Warnings: Language, more OOC Marik TT,
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Treachery
Chapter Six: To Finally Prove
Though my sobs were loud and miserable I could still hear Yami talking to Yugi or Joey about how proud he was of Malik, and I heard him begin to describe what he planned to do to me first. I was absolutely terrified, and no matter how close I pressed myself to Bakura, Malik was not getting any farther away; but then another set of steps could be heard causing Malik's to halt in their tracks, "Now what—"I cringed against Bakura when I heard the sharp familiar sound behind me. I heard Malik stumble back and just barely catch himself. Bakura looked up from me at the figure I knew was Marik, "You seem to have forgotten something." Marik's smug voice rose above my sobs, "You lost Ryou when he escaped you, and now I'm taking back what's mine; but don't worry I'll give you a chance. Want to fight me Malik? Do you?"
I turned slightly to watch Malik's reaction, but even though my hair I could see Malik's lips curl upwards as he let out a snarl, "I just won him from Bakura! I got him back! You can't just say he's yours now!"
"Sure I can, Ryou was not Bakura's to bet, I simply let Bakura borrow him; so you can't have won a prize that he can't rightfully give away. Too bad for you Malik, too bad." Malik was shaking with anger by the time Marik had finished, and I could see that he was just about ready to throttle his other. On the other hand, I finally began to relax and my sobs ceased. If I were luck, perhaps Marik wouldn't take me from Bakura. "Like I said," Marik continued, "you have nothing to worry about. I'm giving you a chance to win Ryou the right way. Don't you think you can beat me Malik? Don't you want your revenge on me? Don't you want Ryou?" Marik taunted.
"Why do you want to face me? If you already have the little whore what could you possibly want from me?" Malik grit his teeth as he spoke, he was trying to remain calm but I think he knew, like I did, that there would be some horrible punishment if he were to lose.
"Ah, you're right, there's not much someone like me could want from a dirty slut like you. The only thing I could possibly want is revenge, Malik, revenge for Ryou and what you and they did to him. Just hitting you isn't enough; each time you come back, and we both know you'll never leave him alone." Malik snorted in a sort of agreement, so Marik continued on, "So the best way to get revenge is to keep an eye on you, and to do that you'll have to become a slave. You trapped Ryou and you thought that you could just use him, but now it's time for you to understand what it's like. Malik, when you lose you will belong to Ryou. You will be his slave."
I gasped a little in surprise, me own Malik? That seemed absurd! Malik laughed indignantly, he seemed to think so too, "As if I would ever obey a command from him! You really are fucking insane!"
Marik shrugged nonchalantly and turned toward Bakura and I, "Fine, I don't mind Malik, I'll just be taking my Ryou and leaving then." Marik began his trip toward us and with each step he took Bakura's tension increased. A low growl rose inside him as Marik drew ever closer to us.
"Fine!" Malik snarled almost desperately, "I'll accept your stupid challenge! I'll win anyhow, and then you'll be fucking sorry! You'll have the pleasure of hearing poor little Ryou scream my name as I fill him—"
"Yes, Malik, I know your little threat." Marik turned from us again,"You used it on Bakura too. Can't you come up with something different, or is your little brain too focused on Pharaoh's ass to come up with a threat other than sex?"
Malik actually chuckled in response, "You're one to talk, you may not say anything; but right now you're thoughts are focused on Ryou's ass." Malik laughed, "Hey, Bakura, if I do manage to lose you'd better watch him; he'll fuck Ryou as soon as he gets the chance."
"I have self-control Malik, more than you do; that's why I didn't join you in your little plot to rape him." Malik snarled again while Marik turned and continued to make his way toward us.
"Stupid ass!" Bakura snarled lowly so that only I could hear, "He knew about them and he didn't do anything about it!" Bakura pushed me behind himself and rose to his feet as Marik came closer. Marik stopped a few feet away from my snarling Yami.
"You shouldn't be so violent toward me, Bakura; I am saving Ryou from him, like you failed to do. You and I will have to argue later once I'm not so busy. Besides if you're nice I might let you play with Ryou too." Bakura snarled again in response while Marik turned back to Malik, their Duel began almost instantly.
I took hold of Bakura's hand and brought him back to sit with me; he only did so with great reluctance. I had to plead with him to join me again.
After we were settled again we watched the Duel. Malik had gotten much better since the last time I had seen him in a Duel; he must have been training with Yami. I could tell by the way he was playing that it was true. He still had his old cards and style, but he was relying on 'The Heart of the Cards' to go with it. Not only that, but Yami kept boasting about how wonderful each and every move Malik made was, and he kept encouraging 'The Heart of the Cards' not that that was any different from normal, but it seemed excessive, even for him.
Around ten minutes into the duel I realized that Bakura was getting increasingly more agitated; he began to fidget and seemingly random snarls passed from his lips. But then I noticed that his lips were moving but no words were formed. I realized that he was coming up with a plan to rid us of Marik and every growl or curse was a plan sure to fail.
I couldn't blame Bakura for hating Marik; the two of us finally knew of our feelings for one another, but so much had been getting in the way. Now it seemed that Marik would be another obstacle to come between us; if he did win I couldn't really just shove him away, could I? He's already done so much for me, it wouldn't be right to just say: 'Thanks, now get out!' would it? No. I could try and push Marik away, but I would feel guilty; I have to repay him for what he's done, it's the least I can do. But what can I give to a man whom probably only wants one thing, the only thing I'm not willing to give to him?
Bakura snarled rather loudly snapping me from my thoughts and causing my attention to focus back on the Duel. It appeared to me that Malik had just delivered a devastating blow to Marik, Malik looked proud of himself. Yami was praising Malik some more but Marik, strangely, did not even seem slightly bothered. Marik was still just as confident as I had seen him at the start of the fight.
"Come on, you blond idiot!" Bakura snarled at Marik, "Hurry up and beat that little shit!" It looked at Bakura with mild shock, but he didn't acknowledge me.
"Oh shut up." Marik snarled back, "I don't need you to tell me what to do, I know what I'm doing."
Bakura snarled again but did not retort back to Marik. Instead he tightened his grip around me, "You'd better not lose." Bakura's comment seemed to be directed to Marik, but he was more or less talking to himself, "I don't want those idiot rapists to get Ryou." Bakura leaned down and pressed his lips over mine quickly, "My little Ryou."
Bakura trailed off and buried his face in my hair and I smiled at him. But even this little romantic moment didn't quite cut the tension building in the air around Malik and Marik. Malik was standing in a triumphant glory, his powerful creatures staring down threateningly on Marik's own; and Marik stood with that same psychotic air about him, his worry seemed nonexistent.
Then Malik ordered his attack, and by the way everything about us seemed to be raging I knew that this would be the finishing move. Someone would be losing soon. The noise was so loud that Malik's order was lost to the sky, there was no way I could even see the happenings through the sudden light. The abrupt flurry of wind caused Bakura to shield my entire body with his; but when things were calm again I looked back toward the field.
A cold silence wafted in the air while the two similar looking individuals stared each other down. Whoever had lost seemed unwilling to admit defeat. Then the loser was taken over by a sudden anger and his Duel Disk was hurled to the ground. Cards scattered about the streets and the broken machine lay destroyed at the loser's feet.
Marik smirked and his insane laughter boomed throughout the streets waking people within their houses, lights turned on and people rushed to their windows to see of the excitement or to put an end to unnecessary noise. They were all curious, so most of them waited for the extent of Marik's laughter; others simply got out earplugs and went back to bed.
Finally the insane booming sound calmed and turned into a low chuckle, and then to the point in which Marik spoke with only amusement in his voice, "My dear Malik, welcome to your new occupation as Ryou's slave." His laughter once again echoed down the streets and this time there were shouts by the onlookers to: 'knock it off.' But Marik continued more to mock the loser across the street from him.
Yami stepped forward and ignored Marik's taunting laughter. He took Malik by the shoulders and pressed his lips to Malik's. I couldn't tell very well from where I sat, but the kiss appeared to be very passion filled.
Marik's laughter finally died down again, "So sorry to take your little lover from you, but maybe I'll let you play a little if you give me the Puzzle and your Egyptian God Cards…"
"No chance Marik."
Marik shrugged his shoulders, "Suit yourself, I guess you do have your other two fuck buddies so you won't be lonely." Marik strode over to them, "Come on now, Malik, its time to go to your Master." Marik laughed again before snatching Malik's arm. He proceeded to drag the struggling boy away from the Pharaoh, and at the same time Yami and his remaining partners turned and left.
I once again felt sorry for Malik, by the look on his face when he'd finally given up fighting I could tell that he was very upset; but Marik had been right. Malik would have, no doubt, come back to torture me if he hadn't been the 'prize' in the Duel. I had to remind myself that Malik did deserve this, but I still felt bad about it.
"Now then, why don't you bow at your Master's feet, you can get up when I'm finished talking to—"
"I don't have to listen to you! You may have beaten me but you said I belong to Ryou, so I sure as hell am not going to listen to an asshole like you!" Malik hissed ripping his arm from Marik's grasp.
"You may not belong directly to me, but because Ryou is mine and he owns you that indirectly makes you mine. So shut up and do as you're told!" Marik shoved Malik down onto his knees before me, but Malik did not bow. Marik decided that it was good enough for now. He then held out his hand to help me up and then, surprisingly, he helped Bakura up as well."Let's talk Bakura, about Ryou." Bakura snorted in response, so Marik decided to continue, "Ryou loves you, right?" Marik looked to me for confirmation so I nodded, he then directed his gaze back to Bakura, "Well, if you haven't guessed, I like Ryou." Marik leaned in closer to stare in Bakura's eyes. They were dangerously close and I half expected one of them to snap the other's head off, "I do so want to keep him for myself, but I know that he won't be happy unless he's with you. So, let's have a little compromise. I'll let him stay here, but I want to be with him too."
"So?" Bakura snarled.
"So? SO!" Malik snapped from where he sat, "Damn you're stupid! He's asking to move in with you genius!" Bakura snarled a threat down at him.
"You'd better keep quiet, I don't care who you 'belong' to that won't stop me from smacking you."
"You want to move in…" I spoke up mostly to prevent an argument between the two. I trailed off a moment to think about what father would say about the sudden appearance of twice as many guests in out home as his last visit, "I don't know if that's—"
"Come on Ryou. Isn't that the least you can do for your savior?" Marik was right about that, surely my father would be grateful if he were to know what Marik did for me.
"Wait a second! You knew about their plans to rape Ryou, didn't you?" Bakura sneered and took hold of Marik's shirt; his fingers curled into the fabric and he bared his teeth threateningly.
Marik quickly took hold of Bakura's arm and twisted him around so that one arm was pinned behind his back and he was held firmly against the Egyptian psycho's chest, "I didn't know about their stupid plan until Thursday (1) and then I did not have my full strength back. I would have ended up in the Shadow Realm again if I had fought the Pharaoh then." Bakura finally struggled his way free of Marik and spun around to face him.
"Fine!" Bakura growled, "Fine! But if you hurt Ryou I swear I'll tear you apart slowly piece by piece until you're on the brink of death, and then you'll find your wretched soul back where it should be."
"Uh…" I spoke up hesitantly, "W-We should think about where we're going to all sleep. We don't have four beds in the house, only three." I took hold of Bakura's hand to keep him calmed and he broke his cold glare with Marik to give me a small smile.
The four of us finally went into the house. I glanced at the clock; it was already quarter to six and at the sight of those numbers I suddenly got very sleepy, "I'm tired, let's figure things out quickly."
I yawned sleepily letting a tired little moan pass through my lips before I continued with the plans for my new guests, "Ok, my room and Bakura's room are already taken up, so I suppose that someone will have to take my father's room and then someone will take the couch."
"I'll sleep on the couch!" Malik surprised me with his volunteering attitude. I was about to agree with him and allow him the couch, when Marik snarled at him effectively cutting of my words before they came.
"Don't try to trick him, Malik." Marik snarled, "You just want to escape." Marik turned his gaze back to me, "If he does sleep on the couch we'll have to chain him down." Malik snarled right back and soon they were eye-to-eye ready to slash the throat of the other.
"W-Why don't we just lock Malik in Dad's room? He doesn't keep much of value in there, he shouldn't be able to get through the window, and there's a lock on the outside of the door." (2) The two pulled back from each other, but now I could hear Marik grumbling unintelligible and angry things at me.
Finally Marik's words came together to form a sentence I could fully comprehend, "I'm not sleeping on the fucking couch, Ryou." Marik glared across the room at the helpless object
"Well," I began, "You can take my room and I'll sleep there. I really don't mind at all."
"You shouldn't have to." Marik replied now settling his angry gaze on Bakura, "I say Bakura should sleep on the couch!" Bakura glared at Marik knowing full well that the glare would be returned with great intensity.
Bakura then stopped his glaring and shrugged unfazed, "Fine, I really don't mind, go ahead and take my room, Marik. Just don't touch anything of mine or I'll kill you in your sleep."
I gasped in shock at Bakura actually being the one to relent in the argument, but then I saw the smirk spread about Bakura's face, "What?" Marik asked trying to hide his own stun over the situation.
"I realize I don't really need my own room anymore." Bakura responded, "Now that Ryou and I are together I should just share his bed." I gasped again feeling slight embarrassment and I hung my head from view. However I soon found myself looking up again at the sound of Marik snarling threateningly at my love.
"I won't let you!" Marik snarled, "He's still mine, and I want him! He should sleep with me!" The two resumed their growling, their cold eyes fixed on the other form. Each of them took fighting stances, and before I could protest they were at each other's throats on the floor. Snarling and cursing came from the tangled mess of flying fists as the two fought on like animals.
"Stop! Stop!" I shouted as they rolled about on the floor trying to keep dominance over the situation, "Please! Bakura! Marik!" They didn't register my desperate pleas at all, and their cursing rose to and even louder level, "Stop!" I whined out one final time realizing that my efforts were useless.
"Stupid idiots." Malik cursed bringing my attention to the other as he stepped away from their rolling form, "I bet," Malik murmured, "There's only one way to stop them." Malik lashed out an arm and grabbed my shirt. He pulled me over to the other side of the two where they could see, all while I struggled and cried out.
"Hey! What are you doing! Ger away from him!" Marik snapped from his position beneath Bakura. Malik simply smirked and placed a short-lived kiss over my lips before Bakura lunged at him. The two knocked me to the floor and they landed just to the side of me. A punch was delivered to Malik's face before Bakura stood again. My other then turned and helped me back to my feet.
"Stupid slut!" Bakura mumbled, "Touching my Ryou!" Bakura snarled and turned his glare back to Marik, who had also returned to his feet. I promptly stepped between them.
"Don't fight again!" I begged, "We can solve this problem, ok?" finally they both relented, thanks to my pleading, and they broke their enraged glare, "Why don't you just take turns?" I shivered slightly; feeling like I was allowing myself to be passed around for sex deprived savages even if that was not what the two were fighting over. I realized that I'd probably feel more comfortable with the two of them sharing my bed at the same time. At least then it seemed they would sooner kill each other than let anything sexually occur, and I knew I couldn't handle that right now. But it that did occur I'd probably wake up surrounded in a pool of someone else's blood.
I shook the thought from my head and tried to take control of the situation. I knew that no matter who I chose someone would be angry, so I had to come up with a good enough excuse for who I chose, "Tonight," I began in a slightly commanding voice, "I'll be with Bakura and then tomorrow with Marik and then back to—" Marik snarled and opened his mouth to protest. I huffed at him with as much of a glare as I could muster, "AND!" I raised my voice causing Marik to seal his lips with a suppressed glare thrown my way; "I'm choosing Bakura because of the lies that I told to him. I have a lot to repay you for too Marik, but I think I have to amended for these lies first."
"Ryou… you don't have to feel like you owe me anything." Bakura said taking a step toward me that, for once, wasn't rewarded with a growl from Marik, "You did what you felt you had to do. I'm not mad at all that you lied."
I threw myself in his arms and let out a long sob. I buried my face in his chest and cried out, "But I lost it all! I lied to you and I lost it! It was all for you and now it's gone! I lost it!" I cried sorrowfully against him as his arms encircled my waist. He drew me closer and slowly began to lead me away. I heard Marik and Malik follow us up the steps. Bakura directed the two to their resting places before he pulled me into my room and shut the door.
"Ryou let me tell you something." Bakura pulled me back slightly and looked at me through my tearful eyes, "I know you feel bad about that, but trust me. What they took wasn't everything. Ryou, there's plenty of things that you and I can do as lovers. There are things that neither of us has experienced and—" Bakura stopped himself and he bent down to kiss my tear stained cheeks, "—and when you're ready we'll show each other out love in many ways. By then it won't matter to either of us what they did to you." Bakura pulled me closer and nuzzled into my hair and a small smile made its way onto my pathetically drenched face. Right then it really didn't matter what they did to me. Some of my fantasies of Bakura and I began to run through my head, there really were plenty of things we could do and I felt that I wanted to try them all with my love.
"Come on, you're tired Ryou, I know it. Let's get you ready for be." Bakura ruffled my hair, which brought a small giggle from my throat before a swatted him away.
"I'm tired, let's just go to sleep." I smiled gently at him before staggering sleepily over to my bed and crawling under the covers. I was just too tired to change my clothes and Bakura seemed the same way. He climbed into the bed and circled his arms about me. We fell asleep in the sweet embrace of each other's arms. Hopefully nothing would ever prevent me from being in his arms again.
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I awoke to a sleep induced haze and glanced wearily about the room until my eyes settled on the clock. I sprung up in bed my eyes widening at the sight of those bright red numbers. As I moved frantically about trying to get to my feet I tore Bakura's arms from my waist, but at the lost feeling I remembered the events that led to Bakura in my bed in the first place. The entire weekend came flashing back and I allowed myself to settle back down in bed.
Bakura groaned from my side and reattached his arm about my waist, "What time is it?" Ignoring his question for the moment I slid my fingers over his and squeezed gently. A small smile crossed my lips as this occurred. I was finally free of them! I didn't have to lie to Bakura, there was no fear of being raped, and perhaps my life could go back to being relatively normal again.
Once again I heard a groan from Bakura and then he mumbled about the time again, "It's almost noon." I responded. With a small amount of worry I realized that I was missing school and that I hadn't even called in sick before going to bed earlier. I could get in trouble, but it really couldn't be helped now. I would just have to deal with the whole issue later. For now, I decided, I would get out of bed and fix breakfast.
I removed Bakura's arm from around my middle and climbed from the bed. He was asleep again, so he didn't notice that I had left him. I covered the side of his body that had been left exposed from my absence and then I turned to gather some fresh clothes from the dresser.
Remembering the new additions to the household I made a quick dash for the bathroom to dress. I had just put the clothes on the counter when I heard some curious noises coming from down in the kitchen. I poked my head back out the door and listened closely to the colorful language in both Japanese and Egyptian flowing angrily from the kitchen. It seemed that Malik was up to something down there and I was slightly worried as to what it could be.
I hurriedly descended the steps and turned into the kitchen. However I hadn't met the sight I expected to see. I thought that Malik would be swearing his face off at Marik, however there was nobody else in the room currently. There was only Malik with his back turned to me muttering any number of things before the swearing predominantly stood out. One thing was for sure; the profanity was directed at Marik, just as I thought. Nearly every curse ended with the name growled out in spite.
Realizing the danger of being completely alone with my supposed slave I turned quickly and fled back up the stairs and into the bathroom. Once there I locked the door and turned to the counter where my clothes lay. From there I continued my normal routine of brushing my teeth and hair, getting dressed and making sure that I would be presentable for any who would see me.
Then I exited the bathroom and went back down the stairs, I crept carefully past the kitchen to avoid the Egyptian who was still flinging curses wildly, although they had grown considerably quieter. I arrived in the living room and spotted Marik in chair, "Good morning, Marik!" I said happily with a slight wave in his direction. It felt wonderful to smile after spending the entire weekend so downtrodden.
Marik smiled at me slightly from his seat in the chair before his eyes fell back on the TV, "Did you sleep alright?" he asked.
"Yeah." I responded, "Did you?" Marik nodded again with a far-off look to him as he paid attention to the box, but he was also trying to keep notice of me.
"He wasn't too happy about it." Marik started up from nowhere, "But I got Malik to make us breakfast." I nodded, though he didn't seem to notice. I recalled the last time I had had breakfast with Malik, the morning after what they did. Now the thought of breakfast with Malik unnerved me. It reminded me of all of the things that they did. How they kissed me, and touched me, and—Mostly I remembered how they simply acted like nothing had happened. They hadn't even cared that all I wanted was to leave. They felt no remorse at all for what they did to me.
"Ryou." Startled I looked over at Marik who was glaring slightly at me, "Come here." My mind started screaming against the very thought of going near him, I was reminded of what had happened to me the last time I trusted people to be alone with me. Still I rose to my feet and bad my way over to him.
Marik stood as well to meet me as I stopped before him, "Ryou." Marik trailed off. He studied me for a moment before quickly engulfing me in his arms. Frightened even further I pushed away from him. He released me, weather it was from surprise or not, and he look at me without much hint of either.
"W-What are you doing?" I gasped shuffling away from him backwards; I probably looked frightened beyond belief. Marik looked away back to the TV and sat down in his chair.
"Don't looks so sad." He said simply. He didn't say anything after that, so neither did I. I'm sure he wouldn't respond to me anyhow. I returned to sitting also; I felt guilty for pushing him away. He only wanted to comfort me, right? So what would have been the harm in just letting him hold me?
I hoped that the fact that I didn't run away was enough to show him that I didn't mean anything by how I reacted to him. However I didn't get the chance to see any type of reaction.
Malik stepped into the room carrying a plate of food with a scowl on his face. At the sight of him I couldn't take my eyes off, I had to make sure he wouldn't do anything, "There! I finished your stupid fucking breakfast!" Malik stalked across the room and practically threw the plate of food at his other; though, to my surprise, nothing flew out at Marik.
Malik turned his cold glare on me and sneered, "What about you?" I recoiled but kept my eyes focused on him. There's no telling what he could do in just a second of me not watching.
"You shouldn't talk to your master like that, Malik. You might get yourself punished." Marik glared threateningly at him, the look he sported was something of a mixture of the 'how dare you!' look, and also, his eyes held amusement.
"What would you like me to make for you?" Malik corrected, it was apparent that he was trying desperately not to snap at me.
Marik let a smirk break out onto his face as he continued to badger Malik, "But Malik, you still haven't addressed him properly!" Marik stood and stepped close to Malik, "Care to try again?"
"It's not that big of a deal, Marik. H-He—just give him some time." I looked at him pleadingly and Marik drew back. He folded his arms across his chest and directed an angry look my way.
"Fine, but only because he's yours." Malik grit his teeth and shut his eyes. He really didn't like to be referred to as my possession.
"Uh, y-you can just get me some t-toast and the jam, please? O-Oh, and a knife." Malik spun quickly and stalked out of the room muttering and cursing left in his wake. Marik returned once again to his chair and fixed his eyes on the TV.
I quickly became aware of curses making their way downstairs followed by angry stomps, "DAMN YOU CURSED ISHTARS!" Bakura hollered as he made his angry way down the stairs still in the clothes he wore to bed. He pointed an accusing finger at Marik, "What the hell are you doing yelling this damn early in the morning?"
'I'm not about to put my entire life on hold for you Bakura, just because you want to sleep. It's already twelve thirty, so you'd better just deal with it." Bakura snorted and quickly made his way over to me to sit. His glares still continued to flick over at the Egyptian as he settled down. His arm draped around my shoulders and he gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning Ryou. Did you sleep alright?" Bakura ran the backs of his fingers gently over my cheek.
"Yeah!" I rested my head on his chest, "It was wonderful sleeping next to you!" I gently reached p to wrap my fingers in his hair and bring him closer to me. Our lips were brought together again, and soon we were pressing harder against each other to get more. Bakura slid his tongue out from his mouth.
I was excited to except the entry; this would be my first real kiss with Bakura as a couple. I had just parted my lips when a low and deadly growl came from the only other occupant in the room. I had to pull away to look at him. Half of me was frightened that he would go murderous, and the other half of me was disappointed we had to break the kiss.
Marik snarled something unintelligible at Bakura, but Bakura only returned the hateful gesture, "Stupid fuck, what are you so pissed about?" Bakura snarled, "It doesn't matter what sort of stupid claim you have on him! Ryou is my boyfriend and I'll kiss him if I want! If you—"
"B-Bakura!" I turned back to him and placed my hands on his chest, "Please, Bakura don't fight with him!" I looked back and forth between the two, "I want to be happy, but I can't he happy if you're fighting! Please, don't fight over me." I looked down into my lap and twisted nervously, "This is already hard, you shouldn't make things worse."
"Aww, poor little Ryou has things a little rough!" Malik snarled from his spot by the kitchen door. He held the items I requested in his hands as he strode over to the coffee table, "Here, eat your shit food, you dirty little—"
"Malik!" Marik snarled standing quickly and striding over to Malik. He grabbed Malik by his hair and dragged him into the kitchen, "I told you not to talk to him like that!" Marik snarled so low that I could barely hear it from where I sat. I was about to try to stop Marik when Bakura lashed out and pulled me back.
"Don't Ryou." Bakura pulled me to him and held me against his chest while the sound of flesh on flesh resounded through the house followed quickly by Malik's stifled cry of pain. Marik continued his low angry threats, which I could no longer understand.
"Come on Ryou, let's leave them." Bakura took hold of my food before pulling me to my feet and leading me back up the stairs.
"B-But what about Malik? I don't want him to get too hurt1" Bakura turned back to me and kissed my cheek. Another cry sounded from the kitchen followed by more of Marik's angry voice.
"Listen, can't you tell? Marik's anger is controlled. He won't hurt Malik too badly." Bakura sighed and turned back to ward the stairs, but he didn't continue quite yet, "Malik is far too rebellious to be a slave to you Ryou. He would have to be tortured pretty bad to even bend completely to Marik. (3) Malik will escape on day, but we have to make sure now that he won't come back to try and hurt you. We have to make this place as dangerous as possible for him." I nodded and followed him up the stairs.
As right as Bakura was I still didn't feel right about doing this to my former friend. As hard as I try I know that at least part of me will always think of Malik as the person that I thought I knew him as.
Index
(1) Thursday is, if you don't remember, the day before Joey, Malik, Yugi, and Yami raped Ryou for the first time. Also, it is the day that Marik was brought back from the Shadow Realm by Yami.
(2) You know the locks they have on old bathroom doors, the sliding locks? That's the kind of lock Ryou's referring to. :D I have one on the basement door! I can lock people out but they can lock me in. Lucky for them they haven't actually tried it.
(3) Not meant sexually, but it's fun to dream, isn't it?
Sorry, I couldn't fit the lemon in this chapter (This Chapter is 12 pages long! Geez!) It'll be near the start of the next one. ;) After all, where are Ryou and Bakura headed now? Too their room :D Hee Hee Hee.