Not as much lime here, but lime in the next chapter. This chapter is not meant for lust, this one is more made for the suspense that will follow later.
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Chapter Two: Fear
Ryou blearily awoke, his eyes heavy and his body stiff. The sky outside was dark and cloudy, and in the chamber in which he slept, there seemed to be a mournful air about it. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.
What happened? he asked himself groggily. Sitting upwards, he raised a hand to his forehead, controlllng the dull throbbing that had began as he sat up. Sinking realization comprehended him as he remembered the incidents of the night before.
Oh no...
He remembered. Yami Marik had brought him back from the Shadow Realm, and now he had to stay in this room. Why though? Why couldn't he leave?
Ryou shuddered as he remembered how Yami Marik had clambered on top of him the night before. He couldn't trust what Yami Marik promised. Maybe it was best if Ryou snuck out... and maybe talked to Yami Yugi...telling him that he was okay...
But before such a thought could pass into an action, the door of his chamber slid open, and the dark shadow with spikey hair entered, his tall, firm figure towering over Ryou as he stopped near his bed. Ryou instantly edged away, biting his lip, casting his eyes downward.
"What is the matter with you?" asked Yami Marik irritatedly. Ryou froze as he felt a strong, tanned hand grip his chin, guiding his face towards Yami Marik's. He swallowed as he was forced to look deep into those dark lavender eyes, now cold and unforgiving, that they seemed to be smooth pieces of amethysts than lavender.
"Um...nothing..." Ryou said.
A small, conniving smirk spread across Marik's lips as he dropped his hand from Ryou's face."Had a good night's sleep, Ryou?" asked Marik, in a mocking voice.
Ryou shrank into his bed, pullling up the covers as though he hoped that the sheets could be used as some sort of Darkness protection.
"Um...yes, thank you," he said. He swallowed again, unsure of exactly how dangerous this Darkness was. Considering what Malik was like himself, Ryou couldn't imagine how exactly this person could be more evil.
Marik stepped closer.
"Aw, how sweet. You look afraid," he said, laughing. "You should be."
"I should?" said Ryou. "Why?" That seemed like such a dumb question. Instincts, Ryou, instincts! he thought to himself.
Marik merely smiled.
"Oh, don't worry yourself, Ryou. I won't hurt you."
Tch. Of course, Ryou didn't believe him. That was what Bakura said when he first met him.
"Um...can I... go out, now?" But even before he managed to get the entire sentence out, he knew what the answer was.
Marik frowned. "Are you trying to disobey my orders, Ryou?"
Ryou hastily shook his head, his fingers gripping tight on the bedsheets.
"But...why, though?" he asked softly. "Why must I stay here?"
Marik was looking rather dangerous at the question. Ryou winced, closing his eyes, waiting for a possible blow. However, none came, but when Yami Marik spoke, his voice was hard and cold.
"Do you need to question my orders, Ryou?"
"Why don't you want anyone to know that I'm alive?" prodded Ryou, though he knew that if asked further, it'd be an instant death wish.
Marik gave him a piercing stare and immediately Ryou shut his mouth. Marik smiled.
"That's better, Ryou. I have my purposes for you. I didn't resurrect you from the Shadows for nothing."
Ryou swallowed again. He frowned worriedly as he began to notice that Yami Marik's lips were twitching.
"What?"
"Hmn?" Marik regarded him a mildly confused look, raising a finger to his chin, as though pondering something. Ryou tried his best to ignore the fact that Marik's amethyst eyes were slowly analyzing and travelling over his figure as he opened his mouth.
"What's so funny?" asked Ryou.
Marik's smile broadened. "Nothing."
"Nothing?" repeated Ryou, eyes wide with comprehension and fear. "No offence...but...that's sort of ...hard to believe."
"Aren't you as intelligent as you are inquisitive?" laughed Marik again, this time his laughter floating airly in the air, striking each note of pure malice with a clear pitch. "Well...if you must know, my little thief..."
Ryou frowned, biting his lip again. That was the first time anyone had fully regarded him as to be Bakura's host. Even Yami Yugi hardly mentioned Ryou's darker half out loud.
At this point, a flash of gold caught Ryou's eyes, and immediately his face began to form into a rather interesting study of horrified and mortified expression. Marik chuckled, and Ryou was suddenly aware of the sadistic pleasure tinging each breath that escaped.
"What happened...to Mai?" whispered Ryou slowly, wondering if he really wanted to know. Amusement. Ryou was sure of it now. The Darkness next to him was just like Bakura, taking in amusement and pleasure of destruction and pain. The emotion that escaped Marik's lips were not those of cold, sardonic humor, but of pure amusement.
"Do you never stop talking?" chuckled Marik. His fingers were twirling the Millennium Rod pointedly, casually, smoothly. Ryou was mesmerized by horror at the swirling Egyptian Eye upon it, staring at it, unblinking, in dull terror.
"You...killed her..." Eyes widening, Ryou tried to back away, but his mind was not corresponding with his body. Instead, he merely shifted the bedsheets as he tried to slide away, his eyes still wide with fear. His heart raced a few more beats when Marik gave him a sadistic smile, his half-lidded gaze now sharpening with intriguing delight, though when he spoke, his face was mocking disappointment.
"No...no. I didn't kill her. Though I had suggested such an option, she stubbornly took the...more despairing fate."
Marik soon lost that mock disappointment and the pure malevolent merriment instantly appeared across his lips in a wide grin, as he seemed to be remembering the events of Mai's fate.
"She was supposed to die..." he smiled wistfully. "But, no, your friend Jonouchi...insisted on trying to save her. Had it not been for your idiot friend the Pharaoh, both of them would've been killed by Ra's attack."
"Yugi!" gasped Ryou. "You...Yugi's...?!"
"No, sadly, the Pharoahis perfectly safe," smiled Marik, happily aware of Ryou's terrified expression. "I could've finished him off right then, but no, I have better things in store for him."
"So...Mai's..."
"...in the Shadow Realm," finished Marik, arching his head back in laughter.
Ryou somehow managed to get on his feet; he was fuzzily backing away, step by step. Marik merely regarded him an interested look, as though he was a mere experiment that awaited study. Breathing was hard for Ryou. Heart thumping, he took another step back.
"You killed...Mai..." he whispered, head throbbing. Even Bakura, Bakura, who was known for his necrophilic and sadistic glory, had never murdered anyone. Oh, how he longed to run away, to run into someone's arms, anyone's, even Bakura's, just as long as he was as far away as possible from this murderer.
"Now, now," said Marik; the Eye upon his forhead suddenly flashed bright, blinding the hikari, and Ryou, who had managed to reach towards the glass vase on the bed next to him as a possible weapon of protection, cried out and dropped the vase, which shattered upon the ground. Immediately, golden ripples ran themselves over his figure, freezing him, immobilizing him.
Ryou whimpered as Marik approached him, Rod in hand. Ryou was dumbly aware that the Darkness was slowly unsheathing the weapon hidden inside...a dumb horror struck him when he realized that he was staring at a sharp, pointly blade. He gave out a far more higher whimper of fear when Marik gently placed it near his cheek, so that he was staring at his own reflection. Ryou was actually somewhat glad that the spell was keeping him upright; he didn't think he had enough strength to keep himself up at that point.
Smiling satisfyingly, Marik suddenly slipped the dagger back into the Rod, pocketing it behind him. He gently slipped his finger underneath Ryou's chin, staring deep into his wide orbs, that were now pulsing tears of fear.
"Oh, don't look at me like that, thief host," smirked Marik. "I'm not going to hurt you. Mai was simply an obstacle that needed to be removed. Such a fate won't be in store for you." Laughing again, Marik released the spell, and Ryou could not control what he did next. His legs had seemingly turned to jelly, and could no longer support him. He fell back, somewhat aware that darkness was clouding his eyes temporarily.
Shaking his head to himself, Marik smiled at the unconcious Ryou. He easily picked up the unconcious form, and gently laid Ryou on the bed. Ryou stirred, complaining incoherently at the touch, and when Marik finally settled him down on the sheets, the hikari opened his eyes and squeaked when he saw Marik regarding him.
"Aw, how sweet," laughed Marik at Ryou's now shaking form, stroaking the ivory hair that fanned out on the bed. Shaking his head again, Marik gently lifted him up against the headboard, kneeling down to inspect Ryou's wide, pleading orbs. "You've been a good host haven't you? Stayed here, with no intention to leave? Wonderful." Ryou's breathing seemed slightly laboured.
"Whose duel is it now?" he asked, barely a whisper, hoping with all his might that a duel would be present soon, so he could get away from the Egyptian Darkness.
Marik smirked even wider. "I do believe it's Kaba's. But with whom, I'm not quite sure."
Ryou stared at Marik with pleading eyes.
"Why do you do this?" he whispered sadly. "Why do you kill and banish people?"
Marik looked out the window, a contemplating smirk on his face.
"Well, perhaps one day I'll tell you, Ryou," laughed Marik. He continued staring out the window. "Yes...Kaiba has his duel now...another holder of the Egyptian God card. Though I know of the powers of Obelisk, I must also know his tatics." He turned to Ryou, and placed a fast, chaste kiss upon his lips. When he broke away, a pink flush had appeared across the bridge of Ryou's nose. Marik laughed again, kissing Ryou's lips again, and began to head towards the door.
"Sorry to part so quickly, my dear Ryou," apologized Marik, mocking a bow. "But...there are some things that are more important than your presence. Many things."
Ryou's heart sank miserably. He didn't need another Yami to tell him that he was worthless.
"Why?" he asked again, more to himself than to Marik. "Why do I have to stay here, like a prisoner?"
What could've been emotionally powerful to somone else's guilt, was merely another heedless complaint to Marik. He shrugged, that insane smirk still upon his lips.
"You owe me," he said simply. "Is it really so much to ask, Ryou Bakura, for bringing you back from the Shadows, just to make yourself unknown? You don't need to know my intentions for you. An angel such as yourself should not have to muddle your mind to fathom how a demon thinks." His smirk broadened. "I shall return soon, Ryou. Soon. And if you're good, perhaps you can ask one question in which I may answer truthfully."
Ryou exhaled, fear still in his heart.
"You want the Egyptian God Cards, don't you?" asked Ryou. "That's why you have to go watch Kaiba's duel..."
Marik nodded. "Well, then, you would understand why my presence is so needed. Good night, Ryou, but I shall return."
He left, his cloak swishing behind him, and the door shut tight.
Ryou immediately thought of going to Yami Yugi, but realizing that another duel was occurring, he knew he couldn't get to Yami Yugi without Marik seeing him. But at least...maybe he could actually watch the duel, see what's going on, what he'd missed...
Looking around, he spied a laptop on a nearby desk. Of course, he had also noticed the broken glass next to it, and upon impulse, decided to clean it up. He needed to get his mind off Marik anyways.
After he finished cleaning up, he settled himself in front of the laptop. The KC logo appeared flourishly for a few seconds before a cool, female voice said, "Kaiba Corporation Blimp Computer Network. Good day, Guest." Ryou knitted his eyebrows together, biting his lip. Well...KC Computer Network. That meant...that all the computers were linked. And considering Kaiba's affinity for technology, Ryou had a sneaking suspicion that perhaps the security system was also linked...that is, it was a small chance, but a chance none of the less. Maybe then...he could get a camera working...and maybe he could watch the duel from inside his room..
Without further ado, he began typing.
Sorry not much lime in here, but I had to get some of the plot out of the way. THERE WILL BE MORE TO THIS! I can't have lime and lemon happening in every chapter, but I swear, there is more to it, and the middle and the ending will be...emotional! And there's also going to be a good sequel to this! I have this all planned out! Just please be patient!!
Thank you for the reviews so far! (hugs) (dances excitedly) I know this is going to work! I know this is goig to work! And I'm glad I didn't make Marik all OCC, but he sounded so much like Bakura that it got me mad! And yes, I was trying to hint the relationship Ryou had with Bakura...currently stating, he and Bakura are not the greatest of friends, but he would most certainly rather be with Bakura than with Marik now. But...will that change as the story progresses? XD
Yeah, I think Ryou's a pretty smart guy. He's obviously determined, and he's a good duelist, or so many people say, so I'm naturally guessing that if he works hard enough, he can almost be as smart as Kaiba. Well, not AS smart, but decently up there. So I'm naturally guessing Ryou knows a little bit about computers...you have no idea how many people my age know already how to reprogram and hack into system files. And Ryou's 17.
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