Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh, wow, but I have fallen in love with a certain beauty, Ryou. Don't own Skillet: Whispers in the Dark, just used it for my story, great group.

Things are heating up for the shy teen. I only hope he can survive. Ryou is well loved and liked by his friends, but his home life is a nightmare. He finds peace in the darkness of his heart, but is it more? Will this dream surface and become a reality... Thanks to those that reviews and to all who are reading, remember its all fun. Enjoy... Warning: abuse/violence

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Recap: "Welcome, I've been waiting for you."

Chapter 11: Mother's love

Ryou felt a shiver go up his spine as his eyes adjusted to the fading light in the room. He could see the shadow of a man but beyond that he was clueless. All his instincts told him to run; victims often fell in love with their jailers and he was of no exception; confusion mirrored his waking thoughts. The dark had become his friend and lover. The shadows excited his senses.

"Who are you?" his voice waivered with anxiety or was it anticipation. The scent of roses disappeared it wasn't his night lover; it felt dangerous and sinister.

"Does it matter? You've been calling my name for a while and now I am here. The shadow moved to the bed and set next to the boy who retreated to the other side. It was unless and too late; Ryou could smell the scent of death.

"No, it's impossible," Ryou stood and attempted to run, but strong arms ruthlessly surrounded his neck and upper chest.

"Ahhh . . . my little pet is that any way to welcome your master back home." He tightened his grip and Ryou could feel the cold steel of a blade at his neck.

"It's a lie, I've never wanted you, its Kaiba . . . I mean" Ryou struggled; but stopped short as the blade pierced his sensitive skin. His blood scented the air and his mind took him back to the small dark room of all his nightmares.

Malik voice had a raspy sound, with broken words he had trouble getting out, but the meaning and his gesture left no room for doubt. "Oh its true, every night you have wondered where could my master be? . . . . Ah so it's the tall one you want. . . . So nice." Malik's twisted mind drifted for a spit second. "He's the one that gave me this wonderful new voice. I'm sure we will meet again, my lovely bastard."

'I've got to get away, but how, how. Mommy and Taki are in the other room, I've got to protect them,' Ryou's thoughts caused shivers to overtake his body. Once again he had to put his own life on the line. He also remembered Malik's evil words: 'all dead' it was a promise the psycho made when Kaiba and Joey captured him.

"Don't be a fool; I already have that bitch and her pup in my grasp. As for the tall one it's up to you if I serve him to you in pieces," he slid the knife along his cheek; a strand of silver hair mixed with the little trickles of blood as it dripped down his cheek. Tears mingled creating bloody puddles on the bed which the maid would find in the morning.

"Just make it quick . . . I don't care anymore." whispered Ryou.

"Ah . . . don't be so sad. . . . We will have lots of fun together when I get you home. . . ." Malik whispered against the boy's ear. "It's a new place filled with new toys and games. Now listen . . . There's a window behind this bed. We are going to climb out of it and walk down the path . . . Don't be a fool."

Malik release his captive and allowed the submissive boy the freedom to climb out of the window. Ryou stood alone shivering in the night breeze and wondered just how long he could endure this time. 'Would Kaiba, his knight be able to find him this time, before his mind gave way to complete madness?'

Ryou could smell the rotten stench as Malik approach, dried blood and Ra knows what else traveled with the man. Together they walked deep into the woods; a knife at his back.

"Stop . . . . What's that noise . . ." Malik looked ahead and a tall dark figure blocked his way. "Ahh . . . it's the tall one." Malik smiled. "So you've come out to play. I've missed you the most."

"Let him go," Kaiba commanded.

"But I'm not stopping him." Malik coughed up something green and purple. Then he spit it out; the ground sizzled.

"Kaiba . . . ." Ryou stood between the two men, his heart tearing into pieces.

"You've free to go where ever you want, my pet. Just don't forget to leave your address so I can tell your mother where you will be. I'm sure Taki will make a great servant in your place." Malik laughed, throwing his dirty blond hair over his shoulders.

"No . . . don't hurt them . . . ." Ryou screamed out. "I've made up my mind." He looked at Kaiba in farewell.

"Ryou don't be a fool, just walk forward." Kaiba couldn't believe the stupidity of this boy.

"Why, Kaiba . . . .Why?! . . ., I'm just a body to you!" He wiped the angry tears and blood from his face. "It's like you said. 'I'm not a gentle lover, I'll only hurt you.' Remember your words, Kaiba . . . remember. Will you care for me any better than him? Does anyone give a damn how I feel?"

"Well big guy, it looks like you've lost this time." Malik smirked at Kaiba. "When I tired of his delights I'll send him to you."

"You animal, I'll see you in hell before I let you lay a finger on him," Kaiba raised the gun he had hidden in his pants pocket.

"Woo . . . I'm shaking in my G-String . . . wiggle . . . wiggle. . . . Want some . . . don't mind sharing." The sickness flowed in waves from Malik's voice.

"Once that head is separated from your sick soul, we'll see whose laughing. Ryou step aside." Commanded Kaiba, rage colored his words.

"No Kaiba, stop it . . . I won't let you hurt him. . . . Not this time . . ." Ryou blocked Malik, his master from the gun. "If you going to shoot; then end my worthless life, now."

"Ryou, you're being an idiot. He has your mind twisted." The brunette tried to reason with the broken boy, but something had him locked into a prison of his own.

The trees started to rustle and one figure emerged out of the darkness. It was little Taki. "You bastard let my brother go."

"What's with you people, can't you see Ryou is mine, body and soul. Look how he protects me from that tall sexy one. It warms my heart, he's so sweet. Come to daddy Ryou." The boy turned toward the blond.

"RYOU! RYOU! . . . Stop it. You don't have to do this. I'm not afraid of him. He can't hurt us anymore." Taki's voice was calm and clear.

"No Taki, he'll always find us. He's the devil." Ryou moved closer; every step causing his heart to break.

"Kaiba say something, make him understand." Taki moved a step closer to his brother. "Brother, trust in me. In that moment Ryou heard another voice, he flinched and tried to remember the owner.

One more step he'd be in his arms, but his heart flipped over and a voice spoke in his mind. 'Call my name.' His last step and the scent of roses surrounded the boy's body, a scent for him alone.

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Ryou remembered: Flashback

Bakura took his claw and raked it over Ryou chest. He drew only a little blood and kissed his mark, while Ryou cried. "I must go, my love, but you only have to call my name and I will always be by your side. Now you must rest and promise not to fear this room or that man, because soon you will be free from this prison. Touch this mark and you will know my desire and feel my heat and passion. I am always a whisper in the dark, here for you always.

Taken from Chapter 4

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"Bakura, Bakura" Ryou whispered.

I will be the one that's gonna find you

I will be the one that gonna guild you

My love is a burning consuming fire.

He halted and realized that he was not alone. Now blocking his path from Malik his lover stood tall and strong; a breeze in the night air to human eyes. "I'm here my little kitten. Feel my heat as I surround you."

Instead of moving closer Ryou touched the mark on his chest and whispered again," Bakura."

"I said come here, boy. They can't protect you." Malik felt a strange presence in the air and backed away. He started to wave the knife at the boy. "I'll kill all of you . . . every one of you."

Seto aimed and cocked the trigger. Patience was over. He had a business to run...

"No Kaiba this is our fight, I can take him out, I'm not afraid and neither is Mommy." Taki's eyes drifted up to the sky and settle on a tall oak; tried and weather beaten but strengthen with the age of time.

Bathe in moonlight a shadow looked down with purpose in her eyes. Long silver hair wrapped around the tree trunk and the tips sparkled with stardust.

Kaiba gasp at the beauty in the tree. Ryou's mother was touched by the Ra. All the illness of the past has disappeared and only a mother and goddess remained.

In her hand she held a bow and arrow. It was an ancestral bow, passed down through the ages and she was an artist. It was the bow Malik though he had destroyed when his father died; he feared it's very existent. It was the bow that found its true owner; the same story as Excalibur, or Frodo's ring.

"Ha Ha . . . that bow, you've got to be joking, it's a fake. I destroyed your damn bow. I buried it with my father. He was too damn soft with you, slut."

Slowly two fingers wrapped around the string and pulled it tautly. She was ready. "Your dying father last wish was to give my family's greatest treasure a safe resting place. It was hidden from you and your malice."

"Lies . . . lie," Malik gain confidence and reached for Ryou; but he missed. "Damn it."

"Son, step away . . . He can't hurt us anymore." Softy the words and the scent of roses penetrated his mind. "I'm not alone; Mommy, Taki, and I are one." Ryou gathered all his courage and ran in the direction of his brother. Both watched and remembered the strength each possessed came from the woman in the tree.

The silver hair goddess eyes never left her target. "Have you forgotten the power of this bow, Malik; when its rightful owner draws it? It is the power of love. You will never hurt anyone ever again."

Malik turned and ran, but not before the arrow left its home.

"With this bow I sent you to hell!! Only a puff of smoke remained in the air and a scent of roses that floated around Ryou, giving him peace.

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Mokuba: Sherabo, Ryou's Mom, is hot stuff

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