Chains

A Yugioh Fanfiction

Chapter 7: Marked

By: Legacy of Darkness

Genre: Romance/Angst

Rating: R (Rape, abuse, and lots of blood... )

Disclaimer: I'm tired of sayin' that I don't own this fuckin' series. Just burn it into ya' skull, already!

Warning: Rape, torture, abuse, pain, blood, and bad spelling... Sorry if you don't like this kinda stuff-- then again you wouldn't have been reading this far, ne?

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"...Ugh..."

Clack.

Lavender eyes shot open. Panic waved over him and look up at the chains binding his wrists. Malik found himself in a dark room, his own. It was big enough to be considered a master bedroom, yet it was one of the average sized rooms in the mansion. With a mistress as rich as Sumire, what else is to be expected? Black curtains blocked all outside light, dark walls adding to the eerieness. The furniture was a dark mohgony, the carpet blood red. He was back in the manor. He lay in blood red, silk sheets, pulling on the chains over his head. The only sound in the extravegant room was the sound of the clanking chains. They were tight on his wrists and the friction was burning his skin. Pain shot down his arms. He froze. He had to stay still. Maybe then it would go away... He relaxed his body, his tense muscles only to discover that he felt strangly weak. His body felt sensitive, more then usual. He could feel every fold of the silk sheets on his almost naked body. At least, he had his boxers on. As he layed there, his breath heavy, memories and previous emotions flooded into his mind. Memories of his past, of how he ruined his life, how he fell in love with the woman who ruined his life and the woman who made him forget. His weakness made him momentary numb. He didn't even feel the tears that rolled down his temples.

'Apricot... I'm sorry... Ishizu was right. I didn't love her...'

"Malik! Where are you going!"

The younger Ishtar looked up at at his older sister. She knew exactly where he was going. She didn't want to admit it. Why couldn't she understand he was in love.

"Oh, please, don't start. God, I can't believe you're still asking me why I'm leaving."

Ishizu was one of the main reasons, even though she didn't relize it. He was tired of her over-protectiveness. She had been acting this way ever since Battle City, two years ago. Malik shoved a few things into his bag--money, important papers, and such. He wasn't worried about clothes. Sumire promised to give him everything he needed. He knew was probably being too trusting, but he trusted her. Besides, if things took a turn for the worst, he still had some money put away. Even without Sumire or Ishizu, he could support himself for awhile before the need of a job.

"You're not even in love with this woman!"

"Like you know what love is!"

Even though Malik was about six years younger then his sister, he had much more experience with the oppisite sex. Ishizu had reserved herself to take care of her brother. She had never gone out with a man before. Their father hadn't even arrange a grom for her during her childhood, as trandition indicates. He was much to worried about the future of his first-born son. Malik had rejected his bride-to-be, tourturing her to the point where her father called off the wedding. He had never held a long lasting relationship, except with Surmire; he just wasn't interested. Girls where always crawling all over him. He had a different girl every week, sometimes even more. He had lost his virginity when he was sixteen, not long before Battle City, which meant he had the liberty of sleeping around when ever he wanted, something he did often. Ishizu had never had much control over her brother. Malik, unlike others his age, had a begun to come home costantly drunk before he met Sumire. He would even drug himself in occations, since Egypt had few laws against the substances. Tears streamed down her smooth cheeks. Where did she go wrong? It was only a few years ago when he was an innocent boy. Now, he was a wild man, prone to violence and depression. Ishizu couldn't even count how many times he had beaten her while he was drunk. Maybe this woman was the best thing for him...

'She seems to be the only person able to control him but... I just have a bad feeling. I dont trust her. I rather have my brother drunk then with that slut.'

Malik walked over to the door, ready to leave. Ishizu woke from her thought and turned to him, determined to make him stay.

"If walk out that door... I don't want you coming back here. I'll disown you. Are going to risk everything for this woman, Malik. Is she worth it!"

Malik took a deep breath and turned is heaad toward the direction of his sister. He looked straight into her brown eyes. A strange passion stirred within their depths. She broke their gaze. His amyst orbs seemed to pierce her soul. Malik turned around once again. He spoke in a clear, understanding tone before he walked out the door. For that moment in time, he seemed much wiser than his years.

"... Isn't love worth everything?"

He wished he could go back. He wished he could change everthing. Maybe, if he had a second chance, he would've married the woman his father had arranged for him, he would have tried to be happy with her. The more he thought about it, the more he doubted that option. He would have just lived a more tranquil life, studying and keeping Ishizu and Rishido company and if he were luck he would have seen Anzu again, but life didn't turn out that way. He became depressed in his own pain, turning to alcohol and drugs to numb the pain. His loneliness lead him to seek the company of the many women that followed him around. He regreted every moment of his life at this point. Death seemed so welcoming now. Maybe this was the best out come. The pain would stop once and for all.

'But... Death will probably come slow, just to prolong my suffering...'

Slowly, Anzu's life began to return to normal, if such thing exsists. She acted as if Malik had never come back. Mai was the only one who knew what had happened in the past few days, and she wanted to keep it that way. Yuugi and the others didn't need to know. All she had to tell them was that Malik had stopped by to visit and left as fast as he came. She made up a quick story, just in case the asked her. Her eyes had regained their nature appearence after some rest; the tears had left their mark. Eventually she stopped worrying. Days pasted and the guys didn't ask about Malik. It was as if they had forgotten he exsisted. She only hoped, that in time, she would forget, too. Her wishing was cut short with a simple question Yuugi made on afternoon during lunch.

"Hey, Anzu..."

"Hmm."

Both had finished lunch a while ago. Jounouchi and Honda had gone off to take tutoring for an upcoming exam. Anzu was caught up in a very interesting book, "Boys Be" by Masahiro Itabashi. I was a collection of troubled love stories, mostly from the point of view of the man. She had discovered that she could relate to a lot of the women in the book. Yuugi had been soaking up the sun, lying on the grass next to Anzu, who had her back against a tree.

"What happened to Malik?"

Her blood went cold. This was the question she had prepared herself to answer and her she was, hoping it would never come, but it did. She quickly ran through the previouly planned story in her head and closed the book, careful to mark the page she was on. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She hated lying to her friends, but this all seemed so personal. It was eaiser to push it away now that Malik was gone. She turned to Yuugi, giving his a cheerful, yet sorry look, a look she had become an expert at, and spoke in a kind, warm tone.

"He left. I talked to him a few days ago. It seems, he came to take care of some stuff for Ishizu in the museum. He was only here for about a week."

"Hmm."

"What?"

"I wonder... why he didn't stop by to say hello?"

Anzu hesitated. She hadn't expected that response from the Mutou. It is true that he was forgiving and was willing to trust anyone who deserved it, but did he really care about Malik? She had to keep with her story. Yuugi didn't need to know what really happened. She didn't want to remember.

"Maybe, he was busy...?"

She had managed to make her tone sound naive and clueless. She prayed that Yuugi bought it. He didn't, but he didn't show it. He felt Anzu had her reasons to hide the truth; she would tell him eventually and if she didn't, he wouldn't mind. It was her choice. He would be a good friend and bud out, like he done in so many occasions. He only wished that she learned to trust him more. He loved her that much.

"I guess..."

"... Night..."

Her voice was taunting, wanting in away. Sumire layed on Malik, nipping on his left ear. She could feel him shudder under her. He was weak. She like him this way. He was more controlable. Her free hand roamed his chest; her other, held a small dagger behind her back. His body had become unbearably sensitive and her every touch became unbareable tourture. He hated it. Every touch seemed to lead him closer to an erection. He didn't want that. He didn't want to be here now. He struggled under her, trying to break loose. The chains clancked as he jerked them. Sumire pulled herself up, sitting on his waist.

"Relax. I'm not here to take you. You shouldn't pull on those cuffs so much. We wouldn't want you to fracture a wrist or something."

That didn't help. Malik's body only tensed more, if that was even possible. He was scared. She could see it in his eyes. It surprised her to see him letting his emotions take control of him. She didn't show it. After pulling a cigarette out of her pocket and lighting it, she brought the knife infront of her and began to fiddle with it. She couldn't help but smirk when she saw the fear in his features. He became abnormally still, like a staue. All he could do was watch. He wasn't necesseraly afraid of her, but of the sharp blade in her hands. Time seemed to stand still. After what seemed like a lifetime, Sumire looked down at her pet. The only movement that radianted from him as his struggled breathing. She poked his stomach, right above his navel, enjoying the way he wriggled. He sucked in his stomach, making as much space between him and the dagger. Sumire could help but let out a giggle. Malik was so amusing. She traced the blade down his shivering tourso. She seemed to be enjoying herself too much.

"... Why am I... so weak...?"

He was having a hard time breathing and an even harder time speaking. His voice was nothing more than a horse whisper, but she heard him.

"You remember those pills I gave you in the hotel? A friend of mine was nice enough to trade them for injection, since you didn't want to swallow them willingly."

There was a small pause; it took Malik a while to find the strength to speak again.

"What... were they... ?"

She took her time answering and when she did, she sounded proud of her answer.

"The white one was a sedative and the blue one... let's just say I was horny."

He couldn't believe her. Was she that self-centered? Why hadn't he noticed that before? He had been so blind. Sumire saw the look of disgust in his face. She hated that look. She continued, wanting to get to the point of her being here. She took the half smoked cigarette out of her mouth and brought to the ashtray on the side table. Malik couldn't keep his eye off it. Being here so long, however long it was, made him realize how addicted his body was to niccotine. If he ever got loose, he was deffinitly going to quit. A soft voice woke him from his thoughts.

"I noticed you cut your arm. Where you trying to erase the mark I gave you?"

He didn't answer. He was to scared. Her voice sounded innocent to an extent. She continued, seeing as he wasn't going to answer.

"Well, either way... I'm going to have to mark you again. You belong to me, after all. Now, stay still."

For the first time, Malik noticed the bandages, that once adored his arm, were gone. A huge scar was in its place, a scar that he, himself, had caused. When he had managed to get away from Sumire and back to Domino, he had cut deep into his arm, trying to erase the distinctive mark she had given him. It wasn't digusting or imbarassing; it accually looked like a tattoo, but it haunted him. It was a small demotic black-winged sun. She found it appropriate because of his Egyptian background. The stange symbol represented the night, its counterpart, the white-winged sun, was day. It had been a very elaborite carving into his skin and the fact that he ruined it disappointed her. Didn't he like her artistic skills? Either way, it would take awhile to redraw it and she was willing to do that. He was the one who was going to be in pain for his stupid mistake. She decided not to drug him, more than he was; she wanted it to hurt. Sumire leaned in and turned his arm to an angle so the side that usually face outward was facing her. The position was very uncomfortable for Malik, considering his hands were chained above his head. She slowly began to draw onto his skin, making sure to put in all the details that were once there. Malik bit down on his lip hard, trying to hold back a scream. It didn't help hold back the tears. The streamed down the sides of his face. By the time she had finished, which had taken around half an hour, the wound was deep and the sheets were covered in his blood. Malik was at his limit. The blood loss had drained him more than the drugs had.

"... W-Why...?"

Sumire could see the exsution in his face. She slid over him and gently kissed his lips. They had been together for so long. Didn't he know? She traced the blade over the unnoticable scar on his cheek, causing him to wince. Fresh blood trickled down his face. A scar over a scar. She licked the crimson liquid off of his golden skin and looked straight into his frightened, amyst eyes. Her own hazel orbs held a strange, deadly affection in their depths.

"... Because... I love you."

'Ta loca la puta! -Cough- Anyway... Umm... Oh! I remember! I found out in English class that Ishtar, the real one, was accually one of the ancient fertility godesses of Mesopoamia and Canaan dat's in Egypt, right? O.o. You think Takahashi-sensei did that on purpose? ...Who knows? I decided to make the next few chapters longer, since I finally got to the main plot. 'Guess I got a bit sidetracked, huh? I'm dumb that way. Oh, first line in the A/N says: "she's crazy, the whore" in Spanish I'm Dominican. Republica Dominicana! Yea! throws a fist in the air or somethin' like that. "Boys Be" is not a real book, but it is a graphic novel and Masahiro Itabashi is or are the authors. I don't know if their seperate names. They sound like separte names... Well...

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Legacy of Darkness