Title: Control
By: KuroSakura-chan
Summary: Ryou and the others thought it was bad when the Shadows dropped them into Middle Earth. But when Bakura's kleptomania acts up, and he steals the One Ring, things get decidedly worse.
Category: Lord of the Rings/Yu-Gi-Oh!
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance
Couples: Seto/Bakura, Seto/Yami, Marik/Ryou, Malik/Otogi, ?/Bakura,
Warning: Swearing, Yaoi,
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, nor do I own Lord of the Rings, though I own several copies of each book, have read them all, have seen all the movies, have several Legolas posters, and generally am an all-around nerd when it comes to it.
A/N: So you all are aware, Control is a fic that I have to write out completely before it gets posted. Thus, it might take awhile, as I am notorious for not being able to spend more than an hour working on one thing, and thus, I switch. Please understand.
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-Seto-
"Dammit, Bakura-!" Even as I force myself to stand, I know I won't catch him. Still, I won't let myself wallow in pain, though Bakura definitely slammed his knee into my groin with enough force to keep a lesser man down for awhile.
As I reach out after Bakura, I notice the small ring he is slipping on his finger. The middle finger of his right hand, the importance of which is not lost on me. It's the finger he always uses to flip people off. Namely, Yami or I. Depends on who's pissing him off most at the time. No matter what finger he slips it on, though, I was not expecting him to vanish from sight. I can only stare, even as a dark body darts out of the adjoining hall, reaching for Bakura. The stranger has no idea of who he is dealing with, though, so he grasps only air where Bakura had been standing. Not that I have any idea as to where Bakura is now. He's fast normally, but now that he is invisible, there is no way we'll be able to catch him.
It's times like this that make me wish the Millennium Ring isn't the only Item that can track other Items. It makes tracking Bakura extremely difficult. After all, the only Item that can track the others is possessed by the person we want to usually track. The irony is not lost on me. One would think that the Puzzle could do it too. It really isn't useful for anything other than summoning Yami, and even that is getting old, fast.
The other person turns to me, walking over, a frustrated look on his face. "Where is he going?"
"How should I know? He probably doesn't even know where he's going." I snap, turning to head back to the room. I need to give myself a moment to lie down. Bakura and I are going to be at odds about this for awhile. I do not appreciate being need in my balls.
"Hold on, you need to come with me." The man says, grabbing my arm. He starts to tug me along, and I growl, swinging at him with my right fist. He ducks my swing, yanking on my left arm. I'm thrown off-balance, but this hall is small enough that I can brace one of my legs against the wall while the other braces against the floor, keeping me upright. Of course, the pain of having my balls busted blossoms anew, and black spots appear in my vision.
He notices, of course, and uses my moment of weakness to yank on my arm again. This time, my legs refuse to brace, and I find myself face down on the floor. He quickly grabs my right arm and twists them both behind my back. He yanks me up and drags me along, ignoring my weak struggles. He has my arms in a tight grip against my back, and I am effectively kept from more than token protests. I seethe as he pulls me along, bitter that I was so easily overtaken. I have taken many years of martial arts, and in a fair fight, I don't usually lose. But, this man had Bakura's help, even if indirectly.
As we move down the hallway, I realize it's very quiet. Most of the people are likely to still be in the main room, so I suppose it makes sense. We turn a corner and come face-to-face with Malik and Otogi. They look mildly unhappy, so Yami must be having a bitch-fit again. Or still. Actually, it's probably the same one he was having when I left the room, so I'm going to assume it's the same one.
We all stop moving, my captor unable to continue on with Malik and Otogi blocking the way. I see something snap behind Malik's eyes as he gently pushes Otogi back. He uses his other hand to pull the Millennium Rod from behind his back while his hair stands on end. I don't know how it does that, but with this group, it isn't worth asking. Marik, now in control, holds up the Rod, his other hand reaching up to remove the sheath bottom(1). I haven't seen him use the Rod like this in awhile, since he prefers to use actual knives. Likely because of what the Rod's blade was originally used for, at least, with the Tomb Keepers.
Marik takes a step forward, and my captor's grip on my arms tighten. He must recognize that there is going to be a fight, and to protect himself, he'll have to release me. When Marik takes another step forward, he finally does release me. I step to the side, ignoring my body's desire to collapse. Marik pauses where he is, glancing over at me. I can see the anger in his eyes, but also the unsureness. Normally, Marik wouldn't hesitate, but Ryou has trained most of his murderous instincts out of him. And I'm tempted to let him kill this guy, but Otogi steps up an shakes his head.
"'Kura likes him, Marik. Let's at least hear him out first."
A/N: Sorry it's so short. It kinda just stopped writing itself, and I needed something to post today, so...-shrug-
(1): I'm using the Manga info. I did research.
Next Chapter:
-Otogi-