Here's chapter two! Hope you enjoy it! Please RR after! I also would like to thank those who have review in the first chapter. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this chapter as well. RR please!
Warnings: Torture, pain, angst… That kind of stuff.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Thank you.
"Speaking"
'Thoughts'
Chapter Two: Never Forgotten
The minutes ticked by slowly as the pain in Malik's heart stayed the same, not increasing or decreasing. 'He's gone, just like that, my best and only friend's gone,' Malik thought painfully as his tears began to dry on his face. But Malik knew if he wants to help Ryou, he can't just lay there like some wounded animal. 'Ryou needs my help and he doesn't deserve any of that pain,' Malik kept thinking as he slowly stood up and started to head back to where the workers were. Malik lumbers in and back to his original position before he left.
Meanwhile, in another section of the monstrous castle, Ryou was being pulled toward the direction of the dungeon by the two burly guards with the chief right behind them. If you see the chief at that time, you would seriously want to punch his lights out which is exactly what anyone would do. They reached the entrance of the dungeon, but by that time, Ryou had almost lost control of his legs since he was like being dragged the whole way. Two other guards stood guard by the entrance of the dungeon. Ryou could hear the screaming and moaning of the prisoners inside the full jail cells.
"Stop!" yelled the chief. "You two!" he yelled as he pointed at the two guards in black robes at the entrance. "Go check if there's an empty cell for this one."
The two well dressed men quickly went in without complaint.
The chief looked at Ryou with his head down and then he looked at the guards holding him up. The guards knew exactly what he meant and they release Ryou and he flew to the wet ground. The guards left leaving the cruel chief alone with Ryou. Standing before the albino haired teen, the chief took a whip from an assortment of weapons.
On the other hand, Ryou was staring at the moist ground. It feels so cold… so nice… if only he could lay down…
Suddenly, a loud whipping sound echoed down the empty halls of darkness. Ryou screamed out in pain as the chief's whip came down on his bare back where his shirt was ripped earlier.
Then without warning, a loud crack of thunder roared through the sky and rain started falling down on everything. It creates a steady rhythm as it beats down on the castle's roof.
From the inside, the chief looked at Ryou on the ground in pain. "How does it feel?" the monstrous man asked mockingly.
"Please… please… I beg you…" Ryou started, barely holding his head up.
"Be quiet!" And he kicked Ryou in the stomach sending him flying a couple of feet. Ryou cried out in horrid pain as he continued to be tortured. The chief continues to whip the poor boy showing no mercy.
"Please!" Ryou cried, trying to cover himself with his hands.
"You've done wrong, you stupid indolent brat!"
The whippings came down harder than it first started. Each whip was a burning stinging sensation to Ryou's skin. Each one left a deep gash on his flesh like he was cut from a blade of a hunting knife. Each one burn and sting like something he never felt before in his life. But the whipping just didn't stop, no matter how much Ryou wanted it to.
The chief even stepped in and kicked him several of times. Each blow was hard and each knocked the wind out of him.
"Please stop! I didn't mean it!" Ryou begged; tears just pouring down his dusty cheeks as another kick struck him in the face.
"Be quiet or I'm going to kill you!" he hiss, his eyes wide open and his smile curled on his face like a hungry lion going in for the kill.
Then he spat on Ryou and send one final kick, sending poor Ryou flying hitting a pole that hold that section of the castle up. He lay on the ground as the pain started to take full effect on his wounded and weaken body. His clothes were completely torn, his body and face showing he was in serious whipping, and he was bleeding from several blows of the deadly weapon. His lip was also bleeding considering he bit it a couple of times as he tried to endure the pain but it didn't really work.
The last kick was the last inflicted for the two guards emerged from the dungeon declaring all the cells were filled up and not a single one remain empty.
"Fine, then throw him out in the yard. It's raining out there…" said the hostile chief as he bend down and peered at Ryou," You'll like it right away, brat."
Then the dark haired man spat one last time on the now feeble teen before the two guards each picked up an arm and began dragging Ryou to the yard.
Meanwhile, Malik, on the other hand, had no idea what pain his best friend was going through at that exact moment. The hour passes by felt like eternity to the heart broken Egyptian teen as he randomly threw his hammer to the ground for the day; not caring where it landed.
The rain beat down hard on everyone and everywhere. Malik walked slowly, lost in thought, as people rushed past him hurrying inside to escape being drenched head to toe. Someone from behind knocked him down in the mud.
His breathing grew heavy and feeling unfaithful to Ryou, he slowly stood up and continued walking. No one could tell he was crying since rain water already washed his face clean and also resulting in drenching his clothes and body wet. The liquid soaked in his clothes weighting him down but he couldn't tell the difference. Malik managed to drag his soaked body into the bunk room where he met up with his so call roommates.
The guard that now seized Ryou's arm kicked opened the wooden door of the yard. They threw him in and shut the door behind him.
The rain beat down harder as each second passes. The gale blew roughly at a weeping willow tree in the far corner of the yard. A small pond was located near the tree. The dark green leaves blew in the wind. It looked as if the tree itself was going to be blown away by looking at the fierce condition. The willow was clearly planted by hand, since weeping willow trees don't just poke up from the ground any time they wanted to. The dark brown dirt ground was decorated with wide deep crevices that looked like someone had taken a knife and stabbed it until the gashes formed on the dry ground which is now wet. The rain combined itself with the harsh wind as they both together travel around the boy, not going away any time soon.
By now, Ryou was soaked to the bone. The stinging sensations from the whipping haven't gone away but instead seem to increase the pain. Mud was slashed on his face as he was being thrown in the isolated area. Ryou knew he have to get out from the weather or he'll perish away. Ryou gathered all his remaining strength and crawled toward the tree. Finally after much delay by the weather, Ryou eschew the worse as he pulled himself up to the trunk and curled into a ball. The branches and leaves provide less rain and wind to enter the lower section of the tree but it wasn't much.
'I have to survive this. I have to!' Ryou screamed in his mind. He hugged himself; pulling his arms together around his body as his fingers hit something hard by his side. Ryou pulled it out from under his shirt discovering it was the flute Malik had given him the night before. Its gold metal tip end started at him. Ryou's fingers ran on the craved letters. R.B. His initials, Ryou Bakura. Shivering uncontrollably, he brought it to his lips and blew; trying hard to remember the instructions his friend had given him in order to play. Ryou blew softly in the mouthpiece. The soft melody escapes out the end and into the surrounding air. The wind blew the sound away but still, Ryou pay, refusing to give in. He played until the soft music entered his ears and warmed his inside.
Somewhere in the bunks, Malik's head jerked up in the north east.
"What's the matter?" asked his roommate.
"You hear that sound?"
"What sound? I didn't hear anything," answered the elderly man as he rejoined the others.
Malik continues to listen, seemingly unaware of the noise around him. 'That sound… It sounds so familiar… Like someone close to me is causing it… Oh Ryou, I hope you're okay,' he thought.
Just then, Marik burst in with a look full of worry and concern.
"Marik!" said Malik, surprised.
"Let's go save Ryou."
Without further conversation, Malik nodded and followed his yami out the door.
In the yard, the weather condition seems to ease a bit, but it was still a raging war. The rhythm of the soft music had clam Ryou down a lot. He had his eyes shut and the flute at his lips. The brash tempest blew at him. It was harder to play with all this wind surrounding him. Cold crept its way up his body and into his mind. But he knew it was just mentally and that he could overcome it. But the effect physically was far worse, almost freezing him to his bones. Several chills ran down and up his spine. Ryou didn't know he's going to be release from this condition soon, but how soon?
The doors flew open to the dungeon and Marik with Malik emerged from the other side. The chief who took Ryou away stood there, whip in hand and inflicting heavy damage to the prisoners. He spotted almost immediately the yami and hikari standing there with the open door swinging loosely behind them. He handed his whip to a random guard and started toward them.
"Well, well, well. What do you want?" he asked, a devilish smile tugging at his lips.
"You know as well as any other," Marik hissed bitterly at him.
"Oh I don't know what you mean at all, commander."
Marik growled at him. "You too know. I want Ryou out here now!"
The chief turned serious and he began circling Malik and Malik. "You think just because Lord picked you to be commander, you thin you're superior to everyone else. He just picked you because in the past you carried a history of evil trying to destroy the pharaoh. That's why he picked you. But now, the pharaoh's destroyed. Cause you were evil in the past. But he's blind. That job is supposed to be mine! I'm supposed to be the one he's admiring, not you! You think you can just charge in here and bark orders? That's now how it works at all."
Marik wanted to smash him the face with his rod he held so dearly in his hand and end the conversation since Yami had been one of his friends.
Malik stood there by Marik's side, wondering when this crazy guy was going to take them to Ryou. "Just bring Ryou out here!" he yelled, abruptly.
Malik felt the attention quickly turned on him. "And you," hissed the hostile chief, "You think little Marik here is going to protect you forever? You're wrong, my boy. When he's not there, you'll feel my deepest wrath and you'll wish you've never met me."
"Touch one hair on my hikari's head and I'll shred you to pieces," Marik threatened.
The chief smirked and chuckled slightly. "Oh don't worry. It's all in good hands. You time will come soon enough, my boy…"
"Stop this nonsense and bring Ryou out here now!" Marik demanded.
"Fine. I'll tell the way but I suggest you hurry. It been several hours already. I doubt he's the same from before. He might be a little 'lifeless' if you know what I mean…"
He laughed cruelly and evilly then he told them how to get to the yard of isolation where Ryou was held.
Marik and Malik ran after the last word of direction had been say. Malik sped pass his yami.
"Malik! Wait up!"
But Malik didn't want to. His best friend was in danger and Malik knew that every passing second could be Ryou's last. Malik ran faster and faster. He didn't care if he's going to fall or trip. He wanted to get to their destination as soon as possible, hoping the worse hadn't happened.
'Ryou, don't worry. We'll coming to get you. Your best friends are coming. Just hang in there, Ryou. Hang in there. You're not forgotten. You're never forgotten,' Malik thought as he ran.
Back in the yard, Ryou felt the cold and harsh weather getting to him. He couldn't ignore it any longer. He tried his best. He really did. Ryou felt his eyelids go heavy. He's so sleepy… Ryou jerked his head. He shook himself, determined to stay awake… and alive. But he'd been out here way too long. Ryou felt his arms and legs gave out. He couldn't play the flute so it rests in his hand. The heaviness on his eyelids seems to ascend. He felt so numb and so tired…
'Maybe I can just rest for a while,' he thought, 'No! I can't. I may never wake up again if I close my eyes and go to sleep. But it's so cold… I'm so tired… Maybe just a nap won't hurt… Why haven't Malik and Marik arrived yet? Am I forgotten? No, it can't be. I can't be forgotten. But it had been so long… And I'm so tired…'
Ryou had no idea his best friends are coming for him. He wanted to go to sleep so badly. 'Just a little nap,' he decided. Ryou felt his eyelids started to fall. Soon, his world was in total darkness. He couldn't see anything anymore. Then, Ryou heard the banging of the wooden door as it swung open. He then heard Malik called his name. Marik and Malik were there now to save him but, unfortunately Ryou had already closed his eyes and seemingly lost his grip on life itself.
To Be Continued…
Poor Ryou-kun! Malik and Marik arrived but poor Ryou-kun closed his eyes already! Will he ever open them again? Find out next time! Please RR! The way Marik knew about Ryou is because news travel fast around the castle. Until next time!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Thank you.
