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Ishtar: . . . . . . don't mind her... she was expecting flames... *sweat drop*
SD: But I didn't get them did I? Nuh-uh! Woohoo! Woohoo!
Ishtar: ... right...
SD: ANYWAY! I don't think I really put up a warning last time so here it is:
!Warning!: This fic contains YAOI and RAPE and DEATH and dealings with SUICIDE and ANGST!!!
SD: You have been warned. *nod* *nod* Also I'd like to write to Aibou right now GOMEN NASAI! I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAIM YOUR AU WORLD! ;_;
Ishtar: ¬¬ anyway...
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN YGO! BWAHAHAHAHA! I am such a loser...
Rishid stared at him in confusion for a moment. "Him?"
"Him! He-he... from..." Marik was cut off by another scream as his head seemed to swell again.
//Release me or I'll force my way out!// the voice yelled again.
"Iie! You can just stay where you are! Go AWAY!" Marik screamed.
//If I have to force my way out, it won't be pretty.//
"No, no, no, no, no... You can go away; you can just leave me alone..." Marik whimpered, clutching his head as the pain increased again.
The voice in his head growled darkly and the pain increased hugely all at once, causing Marik to scream.
"Marik-sama!" Rishid was at his side in an instant, one hand on his shoulder the other quickly checking Marik for a temperature. "Marik-sama, what's wrong, who are you talking to?"
"To HIM! He's coming ba-" his eyes widened as his the pain increased again, feeling as if his head was going to split open. Marik felt as if he would collapse without Rishid's hand on his shoulder as the pain became so bad his vision began to blur.
Rishid's eyes began to widen as Marik's shadow began to stretch out from him, the sennen eye glowing in the approximate place of the forehead. The shadow stretched up the wall and changed to a standing form, the hair no longer fell limply like Marik's did, but it rose up in jagged points. As the shadow took a step forward off of the wall Rishid could see the basic details of the man he had assisted in banishing a long time ago coming into clarity, as if he was walking out of a dark room to a light room the features became more detailed, from the blank half-lidded eyes to the sinister sneer.
"You... you're back!" Rishid gaped, his master had been upset enough for this man to return and he hadn't known about it. He had known that he would be upset, but to this magnitude he had no idea.
The sneer on the man's face grew. "So it would appear, wouldn't it?" He walked slowly and purposefully over to them, sneer growing slightly with each step so that once he had reached them he was grinning cruelly down at them. "And I'm looking at you and feeling just as strong as I ever was, Rishid."
Rishid glared at him, last time this man had come forth he had been easy to banish, as a mere glance from Rishid would send him back to his own world. However, now was different, as Rishid glared up at the grinning fiend before him no change came over the monster, he merely laughed, resembling more an insane cackle. He tossed his head back with this laughter, filling the room with the terrible sound.
"I could kill you so easily right now... though I believe I'll wait until one day when this boy is awake to see it." He sneered and looked down at Marik who had passed out in Rishid's arms as they were talking.
Rishid simply continued to glare at the man, who responded by laughing again.
"Put him to bed. Then go to bed yourself... I'll be here to glare at in the morning." And with that he laughed again and left the room, taking the guestroom for his own.
"Marik-sama... why didn't you tell me that you were this unhappy?" Rishid muttered as he tucked the young boy into his bed. He sighed lightly then turned and left for his own room, locking the door before going to sleep.
~*~
Yarik, as he had come to call himself, was awake early the next morning. He found his amusement in pissing the hell out of Isis as she tried to make breakfast, of course after she had made it he had taken it for himself and left for his own room.
Isis huffed a bit, glaring at the door to his room and starting over on her breakfast.
After a bit Rishid came down and was forced to explain to Isis what had happened, and why Yarik had returned. She pursed her lips in frustration, after all this time and she had been unable to tell that her brother had been upset. Guilt overwhelmed her as she sat down, holding her head in her hands. She was once so perceptive of these things, why hadn't she been this time?
"He always seemed cheerful when he was here!" She looked up at Rishid and read in his expression he felt the same way she did. "Why didn't he tell us something was wrong? Why couldn't we tell?"
"I don't know, Isis-san... I just know we should try our best from now on to be there for him."
"Hai... demo... right now... I have to get to work... when he wakes up give him a little bit of cough medicine, he was lying in the rain for hours..." Isis smiled sadly as she got up and walked outside. "Good... it's sunny today... Otouto will be happy..."
~*~
Marik woke up about eleven thirty the next morning, with a head ache and a dry throat. He got up slowly and paused for the wave of nausea that washed over him to pass. *he opened his door intent on going to the kitchen for a glass of water and some Tylenol when he found himself stumbling backwards, clutching his face in pain.
Yarik smirked as he entered the doorway.
Marik's eyes widened as he saw him, "Y-You!"
Yarik walked over to him in a few quick steps and backhanded him harshly. Marik, not expecting the sudden blow flew backwards into the wall. He grunted lightly in pain as he slid down and sat on the floor for a second. Yarik walked over so that he was standing over top of him, looking down cruelly.
"My name is Yarik, though you will address me as Yarik-sama and from this point on I am your master. Whatever I say, you obey, whatever I want, you are to give it to me, should I ever ask you a question you will answer it. You belong to me, you are nothing more than a possession, do you understand that?" He commanded coldly and slowly as if to make sure Marik understood every word that he was saying. There was a pause and then he yelled "Do you understand!?"
"H-Hai... Yarik-sama..." Marik mumbled slightly, his head was ringing and it was somewhat difficult for him to follow what Yarik was saying, but he understood most of it.
"And another thing... As my possession, no one else is allowed to touch you. Should that happen you will be punished for allowing it and they will be punished for the act, do I make myself clear?!" Yarik grinned sadistically, he was going to have fun with this boy.
"H-Hai... Yarik-sama..." Marik repeated.
Yarik laughed again, the sound ringing in Marik's head causing him to wince. "Good boy... keep that in mind and your life span will be a lot longer." And with that he turned and left the room.
Marik held a hand to his head, new tears threatening to fall, now was not a time for him to be weak. With all that was happening he could not allow himself to crumble now, after all... it could be so much worse.
~*~
About an hour and a half later Marik walked into the kitchen to see Rishid reading the paper silently at the table.
"Rishid!" the voice of his yami echoed into the room as Yarik entered the room as well. "Make me lunch, now!"
Rishid looked up at him scowling, "I have no reason to obey you."
"This is your master, is he not?" Yarik grinned slightly, wrapping an arm around Marik from behind, to stop him from moving the other hand was running it's fingers softly down the side of his face.
"Release Marik-sama at once!" Rishid yelled, standing quickly from his seat.
"Well... I am his master..." Yarik sneered as he shoved Marik to the ground, driving his heal into the small of the boy's back, pressing his face into the ground. "So therefore, you serve me, as well."
Rishid growled slightly, fists clenched at his sides. This man... how dare this man touch his master like that.
"Well, what are you waiting for!? Make me lunch! Now!" Yarik demanded angrily.
"Hmph." Rishid huffed but did as he was told, for Marik's sake, he had no idea the cruelty that could be in store for his young master should he disobey this sadist's order.
"Tch, about time you learned your place." Yarik scowled, then kicked Marik aside as he went to sit at the table, waiting to be served.
Marik groaned slightly as he got to his feet and paused for a moment for another wave of nausea to pass.
"Are you all right, Marik-sama?" Rishid asked kindly.
"Hai, Rishid, arigatou... I'm fine." Marik smiled weakly at him.
"Do you have a fever? You're cheeks are flushed..." Rishid commented, reaching out to put a hand on his forehead.
"Rishid, I'm not a child, I'm fine." Marik scowled slightly.
Rishid sighed, "none the less take some medicine and rest for a bit..."
Yarik growled impatiently at the table and glared at the two of them.
"Just make his lunch Rishid, I'll go take something..." Marik mumbled then went to the bathroom to grab some medicine.
Rishid sighed as he watched him go, biting his lip slightly before finishing Yarik's lunch and serving it to him.
A few days later Marik was back in school, he had fought down any sickness over the rest of his suspension.
Marik sighed as people continued to snicker at him, rumours fly fast and soon word had spread that he was a cross dresser in his spare time. Everyday he'd find make-up at the foot of his locker and guys walking past would slap his ass, no doubt they had been told to it in some way by Jounouchi. The whole thing was quite disheartening.
Marik sighed softly, a lot of people had come to calling him Mary-chan and it was quite annoying. Thus far, after school he had been lucky and Jounouchi hadn't hit him in the face, so Yarik didn't know.
He sighed again as he reached home, Isis was working overtime lately and Rishid was off on a grocery run. Yarik seemed to be gone which was odd, but not something he was actually going to complain about.
He quickly made a supper and served some to himself and left the rest on the counter so no one would have any reason to try and get him out of his room. He had a lot of homework to do and then he was planning on just relaxing the rest of the evening.
At about seven o'clock he heard someone return home, listening to the voice Marik found it to be Yarik, and he had with him a woman with a high pitched giggly voice. He quickly peeked out of his door, curious. He saw it was a shorter woman, with a thin figure and long blond hair, she had a very short red dress that had a very revealing collar. She had dark red make-up and practically clinging off Yarik.
'A prostitute.' Marik inwardly scoffed, though he felt sorry for the woman... she probably wouldn't live to see tomorrow. With a bit of a sigh he closed the door and went back to the book he had been reading. He was soon disturbed however when he heard the noises Yarik was making in his room with his little play thing.
He tried covering his ears but it didn't help anything, no doubt he had told her he would pay her to scream like that, not that she'd ever get the money. There was a loud thumping as the bed hit the wall in rhythm with the woman's screams.
"Oh for the love of Ra..." Marik grumbled and cranked his music to full blast, trying to block off the sound of the two of them.
After a few hours there was a high pitched scream of fear and agony, it was just as Marik had assumed, Yarik was killing her.
There was a wet thumb as the body hit the floor then an insane laugh. Marik shuddered, thoughts of what the woman's mangled body probably looked like now haunted his imagination.
Marik sighed, waiting a while before getting up, though he found it absolutely disgusting the sound of Yarik and the prostitute had left him with something he needed to deal with. he left his room and headed to the bathroom only to find himself in the clutches of Yarik. He was covered in the woman's blood and he wasn't wearing anything. Marik winced away, shuddering obviously.
"Hmmm.... what's this? Did you enjoy listening to that?" Yarik smirked rubbing his index finger against the obvious bulge in the boy's pants.
"Ah! D-don't do that!" Marik panicked, jumping away quickly.
Yarik growled darkly and back handed Marik sharply. "You will never tell me what to do." he then grabbed Marik by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up to eye level and growled again "Do I make myself clear?!"
"H-hai!" Marik stammered, eyes wide with fright.
"Good." Yarik growled and tossed him to the side. He walked back to his room, and leaned against the doorway and watched as Marik got to his feet and walked to the bathroom. He smirked, licking his lips slightly as he watched the effeminate way Marik's hips seemed to sway just slightly, and the tiny curve of his waist. "Perhaps some day I'll have you take her place..."
~TBC~