Aaaaan, here's another chapter~! I know it's way past overdue...*cough*andsoaremyotherupdates*cough* But school is ending this week. I'll have /way/ more time to write now! :DDD
Anyways, you know the drill.
Warnings: Nothing, in this chapter.
Pairings: None to much, in this chapter
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. :
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
The small, tanned boy looked up at the night sky and smiled softly. The stars twinkled across the velvet darkness, the full moon shining clear through the dusky-colored clouds, the cool breeze fluttering past his chocolate skin, causing him to curl closer to the paler boy next to him.
"It's really pretty, 'Kura…" he whispered back, his head tucking under the older boy's chin. Bakura smiled slightly at him before stroking the blonde hair gently.
The tanner boy stole a glance at the door that led them up to the roof and sighed sadly. "I…I don't wanna go back down there…" he said softly.
Bakura sighed. "I know, Marik. But…we have to."
Marik's own soft sigh echoed his. "I hate this place. I hate Johnnson. I hate the food, the bed, and the clothes. I hate all of it. I-I just wanna go home…" he whimpered the last part, closing his eyes to prevent the tears from seeping out.
The paler patient frowned, tilting the younger boy's chin up with one finger. Without saying another word, he swooped down and placed a soft, gentle kiss on the tanned lips, nuzzling him afterwards. A curious pair of lilac eyes blinked up at him and he couldn't help but stroke the blonde hair, smiling softly.
"I hate this place too, Marik. But we have to live in it. It's just not our choice to make, and I can't promise you we'll make it out of here…" he started in a soft tone.
Marik's bottom lip quivered as he looked down, feeling cold inside at Bakura's words. However, the older boy lifted his chin up once again and the tanned patient was surprised to see pure adoration in the chocolate brown eyes.
"…But I can promise you that even though they've taken almost everything away from us, there is one thing they can never take away…and that's each other."
Marik seemed to brighten at that. "You'll be with me forever?" he whispered hopefully.
Bakura nodded, smiling softly. "Forever and ever."
The pale doctor bit into the red pen he had been twirling between his fingers as his eyes scanned down the papers, focusing on the small picture of the boy for a moment before turning back to the information.
He really did look like Marik's twin.
Nonetheless, he grunted to clear his mind and strolled down the dark hallway to the door of his new patient's room, a small smirk on his face. New meat always put him in a good mood. Slowly opening the door, his chocolate eyes fell onto his patient and he chuckled softly.
The young boy was trembling almost violently on the bed, his thin arms wrapped around his knees, which were nestled up against his chest and holding his chin up. The almost innocent-looking lilac eyes were shining with unshed tears. It was easy to see the poor boy was terrified.
Perfect.
Bakura kept up the small smirk as he pulled a chair up beside the bed where the teen was curled up and put on his best, fake smile. "Well now, you don't need to be that scared of me~" he teased. He was still so amazed how much this boy looked like Marik.
The littler one glanced up, his fearful eyes focusing on Bakura and he swallowed a little. "H-hello…" he said softly.
"Don't stutter, little one. Now, let's get started." Bakura purred and crossed his legs, getting comfortable. "Now, it says here that you have a list of a few phobias. Care to explain them?"
The tanned boy swallowed again. "P-phobias?"
Bakura's smirked reappeared. "Yes, it says you are afraid of both closed in spaces and being restrained." Even as he said it, he could see the pure terror in those adorable, large eyes of his.
"I…I…." he stuttered again.
The pale doctor narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to his patient. "Tell me, boy." He said, almost darkly.
Malik, the tanned patient, made a third swallowing sound before taking a deep breath. "I….don't like being in closed spaces because I lived underground…" he said in a soft tone.
Bakura grinned. The boy just needed a little push. "Underground? Where?"
"I-in Egypt…"
"Stop stuttering. Now, was there a specific room underground that, let's say, suffocated you?"
Malik's eyes widened even before the doctor finished his questioned and let out a small whimper. "N-no…no more….no more. I-I'll be good, daddy…." He started to ramble, softly and brokenly.
The white-haired doctor's brown eyes narrowed as he scribbled down a few things as notes before turning back to the quivering teen. "What do you see?"
The boy's lilac eyes were wide with fear. "T-the…Ceremonial….c-chambers…" he whimpered out, curling against the wall and curling in on himself protectively.
"Ah, ah, eyes to me, Malik~" Bakura crooned, waiting until those delicious, lilac orbs stared straight at him before he continued. "What is happening in this room, boy? Something bad?"
Malik swallowed and nodded. "F-father…gave me the Tomb Keeper's Initiation…" he whispered.
"And what does that mean?"
"H-he tied me down and…a-and ….carved into m-my back! I-I had to stay there forever a-and I couldn't leave and….and…." he trailed off, breaking into a fit of sad-sounding sobs that shook his small frame.
Bakura hummed, writing some more things down. "Tied you down, eh? That must be where fear of restraints came from…" he muttered. "And what happened to dear old daddy after this…initiation?"
"I killed him."
The pale doctor's eyes widened slightly. "Pardon?"
"I-I kill him! I…I couldn't…I d-didn't…I…!" the boy nearly screamed out in his misery. Bakura rolled his eyes and, with a reluctant sigh, sat down next to the boy on the bed and took his wrists in either hand, his grip firm.
"Listen to me, Malik. All these fears you have, they're worthless. They don't mean anything." He stated in a firm tone, his eyes even harder.
"B-but…."
"Why don't I take you up on the roof, huh? Clear, open space might do that little mind some good~" the doctor said with a purr, already reaching for the keys in his black, coat pocket.
The poor boy really was too trusting for his own good. Hope clawed its way up into the lilac eyes and Bakura couldn't help but be reminded of Marik again. "Really?"
"Yes, really. Now come on."
The teen's eyes widened and he smiled slightly, wiping the fresh tears from his face as he stood up on trembling legs and followed his doctor out of the small room, glancing curiously at all of the dim and dark halls that seemed to go off in all directions.
Bakura quickly snatched the boy's hand up. "Stay with me, Malik." He warned gently, taking the all too familiar path towards the door that led to the roof. He hissed warningly at the other doctors that seemed to be interested in his patient and tugged the boy closer, glad to already be at the steps of the door. With a quick flip of the key, the metal door was pushed open and the city lights under a moonlit sky was suddenly opened up to them.
Malik's eyes popped open at the sight and he instantly squirmed away from his doctor to gaze around, taking it all in with a small, joyful smile on his face. "Wow…" he whispered out softly.
Bakura watched with mild interest, leaning against the doorframe. He wanted to the rid his patient of all the fearful and skittish tendencies and fears that he had. Easier said then done, of course. However, each patient had a different way of being broken through to. Malik's mind was weak, soft and far too obedient. Then, perhaps…
The pale doctor chuckled darkly before he strolled up to the tanned teen, wrapping his arms around Malik's shoulders. "It is beautiful, isn't it~?" he purred.
Malik's cheeks erupted in a dark flush as he tried to squirm away a bit. He didn't feel all that comfortable with Bakura that close. "Y-yeah…" he whispered back.
Bakura chuckled again, he mouth right next to the boy's ear. "So open, so fear, so…fearless…" he provided a small kiss on the tanned cheek at the last word, making Malik squeak.
"D-doctor?"
"Shhh, Malik. Don't be afraid…"
But the boy was afraid. He was up here all alone with his doctor. And he wasn't stupid, he had heard the rumors about the doctors of Domino Asylum. What if Bakura…
He started to squirm.
Bakura chuckled again before pressing his lips against the teen's in a gentle kiss, grinning mentally at how his instantly stopped squirming, trying to kiss back slowly. 'Good boy…' he murmured to himself before he started to walk the boy forward.
All the way forward until they were nearly dangling over the edge. But this was all part of Bakura's plan. And so, with a small push, he managed to hang the boy slightly over the edge of the building while he held him fast.
Malik screamed out in terror, his lilac eyes wide in panic. He looked at Bakura desperately. "No! N-no! Please! Doctor, don't!"
Bakura hushed him softly. "Do you see now, Malik? Do you see how easy it is to be fearful, and to be fearless?"
The boy's terrified lilac eyes blinked a few times.
Bakura continued with a smirk. "I could let you fall, right now, and you wouldn't feel any fear in the world. You would just be falling…and falling, completely free. That is, of course, until you hit the ground."
"N-No!"
"But do you see how easy it is? I can set you free, boy…"
"I-I wanna live! P-please don't! Please! PLEASE!" he screamed desperately, new tears starting to run down his face.
Bakura studied the boy for a second before a chuckled and drew him up, into his arms. He laughed softly as Malik clung to him with all his might, his small boy trembling. Bakura couldn't help but stroke the blonde hair softly, frowning as he saw Marik, once again.
"Well now, that's enough time on the roof, don't you think~?"