Hikari to Yami

Pairing: Thiefshipping

Rating: high T

Warnings: language, rape, Ooc-ness

Disclaimer: I'll inform you all when I do own Yugioh, but right now it's not the case.

Captured. Defenseless. Weak. Trapped.

Strong arms holding me down, bruising the skin on my wrists. Cruel hips thrusting. Impaired by a stranger. Pain. Unbearable, hot searing. Splitting me in half.

Sobs shaking my form. Unheard. Unseen. Unloved.

Finally after what seems like hours of torture he leaves. My broken body too exhausted to move, I stay lying in the small ally he's dragged me into.

I can still feel the touch of his filthy fingers roaming over my body, dirtying me. Deflowering me. Taking everything I had left.

I am lower than scum, don't deserve to live. To be loved.

Love… My boyfriend won't like me anymore. I promised him to give him my virginity as soon as I'm ready. But now I'm impure. Too filthy for him to have.

Eventually my tears stop, the pain becoming a dull throb at the back of my mind as I draw my defenses up and shut my feelings out. I am good at that. After all I had to endure years of abuse from my father.

Pulling my pants on again I limp out of the ally and into the direction of my apartment. Our apartment. My lover and I share it.

I am glad that it's already past midnight (according to my watch), which means my boyfriend must already be at work. He works nightshift at a gas station so he can afford university.

I myself work in a small café as a waiter. Today, like on every other Monday, I've had work from 1 pm till 8 pm and then I'd have one and a half hours at home with my lover before he leaves for his work at quarter to ten.

Not today though. Today I didn't manage to go home. When I was happily walking down the street that leads to our apartment building someone had suddenly grabbed me from behind and dragged me into that awful ally.

I slowly turn the key to open our apartment door and as it clicks I cautiously opened it. It's dark like in that ally…

My breathing quickens, heart running a marathon and hands clenching into fists. I break into a sweat as panic squeezes my insides, turning them to ice. I force myself to calm down, taking in deep gulps of air. I close the door behind me and take a few uneasy steps.

Eventually I reach the living room, my hand searching and finding the light switch. Bright light floods the room and I have to squeeze my eyes shut to not be blinded. When I open them again, adjusting to the bright surroundings, my eyes meet a blood red gaze.

"B-Bakura…" I breathe my lover's name.

"Where have you been? I was worried sick for you!"

I don't deserve him. I only cause him problems. And I can't even give him anything back. I let someone take the only thing he ever wanted of me. I haven't been strong enough to defend myself, what I had kept for him. A weakling like me, scum, doesn't deserve to be with him. That worried look.

The pain caomes back, hitting me hard, forcing me to my knees with a groan. My head, ribs, stomach, legs arms. All covered in bruises. My right arm most likely broken. But the worst hurts my rear. Sticky liquid dried to the insides of my thighs. Blood, my own, and… HIS bodily fluids.

A hand touches my shoulder and I violently jerk back. Memories of the fingers breaking my body, maybe HE is back. Found me again. Decided to have some more fun. A loud sob escapes my throat, shudders shaking my form.

"Malik…" I hear my boyfriend's concerned voice and once again feel those hands.

But this time I know that it's my lover. The one I trust. Who has my heart and soul. And I allow him to touch me, suppressing the memories and the urge to either run away screaming or hit him.

My name falls from his lips repeatedly, a quiet mantra, calming me. Comforting me.

His arms wind around me, bringing me close to his body. It's warm and safe there. I want to hide in his arms, close off the rest of the world. Together with him. Forever.

I don't care if I deserve him anymore. If I'm filthy. He is there for me. He hugs me even though… but he doesn't know! When he finds out he'll surely… leave me…

But I have to tell him. We promised each other to never have secrets. And I will stick to that vow.

I try to escape his embrace, struggle to break the contact, but he is too strong.

"Ba-Bakura! Let go! I don't… I… I'm not…"

"Shhh. It's okay. I'm there for you." He whispers, still not letting go.

Finally the tears I've been holding back fall freely. Violent sobs shake my body, my hands clutching at his blue and white striped shirt.

"I…I don't… he… I couldn't… he raped me Bakura!" I managed between sobs, the last part coming out as a cream.

A comforting hand begins to tenderly stroke my back, his continuous muttering of my name never stopping.

[mind the line]

Bakura's POV:

My heart pounds angrily in my chest, a furious scowl etched onto my features. I hold my love close as he clutches onto my shirt, face buried in my chest. His frail form shakes violently with sobs, his defenses completely broken down.

I have never seen him like this before. Not even his abusive father and the lack of freedom for the first eleven years of his life caused him to break down like this.

My hate for that scum who did this to him intensifies. I want to rip that bastard's cock off and shove it into his ugly mouth. And then chop his testicles to tiny tiny bits!

Malik suddenly flinches and I withdraw to pull his shirt up and look at the damage done to his body. Black and purple bruises litter his soft caramel skin. Cuts and scratches next to his old scars.

On a whim I tenderly press my lips to an especially nasty looking bruise on his narrow chest in a chaste kiss. Trembling fingers reach for my hands, his lilac gaze searching my reddish brown one, silent plead for forgiveness in those beautiful gems.

"I… I'm sorry… I couldn't… I promised…"

To give me your virginity…

"It's okay… It will still be your first time. With me…"

I touch my forehead to his, never breaking eye contact nor our hand lock, and nuzzle his nose with mine. Then I bring my, still joined with his, hand up to wipe away his tears.

"You led me out of my darkness, were my shining light. When I lost everything you were there for me and put the pieces back together. Now it's my turn to help you. Let me be your happiness, my light." I smile slightly and stroke a strand of golden hair out of his sweet face.

He nods, hope appearing in his lilac orbs.

"Aishiteru, yami no tenshi." Is his whispered reply.

"Ana uhibbuk, hikari no akuma." I smile.

That moment I know he will be fine one day.

Word count: 1.207

Hikari – light

Yami – darkness

Hikari to yami - light and darkness

Aishiteru – I love you (some boys say aishiteruze to be cool)

Yami no tenshi – angel of darkness

Ana uhibbuk – I love you (in ancient Egyptian)

Hikari no akuma – demon of light