Why Me?

Chapter 4

(Nightfall at Isis's Residence)

Bakura stood over Marik glaring daggers. The latter had earlier gotten into a fight with Isis and flung her out the house. Bakura who had arrived minutes earlier heard what happened and kicked open the locked door. After punching Marik in the gut and calling a locksmith, he dragged Marik to the reading room and flung him on the couch.

"Why shouldn't I kill you?" Bakura demanded, "your sister's twenty, in fact no, Malik's sister's twenty and you a physical manifestation of his past hatred and a cheap ass clone should have more respect for her."

"Why do you care?" Marik demanded covering his stomach.

"Because I feel like it," Bakura said darkly.

Marik chuckled.

"I said something funny?" Bakura asked.

Marik's laughter ceased.

"The person who you were manifested from, Isis's brother," Bakura started, "is having a very hard time," he stated, "you are only making it harder by behaving badly and stressing Isis out."

"But why didn't they rape me?" Marik asked, "they lock me in some tiny room and repeatedly raped Malik."

"You'd rather be the raped twins?" Bakura asked frankly.

"We're not twins," Marik said softly.

"But the public thinks so," Bakura countered, "and since your seventeen-year old counterpart is a year older than mine (Ryou)," he said, "you like me should behave with more sense," he told Marik.

"You share a body with your counterpart," Marik said bitterly, "you'd never understand."

"That what?" Bakura demanded, "you'll never have to go to the bathroom together?"

"I knew…" Marik started.

"Sharing one body won't make rape a pleasure fest," Bakura snapped.

"I could've protected him!" Marik exploded, "I could've…he'd be normal," he said his voice breaking.

"He is normal," Bakura said, "he's just temporarily…"

"What retarded?" Marik demanded, "you see him," he said, "he's nothing like his real self."

"And you think you behaving like a hoodlum helps?" Bakura countered, "yes he's practically non-responsive and shakes almost all the time when conscious," he admits, "but he moves and as rare as it is, he talks."

"Come on Bakura," Marik persisted, "your usual self wouldn't be so nice," he pointed out.

"I'm here as a counsellor and a friend," Bakura stated, "only when you go hoodlum does my anger go beyond that door."

Marik snorted.

"I'm going to see Malik," Bakura said turning to leave.

"Wait," Marik said.

"What?" Bakura asked.

"Could you…counsel me?" Marik asked him.

"I counsel…" Bakura started.

"I lied when I said no one came into the room," Marik revealed, "one of them did."

Bakura's lips became a thin line.

"He said that if I co-operated I wouldn't have it as bad as Malik," Marik revealed, "he said if I didn't he'd have Malik killed and leave me to explain it to the cops."

"Did you see the guy's face?" Bakura asked.

Marik nodded.

"You lied to police," Bakura pointed out.

"I had to, he had Malik's cell," Marik explained.

Bakura's eyes widened.

"I have to call Joey," Bakura said walking quickly towards the door.

"He dry humped me," Marik said quickly looking ashamed.

Bakura froze.

"I know it doesn't compare to Malik's ordeal since he didn't take off any clothes but…" Marik continued.

"Its sexual assault," Bakura interrupted, "I counsel victims of that."

Marik nodded.

Bakura walked out the reading room. Then he froze.

With a look of horror not too far away was Malik.

"Malik," Bakura said carefully, "don't freak out…"

Malik screamed.

(Meanwhile at Joey's Apartment)

"There's nothing else you can tell us?" Detective Chris Jones asked the blonde teenager.

Joey shook his head.

Detective Jones sighed.

The kid's scared. – Detective Jones

Ms. Wheeler quickly walked over to her son and hugged him.

"I think he's answered enough questions," Ms. Wheeler said firmly.

"Of course," Detective Jones said respectfully.

Just then there were shouts from several officers.

"You can't come in here!"

"Get him!"

Soon Tristan was in the room standing before a horrified Joey.

"They're threatening me too," Tristan revealed, "Yugi called me with the news," he added.

"But they…" Joey started.

"They took pics of my mom earlier today and sent it to us," Tristan spoke, "and…pictures of you."

Joey froze.

"Um, what…what kind of pictures?" Joey asked.

"Pictures of you unconscious wearing the same clothes you wore to my party," Tristan told him.

Thank god, I thought I was naked. – Joey

"Do you have the photos?" Detective Jones asked.

Tristan handed the envelop to him.

"My mother has a few of them," Tristan told the detective, "she's really freaked out."

"We'll take your number and talk to her," Detective Jones stated.

Tristan nodded.

"Um Tris…" Joey started.

"I'm sorry I didn't visit you sooner," Tristan said suddenly.

"What?" Joey asked.

"I should've been there while you were in the hospital," Tristan expanded, "I'm a horrible friend."

Joey couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You must've been torn up not seeing me," Tristan said, "probably thought I blamed you," he added.

Joey looked away.

"But I understand," Tristan said, "I'm a lousy best friend," he said ashamed.

"No you're not," Joey said, "I am."

Tristan looked at Joey incredulously.

"The others tried to explain your absence but I wouldn't listen," Joey said softly, "I should've had more faith in you," he told Tristan, "I'm the bad guy, not you," he concluded.

"Neither of you are the bad guy," Detective Jones spoke up, "the only bad guy here are these rapists."

"How many of them were there?" Tristan asked.

Joey looked a way.

"M…M…More than five," Joey revealed.

"WHAT!" Tristan shouted.

"Kid you have to tell me everything you know," Detective Jones said seriously, "if there's that many of them, they can rape people separately when on their own," he added.

"You think they do that?" Joey asked fearfully.

"Would you put it past them?" Detective Jones asked frankly.

"Oh god," Joey said, "how many could they have raped…"

"I don't know," Detective Jones said, "but judging by your age and stature I doubt this is their first time doing this."

Joey gulped.

"Joey, phone," Ms. Wheeler said.

Joey felt like he suddenly got electrocuted.

"It's that Bakura guy," Ms. Wheeler told him.

"Oh, um, coming," Joey said getting up.

"How did he get your number?" Tristan whispered.

"I don't know," Joey whispered back.

Detective Jones didn't bother to ask why they were whispering.

"Joey here," Joey said.

"Do you own a cell phone?" Bakura asked seriously.

Joey froze where he stood.

"My cell?" Joey croaked.

"Great they got yours too," Bakura said.

"They…wait…you know who did this?" Joey asked incredulously.

"No!" Bakura shouted, "I mean…there's something I'm just trying to figure out," he told Joey.

"Like what?" Joey asked.

Bakura didn't answer.

"Bakura," Joey said.

"There's…a commonality with you and someone else," Bakura revealed.

"WHAT!" Joey shouted.

"It happened before they got to you and I've got to go," Bakura said quickly, "great he's screaming again," he muttered as he hung up.

Joey dropped the phone.

The noise brought both his mother and Tristan to where he was. Detective Jones soon followed.

"Joey, what's wrong?" Tristan asked.

"There's someone else," Joey said blankly, "before me, they got someone else."

"Who?" Detective Jones demanded.

"I don't know," Joey said honestly, "I…I don't think he's taking it too well," he revealed.

"Wait, is it this Bakura person?" Detective Jones asked.

"NO!" Joey shouted.

Tristan looked

"I saw that young man," Ms. Wheeler spoke up, "I honestly don't think anyone would touch him."

Even my mother knows he has a scary dark side. – Joey

"Why?" Detective Jones asked, "is he ugly, weird,…"

"He's scary," Tristan interrupted, "you'd sooner jump Jason X than him."

"Whoo," Detective Jones said, "he must be scary then," he agreed.

"Anyway I think I person is someone he counsels," Joey continued, "I doubt he'd like that I told you this," he added.

"Yeah counsellors are like that," Detective Jones agreed, "very protective of their charges most of them."

I'm dead. – Joey

End Chapter 4

I will only have Joey in none first perspective sometimes. This is to help readers to see the story in a wider focus despite his presence (or absence). I plan to complete this before November. A thank you to past reviewers and those who do so now.