The Painter. Chapter 2: The Legends of The City.
A/N: his might be disturbing. Very disturbing. This includes a completely psychotic Bakura and Dark Magician x Yugi mature content. So, read at your own risk.
Yugi was really concerned about Bakura,he put his phone away and said to his brother that he had forgotten something in the university before running off and not waiting for his brother to say anything. He didn't have a high stamina like his well-built brother, but this was an emergency, so he reached the park in no time. He looked around, not finding Ryou yet.
"Bakura-kun? Where are you?", he called out, hoping that the other was still conscious to hear his calls and maybe react to them.
Suddenly, he felt two strong arms wrap around him and turned his head to see no one else but Bakura, grinning at him manically.
"Right behind you, Yugi-kun~", the taller male purred, then added "You are so nice, helping your rival out.."
"Rival? But you are much better than me, Bakura-kun.", the teen said with an insecure smile.
Upon that, the silver-haired teen growled and threw Yugi against a tree, causing him to hiss in pain.
"Better than you? I can fool myself too, you know.", the taller teen said, pulling out a rope which he had used as a reference earlier. "There are two works of yours in the city museum and the critics tell that these give them a 'Ray of Hope in heard times'"
Backing off a little upon seeing his course mate get so mad, the smaller teen asked in a wavering voice: "W-What are you planning to do with the rope?"
"Make sure that my dye won't get wasted. Because it's you, Yugi, you get to see the secret of my paintings.", the other replied, approaching the teen and pulling him close before binding his rival to the nearby tree and pulling out a small scalpel and a dye container.
Understanding where that headed, the shorter of the two started to struggle, shivering in fear. He feared blades more than anything.
"You're a smart one. But you have brought yourself into this position. And even if you try to scream, here is no one around to save you. People fear this place, especially at night. You do know the legends, right, Yugi?", he said, starting to cut the vein on his wrist, following the trail up to open it completely up to his shoulder and licking his lips as blood started flowing out.
This action caused the other to scream in pain, tears welling up in the amethyst eyes of the boy. It was music in Ryou's ears. And the perfectly red blood that he gathered would make a beautiful painting. He saw that his rival was close to passing out due to loss of blood and he slapped across the other's face, to keep him awake.
Yugi groaned in pain and opened one eye weakly, which gave the silver-haired teen an idea. He pressed a cloth onto the wound, making the teen below him hiss.
"Yugi, you know, I thought I shouldn't kill you. Instead... you shall draw my paintings. With your own blood."
With that, the taller of the two cut the rope and picked the limp body of the other up, having no effort of doing so due to how much blood he had taken from the boy. He didn't feel any guilt, no. He even felt like a hero for sparing the boy's life like that. He felt good for knowing that he had defeated his rival. It felt good to know that nobody would suspect him. Nobody ever suspected him of anything because he was the goody-two-shoes type of boy on the outside. Not that anyone ever tried to understand his real nature, anyway. Carrying the boy through the park, he never noticed a pair of blue eyes watching him from the shadows.
After returning home, he put the by now unconscious teen down onto the floor and sighed. That would be a bother to have him here. He would have to give him food so that he wouldn't die before he finished the painting. And he hated caring for others. He put up a canvas on an easel and put a chair in front of it before picking the boy up again and setting him down onto the chair before tieing his waist and legs to the chair. With that done, he went over to a nearby couch and sat down on it. He had to gather all his patience in order not to hit the boy again. How did he dare to fall unconscious? That little brat would pay dearly for making him wait. To make the time pass faster, he started playing a video game when he heard a knock on the door.
Sighing in annoyance, he got up and peeked through the window at the person who was standing in front of the door. Usually, the lanterns would give enough lights to see the people at the front door, but the lanterns seemed to be out of order. He shook his head and got back to playing the game, ignoring the further knocks. He wouldn't let any person he didn't know in, especially with his course mate being held captive by him. He glanced over to the small hostage of his, noticing that his eyelids were slowly opening.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty. Care to get to work right away?", he asked, standing up and walking up behind Yugi, resting his chin on the other's head. Before the shorter could speak, the silver-haired teen continued: "See? I already set up an easel and a canvas for you. Now, would you be so kind to draw? I don't want to have to force you."
Still a bit groggy from his sleep, the amethyst-eyed teen didn't realize the situation he was in. He looked at the canvas in confusion.
"W-What exactly do you expect me to do?", he asked, trying to move, but instantly letting out a hiss of pain.
Then the whole situation came back to his mind and he looked over to his arm, as if looking for proof. He was shocked to see that his arm was indeed covered in blood. His eyes widened in fear and he shivered, much to Bakura's delight.
"Draw your funeral. But don't draw yourself completely recognizable. I don't want any mess with the police and you sure don't want to be on bad terms with me.", he said, handing the boy the pigments and the brushes before pulling the tri-colored hair back violently and binding it into a ponytail.
With shaking hands, the younger started to sketch on the canvas and hummed, deciding to be blunt enough to ask the taller male something, just to keep up a conversation. He had never worked in silence.
"Bakura-kun? Mind telling me about the Domino city square park legends while I'm working?"
The silver-haired boy was caught off-guard by that question, but then just laughed "What, you really don't know about them? They are just myths, but anyway. It is told that there are creatures lurking in the forest part of the park, especially at night and-"
He never got to finish the sentence because a deep voice said under a chuckle: "Calling us creatures is not very nice, murderer. I have come to shatter your soul and mind and make you pay for your crimes."