Me: well, I wanted to post the revised chapter one and two together so... it took me a bit longer...
Bakura: good, it wouldn't have made much sense if you kept this the same too. The two chappies have almost nothing in common...
Me: did you just say chappies?
Bakura: ...shut up...
Disclaimer: what does it sound like I should say? Erin-chan doesn't even own the song, Break Me Shake Me by Savage Garden...
*
Bakura headed for the Domino Park. He always went there if he needed to think about something. Dropping to the base of his favourite tree, Bakura held his face in his hands. He still didn't understand why Ryou had chose to protect him from Yami. Thinking back to his own past, Bakura sorted through his memories, looking for something other then torture, rape or angst. Not much... He sneered. Why did he care, anyway? Ryou was weak, and he had been taught to punish the weak, not protect them. It was every man for himself, back then.
Really looking at it, he came up with the idea that he had needed to take out his long years of suffering on someone. Unfortunately, that someone happened to be his own t*-hikari. A fluorescent blush quickly spread his across face as he mentally corrected himself. Why did he keep thinking things like that? I wasn't like Bakura cared for Ryou, or anything like that...right? "Dammit, why me? Why HIM?" He began to take very short breaths, on the verge of a breakdown. Stopping himself before he could, Bakura slumped his shoulders and let himself drain of energy. That kid was a...a... "I can't even say it anymore."
I never thought I'd change my opinion again
But you moved me in a way that I've never known
You moved me in a way that I've never known
Marik walked up from behind a shadowed tree next to the distressed yami's. "Bakura..." Marik smirked.
"Go away." His smirk turned into a soft chuckle. "Do I have to repeat myself, Marik?" Bakura let out a growl.
"Why do you bother trying to hide it? It's so obvious. To all but the one in question, I guess. You love your hikari, yet you still beat the crap outta him when you want, were you want." His eyes narrowed to mere slits. "I'm your oldest friend, believe it or not. I can read you like these damned scriptures on my back with or without this." He chastely held the rod up.
"Damn you, Marik. Why don't you go ruin someone else's life?" Bakura managed to raise his head from his arms.
But straight away you just moved into position again
You abused me in a way that I've never known
You abused me in a way that I've never known
"Because you're the only one I know that takes the 'You only hurt the ones you love' quote-thing too seriously. So answer me this one question: why?" His arms were crossed now.
"I-I don't know. Go away. Just...go away." The yami turned around so Marik couldn't see the tears cascading down his face. Why did he have to be so Ra-damned weak?!
Marik stayed where he was, offering no condolence. "Would you like me to stay for a while?" He walked over to kneel next to me and buried his nose in my limp hair. Bakura sighed in defeat.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." He relaxed my tense muscles. "Marik?"
"Hai?"
"Could you keep your presence there a secret for now? Ryou still doesn't know I can come out of the ring without his body or energy to support me in physical form."
"Hey, Malik won't miss me. I've disappeared like this before. Don't worry about it, friend."
"Arigato..." Maybe he'd be able to control himself better with Marik around for moral support.
"Let's go to the club for a bit first. It's only 8:00, y'know. No one will be there yet." Bakura nodded, not really registering what Marik had suggested. He just wanted to get away for a bit.
So break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Just break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
~* Later that night*~
Marik had been absent-mindedly staring at Bakura for the last twenty minutes over his sake. It had become quite unnerving to the albino yami. "What are you trying to figure out, Marik?"
"Nothing you would be interested in. Just your past...did your fa-I mean, master beat you often?"
"...Yes..." Bakura looked at the ground, forcing the tears back. He had not cried in 3004 years, he wasn't about to start now. "I could show you the whole thing, if you wish." Marik nodded in agreement. "Just put the ring on, and point it at me." He looked at him curiously, but did as he was told. "It's the same thing as Isis's tauk. I'm sure you've had experience with that, at least. Relax and let it fill your mind. Like that...yeah." Marik closed his eyes peacefully, as he had done many times before, and let Bakura's memories take control.
~*Flashback*~
"N-no, father! Please..." Young Bakura was doubled over, kneeling in pain. Coughing violently, he sprayed blood over their straw-woven 'carpet', if you could call the threadbare thing that.
So your the kind that deals with the games in the mind
Well you confused me in a way that I've never known
You confused me in a way that I've never known
"Shut up, bitch! How can you beg for mercy if you had killed your own mother and sister?!" Tears welled up in the youngster's eyes.
"I-I didn't, father! It was the palace men! Really!"
"Shut up, whore!! I didn't tell you to talk! You spout nothing but lies! There is and was no palace men in Kuru-Eruna* Village!" he had been drinking the previous morn, and liked nothing more then to torture his slave. Bakura was not his son. A son would not have destroyed his kin, village civilians and countless houses.
Bringing down the whip as hard as he could, the man relished the sound of human pain. He whipped him again and again, not knowing when he should stop.
So break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Just break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
"Nyah! Huhch!" Bakura tried to keep himself off the ground like a weakling. Gritting his teeth to chase away some of the stinging pain, he could feel he blood ooze from between the cracks of his mouth and from his scarred back. He really didn't kill his mother, he didn't! Some fourteen palace men had come to his small village for something... sacrifices, as he remembered it as. They had killed 99 people, and Bakura was the only one to see them. Everyone else was either caught and killed, or one of the sacrifices. It was for the forging of something or other...he couldn't remember. Only the screams for mercy and shrieks of pain stuck in his mind.
She says, "I can help you, but what do you say?"
But it's not for free baby, you'll have to pay
You just keep me contemplating, that your soul is slowly fading
Bringing the whip down for the thousandth time, his father decided that was enough for the night. He was getting tired of swinging his arm around like that. Spitting a few last venomous words at him before heading into the other room for the night, he left his slave there to wallow in self-pity. It was the last night he would ever see.
God don't you know I live with a ton of regret?
'Cause I used to move you in a way that you've never known
But then I accused you in a way that you've never known
But you hurt me in a way that I've never known...
~*End Flashback*~
Marik solemnly sat at the table in complete silence, hands intertwined, holding his head up. "So that's what it was. What made you do those things to everyone around you. It took me three years to gain your trust." Not saying another word, they headed out the door, a shadowed pair walking down the street together, not saying a word to each other.
Break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Just break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Listen, baby
You'll be, you'll be alone
Break me shake me hate me take me make me
Fake me break me shake me hate me take me
Break me
*
Me: gomen for writing such a short chapter, but I also have to re-do the third chappie tonight, and half of the original chappie is gone!
Ryou: since she's pressed for time, Erin-chan will not have a long author's note at the end of this. A few things about this chappie: * = Bakura had almost said tenshi, Japanese for 'angel', unable to show emotion for his hikari, me, he decided to change the wording around a bit. ^^;; Kuru-Eruna Village is where Bakura lived in Egypt. I'm not sure if she spelled it right, though...the sacrifices were for the creation of the Sennen Items.
Me: r/r, mina-san!
Bakura: good, it wouldn't have made much sense if you kept this the same too. The two chappies have almost nothing in common...
Me: did you just say chappies?
Bakura: ...shut up...
Disclaimer: what does it sound like I should say? Erin-chan doesn't even own the song, Break Me Shake Me by Savage Garden...
*
Bakura headed for the Domino Park. He always went there if he needed to think about something. Dropping to the base of his favourite tree, Bakura held his face in his hands. He still didn't understand why Ryou had chose to protect him from Yami. Thinking back to his own past, Bakura sorted through his memories, looking for something other then torture, rape or angst. Not much... He sneered. Why did he care, anyway? Ryou was weak, and he had been taught to punish the weak, not protect them. It was every man for himself, back then.
Really looking at it, he came up with the idea that he had needed to take out his long years of suffering on someone. Unfortunately, that someone happened to be his own t*-hikari. A fluorescent blush quickly spread his across face as he mentally corrected himself. Why did he keep thinking things like that? I wasn't like Bakura cared for Ryou, or anything like that...right? "Dammit, why me? Why HIM?" He began to take very short breaths, on the verge of a breakdown. Stopping himself before he could, Bakura slumped his shoulders and let himself drain of energy. That kid was a...a... "I can't even say it anymore."
I never thought I'd change my opinion again
But you moved me in a way that I've never known
You moved me in a way that I've never known
Marik walked up from behind a shadowed tree next to the distressed yami's. "Bakura..." Marik smirked.
"Go away." His smirk turned into a soft chuckle. "Do I have to repeat myself, Marik?" Bakura let out a growl.
"Why do you bother trying to hide it? It's so obvious. To all but the one in question, I guess. You love your hikari, yet you still beat the crap outta him when you want, were you want." His eyes narrowed to mere slits. "I'm your oldest friend, believe it or not. I can read you like these damned scriptures on my back with or without this." He chastely held the rod up.
"Damn you, Marik. Why don't you go ruin someone else's life?" Bakura managed to raise his head from his arms.
But straight away you just moved into position again
You abused me in a way that I've never known
You abused me in a way that I've never known
"Because you're the only one I know that takes the 'You only hurt the ones you love' quote-thing too seriously. So answer me this one question: why?" His arms were crossed now.
"I-I don't know. Go away. Just...go away." The yami turned around so Marik couldn't see the tears cascading down his face. Why did he have to be so Ra-damned weak?!
Marik stayed where he was, offering no condolence. "Would you like me to stay for a while?" He walked over to kneel next to me and buried his nose in my limp hair. Bakura sighed in defeat.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." He relaxed my tense muscles. "Marik?"
"Hai?"
"Could you keep your presence there a secret for now? Ryou still doesn't know I can come out of the ring without his body or energy to support me in physical form."
"Hey, Malik won't miss me. I've disappeared like this before. Don't worry about it, friend."
"Arigato..." Maybe he'd be able to control himself better with Marik around for moral support.
"Let's go to the club for a bit first. It's only 8:00, y'know. No one will be there yet." Bakura nodded, not really registering what Marik had suggested. He just wanted to get away for a bit.
So break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Just break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
~* Later that night*~
Marik had been absent-mindedly staring at Bakura for the last twenty minutes over his sake. It had become quite unnerving to the albino yami. "What are you trying to figure out, Marik?"
"Nothing you would be interested in. Just your past...did your fa-I mean, master beat you often?"
"...Yes..." Bakura looked at the ground, forcing the tears back. He had not cried in 3004 years, he wasn't about to start now. "I could show you the whole thing, if you wish." Marik nodded in agreement. "Just put the ring on, and point it at me." He looked at him curiously, but did as he was told. "It's the same thing as Isis's tauk. I'm sure you've had experience with that, at least. Relax and let it fill your mind. Like that...yeah." Marik closed his eyes peacefully, as he had done many times before, and let Bakura's memories take control.
~*Flashback*~
"N-no, father! Please..." Young Bakura was doubled over, kneeling in pain. Coughing violently, he sprayed blood over their straw-woven 'carpet', if you could call the threadbare thing that.
So your the kind that deals with the games in the mind
Well you confused me in a way that I've never known
You confused me in a way that I've never known
"Shut up, bitch! How can you beg for mercy if you had killed your own mother and sister?!" Tears welled up in the youngster's eyes.
"I-I didn't, father! It was the palace men! Really!"
"Shut up, whore!! I didn't tell you to talk! You spout nothing but lies! There is and was no palace men in Kuru-Eruna* Village!" he had been drinking the previous morn, and liked nothing more then to torture his slave. Bakura was not his son. A son would not have destroyed his kin, village civilians and countless houses.
Bringing down the whip as hard as he could, the man relished the sound of human pain. He whipped him again and again, not knowing when he should stop.
So break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Just break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
"Nyah! Huhch!" Bakura tried to keep himself off the ground like a weakling. Gritting his teeth to chase away some of the stinging pain, he could feel he blood ooze from between the cracks of his mouth and from his scarred back. He really didn't kill his mother, he didn't! Some fourteen palace men had come to his small village for something... sacrifices, as he remembered it as. They had killed 99 people, and Bakura was the only one to see them. Everyone else was either caught and killed, or one of the sacrifices. It was for the forging of something or other...he couldn't remember. Only the screams for mercy and shrieks of pain stuck in his mind.
She says, "I can help you, but what do you say?"
But it's not for free baby, you'll have to pay
You just keep me contemplating, that your soul is slowly fading
Bringing the whip down for the thousandth time, his father decided that was enough for the night. He was getting tired of swinging his arm around like that. Spitting a few last venomous words at him before heading into the other room for the night, he left his slave there to wallow in self-pity. It was the last night he would ever see.
God don't you know I live with a ton of regret?
'Cause I used to move you in a way that you've never known
But then I accused you in a way that you've never known
But you hurt me in a way that I've never known...
~*End Flashback*~
Marik solemnly sat at the table in complete silence, hands intertwined, holding his head up. "So that's what it was. What made you do those things to everyone around you. It took me three years to gain your trust." Not saying another word, they headed out the door, a shadowed pair walking down the street together, not saying a word to each other.
Break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Just break me shake me hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Listen, baby
You'll be, you'll be alone
Break me shake me hate me take me make me
Fake me break me shake me hate me take me
Break me
*
Me: gomen for writing such a short chapter, but I also have to re-do the third chappie tonight, and half of the original chappie is gone!
Ryou: since she's pressed for time, Erin-chan will not have a long author's note at the end of this. A few things about this chappie: * = Bakura had almost said tenshi, Japanese for 'angel', unable to show emotion for his hikari, me, he decided to change the wording around a bit. ^^;; Kuru-Eruna Village is where Bakura lived in Egypt. I'm not sure if she spelled it right, though...the sacrifices were for the creation of the Sennen Items.
Me: r/r, mina-san!