.
The hikari's fear, anger, and tears were building. This was wrong. He grit his teeth together in frustration. There had to be -something- he could do; -anything-!
But there was nothing. Ryou hid his face in shame. He was about to rape the one he loved . . . . . . . . .
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Bakura's mind was a tumultuous mess, and he wasn't clear on what exactly was happening. All that he could register was that he was naked, flush under an equally naked Ryou. His body was begging to screw his hikari as hard as it could, but it was rendered immobile for the moment, and he couldn't remember why.
His Shadow monster could see the vagueness in his eyes, and decided to bring him cruelly back down to earth. He shoved a finger inside of him.
Snapping awake from his hazy state in an instant, Bakura's eyes widened painfully, and he started yelling and attempting to thrash about.
Diaboundo sneered in triumph, relishing the moment of dawning comprehension that spread over the yami's face.
He was about to be taken.
As the monster's borrowed body came down into his master's own and the first screams pierced the night air, something in the back of Ryou's conscious suddenly clicked.
Excruciating suffering, not much of it physical, totally flooded the link, pushing blind, reckless resolve up into his mind.
Gasping and pained from the effort, he arose onto trembling feet and wrenched open the door to his dark side's soul room across the hall with determination. Softly selecting a knife from the many glittering upon the walls, he knew what he had to do.
The lovesick hikari took a deep breath and stepped back into the dark hallway, facing toward the pitch black, seemingly endless path that awaited him. The whiplike tendrils of Diaboundo's presence stretched out, warning him to go back, and leave the creature be.
They were ignored. As Ryou started forward, only one image filled his mind. . . . that of Bakura's smile. Which he had only seen once, and never would again if Diaboundo had his way. Rape, then kill.
Chocolate brown eyes came to rest upon the blurry, distorted image of his yami's furious, sweaty face. The window to the outside world. The thief's mouth opened in another ear-splitting cry, but the sound only whispered through the light side's ears, echoing in his head.
"RYOU!. . . . . . .Ryou!. . . . . . . . . . .Ryou. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."
Ryou stopped, startled.
'. . . . . Me?. . . . . . .'
He looked on in horror as his body pounded at his yami's, the evil one's arms being held forcefully above his head by Ryou's own, and then he froze.
Almost too small to be noticed, a tear slipped out of the tomb robber's eye. The albino teen watched, transfixed, as it slowly rolled down his cheek, and plopped onto the pillow.
. . . . . . A tear. . . . . . . Bakura. . . was. . . . . crying. . . . . . . . . . .
Red flashed uncontrollably over Ryou's vision.
Pale lips curled upwards in their first real snarl --- a raged, possessive, terrible one --- that swiftly escalated to a cry.
"YAMI!". . . . . . .
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tbc?
Kami, I'm so sorry. I've made a complete mess of this fic, haven't I? Ugh. . . . I'm going through this "sucky chapter writing" phase. . . .
This still probably makes no sense, and I don't even know how I'm going to end it yet. I -do- know what will happen in the next chapter though, and it should clear things up a bit. Maybe. I don't know.
I don't want to make any promises about when I'll have it done and posted, because I'll probably just break them again, T.T but reviews do help. They make me feel more confident in my (somewhat-nonexistent) writing skills, and help keep me on the ball.
I'd appreciate it a lot.
Especially since NOW I'm practically on non-speaking terms with the guy I like because we got into a fight. He was just being a real ass for some reason, and now I don't think I even like him anymore. . . . . .