Alright so it isn't five reviews. One of Millie's friends said she was going to send me a review. So that's good. Okay so here it is...the...rape...Ugh...It's not a first you know. I don't even know if that Note Passers story is still there.

Warnings in this chapter: Rape, yaoi.

Happy reading! Review please. 3 to 5 reviews please.

Chapter 2 No Explanation

Ryou's POV

Where I stood, wasn't very safe because the Egyptian yanked me away from my hiding spot. I tried not to say anything but I believe I yelped when he pushed me against that icy wall again. I looked at the sandy-haired Egyptian, and gasped. "I-It's y-you!!" I cried out pressing myself against the wall. Of course I was afraid, why would I not be? It's been years since I've seen that devil, and I thought it'd stayed like that. But I guess I'm wrong… "Y-You better g-get away from me!!"

The taller man smirked and captured my chin in his hand. "Aww, you don't like me?"

Me being weak and all, whimpered softly, looking at the opposite direction, squeezing my eyes shut. "N-No…n-not at a-all." I answered, not with much ease. Or at least that's what I think I said.

The stronger man swiftly undid my pants but was stopped when I slipped away from his grasp and made an attempt to escape. The blonde growled and grabbed my poor arm that was aching from all the writing I did in the after noon. He threw me into the wall. Then pulled out a dagger and stabbed my hand into the wall with it and left it there.

"Now Ryou, my dear," He brushed his thumb against my tender skin. "You're going to help me relieve some tension, just like you use to do two years ago."

Tears ran down my pale cheeks. Good lord, oh please no. I can't go back to such horrible things. A year or two was more than enough. The two year hiatus was heavenly, and now it's back to intimidate me. Splendid, I was tired of being unused…Yeah…riiiight. "Not again..." I cried. "I-I don't want to go back…Please…Yami Marik…don't make me go back."

Yami Marik smirked, enjoying the sight of me begging and weeping. He stroked my hair and kissed my head. "You have no choice." He whispered.

Of course I didn't have a choice, but it was worth a shot…sort of.

Normal POV

Malik cried out in pain when he felt the tomb robber cut his sensitive stomach. Red liquid dripped from the new cuts Bakura had given me against my will. He swept his hot wet tongue over the cut, tasting the blood he yearned for so long. The tanned color boy cried tears of pain, the same tears from two years ago. He felt the same pain, he felt the same lust.

High heels clicked down the street, it sounded so familiar. Could it be? Malik thought. Mai? Anzu? He raised his head to the direction of the noise.

Bakura lifted his head up and turned it to the end of the street. Oh crap, that stupid bitch…He thought and stood up against Malik. "Just because she's coming here, doesn't mean you're safe. I'll get you later." He licked the Egyptian's soft lips.

Malik gasped and turned his head away from him. "Unlikely." He muttered.

Bakura smirked at him and walked away into the shadows of the closest alley.

"Malik?!" Came a confused and shocked voice. "Is that you?"

"Yes, Anzu, it's me." Malik sighed.

"Why are you out so late?" Anzu raised an eyebrow at him.

"Because I was looking for someone, and I promised I'd go to him." Malik looked down at the sidewalk. "But I was late…and I forgot…"

The brunette female frowned. "I suggest you go home, quickly."

Malik looked up at Anzu and grunted. "What about you? Why are you out here so late?"

Anzu straighten her back and looked at him sternly. "It's because I had to overwork tonight."

"What're you? A prostitute for all genders?" Malik smirked.

"Uh no." Anzu fixed her hair. "I work somewhere else that isn't Burger World. Besides, I don't do that. I'm better then that."

"Yeah…sure." The sandy-blonde haired Egyptian commented.

"Hey!"

The male walked away to find his poor friend Ryou, not even saying bye to Anzu because he didn't like her so there was no point.

Anzu frowned and ran down the sidewalk, pass Malik and turned the corner in one swift movement she was gone, right before his lavender eyes.

Malik blinked. "She's quick." He shook off the thought and quickly walked down the sidewalk, searching for Ryou.

Ryou's POV

I cried out in pain, my shirt already ripped apart and pants were tossed on the floor. Yami Marik pounded his large length inside of my tight entrance even though stretched. The careless Egyptian pounded into my weak body violently, slamming me against the solid cold wall. What did I do to deserve such pain? My delicate head was thrown back enough, risking my brain cells and all. The evil yami was no finished with me, dropped my bloody body to the floor, still one hand stuck in the wall. My eyes released tears of agony and sorrow. I sat on the cold floor crying silently…God only knows how long I was there.

Yami Marik lifted my head up, forcing me to look at him. "You're mine, and you know that." He said coldly.

I forced my eyes open, I had to. I didn't want to be beaten like I was two years ago. I'm not the strong type mind you. I'm the weak follower and always was…always will be. I choked on my own words, but grew silent because I didn't want to be hurt again, lowering my head. What I wanted to tell him is to burn in hell but that didn't happen. I couldn't hear the last words from the cruel man but I assume it was something about finding me later.

When I finally looked up, Yami Marik was gone. I smiled weakly, enjoying the faint happy moments. It was then I noticed the dagger was out of my hand, and I didn't know if there was any severe damage to my hand. But that wasn't my top concern. I took my white, but now bloody clothing, and slipped those nasty rags on.

After a while of sobbing and attempts to pick my pathetic self up Malik, I believe, turned the corner and heard me crying. How else would he find me? The sandy-blonde teenager stopped in his tracks and looked down at me. I was on the floor, blood spots that were still fresh. On my white pants there was my crimson blood, all over my legs, knees, and thighs. On my butt I had some there too, but that was only because I sat in my own damn blood. My clean white shirt was ripped up, blood all over that too. Blood trickled down my back, down my face, down my arms. It seemed as if I had been crying blood, instead of tears.

I suppose the sight of his best friend brought tears to his eyes. He blinked as the tears of regret and anger ran down his bronze skinned cheeks. He pulled me up from the puddle of blood and hugged me gently.

"I-I'm sorry Ryou." He cried. "I-I should've been there earlier!"

I smiled weakly, even though it hurt since Malik's yami was so rough with me. "I-It's okay." I wrapped my arms around his neck for support. "I-It's not your f-fault." Really it wasn't. I should've stayed in that spot in the park or gone down the street where the lights actually worked. I suppose it's only one percent of his fault, the rest is all to me.

"Yes it is!" Malik sobbed. "I-I'm sorry. Come, I'll get you home and all cleaned up." He scooped me in his arms and walked down the alleyway, aware that it led to his apartment.

While he walked there, he held me close to him, protectively like a mother with their child they love dearly. I didn't mind though, I loved the warm feeling he provided. I got the feeling that I knew I was safe now that Malik was here with me. I thanked him silently, but I don't think he caught it, and closed my eyes, resting my aching head against the teen's chest.

Malik's POV

I opened the door to the apartment and looked at how broken down it was.

This is Ryou's place…it hasn't changed. My eyes closed and heaved a sigh. I wish he would consider living with me, but he refuses. The elevator came down and opened. I don't even this is safe! I gave a concerned look, not trusting the elevator one bit so I decided to take the stairs. After a series of staircases I reached the smaller teen's room. I took the key out of Ryou's pocket and unlocked it. I looked in then walked inside and placed him inside the bathroom. I turned the water knobs on in the shower and made a nice warm bath for him.

I turned around to my white-haired companion and said, "The bath's ready."

Ryou looked up at me and smiled weakly. "Thank you for being my friend." He tilted his head.

Normal POV

Malik smiled as he pulled off the boy's clothing. He didn't notice how delicate and beautiful his body really was, since it was covered in blood. He helped the white-haired teenager into the bathtub. He took a bar of soap and washed the boy, watching the blood wash off his flawless body. Malik paused, studying his pale body.

He's beautiful… He thought. Why would someone hurt him?

Ryou closed his eyes as his close friend washed him, but Ryou did the lower regions of his body.

After the pleasant bath, Ryou was helped to his room and got dressed in new fresh clean clothing. Malik helped the boy into bed and sighed. "Who did this to you?" He finally asked.

Ryou felt a strike at his heart when he heard Malik ask him that. He blinked slowly and looked away nervously. "I-It was a dog." He lied, and lying was not one of his best qualities.

Liar. Malik thought. "How does a dog do that to you?"

"N-No it was a crazy man!" Ryou's fingers trembled.

Malik looked down at him and sat on the bed with him, lacing fingers with his. "Who?"

"Y-Your yami…" Ryou said quietly.

"Hm?"

"Your yami!" Ryou cried out.

Malik's eyes lavender widened in fear. "Y-Yami Marik did this to you?"

Ryou's white hair hung over his face, covering it from the world. "Y-Yes…"

The truth…it hurts like nails… The sandy-blonde haired Egyptian made a fist and growled. "That…body snatcher…!" He looked back at Ryou. "I thought he was gone for good."

"T-That's what I thought!" Ryou frowned when he looked at his friend. "But he's back…"

"So is your yami." Malik clenched his fists tighter. "He's back too."

"B-But how?!"

"I'm not exactly sure or even having the slightest clue how." Malik looked away. "For all I know, they can never die now."

Ryou cried in Malik's chest. "I-I don't want to go back to him! Please don't make me go back!" He sobbed.

Malik grew surprise from the boy's action, but then questioned himself. Why would I? and he found himself asking that. Ryou looked up at him and explained all the horrible things he's done to him before he came to the rescue. Then Malik growled and looked down at him, patting his back for comfort. Then he told Ryou all about Bakura, but no harm was done since Anzu came.

"I wish I was as lucky." The boy sobbed.

"Ryou…" Malik lifted his chin, but it was more gentle then his yami's grip. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. You have me remember?" And he was wrong, he will not be fine and he will not be completely safe with Malik.

Ryou nodded, not even thinking about the negative thoughts. He just smiled gently and was put to sleep.

Malik arose from the bed and sighed. He stroked the boy's soft white hair and assured him that he will not experience any more harm. He walked out the door and sighed. "Ishizu must be worried sick. I better tell her I'm getting there." He pulled out his cellular phone and called his sister.

"Hello this is Ishizu Ishtar speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hey, sis, it's me Malik." Malik turned around. "I'm getting home." He was going to walk out the door but then stopped.

"To me it sounds like you're not even close."

"But I am sister, don't worry."

"Well I am! I have no clue where you are right now!!"

"I'm at Ryou's place."

"Oh alright but get back here, I beg of you."

"Yes sister, I will. But I have to do something."

"What is it Malik?"

"It's very important, and I can't stress it."

"Oh alright, I'll see you in a few."

"Alright, good-bye."

"Bye."

Click.