Hey, just to let you know after I update the third chapter I'll probably be updating really slowly... I just had chapters 1-3 already written up.

By the way, I forgot to mention last chapter: I don't own Yugioh. How unfortunate for us all...

Treachery

Chapter Two: Marked and Destroyed

I crawled quietly out from between them when I awoke and headed quietly down the stairs. The house was empty and quiet as I made my way over to the forgotten TV. I switched it off and then looked at my Ring sitting on the device with the Puzzle. I decided I wanted to be fully dressed before talking with my Yami… I didn't want to tell him anything just yet.

So I gathered all of my clothes and slipped them on then I want to the kitchen to get a quick glass of water. I nearly choked when I heard soft footsteps padding along the floor upstairs and down to where I was. I didn't waste time getting to the front door and thrusting it wide open to the sound of merrily jingling bells. I took a step forward but the next thing I knew I was on the ground looking up at Yami. He brushed some silvery strands of hair from his fingers before kneeling down next to me. I rubbed the back of my head where he had grasped and moved away from him very slowly.

Yami placed on hand on my shoulder to prevent me from scooting away and he used the other to stroke my hair as a sort of apology, "You must stay for breakfast." He talked as if nothing had happened between us, "Yugi wanted to make you breakfast for being such good company." He took my hands in his and pulled me back onto my feet, "Go have a shower and I'll get Yugi to make breakfast." I nodded and made my way up to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and leant against it. No sooner had I things started to crash down on me and I cried. I slid to the floor with my face in my hands and sobbed for nearly ten minuets wondering what I would do. How could I tell Bakura, and what would he think? Would he believe I'm not worth his time now that Yami's tainted me? 'Bakura's not like that.' I told myself. He cared; he just cared for me like I was his brother. How do I go about telling Bakura? I could just come out and tell him, but he'd get angry and try and kill Yami; and who knows how that would end. I could convince him not to kill Yami, right? Perhaps not, Yami's already on Bakura's list of 'People to kill.' And I think that just might make Yami even more of a target than before. Then there was the question: what would my fr—my rapists think? Would they all team up against Bakura and leave me with nothing?

I decided to shove those thoughts from my mind and I stood up shedding my clothes. I nearly jumped when there came a harsh bang on the door. I shook slightly as I forced a reply, "Yes?" I didn't sound half as bad as I thought I would, but my voice did crack slightly.

"Hurry up, Ryou! I need to use the shower too!" Malik yelled in a rather scolding voice, I edged from the door watching it carefully as if he would magically come though the door like Bakura used to do to scare me.

"Ryou! Did you hear me?" Malik seemed to demand that I answer him, but I couldn't find my voice. Malik was just so frightening right now.

"Malik!" Yugi huffed childishly; one could picture him with his hands on his hips trying to look threatening, "Leave him alone."

"What?" Malik demanded indignantly, "He's acting like an idiot!" It's not as if we hurt him or anything! Besides, it would be Yami's fault if he were too rough with—HEY! Don't walk away from me you shrimp!"

"Malik, just try to understand him. We were friends and we—" Yugi's voice died off as they made it to the floor below. I was glad to be left alone again.

With a heavy sigh I turned the water on finally and waited for the correct temperature before climbing in. Almost instantly I was scrubbing at my body, I tried not to but I could still feel Joey and Malik running their hands all over me. I could still feel Yugi's hands clutched in my hair. I knew I wasn't as dirty as I felt, and that it was only in my mind but the feeling just kept coming back. I decided that I should just go home and wash up better there, as long as I didn't wash obsessively around Bakura I'd be ok.

I turned off the shower and stepped out drying my hair furiously with a towel I got from the rack, that's when I realized that I didn't bring any clothes with me into here. My eyes quickly trailed to the towel in my hands. Normally I didn't mind walking a few paces to Yugi's room unclothed, but that was before… now I felt that if I were caught they'd rip the towel away and everything would happen all over again. Perhaps they'd even find something else worth taking from me.

I wrapped the towel around the lower half of my body, which still didn't make me feel totally secure, and I poked my damp silver head out the door. I looked around quickly and didn't see any signs of them but I could hear Malik screaming something about food in his hair and I could hear Joey and Yugi laughing. This only made me slightly paranoid about Yami's whereabouts but I wasn't about to spend all day in Yugi's bathroom. I slipped quickly and quietly into Yugi's room and was lucky to find that Yami wasn't there.

I tossed the towel on the bed quickly replacing it with my boxers. Just as I got them up the door opened and I snatched the towel up again to hold it tightly over my chest. Malik was the one to enter the room and he watched for a moment as I quivered and held the towel closer, I feared his and Joey's hands would run over me again and again.

He didn't move for a while so I had time to take in the bits of food in his hair, I figured he had probably come up to get rid of it in the sink… so why was he here? Did he come to torture me to relieve his anger or something?

He began to approach me and with every step he took I took one back, "You—" Malik paused to watch me as I shook slightly, "You're scared shitless aren't you?" Words failed me again so I nodded. I hoped he would be satisfied and leave, but he did not, "Why? Why are you scared? What did we do to make you like this?"

I frowned; it seemed rather obvious to me, "You all raped me." Malik advanced suddenly sneering in my face. What did I do to deserve such rotten treatment? They used me… but I didn't need the mental torment side to it too. What had happened to Malik to cause him sneer in my face as opposed to how he seemed to actually care.

Malik let out a short burst of laughter, "That's nothing." Malik backed up slightly and stood casually before me. The way he acted caused me to grip the towel closer to me, "We could have killed you too. There are lots of psychos who would do both; and we could keep you locked in the basement. Bakura would be easy enough to convince that you were kidnapped; and without the Ring Bakura would have no way of knowing you aren't in this very house." Malik grinned devilishly, "We decided early on that we didn't want you completely miserable. In fact," Malik added and began to laugh rather coldly, "We could have tricked your Yami into becoming our little pet too."

Before I knew what had come over me Malik was lying on the ground from the force of the back of my hand. The sound of the fall echoed about the house over and over, like their hands running over my body. The sound of the other's hurried our way but Malik was up quick enough. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against Yugi's dresser causing me to drop the towel I clung so desperately to, "If you ever do that again you won't be able to sit right for a whole damn month; or longer!" I broke into sobs as the door was thrust open and banged against Yugi's walls.

"Malik! What are you doing?" Yami demanded.

"He fucking hit me!" Malik growled, " I need to teach him a lesson. I intend to fuck him so he can't walk right!" Malik leaned against me and dragged his tongue along my jawbone.

"You probably deserved it." Yugi huffed from behind his Yami. Joey nodded in agreement from his side.

Malik glared back but Yami beat him to whatever harsh comment he had to say, "Punish him some other time, he has to go home and Bakura can't know that we're playing with him." Yami pulled Malik back slightly, "Go take a shower before that food dries in your lovely hair." Malik seemed to enjoy the complement and relented. He tossed me to the floor and stomped out of the room.

Yugi came over to help me but I was still angry at what Malik had informed me of. I shoved him into Yami and backed into the nearest corner. I buried my face in my hands. This was the true nature of my friends: angry rapists.

"Let's let him get dressed." Yugi stated, "We've got breakfast ready when you've finished getting dressed, Ryou." I nodded and they finally left me all alone.

I hated Yugi's false kindness; I had been suckered so easily into it. I should have believed Bakura when he told me time and time again how much he hated and distrusted Yami, and all of his friends. I always thought it was just because of their fight over the Millennium Items, but now I know Bakura was right.

I soon found myself sauntering into the kitchen and sitting down next to Joey; which was the farthest place from Malik's empty seat. For some reason I felt that Joey was the one who violated me the least. Not that it really mattered. In the end he helped them and I could still feel him slamming into my closed hands.

They acted normal but I only saw what they had done. Giggling little Yugi, acting all sweet and getting my hopes up only to slam his penis into my mouth and, I suddenly felt sick, I had no choice but to swallow his seed. I saw grinning goofy Joey rolling my buttons in his fingers and nipping all over my chest while I struggled to keep him away. I saw playful Malik's false loving attitude and the lust on his face as he exploded all over me. And I saw confident Yami and how he tried to convince me that nothing was wrong… the horrible man who stole the one thing I had so hoped to give to Bakura.

When I finally realized that Malik was sitting at the table I found I couldn't even force myself to eat; I was frightened again. I gathered my voice, "Um, thanks for the food." I fidgeted slightly and managed to look up at them, "May I go home now?" They were all staring at me as if it were unheard of for me to speak.

"You hardly touched it though." Yugi finally protested.

"I don't much feel like eating."

"Would you like some juice or milk?" I shook my head; all I wanted was to go home, "Maybe you're sick, do you need something for your stomach?" Yugi insisted.

"I just want to go home."

Yugi sighed sadly and looked up at Yami, "It's alright with me."

"I'll show him to the door." Yami stood and followed my slow movements to the front door, "Don't you dare tell Bakura." I simply nodded trying to get him away from me, "If he finds out you had sex then tell him that I'm your boyfriend."

My head snapped up and I had shock and disgust plastered all over my face, "NO! I won't pretend you're my boyfriend EVER!"

"Do you realize," Yami began, "That Bakura and I would get into a fight if you tell him? Bakura would be angry with me and he's never been one who could beat me in a duel. It would be a shame if he were to end up in the Shadow Realm and poor little Ryou would be left all alone. I might even be obliged to invite everyone over to you house for- for some nice comfort sex. I suppose we wouldn't have to worry about Grandpa, then would we?" I nodded; I did not want to lose Bakura, "Can you act like nothing is wrong?" I nodded and he continued with a smirk, "Good, I'll call you later, Ryou."

I nodded again and he finally let me leave. It was eleven by the time I left and only half an hour later I was back in my house with a smile plastered on my face. I called out to Bakura.

When he grunted in response I walked into the living room and sat down next to him, "So, how are you today, Bakura?"

Bakura looked down at me and we stared in each other's eyes. I wanted to just sit there forever taking in every single minor detail in his rusty hues. Instead I blushed and looked away, "You're sad." Bakura observed, "Why are you sad?" He asked. I tilted my head to the side with a confused sort of smile.

"There's nothing wrong Bakura." I gave him a reassuring smile and turned toward the TV. I did want to burst into tears and tell him everything, but Yami and Malik's threats frightened me. I did not want anything to happen to Bakura. I tried to absorb myself into the show that was playing, "I like this show." I said absentmindedly.

"There is something wrong, Landlord." I cringed slightly, Bakura used that name when he was serious and expected me to obey. It reminded me very much of my friends and how I tried so hard to protect them… even though it made me betray my Yami. Now it seems rather pointless to have ever tried to save them. They didn't care about me. I noticed Bakura watching me intently and realized that my trail of though must have shown on my face, "I'm your dark half, I know these things." I kept my eyes focused on the TV; I didn't want him to see the hidden emotions. What would I do if I had to tell Bakura that I'm Yami's boyfriend? "Since when have you ever even tried to ignore me, Landlord? Something is wrong with you and if it's something the Pharaoh did I want to know!"

"It wasn't him at all—Malik and I got into a fight is all. We'll probably work it out on Monday." I felt terrible lying to Bakura, but I was happy that it at least had some truth to it. Malik was angry with me, after all; it seemed Yami was only trying to scare me so I wouldn't tell Bakura, but Malik had been filled with pure hatred when I had hit him.

"Well, how about we go do something to take your mind off of it? Do you want to go for a walk? You wanted to go to that new park right?"

I nodded excitedly and had to restrain myself from throwing myself at him, "Yes, I'd love to go with you Bakura." We were silent on the way there, but it was peaceful. Bakura's mere presence was enough to calm me and clear my mind of all thoughts of the previous night. I contemplated revealing my feelings for him right then and there, while everything seemed just perfect; but I couldn't bring myself to tell him while I still had something to hide. I didn't want to be with him if I had to keep secrets. Besides, if I needed to use the excuse of Yami being my boyfriend I couldn't confess to him just yet.

"Alright, I'm going to sit here a while. You go play on the swings. I'll join you in a moment." It was weird how Bakura always seemed to treat me like a child. On the outside we appeared about the same age, but I suppose I am technically a few thousand years younger than him; so I don't complain too much about it. I smiled at him with a quick nod and I walked over to the swing set. I sat down and before I knew it I was thinking about what had happened. I was sad again and I knew Bakura was still watching my every expression.

I became so caught up in my thoughts; I could remember everything. The hands running over my chest, the constant tight grasp on my wrists. They were all so different to me now. I should have known nobody could be as sweet and innocent as Yugi seemed; even Bakura was able to fool all of them with the act of friendship. It made me wonder if Bakura was the same, was it even possible for him to hide something from the other half of his soul? Well, as far as I knew he didn't know how I felt about him.

This was foolish. I was frightening myself! I tried to convince myself that not everyone was against me. What could Bakura gain by pretending with me? Bakura wasn't like that; he was a thief with honor, right? He wouldn't just break my heart because he could…

I suddenly heard Bakura call my name and I dug my heels into the ground to stop the swinging I didn't even know I had started, "Yes Bakura?" I watched Bakura tilt his head slightly to his right and he looked at me deeply, pondering how he should speak.

"Tell me," He began, "What did Malik say to you? What happened?" I hung my head and avoided eye contact. I slowly began to rock back and forth to keep from twitching nervously.

"It's not really that important, Yami. Just forget it. I'm sure Malik and I will get along again in no time." I smiled and turned to him, I too hid my darkness' from people, "So please don't worry about us, Yami."

"Ryou, tell me what happened." I knew that Bakura would continue to persist until I gave him the answer he wanted.

"Well, I was in the shower and Malik wanted to use it, when I was getting dressed in Yugi's room he came in and started yelling at me… for taking so long, um—he said something really bad so I hit him—"

"What did he say to you? It must have been pretty bad for someone like you to hit him."

I blushed slightly remembering it was Bakura that I was really trying to defend, but the last thing I needed was Bakura hating Malik and getting suspicious of Yami, "H-He said… that I'm weak and I shouldn't be. I-It's not really that bad but it still hurt. Friends are supposed to support each other and he just made me feel so bad." I turned away again. I really didn't want to lie to my Yami anymore. I wanted to throw myself into his arms and cry like I usually did when I was hurt; but Bakura began to speak and I was struck with fear.

"I just talked to Malik, Ryou, and he said that he asked you for something and that he wouldn't forgive you until he got it."

"He did?" I paused to think, I couldn't very well tell Bakura that Malik planned to 'punish me' so I had to come up with something… more lies to tell to the person I cared for, "Well he was so angry that he threatened to… break my legs. If he's still mad he might have wanted that, but I can't think of anything that he asked me for." I was very frightened now. Malik was probably still around listening to my every word and it was getting very hard to lie to Bakura. A rush of words were boiling in my mind and quickly finding their way to my mouth. I stumbled to hold them back, "B-Bakura—"

And at the same time his stronger voice spoke over mine, he didn't even hear me. I didn't know weather to thank the gods or curse my lousy luck, "So, would you like to go home now?"

I replied sullenly, "Sure, let's go home. I'll make us lunch." I stood from the swing and began to walk. I smiled when I heard Bakura running behind me… but why did he have to run so fast—

I found my face was in the dirt and I was being held down by a weight on my shoulders. I pushed against it but my struggles submitted to a loud scream as pain burned at my right shoulder, "You do know what I want." Came the harsh whisper of Malik into my ear. Bakura growled, though he hadn't heard, and I felt Malik's body forced off my back with a single punch.

Malik's words sent me spiraling into memories of last night and this morning and I could barely hear Bakura commanding Malik to leave 'his light' alone.

I shivered suddenly and my eyes flickered up from the dirt to where Malik was now sitting with a huge evil grin on his face. I didn't hear his short laugh but I heard his words loud and clear. I wanted to scream but I kept silent for Bakura's sake, "He's not yours Bakura, don't you know? Ryou's going out with Yami now; they sure had a good fuck last night." I stared at Malik with that look of shock and horror on my face. Bakura directed his gaze to me briefly but my inability to deny it told him what he needed to know. Now I hated Malik even more! Bakura was still the only one I felt I could trust and now he probably won't trust me… I kept it hidden. I lied to my beloved Yami.

To my surprise, Bakura seemed angrier at Malik than at me, perhaps he didn't care the way I wanted him too; but the way he launched himself at Malik told me that he at least wanted to protect me like I were his brother. Malik grinned at us and showed off his bloody teeth, "Get lost!" Bakura growled, "Get the fuck away or you'll find yourself in the Shadow Realm you dirty little bitch." Bakura stood dragging Malik up with him. He bared his sharp teeth just inches from Malik and growled again before tossing him to the ground, "Don't ever touch Ryou like that again."

Malik laughed coldly again and turned away, "It doesn't matter anyhow." He snickered, "My work here is done." Malik tilted his head slightly upward and walked proudly from the park.

I sat there on the ground too ashamed to look at my Yami. I hadn't told him a damn thing and now look where it got me! Bakura now thought I was going out with Yami and I couldn't just out and tell Bakura that Malik was lying, could I? No it was too late for that… but maybe I could tell him the truth about what happened? Perhaps things between us would become drastically different though. If Bakura did care he surely wouldn't show it; and the fact that I was with Yami, his worst enemy, would probably make things awkward between us.

They probably had this planned out from the start. How could these people, I thought were my friends, do this to me? What was I to do now that my whole life seemed to be crashing around me because of them?

We stared at each other for a long while; it must have seemed like I purposely betrayed him, "The blood's stopped." He finally told me. I looked to the wound to see the half dried blood on my uncovered shoulder, "We should go home and get you cleaned up."

The walk home was silent, except for my thoughts. Even as Bakura cleaned the bite all that sounded between us was the quiet whimper of my voice as he wiped the disinfectant onto my shoulder.

My mind finally wandered off of the horrible thoughts and I took delight from his long fingers brushing my hair constantly aside and the soft warm feeling of his breath tickling my arm. I mentally killed Yami, Malik, and myself several times over. I so badly needed to throw my arms around Bakura and have some form of comfort. Darn them! How could they leave me with no one to talk to about this? How can I ever heal when I have to keep everything hidden?

I was brought from my thoughts when Bakura handed me a clean shirt. I slipped it over my head and we continued to sit on the couch in silence, "What Malik said," Bakura began finally, "Was it true?" We both knew it was… so why was Bakura asking? I wanted to call Malik a liar! But who knows what would happen. I confirmed Malik with a quick nod, "You really did sleep with the Pharaoh?" I nodded again and kept my eyes glued to my twisting hands, "Ryou… I thought that you—" Bakura took a long pause and then smiled at me, in that smile I found the rest of that sentence 'I thought that you would love me.' "As long as you're happy it doesn't really matter." I shivered and felt even more terrible. Even without the use of out link I could feel just how sad Bakura was… could he really and truly love me? GODS! What was I doing denying my feelings for Bakura? I could still tell him, couldn't I? Just so he knows that I really do love him.

"Bakura I want you to know that I love you. I really do… b-but Yami asked me first." I paused but didn't look at him, just incase I was making a fool of myself, "If Yami and I—Please be there for me if I need someone to talk to." I looked up at him expectantly pleading silently that he loved me. In a moment I kissed Bakura's cheek and looked away again feeling ashamed for doing that without permission; after all I knew what it felt like to have everything that a lover could possibly give be taken away.

Bakura didn't say anything, but he leant toward me and pulled me against his side. He smiled down at me and I didn't need any other reassurance to snuggle against his side. If only I could have given everything to him, nothing would have made me happier; but at least, right now, it seemed that I really only belonged to the one I loved: Bakura.