Disclaimer: i dont own Yugioh, i only own Yukio and Hao...BUT I WANT BAKURA, RYOU, MARIK AND MALIK! they would be very FUN to have around evil smirk of doom
"Sorry that we don't have an extra bedroom for you while you're here Yuki, there are only three rooms. I hope that the coach isn't to uncomfortable." Malik said laying a blanket and pillow over the coach.
"It's fine, for the last four years I've been shackled down to a bed or in a cage to sleep. I'll welcome a coach any day." Yukio laughed.
"You really do have it bad, how do you manage to be so happy?" Malik asked.
"…When everything turns out bad, even the smallest amount of kindness or the slightest amount of good is nice enough to put a smile on my face. It's even more noticeable too." Yukio said smiling sadly.
"I guess it would be…hopefully we can help you find a nice home nearby. I think Bakura and Ryou both really like you. And you've scored a perfect ten on Marik's hot guy meter. Even I must say you are very attractive, but I'm with Marik and I love him very much." Malik said happily. "Well, I'm going up to bed, goodnight Yukio."
"Goodnight Malik…" Yukio said watching the Egyptian walk up the stairs. He yawned and snuggled into the blankets on the coach. He hadn't been able to sleep comfortably in years because, like he told, Malik he had been either shackled down to the bed or put in a cage that was much too small for him.
Yukio took out a sketchbook he had put in his backpack and started drawing simply enjoying the feeling of the blankets without cold metal around his wrists or cold hands running over his body. He drew mainly fairies and angels and his current one was no exception. It was an angel with huge dark wings, light hair, and empty eyes, seeing that it was a pencil drawing there were no real colors but only shades. It looked very sad and, on a banner on the bottom, it said Broken. Yukio looked over it contently before drifting off to sleep, still holding the open book.
Yukio woke up screaming from his nightmare. One abouthis first year with Hao and some of the things he was forced to do and what Hao had told him...about how no one could ever love him. Moments after Yukio had cried outboth Ryou and Bakura came running down the stairs to his aid.
"What's wrong Yukio?" Ryou asked holding Yukio as he sobbed.
"Just a…Just a bad dream…" Yukio said in-between sobs.
"Only a dream? About what?" Bakura asked not really seeing why Yukio was so upset. He still wanted to comfort Yukio so he held him also taking in his sweet scent. Bakura mentally noted that Yukio smelled like strawberry.
"Well, it was more of a memory then a dream…about one of the times Hao raped me…" Yukio said sniffling softly. "It hurts sometimes…to realize how much of a whore I am…how impure I am…"
"Yukio…you're not a whore, you were raped. And you're not impure." Ryou said.
"Yeah, and either way you have the air of a virgin, too cute and nice." Bakura added ruffling Yukio's already messy hair. "Go back to sleep, do you want one of us to stay with…you…?" Bakura trailed off when he heard soft snoring coming from both younger boys. He rolled his eyes and pulled both into his lap covering all three of them with a blanket before allowing himself to sleep also.
The next morning Yukio woke up feeling something firm and warm under his cheek. He subconsciously nuzzled into the warmth wanting more of it.
Bakura blushed a tiny bit as Yukio rubbed against his chest. He had woken up about an hour before and found both boys still in his lap. He had simply been looking at the two noting on how they looked and how adorable they truly were. He was rubbing Ryou's back, he knew Ryou liked it, and running his other hand through Yukio's silky smooth hair, which he had taken out of it's braid when he got ready for bed. He noticed how scarred Yukio's back was as Ryou had the day before and wanted to ask Yukio about it. Both were smiling so he guessed they liked it.
One of Yukio's big cherry red eyes cracked open and he finally realized what he was rubbing against causing him to blush brightly. His eyes widened and he pulled away quickly quietly apologizing.
"Sorry Bakura…I didn't realize…" he said weakly, attempting to remove himself from Bakura's lap. Bakura was having none of that though. He held Yukio in place while he tried to squirm out of his grip.
"You're not going anywhere, little Yukio, you're staying right there." Bakura smirked.
"How long have I been…?" Yukio asked quietly.
"Since you woke up last night, you and Ryou both fell asleep." Bakura said understanding Yukio's question. Ryou yawned and looked over his surroundings. He noticed where he was and blushed bright pink.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you further…" Yukio said charmingly.
"I didn't have to, if I didn't want to I would've just dropped you on the floor." Bakura smirked. "Now, I want some answers. You're back's all cut up, but if you heal so perfectly why is it not?" he asked noticing how Yukio's eyes lost some of their normally hopeful shine.
"I got beat up a few times in my old town. My teachers whipped me a few times because, according to them, I wasn't human. That was before I was able to heal, the scars stayed and they'll never fade away…" he said weakly. He jumped a little when two arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. He looked up to meet Ryou's big brown eyes. Ryou had woken up when Bakura asked him about the scars and had heard the pain in Yukio's voice when he said all that.
Bakura raised the two and put them on the coach, feeling like a third wheel. He wasn't compassionate like Ryou; he couldn't comfort someone as his light could.
"Are you okay Yukio?" Ryou asked after a few minutes of Yukio silently crying into his chest. Yukio nodded and looked up.
"I'm okay…why did Bakura leave though?" Yukio asked pitifully. He liked it when Bakura was around. Sure, the older boy was rough around the edges but he really did have a soft heart, even if he didn't show it to anyone really.
"I don't know, it wasn't because of you though." Ryou assured him. Yukio nodded with a small smile and grabbed a set of his clothing and a red ribbon heading to the bathroom to take a shower and get dressed. Bakura came back into the room almost instantly after Yukio left sitting next to Ryou. "he thinks you hate him Yami." Ryou said to Bakura.
"I know, I know." He groaned. "I didn't mean to do anything, I thought I was doing him a favor. I'm not like you, I just make things worse."
"But he likes you! He wanted you to stay with him!" Ryou said. "He just wants someone to stay and let him cry, he doesn't care that you don't know what to say or do. He just wants someone to let him let his pain out."
"I get it, don't run away from my problems or you'll start lecturing me." He growled. Ryou smiled and kissed Bakura's cheek before going up to his room to get dressed. Bakura groaned and stood up again deciding to make breakfast for once, he was up early and the two objects of his desires were busy.
Bakura decided on pancakes because, plain and simple, he liked pancakes. Yukio was first to rejoin him looking curiously over his shoulder as he finished tying the bow that held his braid together.
"Good morning Bakura." He said with a small smile. "Do you want a hand? I could finish that if you don't want to." Yukio said, he wanted to show Bakura he was sorry about whatever he did wrong. In Yukio's mind Bakura was mad at him for something, he just didn't know what…
"No, go sit down." Bakura ordered.
"But-"
"Sit now!" Bakura barked cutting off whatever Yukio was going to say. Yukio sat down on the ground instantly. "No, sorry okay. Sit at the table. Why'd you sit on the floor anyways?" Bakura said gentler than before. He reached out a hand offering to help Yukio up.
"Hao told me to do this when he told me to sit." Yukio said taking his hand.
"Didn't mean to remind you of him. I'm just not as nice as Ryou…" Bakura said.
"Yes you are, just not in the same ways. It's nice. And you don't remind me of Hao, that was just a reflex." Yukio said as he sat down at the small table. Bakura smiled and continued making the pancakes. Yukio was too sweet for words and, though Bakura would never admit it, he loved hearing those words come from him.
End Part 4+