Fuck this was a hard chapter to write. UGH! I hate myself for what I've done -covers face and groans- I'm sure all of you will too. But I ASSURE you, it'll all be worth it. But...greagh...just writing this gave me a horrible taste in my mouth.
Warning: Slightly upsetting material ahead. Ugh..I can't believe I /did/ this. Nothing to to extreme, just...uncomfertable...
A Lunar Eclipse was a regular occurrence. It came around at least once, sometimes twice, and very rarely three times a year. During that time, the sun would block out the moon, and the moon's power would be, for the day, nonexistent.
Which, up until now, had never actually been a problem. Usually Bakura kept a close eye on the days, knew exactly when that time would arrive, and could depend on the two he usually only spoke two or three words too to keep a close eye on him in the state of vulnerability. Friends the Dusk and the Moon may not be, but Yami certainly held a sort of respect to the blue hair, and so thus was willing to look after him until the time had passed.
Unfortunately, everything that had happened as of late had completely distracted him from his oncoming doom, and now he suddenly found himself stranded in the middle of no where, utterly powerless, and at the mercy of the world around him. Fear was becoming a rather intimate friend of his lately, between Marik and now this, but it never ceased to leave a unpleasant taste in his mouth. Sitting curled up on the ground, back pressed firmly against the tree, Bakura sat with his knees drawn up to his chest, every movement making him twitch.
Certainly he had more then enough physical strength to fight off most mortals - after all, just because he usually had limitless powers didn't mean he failed to keep in shape - but there was the constant lingering threat of him bumping into an immortal, or an elite who had a problem with him, or even a god. In the face of any of those, he would be as defenceless as a newborn baby, and that thought both scared him and infuriated him. Or perhaps it infuriated him because it scared him.
Breathing out shakily he kept his eyes open despite the instinctive desire to close them and block the world around him, remaining on constant guard. Part of him urged to get up and track down the Dusk - or the Dawn, which might actually be more preferable because the Dusk was still pretty agitated by what was going on between him and Marik - but the other part held him down firmly. After all, he had no fucking clue where he was, so wandering around was just as likely to place him at the feet of an enemy as it was an ally.
He didn't even want to think about what would happen if he bumped into the Sun of all people.
Shuddering he drew further into himself; one constant fear nagged at the back of his mind, causing the hair on the back of his neck to prickle. At the moment, he truly was a mortal. All immunities to death was lost for the next twelve or so hours - so if he was killed, there was no coming back. Which was another reason the Dusk was willing to protect him, because you couldn't replace the moon. There was only one moon. There always had only been one moon. If the moon died, there would never be another moon. He couldn't even begin to fathom what effect that would have on the rest of the world.
Finally the need to move became to much and shakily the blue hair rose to his feet, eyes darting across the clearing with open suspicion, senses on high alert even as he began picking his way through the forest. Rather be a moving target then a sitting duck - besides, walking raised the chance of finding, at the least, his two elite's. And at this point, even Ryou was stronger then him. So if he could find one of the star's...
"Mmm~ Well what do we have here?" A cruel, tilting voice rippled through the leaves and Bakura froze, body tensing like a bow. Fuck. Swallowing thickly he slowly lifted himself up straight, putting on a false face of calm collectiveness, and glanced over his shoulder carelessly at the speaker.
Behind him stood a tall, pale skinned man. Long white hair fell starkly down his back, covering his left eye from view, his right a glinting deep brown in colour. From his forehead protruded a long, curled horn; about mid-waist his flesh fused into white fur. Instead of feet he had two, pale gray hooves, and a white horse's tail flicked behind him.
Recognition sparked and Bakura fought down the urge to bolt. Of all people, he had to run into Pegasus. The unicorn was renown for his cruelty, his interest in pretty boys, and the fact he tended to enjoy putting both of those together. Plainly put; Pegasus was a pervert who loved nothing more then dominating gorgeous males and making them scream, raping them of their strength, will, and soul. For example - the currently defenceless moon standing in front of him.
"What do we have? I do hope you were referring to you're imaginary friend, Pegasus, because we certainly have nothing here. Except for a repulsive old unicorn and a very aggravated Moon." Bakura drawled coolly, praying to..well, technically no one, because he had no god to pray to, so he'd settle for praying to Dusk, because at the moment Yami was the only one who could save his sorry ass. So he was praying to Yami that Pegasus would be unaware of his current situation.
Not waiting to give the rapist time to respond the blue hair continued on his way, muscles tense, teeth clenched slightly, ready for an attack at any second. Or at least he thought he was - up until a hand grabbed him by the wrist, yanked his arm behind his back, and slammed him roughly into a nearby tree. Despite his best effort a pained hiss whistled past Bakura's teeth as bark rubbed roughly at his chest, neck arching slightly with a louder cry of pain when his arm was twisted at a horribly agonizing angle.
"Mm..No, no. What we have here, my dear, is a very defenceless moon...and a repulsive old unicorn who currently has the aforementioned at his mercy." Pegasus crooned, watching in twisted delight as the blue hair writhed against his grip, eyes closed tightly in agony as he tried to escape the painfully tight grip on his wrist.
Fuck. FUCK! Fighting back the choked sob of both pain and growing panic Bakura forced himself to stop struggling because it was only causing more torture on himself, breathing harshly as he grit his teeth together. This is exactly what he had been afraid of; now he was in the middle of no where, powerless, and in the hands of one of the last people on earth he wanted to be at the mercy of. More pressure was pressed against his arm and he ripped into his lip to stop the shriek from escaping his throat, shoulders shaking violently in the desire to repress his own cries. Don't give him the satisfaction.
But fuck it hurt! More then anything else he had experienced before, because all the times before he had still been powerful. Had better resistance to pain, to injury, to cold, to heat...Now he was no better then a normal human. So everything was so much more unbearable, which is why the grip on his arm had him nearly on his knees in agony. He wasn't used to any kind of pain, and this was just..there was no word to describe it.
"What, no witty comeback? Is the poor little moon speechless?" Pegasus goaded and Bakura snarled, breathing in deeply, then opened his mouth and screamed.
Or tried to - instead he merely choked violently as a piece of cloth was shoved into his mouth, cutting off not only his yell, but also most of his air circulation. Choking violently now he resumed his vicious struggles, only to still when the unicorn forced his arm almost to the breaking point, the pain blinding and numbing him at the same time.
"Now now, that wasn't very smart! Did you honestly think I'd let you make a fuss? That would bring you're friends and ruin our fun." The man purred, his free hand brushing along the moon's shoulder blades, ignoring the struggles that were steadily getting weaker. Obviously Bakura was wearing himself out to the point of exhaustion, tears of frustration and humiliation pricking the sides of his eyes.
Head slumping forward the blue hair gasped haggardly as best he could around the cloth in his mouth, immobilized by his own exhaustion and the pain pulsating through his body. Suddenly he didn't care if the Sun did come for him. Anything was better then being where he was right now, then those hands teasing the bottom of his shirt, then that breath brushing his ear. The taste of bile stung the back of his throat and he choked around the gag, trying desperately to hold it back - a vomit soaked gag would not be pleasant, and would only make this entire situation even more agonizing.
Faintly he detected the sound of the unicorn crooning something to him, but his mind was slowly going blank as he began to retreat inwards. Defeat had sunk in and he realized no matter what the fuck he did, he couldn't escape. Not physically, anyway's. So instead he settled for crawling away mentally, sinking far into the depths of his mind. The pain began to fade, as did the feeling of the tree, and the sound of the other's voice and the wind and the taste of fabric...
In that instant the moon abandoned his body and sank into his mind, tuning out the rest of the world around him.
Excuse me as I go shove burning hot bars of soap down my throat. And into my eye sockets. And my ears,
Don't hate me my fans, PLEASE! I promise PROMISE next chapter will make up for this..this..monstrosity....-cries to self-
