Enjoy this wonderful, M-rated, and EVIL chapter! MUHAHAHAHA! I feel so wonderfully evil after writing this! FORESHADOWING! ... even if it's not actually written in the story...
Treachery
Chapter Five: Victory…
A loud bang startles me awake and I struggle out of the blankets to sit upright. My eyes focus themselves on the figure hanging over me; I realize that it's Marik. Now he has his eyes fixed on the door, but I wonder why he was standing over me before.
Growling Marik stomps over to the door and flings it open, "What the fu—" he growls to his visitor, but he is pushed out of the way by Malik. My former friend stomps his way over to the bed and casts his gaze down at the empty sheets.
"What the hell did you do with Ryou?" Malik asks angrily kicking at the bed, "Where did you hide him?" Marik's response is not verbal, but he makes his way over to where I am still sitting in my makeshift bed. Marik then turns himself to face Malik again, the stance he took seemed very protective. "You didn't even sleep in the same bed?" Malik shakes his head and laughs, "I really don't care what you did to him, just give him here. I need to get him ready for the duel. I'm sure he won't want to miss how horribly Bakura will fail."
With his glare now turned to Marik, Malik makes his way around the bed. He stops just before his defensive other, "I'll deal with him." Marik snaps, "Unless you'd like a repeat of last night, hm?" Malik's eyes widen and he takes a shaky step backwards. His hand goes up to cover the left side of his face, and the other arm wraps around his elbow.
"J-Just hand him over… I won't do anything." For a moment I feel sorry for Malik. He looks so pathetic and scared, and the tone he's using holds fear; but I must have looked equally as pathetic at least one time or another. So I decide he deserves whatever Marik did to him, and probably much more.
Malik growls angrily and steps forward again, trying to prove that he is not afraid of Marik even though everyone present knows that he is, "I need to have him for my plan to beat Bakura!"
Marik says nothing at first, but I notice through the dark that he's shaking; but when he talks I realize that he must have been laughing silently, "It seems the Pharaoh must really be desperate. I thought he was so confident in his skills, but now he needs to have Ryou to distract Bakura? That's pathetic." Marik shakes his head and turns slightly to face me; "I suppose he's going to lose, because I'm not giving Ryou to you. He'll stay with me now, and he'll stay with me during the duel." Marik laughs loudly further angering the one across from him.
Malik lunges himself at Marik and I can hear him snarling, "How dare you say that! It is not pathetic!" They struggle around the room a while, pushing each other back, yet neither one ever brakes their hold. Finally Marik gains control and punches Malik on the cheek. The rapist stumbles back, but Marik catches him by the shirt before he can fall to the ground.
"You don't learn, do you?" Marik asked as he dragged Malik across the room to the door, "Why are you so angry? Do you love Yami?" Marik sneered and spat the word love at the boy who hung from his grip.
"I do not!" Malik began to toss around frantically in Marik's grasp, but I could tell that Marik would not let go of him easily. He pulled the struggling body up so he could glare right into Malik's eyes.
"Then what? Why do you defend him?" Malik growled and swung his fist at Marik, the hit caused him to turn away from the force, however the grip on Malik's clothes remained the same intensity.
"You want to know why?" Malik spat, before a frightening laughter poured from his lips, "Bakura's preparing to duel Yami, when in fact he will be facing me! My plan is perfect, he just won't be expecting this at all!" Malik laughed quite psychotically, "His strategies are for the wrong deck!" I leaned from my bed to growl at my former friend. Couldn't he just play a fair duel?
"Heh, for a second I was almost worried for Ryou. But if Bakura's against you then there'll be no problem for him to win." Marik laughed mockingly, "Even if you manage to distract him he'll still kick your ass."
Malik angrily tore himself free of Marik and stormed from the room. However I was somewhat focused on the one sentence that Marik said: 'I was almost worried for Ryou.' I frowned, it didn't seem like Marik to actually admit to being worried; but then I didn't even know Marik too well. He couldn't have actually been worried though, could he?
"Get up." I snapped from my thoughts and turned to look at Marik, who had made his way half way across the room to me. I disentangled myself from the blankets and stood as I was commanded. Marik turned and began to leave the room, so I assumed I was to follow him. I stuck close to his side, as if at any moment Malik would jump out and molest me, and Marik led me down the hall way. He stopped a moment in front of Malik's room before throwing the door open and charging inside. I didn't dare to follow him inside though.
"What the fuck do you want now?" Malik screamed, and I could tell that he was probably standing before Marik ready to punch him, "Hey! What are you doing? Get out of there!" I could picture the scene; Malik was probably latched onto Marik's arm trying to pry him away, while Marik continued what he was doing. To him it was as if Malik wasn't even there, "Get away from my—" I cringed slightly as I heard how Malik's anger had come to an end. Marik had hit him again, "Y-You stupid fucking bastard." Malik whimpered.
Marik soon came back into my view and he tossed me a pair of pants and a shirt. "Just take those, he's got plenty of clothes." And then Marik continued down the hall. I followed him closely. I know I should be frightened of Marik, afraid he might turn and hit me; but I just didn't find him scary.
Marik came to the end of the hall and stopped again just outside a door, "Go in here and have a shower." Marik waited until I closed the door before I heard him walk away. I then looked down at the doorknob. I had the intention of locking the door, but there was no lock. At first I was frightened that something could happen, but Marik probably knew of this. So I turned from the door and began to discard my clothes.
After becoming fully nude I pulled out towels and placed them on the toilet seat before turning on the water. Once the water had warmed up I climbed in and let myself soak up the water.
I worried about a lot of things; Bakura could lose his duel! Then what would I do? I'd probably have to spend the rest of my days as their 'love-slave', but I don't really want to think about that. I shivered and grabbed the shampoo. I was also worried about Marik and Malik. Malik for obvious reasons, but Marik—I don't think I should put so much trust in him. I mean, here I am in the shower with no lock on the door. He could have planned that, for all I know! Any second now he could come in and—
I jumped as the shower curtain was suddenly torn aside, but I didn't have time to react as my wrists were trapped tightly within Malik's grasp. I was about to scream when Malik slapped his free hand over my mouth and crushed his unclad body against mine.
"I guess now is the only time I will have to 'dress you up' for Bakura; and what fun it will be!" Malik smirked placed a small kiss on my cheek, "I still haven't punished you properly for the other day, you know, when you hit me? It really pisses me off when someone thinks they can just hit me. Which is why I have to punish Marik too."
I tried to throw Malik from me but he simply pressed himself harder against me. "Marik likes you; did you know?" Malik rested his forehead against mine, "That's why he's helping you and why he hit me. He's very angry because Yami got to be in you first." Malik shut his eyes and chuckled a little, "So I figure he'll be very angry if I get to you second. That'll teach him to hit me!" Malik growled and snarled in my face, causing shivers to travel up and down my body, "Ah, I almost feel sorry for Bakura; he'll be disappointed that he comes in forth." Malik threw his head back and laughed, "Heh, get it? 'Comes in'?"
This information about Marik startled me; I had thought that he was just being nice when he protected me. So it brought a certain fear to me to know that Marik might actually like me.
Malik laughed again and then his features came to rest with a small smirk, "I don't have time to play with you today, I'm afraid, I have to get right to the point. You don't mind a little pain, do you?" My eyes widened in fear and I began to thrash harshly beneath him.
"N-No, Mal—" were the only words I could utter when Malik switched his hand for his mouth. He then used that hand to hold off one of my swinging legs so he could make his way closer to the part of me he desired. I screamed against the hand, thought it came out more as a whimper. As I twisted between him and the wall I tried to beg him to stop with the only communication that I had. He ignored my pleading look and a strong burst of pain flooded through my body. I tossed my head back against the wall trying to escape all that he was doing to me.
Malik slid his free hand down my chest while he continued to pound into my struggling body. Then suddenly he left me, and without his body to hold me up I slid to the bottom of the tub shivering and sobbing. I buried my face in my hands, I tried to block everything out; but I could still hear the screams coming from the hall. Finally Malik fell silent but I could hear Marik throw one last remark at Malik before the sound of his steps filled the bathroom.
"You deserved it." Marik called over his shoulder, "Don't come near Ryou again, or I'll do a lot worse than just hit you." I saw Marik peer down at me, but I instantly buried my face deeper into my arms. I wanted to keep myself hidden from him, and from everyone else.
"G-Go away!" I whimpered, but Marik was not about to obey my shaken command. He pushed the curtains all the way to the side before hauling my struggling form up. "No! Let me go!" I sobbed and continued trying to push him away, but Marik simply brought me closer and held me against his chest.
I continued to toss in his grip until I realized that it was getting me nowhere. So I relaxed against him. With one hand still wrapped around my back Marik leaned down and grabbed a towel from the toilet seat. He took the towel in both hands and began to run it over my back. I stayed still against him, partly from fear, and partly because I realized that I was listening to what Malik had told me. Marik hadn't done anything yet, and now I would probably know for sure if I were safe with him.
"Are you alright?" Marik asked while wrapping the towel around me, "Does it hurt?" Marik grabbed the other towel and draped it over my head.
"No, I'll be fine." I smiled up at him while he began to ruffle my hair dry with the towel. I decided that even if he does like me that he isn't like my 'friends', I'm standing before him completely naked and helpless. He could take me and rape me easily, but he doesn't even seem to notice I'm vulnerable like this.
"Can you dress yourself?" I nodded and he drops the towel on my head before turning to leave. "I'll take Malik with me to the kitchen, come there when you're done. I'll pour you some cereal." I nodded again and turned as the door shut. I dressed as a small skirmish took place in the hall, but soon I heard Malik's feet stumbling down the hall after Marik's; he's probably being dragged.
Malik's clothes were too tight for my liking; they probably did make me look good. Right now, however, I want to hide everything about my body. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone sat there ogling me, but there was nothing I could do about this. So, feeling rather embarrassed, I took my leave of the room and slowly made my way to the kitchen.
Malik had probably been instructed to keep his eyes off of me, or maybe he was just trying to hide the bruise forming around his eye and cheek. Marik, however, fixed his eyes right on me. He looked me up and down before motioning me over.
I sat next to Marik, and as far away from Malik as possible. That didn't really help me feel any better; I just knew that Malik was wishing death upon me. He must have placed thousands of curses on my soul.
Once we were done eating Marik tossed our dishes into the sink and then he led me to the front door. Marik tossed a jacket at me, but it was promptly ripped from my hands, "This is my jacket. Give him one of yours." Malik snorted and went to put the jacket on only to have it ripped from him as well.
"Ryou needs it, and you've got lots of sweaters; besides I was under the impression that prostitutes wear as little as possible. Aren't you used to it?" Malik snarled and struck out at Marik only to have his arm caught and twisted behind his back. Malik whimpered but continued to snarl and seem vicious, "Go on, Malik, get some of your slut clothes." Marik pushed Malik away, but he promptly turned and struck out at Marik. I watched as Malik was stopped in his tracks by a fist connecting to his stomach. Malik curled in on himself, but shortly after Marik shoved him to the floor.
Without so much as another glance Marik turned and pulled me out after him. "So," Marik began, "Why are we leaving so early anyhow?" Marik handed me the jacket.
"Bakura set the time for the duel, he wanted me back as soon as possible." I didn't quite feel right donning the jacket that they had fought over, but it was cold out and to be honest I kind of liked the gesture the jacket provided.
Marik growled; probably at the thought of dueling so early, it was, perhaps, only three in the morning and neither of us had gotten to sleep until ten. Judging how Marik had been standing over me when I awoke, I knew that he had gotten less than I had.
Speaking of him hovering over me, I now had time to think about that. It was safe to assume that Marik did like me. He was being very protective of me, but could it be almost an obsession? He was watching me sleep; but, then, I remember that one time I had found Bakura sleeping on the couch and I sat down to read a book. Though I wasn't watching words flow along the page, rather, I was wondering how Bakura's hair would feel flowing through my fingers. Perhaps that's all Marik was doing?
"Hello, Bakura" Marik's deep voice brought me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see Bakura.
My other was sitting on the lawn slowly chipping the bark off of a harmless tree with a dagger. At the sound of Marik's voice his head shot up. I don't doubt that he knew we were coming, but I don't think he expected to be met by Marik. When his eyes settled on the man next to me Bakura shot to his feet and he let a threatening growl escape him.
"Ryou…" Bakura stepped forward slowly and held his dagger out ready to strike if he should see a perfect opening, "Did either of those bastards hurt you?"
"Marik didn't, but Malik—"
"Malik tried to fuck him." Marik growled while looking down his nose at the battle ready Bakura, "I took care of him though." Marik raised his hand and rested it on my shoulder, "He paid for hurting Ry—"
"Get your hands off him!" Bakura lunged forward only to hit the space where Marik had once occupied. Marik now had his own weapon brandished and his stood in much the same position as Bakura had.
My Yami stood in such a way that he could protect me and strike if Marik were to come near, "Bakura, please don't fight him. Marik protected me!" I placed my hand on his tense back, "You shouldn't worry about Marik; he's not the one you have to face—"
"That's right, Ryou, you remembered!" I jumped and clutched tightly onto Bakura at the sound of Malik's voice, "Bakura's gets to face me!"
Malik came up to us with a sneer plastered on his face, "What happened to your face Malik? Too stupid to notice the door before you ran into it?"
Malik snarled causing me to hide myself further into his back. Malik lifted his hand and curled it into a fist. He took a threatening step toward us and continued to snarl as he spoke, "Shut up you fucker!" Malik spat, "That stupid fucker hit me, and I would not be stupid enough to walk into a door." Malik indicated his Yami.
"Yeah, but you're stupid enough to get caught and punched." Bakura and Marik both laughed at this causing Malik's anger to soar higher.
"When I win Ryou I'm going to beat the shit out of him right in front of your ugly face! Then I'll make sure he screams my name when I fill him up with—"
"You won't win, I'm sure of it." Bakura sneered cockily, "I'd tell you why, but it'll be so much fun to see the shock on your face when you realize how pointless dueling me will be!" I tuned out their pre-game taunting and I looked down the street to see if I could spot any of Malik's supporters.
There was nothing in site for a good few minuets before I saw the group of people making their way down the walk. They came up rather quickly and by the time they had arrived there was a brawl beginning between the three I'd left unattended.
Yami ignored them and walked right up to me. I stepped away and tried to catch Bakura's attention but he was too occupied by the fight he was in, "Hello there my little toy, did you have a fun night with Malik?" I jumped back as he reached out, but my actions proved to be too slow. His arms circled around my waist and he pulled me into a demanding kiss. I was able to emit a short cry as Yami forced my lips apart to allow his tongue entrance.
That brief sound tore the attention of the three from each other and Bakura and Marik both lunged for Yami. I was pushed forward into the advancing figures as Yami jumped back to avoid their furious thrashing fists.
Bakura snarled threateningly at Yami before tearing me from Marik's grasp. His comforting arms found their own way about my waist and he pulled me to his chest. His eyes flickered about the crowed glaring at anyone who dared to move.
As wonderful as the embrace was I couldn't really enjoy it with the way Marik was brutally murdering Bakura with his eyes. I think the only thing that kept him from acting out those thoughts was the fact that I never broke my gaze with him until he was jostled by the sound of Malik's voice.
"Alright, let's just get this over with. I want to actually get some sleep today." Malik stretched and yawned before folding his arms across his chest, "So how are we going to do this?" Bakura reluctantly let me go and ushered me over to the place I assumed he'd be standing during the duel. Marik turned to follow but Bakura had refused to let him, despite my best efforts to keep them apart another quarrel broke out.
Eventually Malik broke them up, his angry proclaim of wanting to 'get on with it' finally bringing them apart. Bakura sent one last glare to Marik before striding over to me, Marik ended up placing himself off to the side, but closer to us.
"So then, if you lose I want all of you to leave Ryou alone!" Bakura growled at Malik who had taken his place across from Bakura. Malik shrugged and agreed.
"Fine, but if I win then I'm going to keep Ryou all to myself." Bakura agreed angrily and they began to lay down the rules of the game.
Bakura revealed the wonderful way he would win; he decided to have the cards with the lowest attack points as the winner. Of course Malik was angry and frustrated, he had come up with a strategy to beat Bakura with stronger cards. Malik was not deterred and, with some pep talk from Yami, Malik readied himself to face Bakura.
Though I was anxious to know who would win I found that I could not focus on them. (1) Just what would happen after Bakura wins? I had a feeling that just because the duel would come to an end wouldn't mean that I'd be finished with my rapists. They could still come up and finish what they had started; they could even hurt Bakura like they hurt me. I just couldn't believe that they'd simply leave us alone.
Then there was Marik. What Malik had told me was bothering me. The thought that Marik liked me scared me; he acted so violently toward Malik, would he do the same to Bakura? I worried that after all of this Marik might want to take me as his, to keep me all to himself; but he hadn't really done anything too bad yet. Bakura had started all the fights between them. So maybe Marik liked me but he wasn't about to betray me like my 'friends' and rape me.
Finally I was torn from my thoughts by an angry cry and the image of Bakura falling to his knees next to me. In shock I fell next to him too and I slid my arms about his waist. I had no idea what was happening, but by the look on his face I knew it was something horrible.
"You lose Bakura." Malik laughed amusedly and began to make his way over to us, his steps were purposefully slow to create a sense of dread. I looked away from him and buried my face into Bakura's chest. How could Bakura have lost? What would I do now? How could I live within Yami and Malik's constant presence, could I endure another raping and another and another? Would I be their little sex pet forever?
I didn't want to leave Bakura, and he didn't want me to leave. Both of us knew that we would not be able to escape them and that we would have to be separated, but for now Bakura kept his arms fixed tightly around me as I cried against him.
Index
(1) Ryou: Mainly I couldn't focus because Crazy can't write duels.
Me:D Hee hee.
I'm mean! You get a nasty cliffhanger! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! But don't worry; Ryou's life isn't quite over yet!
By the way, if you want to know how Bakura lost blame it on the SLIME TOKENS!