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Poor Twisted Me 9
The noise is fucking amazing. It's a mixture of the music from my headphones and just a shitload of breaking glass. The entire front of the Kaibacorp building lobby is made up of big sheets of glass, and if it hadn't been safety glass I'd be dead right now. Dammit.
I'm still cut to ribbons, but I don't give a shit. The bike is wrecked, after I drove it through the glass it hit this little raised wall thing that goes around the fountain in the middle of the lobby and threw me right off. I hit the wall with this really fucking great crunch and slid down - right now I'm just sitting here bleeding, grinning at how much I just fucked up Seto's pretty building. I didn't think all the sheets of glass would shatter – I only rode through the middle one – but there's not a single pane left unbroken. The floor is covered with little bits of safety glass and a few bigger bits that haven't quite shattered properly. Alarms are going off all over the place and I can hear police sirens over them, headed here.
Fuck them. I pull myself up and head off up the stairs on one side of the lobby, ignoring the motorbike laid on the floor, wheels spinning like it's some dying thing. I'm bleeding all over the place but it doesn't hurt and nothing's broken, so I run up the stairs. Flights and flights of them. After a while the alarms turn off, but I keep running. My lungs burn and my bruises ache, I can't even think.
I finally make it to the top and out onto the roof, it's still dark so I put my headphones back on and head over to the very edge. There's a railing to stop idiots falling to their deaths by accident, so I hop up on it and balance, my arms out at my sides, listening to my music and watching cars go past below. It's late, there's hardly anyone out. I wish I had a cigarette. I don't even smoke.
I remember walking along the roof of the palace like this, waiting for the pharaoh to come and stop me. He never even woke up, and I stayed out there until almost dawn before I crept back into the bed with him. I should have just jumped off. I think I'll do that now, I don't want to be here anymore. I hate the Pharaoh. I hate Seto. No I don't. I don't fucking know.
"Bakura." A voice says behind me, loud enough to be heard over my headphones. I spin around on one foot, balancing on the railing like an acrobat or something, and Seto is standing there frowning at me. He had them turn the alarms off, I wonder what he told the police? I don't care.
"Go fuck yourself!" I snarl at him, putting all the venom I can into my voice. I flip the headphones down to my shoulders and start pacing back and forth on the railing, knowing that if I put a foot wrong or lose my balance I'm dead. I'm just waiting to see if I'll actually fall or not, and Seto's eyes look concerned. He really didn't see this coming. He should have listened when everyone told him how unstable I am. When I told him. This is his fault for pushing me. Screw Ryou, he can take care of himself now. Screw them all! I'm not submissive and pathetic enough to be able to take this kind of bullshit for this long. I want to fucking murder someone. He's saying something to me, but he sees that I wasn't listening and says it again, this time making sure I'm paying attention.
"Come down from there."
That was fucking predictable. I'm not coming down just to make him feel better.
"No. Fuck off, this is your damned fault." I hiss, glaring at him.
"I know," he says, and I narrow my eyes because he just admitted it, and he has to be trying to trick me.
"I want to go! Look what you did to me! This whole thing is so fucked up, I don't know why I did this in the first place." I mutter, feeling my mood shift from angry to uncaring again, then hop down off the railing and stride past him, towards the elevator. "I'm leaving."
"Bakura, wait a minute," he says sternly, and grabs my arm as I pass him. "We need to talk."
Feelings. Fucking feelings! Fuck off.
"No, you need to let go of me before I break your pretty face." I grin. He does, and I sprint to the lifts before he can follow me. He says my name again and starts walking towards me, but then the lift doors close and I'm headed back down to the lobby, away from him.
XxXxX
The elevator reaches the ground floor and lets me out into the trashed lobby, then the doors close and it heads off back towards the roof again. That means Seto is going to follow me, so I'm out of here before he catches up and drives me any more insane. I feel like I have to die tonight just to make it all stop.
I pick my way out through the broken glass littering the floor, getting weird looks from a couple of guys who're boarding up the windows until someone comes along to fix them. The motorbike is gone so I just walk out through one of the holes where the windows used to be and head down the street, turning off down some nasty little alleyway so Seto can't find me. I don't know what to do now, but I haven't known what I've been doing all night, so it's nothing new really.
I walk around for half an hour or so, getting totally lost because if I don't know where I am, Seto definitely won't. I think that's called idiot logic, because I come to the end of one of the little side roads I've been wandering along and I'm at the docks. Seto's car is parked just down the road and he's standing next to it, talking on that cell phone thing and not looking pleased. I try to creep past to where the boats are tied up but he sees me because it's night and I have white hair, which sticks out like you wouldn't believe. He's like some kind of stalker, I just want him to leave me alone and stop confusing me – he makes me crazy. No, I don't want him to leave me alone. I don't even know what I want.
"Bakura, come home, Ryou is worried about you. They're on their way back." He says, walking across the road towards me.
"Ryou worries about everything." I point out, backing away like a scared animal or something, giving him the most hateful glare I can manage. I don't want to be doing this, I don't want to be here. I should have jumped off his building when I had the chance.
"I'm worried about you," he says, really close to me now. The nerve. He's the one who made me like this and now he's worried?
"You're such a bastard," I growl, glaring at him then flicking my eyes over to the edge of the docks. I know what I'm going to do. I can hardly swim, I lived in a desert. I think I'll drown myself.
"I know." He admits, and he almost has me trapped against the wall of a warehouse.
"I'm not going back with you. You make me crazy, go away." I tell him, then try and dart away from him so I can go drown myself. He grabs me by the arm and slams me up against the wall, then brings his other hand up to try and touch my face or something. I don't know what he was going to do, because before he can do it I have my teeth sunk into his arm between his wrist and his elbow. Blood starts soaking through his shirt because I have fucking sharp teeth, but he just stares at me like it doesn't hurt. Fuck him. Fuck him! I want to hurt him!
I glare at him and refuse to take my teeth out of his arm, giving him the most evil glare I can, and his blood is dripping off my chin. I'm growling and I didn't even notice, I can see the glow coming from my eyes reflected in his, which is weird. That catches my attention for a few moments and my growl dies off as I forget where I am and just watch that little glow.
"You're coming home with me if I have to drag you there by your teeth in my arm." He says, and his voice isn't strained at all. It reminds me why I'm here and what I'm doing biting him though, so I dig my teeth in deeper and snarl, digging my nails into his arm as well and still glaring up at him. I feel like a fucking animal.
"Get in." He orders, and I flick my eyes over to where his stupid limo has pulled up right next to us, the door open. I don't want to go in there, but he suddenly swings his arm around and I wasn't expecting that. I let him go and hiss as I hit the floor of the limo, but before I can escape he gets in and closes the door behind him. Fuck this! The fucking door won't open!
"Let me out before I fucking murder you!" I scream as the car starts to move, his blood all over my lips and down my chin, staining my shirt. It's about time I got to make him bleed.
"Wouldn't you like to know why you ended up like this?" He says evenly, and I can't stand that he's so – so calm while I'm all over the fucking place!
"Fuck you! I don't give a shit, you did it!" I snarl, then start thrashing like an animal because he just pinned me down on the seat and he's staring right into my fucking eyes. I want this anger, I need this, and he's trying to calm me down! He knows I can't – I can't concentrate properly…
"Do you want to know why I did it?" He asks in that smooth voice, and I hiss at him. I hate him, but I can feel my mood shifting again, and I stop struggling.
"You had a reason?" I smirk, narrowing my eyes at him. He eases up a little but doesn't let me go, because I think he sees that I'm even more dangerous in this mood. There's no anger now.
"I love you." He's staring right into my eyes as he says that, smirking slightly. The sleeve of his shirt is ripped and covered in blood, it looks like he got attacked by a dog or something. Maybe it was Jounouchi.
"'We often hurt those we love'?" I sneer, wondering vaguely why I can taste blood. Am I bleeding? Is it mine?
"Not quite."
The limo pulls to a stop and he helps me out like a perfect fucking gentleman, leading me over to the house. I like the way our footsteps crunch on the gravel, then tap on the smooth wooden floor inside. He leads the way up the stairs and into his office, and I like it in here. It's dark – there's only the lamp in a corner lighting the room. I like the dark tonight.
"Tell me a story." I demand, watching him close the door, moving over to sit on that leather chair behind the desk. I stride over once he's comfortable and sweep everything off his desk onto the floor with my arm – his laptop, another lamp, pens, paper. He just leans back in his chair and keeps that calm, uncaring look on his face as I pick up the letter opener from the floor and move to kneel up on his desk. There's going to be violence, but I want my story first. Seeing that I'm ready to hear it, he begins.
"Once upon a time, you came to my office to tell me something I already knew." He pauses as I take the sharp letter opener dagger thing and use it to shred the buttons off my shirt until it falls open. There's blood all over it anyway – riding through a window will do that to you.
"Mokuba and Ryou."
"Mokuba can't hide things from me. He's a terrible liar." Seto laughs darkly, and he's so fucking sexy when he does that. It's a shame he has to die soon.
"And you broke my fingers because…?" I flex my fingers, letting my eyes skim over the almost healed scar where I put a knife through my hand. It's just a pink line now, fading to silver. It'll be gone soon.
"I wanted to see what you'd do. I didn't think you had the self-restraint to take it, apparently you did. For a while." He gives me a smug look, and I'd slit his throat right now if I didn't want to hear the rest of the story.
"You were trying to make me crazy on purpose." I sum it up, and I should be angry that he played with my mind because it amused him. I'm not though, because that's exactly the type of thing I'd do. It's still too late for him now.
"In the beginning. I didn't think you were for real. When I realised you were actually losing your mind I tried to fix it." He explains, and I take it that's why he switched beating me to fucking me. Gods, beating me. That sounds so fucking pathetic.
"You made things worse." I point out.
"At least I tried. There, you have your story." He smirks, but he's wrong. We don't have our happy ending yet.
"But are you sorry?" I grin, tracing my tongue along the blade of the sharp little knife, watching him the whole time.
"Not really." He's watching me closely, and I think he's trying to figure out how to fix me. It's far too late for that. At least his answer was honest, though. He's such a sadistic bastard, I want him to fuck me right here but I have to kill him.
"You took something from me," I tell him, grinning even more insanely than usual and knowing that my eyes must be burning unnaturally bright.
"And what was that?" He asks, as though he believes he hasn't taken a thing from me. I chuckle darkly and crawl across his huge desk, my shirt hanging open from my shoulders and all sorts of interesting scratches on my chest. I still have the knife in my hand and there's blood everywhere, all over the tatters of my shirt and dripping onto his desk now. I didn't realise I was bleeding that much, but I can't feel it. It doesn't matter if I can't feel it.
"My control." I smile wickedly, "But I have it again now. It's not the same control I had before, but that one was no fun anyway."
"And just what are you going to do now?" He asks, reaching up to bury his hand in my hair and bring me forward to kiss him. I lean into it, balanced on all fours like a cat on his desk, and part my lips for him. It's a fucking great kiss, real movie star stuff. Now we just need our happy ending, and I can do that. Anything for my Seto.
I jerk my hand up and feel him tense into the kiss, then I draw back and lick my lips, looking down at him.
"And they lived," I hiss, "happily ever after."
He reaches across with his other arm and yanks the knife out of his shoulder, growling in pain and getting even more blood on his desk. He's going to have to buy a new one, and a new shirt. I love being an inconvenience. I was going for his heart, but my aim is a little off. I think it's my feelings for him, they don't want me to kill him. They're about as much use as non-alcoholic beer, I should stab them too. I wish I had more knives.
"You need to read more fairytales," Seto tells me, his voice only slightly strained from having just been stabbed in the shoulder. He tosses my knife away and I hear a click, which makes me laugh. He's pointing a gun at me, and I really, really want to know if he'll actually shoot me. I'm going to make him do it, I've never been shot before.
"Shoot me!" I grin happily, kneeling up on his desk in front of him, stretching my arms out at my sides. My shirt is still hanging off me in bits, like tattered wings. I'd make such a fucking good angel.
"I'd rather not." He raises an eyebrow at me, because I think he was expecting me to have an entirely different reaction to the gun. He's bleeding all over his shirt and I am so turned on by that.
"Pussy." I sneer at him, "Come on, do it! I used my knife, don't tell me you shoot blanks." I cackle. My mood has shifted again, now I'm having fun.
"The bullets are real. Have you ever been shot before?" He asks coldly, pointing the gun right at my head. I grin madly and rest my palms flat on the desk, leaning forward a little to get closer to the gun. His aim might be bad, but even if it is he can't possibly miss at this range. It's point blank; the gun is about a foot away from my head.
"No." I flash my fangs in a laugh. "I'm a gunshot virgin. Pop my cherry, fucker!" I demand, beginning to suspect that he's not actually going to shoot me. I'm about to get disappointed, but then I see the look in his eyes.
"Alright," he says with a smirk, "The End."
The force knocks me back off the desk as he pulls the trigger, and as the room turns black all I can think is… he fucking shot me.
I have such a thing for this guy.
TBC
One more chapter, who lives and who dies? Dammit, I was really enjoying writing this one, too. Now I need a new thing to do. And…pizza.