Chains

A Yugioh Fanfiction

Chapter 9: On a Leash

By: Legacy of Darkness

Genre: Romance/Angst

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

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO. That's all I gotta say.

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?

Legacy: Stupid writer's block! Stupid! Stupid! (bangs her head on the desk) Go away!... Ugh...

Malik: Oh... my... God... -.-'

Legacy: No, wait! I think I got it!

Malik: Finally!

Legacy: ... Nope, lost it... Wait! Wait! It came back!

Malik: oO ... XD

Legacy: ... Don't laugh... oww, ma' head!... (pout.)

"You feelin' better?"

The last thing she was expecting and exactly the right thing to say. Anzu looked up into not-so-cold eyes. Seto's expression had softened for some unknown reason, but she liked him better this way. She could talk to him and he wouldn't argue. She had never known him to be this way. To her, all he cared about was himself, his company, and his little brother, Mokuba. The younger Kaiba was nothing like his older brother when it came to personality. He was just as ambitious and slick, but he wasn't cold. Stubborn, maybe, but not cold. He had to be the most lovable kid she had ever met.

"Yea... thanks."

Seto nodded. What else did she expect? This 'moment' required human feeling, something she was sure the Kaiba was not good at expressing. The two had ended up in the park somehow, which was only a short walk from Domino High. They were sitting on a bench overlooking the lake. Anzu had stopped crying a while ago, but the situation seemed so akward. Seto had never seen Anzu cry, never. She was always so confident and cheerful. It was disgusting, but he had gotten used to it. He hated seeing her hurt, but why...?

"What happened?"

Anzu's eyes shot open in surprise. Seto had turned his gaze to the setting sun. Even though he didn't show it, this was the first time in a long time that he had felt so calm. He didn't even remember the last time he watched the sun set. Anzu was slowly changing him, no matter how much he hated to admit it.

'... He really cares... '

"I told you. It's personal."

"I don't care."

There was a short pause before Anzu could answer. It took her a while to process his words. He did care. What other explaination was there?

"I..."

'Should I tell him the truth?'

"Anzu."

"I saw Malik the other day and--"

"That's it? That's what you're so upset about?"

She gave him a look that shut him up on the spot. Her eyes screamed: 'Let me finish!' Seto seemed to shrink almost immediatly, but recovered just as fast. That moment he learned never to interupt Anzu when she was serious about something. She could get scary.

"Like I was saying, I saw Malik the other day and... and, well, he used me... "

"You two didn't--"

"Of course not!"

Silence. Bright cerulean met cold ice. Seto's expression was serious. The look in his eyes gave Anzu the impression that he wanted to kill Malik and would, given the chance. Anzu prayed that that never happened. Malik used her, but she loved him, even though she hated to admit it. He took her heart and stomped it, crashing all her hopes of true happiness. She had always dreamed of love. To think she would fall for someone who threatened to dominate her completely, her body, her mind, her soul. The light always craves the shadows.

"... Where is he now?"

"I don't know. With Sumire, I guess."

"That's why you asked about Kurosaki."

She nodded. Seto way connecting the dots on his own, joining the event together, even if he was missing bits and pieces of information. Anzu, herself, had done the same thing. She wasn't even sure what Malik's relation was to the older woman. All she knew was that he lived with Sumire and that he had hurt her. She slowly looked up at the Kaiba sitting next to her. Maybe he was her refuge, her shelter. Maybe he would help her forget. All she had to do was try.

'Thank you, Kaiba--no, Seto. I promise to help you open up as well.'

Two months. Most of Malik's wounds had healed by now, the physical ones, at least. He was still in some sort of shock. It wasn't that he didn't responed to the world around him. It was the fact that there was no emotion behind his clouded eyes. He had shut down completely. Wondering around the mansion had become a common pastime. He would follow his dog-wolf most of the day and, strangley enough, he would lead him to the places Malik had accustomed himself to go to be alone. Osoishi, or slow death, was of a beautiful creature of an unknown breed. His fur was as dark as the shadows, themselves, and his blood red eyes held a deep wisdom in their depths. He was much larger then a normal dog, but not as big as a wolf. He was young, about two years old. Malik had found him in an alley in Cairo about a year and a half ago, with injuries that he thought where beyond healing, thus the name Osoishi. In time, the pup healed, but kept his name, which became a symbol of his master's pain, his desire. Malik knew he should have given his pet an Egyptian name, but for some strange reason the dog had come to understand Japanese better then either ancient Egyptian or modern Arabic. The Ishtar assumed that he was of Japanese origin and gave him a name in the corresponding language.

"... Osoishi?"

Emotionless, but it didn't matter. The black creature seemed to sense his master's confusion. The two had developed a strange connection. Maybe it was the remaining magic left in Malik's body from his Sennen Rod, for once one has come to control a Sennen Item, its presence never left. That leftover magic was the reason the shadows manifested around him when his emotions swayed, something he had come to discover during his few weeks of confinment; those weeks that he had spent chained to his own bed. Osoishi had lead Malik down to the main floor, something he never did. They usually made their way to some abandoned room or a hidden spot of the estate, but a place so common and open? Never. Osoishi looked up at his master with knowing eyes. The Egyptian gave a soft nod and the black dog slowly slipped into the room. He didn't follow, just looked through the ajar door. Sumire was in the room speaking with a strange man. He was a blonde, Japanese man, tall and sophisticated. His eyes were a strange shade of silver, under thin glasses. Malik, instantly, reconized this man as the doctor that had treated him not long ago and still kept tabs on him. Murasaki Hisoka seemed to be of great confindence to his Mistress. The conversation seemed distant to Malik, since the study was so huge and the two were on the other side of the room. He averted his gaze and let himself slid down to the floor aganist the adjacent wall. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing whatever magic was left inside him. His connection with Osoishi wasn't just emotional. With a good amount of practice, Malik had learned to use that connection to his advantage, turning it into so much more. The problem was that it took a lot out of him and Osoishi, being as smart as he was, also saw advantages in this... 'link.' Somehow, the large dog had entered the room unnoticed and had taken a seat in a dark corner of the room, close enough to over-hear but far enough not to be seen. His dark fur helped conseal him and his sharp eyes helped him see through the darkness. It was enough. Once Malik's mind had cleared, he saw a perfect image of the study through Osoishi's eyes. It was practicly the same he had seen from the door, only closer and from a different angle. He blocked out the image and focused on what he heard. His sight blurred, but the words that were spoken flowed clearly into his mind, as if he were the one in the room, sitting in the shadows.

"... Well, I agree. Moving to the city would be a good idea. Malik needs to interact with others then you, me, and the staff. I would help him recover."

'This is what you're wasting what little energy I have on!'

A strong tug in the back of his mind told him to listen. Osoishi had also learned how to nag at his master's conscience. Sometimes, he wondered how the dog had grown so goddamn smart.

"Yes. I want to go back to Tokyo, Domino perfearably, but I'm still worried about that Mizaki girl. You know, the one I told you about? I'm scared Malik will get some sort of reaction if he sees her again and tell her everthing that's happened in the last two months."

'... Apricot... She's right. I'd tell you everthing, if I could...'

"That's the last thing we need right now, not that I agree with your methods. You wouldn't be in this mess if you had been passive with him."

"Oh, please. I sure that if it were up to you, he'd still be in bed, tramataized."

Murasaki let out a soft chuckle.

"At least, it would have only taken one night to disipline him."

It was Sumire's turn to laugh. Malik hated that laugh. It was the same one he had fallen for so long ago. He understood perfectly what Murasaki meant with his little comment. The Ishtar wasn't sure weither the doctor was straight, gay, or bi, but he did know that the guy was a sadistic bastard who would do anything to get his way. He didn't seem to care weither his victim was male or female. Malik, himself, had had an unwanted experience with the older man. Murasaki had tried to push himself on him and if it hadn't been for Sumire, maybe he would have gone all the way. That moment, his doctor became scarier then the shadows or even his own yami, the one who controled his body and made him do things against his will.

"What do you plan to do with the boy, anyway, Sumire? He isn't going to put up with this forever. He's been more rebelious, lately. I doubt he won't start fighting back."

A short silence. It was at times like these that Malik wished he had developed his skills better. If he focused his vision, he wouldn't be able to hear as clearly. He had no choice but to wait.

"... Just give the papers, so I can sign them."

That was it. Malik let his hearing dull and focused the little energy he had on Osoishi's eyes. He could already feel the strain in his chest. Sumire was sitting at the desk, Murasaki on the oppisite side. She was signing various papers. From where the hound was sitting, it was impossible to see what they were for. Murasaki kept his eyes on her as she scribbled her signature, as if it brought some great intrest to him. Then he turned. Malik froze. He found himself staring straight into gastly, silver eyes. His body shivered as if a cold wind had hit him in the chest. He sevred his link with Osoishi, his breath heavy. He quickly stood up and ran down the empty halls. Murasaki knew. The Egyptian didn't know how, but he knew and for the first time in three months, Malik felt. He felt... scared.

"Osoishi, get out of that room, now. Murasaki... He knows you're there."

Malik made his way to his room on the second floor, mentally sending orders to his dog on the way. Even though he tried to keep his emotions under control, he knew he had let his fear slip into Osoishi's mind. Once in his room, Malik let himself slump on his bed, face up. His fear and the strain from the mind link had begun to catch up. He felt unbearable tired and weak. Sleep threatened to consume him, and he began to let his conscienceness slip away. The door opened slowly, silently. Malik could feel the light from the outside hall hit him. The door closed just as fast and silent, so he assumed Osoishi had made it back safely. He felt the bed move under him, under the weight of a new precence. It shifted too much. Malik slowy opened his eyes, snapping them open when he realized who was looming over him: the last person he wanted to see.

"Though you could get away with eavesdropping, huh?"

He couldn't answer. Fear consumed his shaking body. He couldn't even avert his eyes. Lavender stared straight into clear silver. Murasaki leaned in, closer, so that his lips were only centimeters from Malik's parted ones.

"... You should be punished."

Malik shuttered. Murasaki's voice was low and husky. He had wanted his way with the Egyptian for a while and now he was getting his chance.

"... P-Please, don't."

"And let you walk away without learning your lesson? I don't think so."

A strong hand felt it way over Malik's golden skin and wrapped around his waist. Murasaki pressed his body against the smaller boy and picked a spot on his neck to nip at. He squrimed, struggling to get free. It only excited his attacker more. He was stripped quickly and effortlessly, considering the older man's strength. Malik screamed as felt Murasaki's manhood pressed up against his inner thigh. His legs had been forced up, around the doctor's waist and his hands aganist his sides, since the other had his arms wapped around his body. Screams echoed in the room as Murasaki forced himself inside of his victim. After what seemed like forever, Malik's body slumped back, almost lifeless, as the blonde man lifted himself off of his prey. The boy was indeed a fun toy, even if he was a bit stubborn. Pain shot through the Ishtar's body. Even the tears that fell from his eyes hurt. Murasaki, now dressed, turned to look at the abused boy. He leaned in once again, stroking his cheek with his thumb. Disgust took over Malik's features on contact. A kiss was placed on his forehead and a bottle of pills in his hand.

"These should numb the pain. Don't take more then one at a time. We wouldn't want you to die from an overdose. Oh, and don't mention this little... 'inccedent' to your mistress. It won't suit either of us."

Malik's vision blurred as the pain consumed his body. Conscienceness slipped away slowly. The shadows grew thick, like a deep fog, as he fell into a deep sleep. Murasaki smiled as he noticed the darkness building around him. He took one of Malik's cigarettes from the night stand and brought it gently to his lips, lighting it. With all these smokers around him, no wonder the boy had picked up the bad habit.

'I knew there was something special about you.'

"Where were you yesterday?"

Malik sat on the edge of his mistress's bed, playing an innocent act. He had woken up the next day, refusing to take the pills is doctor had left him. For all he knew, Murasaki could have been trying to do to him the same thing Sumire did: drug him and not in the good, no-more-pain kind of way. He would just have to deal with it and suck it up. Sumire had way still getting ready, as it was around nine in the morning. This was early for both of them, especially Malik, who, long before he met Sumire, had fallen into the bad habit of waking up around noon if not later. With his night life he had no other choice but to sleep in. He hadn't gotten much rest the night before, for the nightmares wouldn't leave him at peace.

"Well, after I signed the papers Hisoka brought for the apartment claims and he came to check on you... He did come check on you, didn't he?"

He nodded. What else was he supposed to do? Murasaki had threatened him, if what he said could be considered a threat. It didn't matter the man had raped him and given the chance would probably do it again.

"Alright then. I went to the city to take of some things. Moving from a manor in the middle of nowhere to a city like Tokyo takes some work, you know. But don'y worry, in a few days, we'll be back in the city, in our own apartment."

There was a short pause. Sumire went on applying her makeup, as a thought came to Malik.

"What part of Tokyo are we going to exactly?"

"... Domino."

An other pause. Malik had alreadly known this; he overheard it the day before, but he felt he had to make sure. He didn't want to bump into Anzu again, not after what he did, how he pushed her away. He had been a coward. He admitted it, but she probably hated him, even though it ha been over two moths since he last saw her. The problem was that he did want to see her again, but he didn't really. He cleared his mind. He was confusing himself.

"... Oh, okay."

Sumire stood up from her dressing table and walked over to her pet. He had become much more passive and calm after his punishment, but not trully dominated. It was as if he were willy to go along with anything his mistress said, as long as it suited him or didn't affect him at all. Sometimes the pet does manipulate the master. She cupped his check and lifted his face so she was looking straight into is lavender eyes. She fell in love with those eyes. They were deep and beautiful, but at the moment, clouded and distant.

"You look pale. Maybe you should go back to sleep."

Again he nodded. She was right.

"Wait! I have something for you. I can't believe I almost forgot."

Malik perked up. He didn't particularly love getting presents, but it felt good to get one every once in a while. Sumire giggled at his reaction and walked over to the nightstand and picked up a small bag. She wasn't expecting his to get too excited over this. She took out a black collar from the bag, an amused smile on her face. Malik gave her a look as if she had grown another head.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't plan to tie you to a tree or something. I just thought it would look cute, that's all."

"You serious?"

He was honstly asking that question. Sumire let out a crystaline laugh and proceded in putting it around Malik's neck, loose enough not to chock him, but tight enough so that it didn't hang off his neck.

"Yes, I'm serious. Now, go. Get some sleep."

Malik, instead of going to his own room, made himself comfortable on Sumire's bed. Lucky, the bed was still undone, since the maid hadn't stopped by and she never did the bed herself. Money does that to people. He closed his eyes. He needed this. The pain had died down a bit by now, helping him relax. He could feel the collar on his neck and for that one instant he realized Sumire just wanted him to know his place.

Malik: -.-'... You bitch.

Legacy: What did I do!

Malik: ... A collar! And I get raped by a perverted, sadistic doctor! A guy doctor! I should kill you... You know what? I'm out of here. Call me when you fix this mess. (walks away)

Legacy: Nuuu Maallllik! Come back!... Good for nothing spoiled brat...

Malik: (distant)... I heard that!

Legacy: Meep. O.O

!Review!... I hope Malik comes back...

Legacy of Darkness