Disclaimer: Must I? Alright, don't own show, do own my characters.
A/N: YAY! Here I am again, with yet another update. And I also just realized something.....THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE LONG FUCKING STORY! But hey, I don't think you guys are gonna mind. And also a BIG thank-you to everyone who's reviewed so far, and Ryou fans..... please don't kill me for this chapter (Cally, this mainly directed to you) Also, just to clear some things up...... The nice Bakura is known as Bakura in this fic while the psycho evil-one is Ryou...... I know in some other fics, it's the other way around, but ...... ya......
Also, one more thing, this chapter will have some self-mutilation in it, so uh, ya......... nothing overly graphic though.
Anyways, with that said...... enjoy the fic!
Chapter 29
Consequence
I wasn't until dark that Ryou decided to head back to the gang, and when he did, he wished he hadn't.
The minute he opened the door he was grabbed from behind and pressed painfully against the wall.
"So, decided to have a little rendezvous with a Chain Bitch, huh Ryou?" It was the unmistakable sound of Merrick's voice. He didn't answer. "I suggest you answer me Ryou." He said coldly. Again silence. "Alright then." With a glint of malice in his eyes, Merrick began crushing Ryou's arms with his own. He let out a ear shattering scream of pain. (A/N: Doesn't it just make you all want to just walk up and cuddle him?)
Merrick laughed at this. (A/N: Yes, Merrick is fucking psycho.........)
"Ryou....... You should have just killed her while you had the chance............. Instead, you'll be the one paying for her life."
"Neboken-ja meyo Get your head out of your ass Merrick....... You can't kill me."
"Really?" Asked Merrick in a cold cruel voice. "And why can't I?" The white- haired teen said nothing, he was afraid, yes, but he wouldn't show it for the world.
Merrick grinned like a kid on Christmas and pulled out a knife.
"You should know me by now, Ryou......" He said, raising it above his head. "I don't give warnings........." And with that he brought it down.
(A/N: MWHAHWHWAWHAHWHA..............)
Serenity (A/N: Almost thought I had forgotten about her huh?) laid in bed, her wounds bandaged up and healing, but not as quickly as she would have liked. She was still scared. Merrick would have killed her with a second thought, she knew that.
"Serenity....... How are you feeling?" She turned her head to meet the chocolate eyes of Bakura filled with his characteristic meekness and concern. She mustered a small smile.
"Nothing I won't live through." She replied.
"Where's Joey?" He asked, a small smile graced her lips at her brothers name.
"He's sleeping, something he hasn't done since I came home from the mission." Bakura smiled and opened his mouth to speak.
"Serenity, I uh......I uh......" He blushed, looking away. (A/N: Awwww! Can anyone say GLOMP!
"What is it Bakura?" The auburn haired girl asked, trying to figure out if something was wrong or not. He walked a little closer to her.
"I uh........ gotta go." He finished lamely before hurrying out of the room, leaving a VERY confused Serenity behind.
Amaya was still staring mindlessly into space when Yami returned. She looked up, a tiny smile gracing her face.
"How are you?" Yami asked.
"Fine." She replied quietly. "Fine."
"You don't look it."
"Well I am. Just thinking about some things." Yami nodded in understanding.
"It seems things in this gang are getting more serious." He said, rubbing his temples. Yes, he definitely had a headache coming. "Merrick is taking more action, so we'll have to as well, before more people get hurt."
"Ya." said Amaya. "So what's our plan?"
"No idea." He said quietly. "It seems were both running out of answers." She smiled and moved closer to him.
"I think maybe I can give you a few answers." She said quietly, kissing him softly on the lips before pulling away. "I can make us both forget........." She kissed him again, licking his lips to make them part and then caressing his tongue with her own. She pushed him back onto the couch, laying on top of him before he pulled away.
"Amaya, no." He said firmly, struggling to sit up.
"Why not?" She asked looking down at him. "It's not like men say no to sex."
"So that's what I am? A stereo-type on the male species?" He asked, his lavender eyes piercing into her. She backed away, allowing him to sit-up.
"Sorry." She whispered, painfully remembering her ex-boyfriend. "I just.......don't thrust a lot of men...."
"Something happened to you......... didn't it?" He asked, looking at her with concern.
"Ya, but I don't want to talk about it." She said as she leaned into his chest. "I'm a just a little worried that things will turn out like that again."
"Whatever happened....... I know it hurt, and I won't let it turn out that way." He said. "I can understand why your nervous, I have a reputation of one night stands, but really that was only because they didn't want me to care for them........... they just wanted to have a bit of fun. I have someone to care about now........." Amaya smiled and wrapped her arms around him.
"Ya, I guess you do." She said.
Silence. Amaya wondered why she liked this silence....... It was calming to her, and she felt a warm sensation in her chest.
"Why did you say no anyway."
"Because, I know you need to forget what happened, but sex isn't what you need to do it." He replied evenly. "It make take your mind of things for awhile....... But it's over, your right back to where you started. And besides, I don't want our first time to be like that." Amaya smiled at this.
"You know, Yami." She said quietly. "It's a thought that scares the shit out of me........... but I think I just might be falling in love with you." At this Yami smiled and held her closer.
Demi still sat on the floor. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, she didn't care. She heard the clock ticking, but it long become something she ignored.
Why did she have to meet him? Why did she have to fuck him? Why did she still want to fuck him!?
These thoughts were driving her crazy. She didn't understand it, and she hated being left in the dark on anything........... especially things to do with herself.
Flashes of that night filled her head....... the feeling of him on top of her, inside of her, it drove her crazy knowing she wanted to do that again.
She wanted him, plain and simple. It was crazy, it was fucked up, but that's how it was.
And she couldn't escape him, or his seduction.
"GODDAMMIT!" She screamed, pounding her fist on the wall. "GODDAMITT! GODDAMITT!"
"If your done pounding your fist on the wall." Came Seto's cold voice from the door. "You can shut up, your screaming is annoying." She spun around to face the object of her frustration.
"Just leave me alone." She muttered, not daring to look into those dark navy eyes........ cruel eyes that held so much pain beneath the surface......... pain she wished she could reach.........
"Why?" He said with a smirk. "You seem to like it when I don't leave you alone."
"So that's all you want huh!" She screamed. "All you want is a fuck! Well fine! FINE! FINE! FINE!" She screamed, everything she had fought since she and Seto had slept together rising to the surface as she ripped off her shirt, exposing her breasts. Seto made no move towards her.
"Put that back on." He said his voice low and dangerous.
"WHY!" Demi yelled. "THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED ISN'T IT! SO HERE! LET'S JUST GET THIS SHIT OVER WITH SO YOU'LL LEAVE ME ALONE UNTIL THE NEXT TIME YOU WANT TO GET LAID!"
"I said put your fucking clothes back on." He growled. "If you want to fuck me, just ask instead of making some excuse that your the victim." Demi stood in confusion, questions racing in her mind.
"So this isn't what you want?" She asked, dumbstruck. Everything she had seen of him, he wanted sex, or he wanted to fight.
"Are asking to be my whore?" He asked coldly. "Cause your sure acting that way."
"I'll never be your whore." She spat, but froze as he walked towards her.
"Then some damn clothes on and get out of my sight." He growled. Without a sound Demi did as she was told for once.
Seto said nothing, but he sat on his bed motionless. After a few moments he rolled up his sleeves. Reaching under his bed he pulled out a straight razor.
With out flinching he slid it across his skin, his face never changing from the impassive mask he had hid behind for so long. He watched the blood run down his arm, occasionally wiping it away.
"Mokuba......."
Cut by cut, he was going to punish himself for his brothers death...... even if it claimed his life.
A/N:
Well, there we have it! And I'm sorry about the whole Ryou cliffie thing, but I'll let you in on a little secret HE'S NOT DEAD! Ok? And also, I'm planning on having a lot of angst to do with Seto, just because I think it would be realistic, and I love writing angst. Also, I'm having a bit of writers block on Yami and Amaya, I want to get the lemon done so I can move on with the other plot I have for them, but I don't where to put it, I do however have an idea, I just have to make it fit! Anyways, please R&R!
A/N: YAY! Here I am again, with yet another update. And I also just realized something.....THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE LONG FUCKING STORY! But hey, I don't think you guys are gonna mind. And also a BIG thank-you to everyone who's reviewed so far, and Ryou fans..... please don't kill me for this chapter (Cally, this mainly directed to you) Also, just to clear some things up...... The nice Bakura is known as Bakura in this fic while the psycho evil-one is Ryou...... I know in some other fics, it's the other way around, but ...... ya......
Also, one more thing, this chapter will have some self-mutilation in it, so uh, ya......... nothing overly graphic though.
Anyways, with that said...... enjoy the fic!
Chapter 29
Consequence
I wasn't until dark that Ryou decided to head back to the gang, and when he did, he wished he hadn't.
The minute he opened the door he was grabbed from behind and pressed painfully against the wall.
"So, decided to have a little rendezvous with a Chain Bitch, huh Ryou?" It was the unmistakable sound of Merrick's voice. He didn't answer. "I suggest you answer me Ryou." He said coldly. Again silence. "Alright then." With a glint of malice in his eyes, Merrick began crushing Ryou's arms with his own. He let out a ear shattering scream of pain. (A/N: Doesn't it just make you all want to just walk up and cuddle him?)
Merrick laughed at this. (A/N: Yes, Merrick is fucking psycho.........)
"Ryou....... You should have just killed her while you had the chance............. Instead, you'll be the one paying for her life."
"Neboken-ja meyo Get your head out of your ass Merrick....... You can't kill me."
"Really?" Asked Merrick in a cold cruel voice. "And why can't I?" The white- haired teen said nothing, he was afraid, yes, but he wouldn't show it for the world.
Merrick grinned like a kid on Christmas and pulled out a knife.
"You should know me by now, Ryou......" He said, raising it above his head. "I don't give warnings........." And with that he brought it down.
(A/N: MWHAHWHWAWHAHWHA..............)
Serenity (A/N: Almost thought I had forgotten about her huh?) laid in bed, her wounds bandaged up and healing, but not as quickly as she would have liked. She was still scared. Merrick would have killed her with a second thought, she knew that.
"Serenity....... How are you feeling?" She turned her head to meet the chocolate eyes of Bakura filled with his characteristic meekness and concern. She mustered a small smile.
"Nothing I won't live through." She replied.
"Where's Joey?" He asked, a small smile graced her lips at her brothers name.
"He's sleeping, something he hasn't done since I came home from the mission." Bakura smiled and opened his mouth to speak.
"Serenity, I uh......I uh......" He blushed, looking away. (A/N: Awwww! Can anyone say GLOMP!
"What is it Bakura?" The auburn haired girl asked, trying to figure out if something was wrong or not. He walked a little closer to her.
"I uh........ gotta go." He finished lamely before hurrying out of the room, leaving a VERY confused Serenity behind.
Amaya was still staring mindlessly into space when Yami returned. She looked up, a tiny smile gracing her face.
"How are you?" Yami asked.
"Fine." She replied quietly. "Fine."
"You don't look it."
"Well I am. Just thinking about some things." Yami nodded in understanding.
"It seems things in this gang are getting more serious." He said, rubbing his temples. Yes, he definitely had a headache coming. "Merrick is taking more action, so we'll have to as well, before more people get hurt."
"Ya." said Amaya. "So what's our plan?"
"No idea." He said quietly. "It seems were both running out of answers." She smiled and moved closer to him.
"I think maybe I can give you a few answers." She said quietly, kissing him softly on the lips before pulling away. "I can make us both forget........." She kissed him again, licking his lips to make them part and then caressing his tongue with her own. She pushed him back onto the couch, laying on top of him before he pulled away.
"Amaya, no." He said firmly, struggling to sit up.
"Why not?" She asked looking down at him. "It's not like men say no to sex."
"So that's what I am? A stereo-type on the male species?" He asked, his lavender eyes piercing into her. She backed away, allowing him to sit-up.
"Sorry." She whispered, painfully remembering her ex-boyfriend. "I just.......don't thrust a lot of men...."
"Something happened to you......... didn't it?" He asked, looking at her with concern.
"Ya, but I don't want to talk about it." She said as she leaned into his chest. "I'm a just a little worried that things will turn out like that again."
"Whatever happened....... I know it hurt, and I won't let it turn out that way." He said. "I can understand why your nervous, I have a reputation of one night stands, but really that was only because they didn't want me to care for them........... they just wanted to have a bit of fun. I have someone to care about now........." Amaya smiled and wrapped her arms around him.
"Ya, I guess you do." She said.
Silence. Amaya wondered why she liked this silence....... It was calming to her, and she felt a warm sensation in her chest.
"Why did you say no anyway."
"Because, I know you need to forget what happened, but sex isn't what you need to do it." He replied evenly. "It make take your mind of things for awhile....... But it's over, your right back to where you started. And besides, I don't want our first time to be like that." Amaya smiled at this.
"You know, Yami." She said quietly. "It's a thought that scares the shit out of me........... but I think I just might be falling in love with you." At this Yami smiled and held her closer.
Demi still sat on the floor. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, she didn't care. She heard the clock ticking, but it long become something she ignored.
Why did she have to meet him? Why did she have to fuck him? Why did she still want to fuck him!?
These thoughts were driving her crazy. She didn't understand it, and she hated being left in the dark on anything........... especially things to do with herself.
Flashes of that night filled her head....... the feeling of him on top of her, inside of her, it drove her crazy knowing she wanted to do that again.
She wanted him, plain and simple. It was crazy, it was fucked up, but that's how it was.
And she couldn't escape him, or his seduction.
"GODDAMMIT!" She screamed, pounding her fist on the wall. "GODDAMITT! GODDAMITT!"
"If your done pounding your fist on the wall." Came Seto's cold voice from the door. "You can shut up, your screaming is annoying." She spun around to face the object of her frustration.
"Just leave me alone." She muttered, not daring to look into those dark navy eyes........ cruel eyes that held so much pain beneath the surface......... pain she wished she could reach.........
"Why?" He said with a smirk. "You seem to like it when I don't leave you alone."
"So that's all you want huh!" She screamed. "All you want is a fuck! Well fine! FINE! FINE! FINE!" She screamed, everything she had fought since she and Seto had slept together rising to the surface as she ripped off her shirt, exposing her breasts. Seto made no move towards her.
"Put that back on." He said his voice low and dangerous.
"WHY!" Demi yelled. "THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED ISN'T IT! SO HERE! LET'S JUST GET THIS SHIT OVER WITH SO YOU'LL LEAVE ME ALONE UNTIL THE NEXT TIME YOU WANT TO GET LAID!"
"I said put your fucking clothes back on." He growled. "If you want to fuck me, just ask instead of making some excuse that your the victim." Demi stood in confusion, questions racing in her mind.
"So this isn't what you want?" She asked, dumbstruck. Everything she had seen of him, he wanted sex, or he wanted to fight.
"Are asking to be my whore?" He asked coldly. "Cause your sure acting that way."
"I'll never be your whore." She spat, but froze as he walked towards her.
"Then some damn clothes on and get out of my sight." He growled. Without a sound Demi did as she was told for once.
Seto said nothing, but he sat on his bed motionless. After a few moments he rolled up his sleeves. Reaching under his bed he pulled out a straight razor.
With out flinching he slid it across his skin, his face never changing from the impassive mask he had hid behind for so long. He watched the blood run down his arm, occasionally wiping it away.
"Mokuba......."
Cut by cut, he was going to punish himself for his brothers death...... even if it claimed his life.
A/N:
Well, there we have it! And I'm sorry about the whole Ryou cliffie thing, but I'll let you in on a little secret HE'S NOT DEAD! Ok? And also, I'm planning on having a lot of angst to do with Seto, just because I think it would be realistic, and I love writing angst. Also, I'm having a bit of writers block on Yami and Amaya, I want to get the lemon done so I can move on with the other plot I have for them, but I don't where to put it, I do however have an idea, I just have to make it fit! Anyways, please R&R!