Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Yugioh
Author's Note: This is honestly my worst chapter. And I spent the most time on this... Couldn't get it right for some reason. Neways, skip over it if you want to.
Also, I can't guarantee the update tomorrow. I doubt I'll have time to type anything up.
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I had figured out why only four out of more than two hundred duelists made it to the castle. Nobody would duel against somebody who they know they'd lose against. As soon as they see that you have a lot of star chips, they'll run from you.
So, to get ten star chips in less than 24 hours, I need strategies. In other words, I need Ryou. He looks weak enough that those pathetic excuse for a duelist would line up to duel him.
I went back into my soul room, looking for Ryou. He wasn't there, must have went back to his room. I opened the door, stepping into an endless corridor. Ryou's room was opposite to my own, with a teddy bear on the door. It would have looked much cuter if limbs weren't ripped off, and the head didn't have half a human eyeball popping out. Looked almost gothic. I expected that on Yami Bakura's room, not Ryou's.
I knocked, nobody answered. Nothing stirred in the room. I thought Ryou was sleeping, but I decided to wake him up anyways so that he could challenge duelists for me.
I pushed the door open with some difficulty, expecting Ryou to be curled up in a dozen stuffed animals. A coppery smell greeted me: obviously fresh blood. I never knew Ryou had a vampire side to him. And I soon found out, he didn't.
The room looked large enough to be a football field, waist-deep in blood, whichever stuffed animals that hadn't rot yet floated on top, while the rotten ones sunk to the bottom of the room. The rest of the room is filled with a series of torture devices: looks fascinating. I never knew humans could get this creative. Ryou was stranded on a tiny rock in the middle, hugging his legs and shivering to the cold. Occasionally, a wave would drench him from head to toe; he stayed motionless, doing nothing to avoid it.
I half walked half swam to his rock, with his eyes following me vacantly. Seeing me climbing up, he whimpered, scurrying away from me.
"Ryou…" What do you say in a situation like this, 'I'm sorry I raped you?' Instead I dragged him over and sat him in my lap.
He hesitated, and then started grinding his hips against me. I rolled my eyes.
"Ryou, stay still." I hugged him closer, wrapping my coat around both of us. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay?"
He nodded, "thanks," he croaked out.
"Thanks?" I was speechless. Not to be hurt is really all he ever asked for, but he never got that from Yami Bakura.
"Thanks Yami, for this moment of solace." He shifted his body to look at me, started talking in a sudden rush of boldness. "You're wrong you know." I blinked, no, I really didn't know. "It's better to have known heaven, even if you do throw me back into hell later."
I blinked some more. Ryou leaned back against my arms, nuzzling my chest. "So, thank you Yami, for this minute." He seemed to be enjoying himself, but I really couldn't say the same. We were both drenched in blood, and the room temperature here is about five degrees.
"Ryou," I shook him gently, "is your room always like this?"
He shook his head. "In the winter, it usually snows here, and all the blood freezes over. Or it becomes warmer and the ice melts (I just noticed that we were sitting on ice), and I can't sleep for days."
I couldn't help but ask, "So why do you live? Most people would have committed suicide years ago."
He actually smiled. Not the ones I've become so used to faking, but a genuine smile. "For the happiness in life, for moments like this." He pecked me on the cheek. I patted his hair, making him look down so that he wouldn't see the blush on my face.
"As long as you do as I ask, I'll never hurt you again." I promised, expecting him to be ecstatic. He looked at me with a solemn look.
"I won't help you hurt my friends, no matter what." He finally gathered enough courage to talk back to me. "You can't do whatever you want to me, but I won't let you hurt anybody else." He looked at me with a childlike persistence; his quivering lips betrayed his fear.
"Relax, I won't ask you to hurt anybody. But other than that, you have to do whatever I say." I guess we weren't thinking on the same terms. I wanted him to cook and do the laundry, not to murder (that's my job).
"Really?" he finally looked away, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief "You really won't hurt me anymore?" His voice was filled with such hope and apprehension. I immediately affirmed his query.
He smiled, and it was like the heavens opened up. I could almost hear the angels sing. He looked not handsome, not hot, not even attractive, but with a celestial beauty seemed to be beyond this earth. An angel wandering the earth till the time comes for his departure.
I can understand why Yami Bakura wanted to chain him to earth, to taint this purity until it becomes mortal again. My eyes wondered across the room, pausing on each of the 'instruments' Ryou knew of, half of which I couldn't even guess how to use. Feeling Ryou looking at me again, I looked away.
"Ahem. Um… Let's get you out of here first" I suggested.
Ryou nodded slightly, clinging onto my neck like a koala bear. With some difficulty, I waded through the waters and got Ryou on my bed across the corridor. He was already half-asleep, but insisted on clinging to my arm. I took my shirt off and he decidedly hugged that instead. Sighing, I went out the room.
I guess I can't count on him to lure anybody anymore. I'll have to start looking for Pegasus' staff, whatchamacallit, like that guy, Panik… It should be easy, especially since I'll be brainwashing all of them.
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If I update tomorrow, it'll be at around 8pm: most likely I won't, but if I don't, I'll make up for it on Friday.