Warnings : This story contains Yaoi and mentions of Yuri . There will also be some M-Preg , Rape in this chapter , strong language , and child abuse . It will be AU .
Disclaimer : I DO NOT own Yu-gi-oh , or any material relating to it .
Chapter 2
Cool but not too cool . Warm but not warm . This was heaven , pure bliss . The sky was a beautiful blue with airy white clods painted throughout . Nothing but rolling green hills and the large flat meadow that he was in . Everything had a soft fuzzy-round-the-edges kind of feel to it , like you might find in a dream . That's what this was . A dream . Ryou knew it to , but he didn't care . He'd rather stay in dreams . Well , these kind of dreams anyway .
He sat cross-legged on the ground watching the grass and various kinds of wildflowers sway in the gentle breeze . ' I love it here' he thought . ' It's almost perfect . Just missing a few things . Now what were they ' ? He smile when he felt a set of strong arms rap around him . ' Oh yes , now I remember '.
" Hello my angel , how are you" ? Ryou blushed as he felt the figure behind him begin to nuzzle the side of his neck , and a long tail found it's way round his tinny waist .
" I'm good , and you" ?
" Better now . Sorry we been away so long" .
" It's alright Bakura . It's only been a couple of weeks" . His smile increased as he felt second set of strong arms and yet another tail rap themselves around him .
" Too long if you ask me" . The newcomer growled playfully in his ear . He gasped and turned a bright shade of red when the owner of the voice licked and nipped at his ear.
" I missed you too Marik". Giggling while he snuggled back into their combined embrace .
They held Ryou tight , resting their chins on his shoulders . The three of them remaining that way for a while just enjoying being together . Ryou missed this so much . He never felt so safe and loved as he did right now , even if this is a dream . Sept for when he is with Malik . They are the only times when he's truly happy . Unfortunately nothing last forever . Ryou noticed the edges of his perfect little world beginning to fade . It could only mean one thing .
" I'm waking up" . disappointment evident in his tone . He heard a low growl rumble from the two behind him and quickly apologized .
" It's okay . It's not your fault ". Marik assured .
" We're not mad at you ". Bakura added .
Ryou turned to face them smiling , and kissed them both on their cheeks , blushing as he did so . With that everything faded and he returned to his grim reality .
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Ow . Oh ya , he was awake . Back in reality . Slowly the snowy-haired boy opened his eyes , blinking away the blurriness .He looked around noticing where he was . His room . He glanced at the side window . It was nearly dark outside .Apparently he had not been asleep very long .
The pain in his head reminded him of the earlier events . Ryou lifted a hand to his head . He felt a bandage on the wound , and he gave a small smile , knowing who had put it there . Malik had taken care of him like always . But he wondered how the blond Egyptian had managed this time . Ryou's father was back home now and the man absolutely hated his lavender-eyed friend . Speaking of Malik , where was he ? He felt a presence to his left , and turned his head in the direction , expecting to see Malik , but his eyes met those of his father .
" Finally your lazy ass gets up".
Though used to his fathers harsh words , he still winced at the tone . His father was obviously angry and that always meant trouble for Ryou .
" We have a lot to discuss . I want you downstairs in five minuets . I'm hungry , so hurry . You need to fix dinner " . His father turned to leave but stopped at a soft question from Ryou .
" Where's Malik"? His question received a disgusted look from the man .
" That's one of the things we need to discuss " And then he left the room , going downstairs .
' This can't be good'. Ryou thought to himself . Slowly , do to the slight dizziness he still felt , he got up . A deep blush spread a crossed his face when he noticed his clothes had been changed and his hair washed . ' Malik must of done that . My father must not of been home when we first arrived '. Then he made his way down the stairs to begin his father's meal , dreading whatever "discussion" they were going to have .
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It was dark , except for the flickering light from a few candles around the room . Two figures lie side-by-side on the silk covered bed with their eyes closed . They looked rather serene, with an odd purplish-black mist surrounding them . It slowly begain to fade until there was no trace left .
Marik's eyes shot open reveiling frustration in the lavender depths .
" Dammit ! When I find out who woke him up and disturbed us I'm going to chop off their fingers and make them eat them " . He growled , eyes beginning to glow . His tail slammed on the bed in anger .
" Calm down Marik ". amusement clear in Bakura's dark brown eyes . " He'll go back to sleep . It's still early ".
" I know . It's just so frustrating . We've been so busy lately . This was the first chance we got in weeks and it was cut way too short " .
" I know what you mean , but we'll try again . Besides , we still need to see Malik . We need to find out why his sleeping paturen is so iratic and why he doesn't seem to go into deep sleep . It's making it very difficult to contact him ".
" I think something might be wrong . It's the only explanation for it " . Marik sighed , rubbing his forehead . He hated the helpless feeling he had right now .
" Come on " . The white haired demon got off the bed , pulling his lover with him . " Lets go check on Yugi . Make sure he's still in bed ".
Marik laughed . " Knowing him he's probably sneaking out as we speak " .
The two demons left in search of him . Chuckling to themselves slightly at the mental image of little Yugi tiptoeing down the hall so as not to get caught . Sure enough , they had just reached the hall Yugi and Yami's room was in when they seen a boy exit the door to their room .
He was a rather short boy . One of the reasons he could be mistaken for a little kid when in all actuality he was much older . The other reason being his cherub-like face , and his large amethyst eyes shined with a child like innocence . His black hair was outlined in a purplish-red color and stuck up in several points , and his bangs were bright yellow . All-in-all it gave him a very interesting look . But the most noticeable thing about his appearance had to be his large round stomach . It was so big it looked as if he'd fall forward do to the extra weight on his tiny frame .
Turning around , he froze , immediately spotting the two demons . He opened his mouth to say something that would justify him being out of the room , but couldn't think of anything , so he stood there in silence , starring .
" Where are you going Yugi" ? asked Bakura , an all-knowing smirk on his face . " You weren't going walking by any chance were you " ?
" He wouldn't be doing that 'Kura . Especially knowing he's on mandatory bed rest ". Marik teased . " Isn't that right Yugi "?
" But I'm board " Yugi pouted . But his complaint fell on seemingly deaf ears .
Stomping his foot rather childishly , Yugi made his way back into the room he and Yami shared . Bakura and Marik followed him inside . When the shorter of the three reached the large gold and white covered bed , he attempted to climb his round form onto it but was failing miserably . Upon seeing this , snickering quietly to himself , Bakura lifted the boy onto the bed and helped him get comfortable before setting beside him .
Yugi closed his eyes ,leaning back on the pillows propped against the headboard , his little hands rubbing circles on his stomach . Apparently that short bit of walking had been a bit much cause his little one was now kicking pretty hard . He smiled when he felt Bakura's hand join his . A moment or so later , it had all but stopped . There was a small smile on the pale demon's face , but a sadness was in his eyes .
Bakura barely noticed set down behind him ,resting his chin on his shoulder , and snake his arms around him . He was too lost in memory .
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He was leaning against the door frame to their room trying to keep himself from laughing . Out load anyway . He'd been leaning there watching Ryou for the last five minutes and it was all beginning to be too much .
There on the black leather sofa , was Ryou , trying desperately to get up . His loose fitting white tee was riding up on his now quite large , rounded stomach and it was clear he was getting frustrated at his inability to stand up . Deciding to end his mate's torment , he walked over and offered a hand . Giving Bakura a grateful smile , he took the hand and was quickly on his feet .
" Thank you love" . Ryou pulled him down into a quick kiss . Then promptly smacked the back of his head after pulled away . " That for standing there and doing nothing for the last five minutes " . Smiling sweetly at him .
" Ow ." He threw Ryou a mock-glare while rubbing the back of his head before going behind Ryou , rapping his arms around his love . His hands found their way under the fabric covering the smaller boy's stomach , and began rubbing soothing patterns on the smooth skin .
" How are the two of you today my angle" ?
" We're fine 'Kura" . Ryou smiled , leaning back into his mate . Bakura buried his face into silky tresses inhaling the sent he loved so much .
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Bakura was brought out of thought by a small hand on his cheek . He looked into concerned amethyst eyes befor closing his and leaning back into Marik's embrace . Marik just tightened his hold and nuzzled at his neck .
" So , not that I'm complaining or anything , but why are the two of you here " ? Yugi inquired , breaking the silence .
" Your dumb-ass-of-a-mate asked us to keep an eye on you . He figured you wouldn't pay attention to the 'bed rest' order " . Marik answered , chin resting on Bakura's shoulder .
Yugi just shook his head .The two of them were always bickering with Yami . But the family knew how much the cared . The four of them , Yami , Marik , Bakura , and Seto , loved each other like brothers . Even though they didn't show it .
" And apparently the prick was right " . Bakura added , seeming to have recovered from whatever had upset him a moment before . " And you know if it was Mai , Joey , or Amida that had caught you , you'd be in a shit-load of trouble right now . Be glad it was us and not them " .
" Speaking of Amida , where was my son all day yesterday and today " ? Yugi asked Marik.
" A training exercise of some kind I think . I can cheek if you want , get him out of it " .
" I don't want to get him in trouble or make him fall behind " .
" It'll be okay , and besides , I'm not the general for nothing " . giving Yugi a wink .
" Well then , that would be nice . If I can't cuddle with his father , at lest I can with him ".
" Don't worry shrimp , the jackass'll be home tomorrow night " . Bakura answered , smirking at the little one's attempt at a glare .
" Ya ya , I know . Okay . Enough talk . Weren't you going to teach me how to play poker " ?
The demon's faces light-up . They loved "corrupting him" , as Yami called it .
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Ryou sat the plate of food in found of his father the took his set a crossed the table . They ate their meal in silence . When he was finished his father left the room without a word . Ryou was a little confused . He expected a lecture but he wasn't going to complain . He just cleaned up the mess dinner made and proceeded to his room , but something caught his attention in the living room .
It was a hard wooden chair with no back , setting in the middle of the room . Ryou instantly knew why his father did not have their 'discussion' at the dinner table . The man wanted to do it this way . Being used to the procedures of this , he took a set on the uncomfortable chair , bowing his head and starring at the ground . His father stepped out of the shadows and stood right in front of him .
" We have lots to discuss . You've been very disobedient , Ryou " .
And with that , he started circling the chair like one dose to a prisoner their interrogating . He began going over the various he needed to change . Ryou needed to bring that ' b' in gym back to an 'A' to once again have strait 'A's , he didn't belong to any extra curricular activities , they looked good on collage applications you know . And a boatload of other things his father thought he had done wrong . All-in-all it was just a way for the man to make Ryou feel inadequate . Finally the conversation lead to the real issue . Malik .
" I told you before boy . I do not want you hanging around that hoodlum . He is not a good influence for you . And god forbid he pollutes you with his queer was ". He paused in front of Ryou , lifting his chin to look right in his eyes . " I don't , under any circumstances , want you around him . He is not allowed to be your friend .Do I make my self clear " ?
"Yes" came the whispered reply . Satisfied , His father turned to leave but was stopped when Ryou said more . " But he is my friend" .
SMACK
Ryou looked up at his father from his new position on the floor . Eyes wide , full of unshed tears , shaking slightly in fear . He could taste the blood in his mouth .
" What was that" ?
" N-nothing sir . S-s-sorry s-sir" .
" Good , don't let it happen again" . He sneered at his son . " I'm going to Tokyo for the next five days . I have business to attend to . I expect my rules to be followed while I'm away . Now go to your room . I'll be leaving in an hour " .
Ryou made his way to his room . Once inside he laid down on his bed , burying his face in the pillow , and cried .
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He glanced out the door of the pawn shop while counting the money he just got from his transaction . 72 bucks . Not bad . Not enough , but not bad . He'd have to go and " barrow" some more stuff before he got home if he wanted to remain in one piece . Stupid foster care . You'd think they would at least check on him every once and a while . See the almost unlivableness of his living conditions . He guessed it was to much to ask . Just like the weather . It was to much to ask for it not to rain .
Shit . It was one-of-those-days , and was obviously going to be one-of-those-nights . First he missed the bus , had to take a different one and ended upon the other side of town , resulting in him missing homeroom and getting detention . Then he got in a fight on the way to said detention resulting in a weeks suspension . He had yet to break that lovely news to Ryou . Malik knew the British boy was going to have a fit when he told him . Then he ended up in a fight with several large men who had made the fatal mistake of attacking his Ryou . The fight itself wasn't the bad part . It was the fact that Ryou got hurt that pissed him off to no end . Then he had a lovely chat with Ryou's father , who seemed to have a bit of a problem with the fact that Malik washed and changed his unconscious son . What the hell was he supposed to do , leave Ryou in his bloody shirt with his hair practically pasted to his face . God he hated that man . And finally , to top off his oh-so-lovely day , it was starting to rain . That meant people weren't out and about . There'd be no one to " barrow" from . He hoped what he had would be enough .
Malik pulled the hood of his dark purple zip-up sweat-jacket over his head . Under it he wore a black t-shirt with an obscene logo on it , that stopped about an inch or so above his pants . They were faded black low rise jeans with tattered holes on the knees and hung over his black steel toe boots . The backs worn from dragging the ground slightly .
After placing the money in his pants pocket , he shoved his hands into the pockets of the leather biker jacket he wore over the sweat-jacket . Stepping out into the rain , he began making his way to the run-down apartment building he called home .
Upon reaching his destination , the crazy cat lady one floor down asked if he could give her a hand with something . He didn't mind the lady , even though he thought it odd that she kept 26 cats in her one bedroom apartment , so he said yes . Big mistake . You see… , three of her " precious babies" had died and needed to be buried , … in separate graves . He was right , it was definitely turning out to be one-of-those-nights . Just great .
An hour later a very wet , very muddy , very pissed-off Malik , made his way down the trashed line hallway . He stopped when he reached his apartment . Raising one sandy blond eyebrow he stared at the door .' Since when do we not have a doorknob ? ' he thought to himself . He was sure they had one this morning . O well . Probably best not to ask . Pushing the door open , he entered the apartment and was immediately assaulted by the smell of old beer and stale cigarettes . " Home sweet home" he spat bitterly and made his way to the kitchen .
Steeping on a few cockroaches , rolling his eyes at the unsanitary condition of the room , he headed for the fridge . He briefly marveled at the fact the electric was still on as he opened the door . Grabbing a container of leftover Chinese food , he shut the fridge and leaned against the counter . It didn't smell bad so he began eating it with his fingers . They didn't have any silverware . It tasted a little off but he hadn't eaten since lunch the day be for , so he was starving .
Looking up just in time to see his foster father and his current whore enter the room , he had to suppress an eye roll .
" Where have you been boy" ? he asked glaring at Malik .
" Out" . Malik answered with a mouth full of noodles .
Obviously not the answer the man wanted , he smacked the food out of Malik's hands and on to the floor . Malik groaned as the contains of the container spilled all over the filthy floor .
" Don't get smart with me you little maggot ! Now where's my money" ?
" I don't know. Did you actually get off your lazy ass , get a job , and get paid " ?
Apparently that was the wrong answer too . He quickly received a punch in the face , sending him facedown onto the floor . The man was instantly straddling his lower back pinning him to the ground .
" Watch your mouth you little ingrate " .
" What the hell are you talking about Jiro . You've given me nothing to be grateful for ". he spoke defiantly , but on the inside he was terrified . He hated being in this position . He knew what was to come .
" I've given you a place to live , a roof over your head , clothes on your back , food in your stomach . That's more then your own parents ever did . If I recall correctly , they just dropped you off on the side of the road like a peace of garbage " .
Malik knew the words were lies but they still hurt . He knew his mother only gave him up to keep him safe . After what his father did to his back , the scares he left . Malik shuddered . He still had nightmares .
" Where's the money Malik" ? The woman demanded , hand on her hip , foot taping .
" I don't know crack-whore . Didn't your pimp pay you your share" ?
Jiro slammed his face onto the ground . Hard . Satisfied when he heard the sound of Malik's nose break , blood spilling out . Malik whimpered at the pain in his face . He really needed to learn to keep his smart mouth shut . It only ever caused him trouble . But he froze when he felt the man begin to pull down his pants .
" It's in my pocket , it's in my pocket" ! he was panicking . Malik knew what would happen and desperately tried to get away , but to no avail .
Jiro pulled the money out of Malik's pocket .
" Here Kim , count it ". and handed it to the woman .
Then he continued removing Malik's pants . The boy struggled beneath him but couldn't get away . Once he had both his and Malik's pants out of the way he stopped , pulled Malik's head up and spoke into his ear .
" You don't have the power here . I do". And with that , Malik's pain began .
Kim leaned against the kitchen table counting the money she was handed . She had to restart a few times do to the painful cries from Malik , and the lustful grunts from the man violating him . ' He'll never learn will he ' she thought , shaking her head and continued to count the money .