Quite a bit shorter then my other chapters, sorry. I just really wanted to get this up to apologize for the previous chapter. Blagh....Still hate myself for that.
At the moment, he could see nothing. Nor, for that matter, could he feel anything, which was an even greater blessing. Very faintly he could detect the sounds around them but they were incredibly dull; as if he had a pillow pressed hard against both ears. Barely he could pick up the voice of the bastard touching him - or who he thought was touching him, hard to tell when one's entire body has gone numb - but no actual words could be picked out and for that he was incredibly grateful.
Floating in his own little world the moon allowed himself to completely lose himself into the state of utter blissfulness, knowing it was probably dangerous to retreat this deep into his mind but not really caring at this point. At least it was comfortable here; well, not literally, since there was no real feeling, but it was a fuck lot better then where his body was right now.
Free to mentally wander, since there was really nothing else he could do at this point, Bakura selected the most soothing of his memories - that, of course, being the morning he woke with Marik. Mentally grinning - a grin that never made it to physical, his true face remaining blank - the blue hair basked in the pleasant warmth that still lingered from that moment. Though the result had certainly been unwelcome, it was well worth the few seconds spent able to look at the beautiful blond freely. A sudden ache pricked at the back of his mind; somehow, he had the painful feeling that Pegasus wasn't planning on letting him go.
After all, if he lived to the next day, he'd show the unicorn exactly what pain truly was. That was something that hadn't really occurred to him before, and now he was forced to face the undeniable truth. Today was probably the day he was going to die. Surprisingly, he wasn't really scared of death - maybe the Dusk would be able to bring him back. Maybe not. What happened if he died? It was an odd concept, one that caused his head to spin and throb.
Then came the regret that the last time he had seen the sun was with them at each other's throat; and that would be the last time he ever would see Marik. Pain tore through his body, doing more harm then anything Pegasus could inflict, the sheer realization that he would never see the blond again tearing into him life a knife.
Something sank into his back and the moon released a pain-filled shriek, abruptly thrust back into reality. Everything came crashing back; the taste of blood in his mouth - when had he bit his tongue? - the wind billowing around him, the throbbing in his still pinned arm, the bark cutting into his skin, and most importantly the knife now shoved deep into his lower back.
"Welcome back to the world of living my dear. Took a little nap did we?" The unicorn purred into his ear and Bakura was forced to clench his throat just to prevent the bile that suddenly came rushing up from escaping. Fuck it HURT! He didn't even know what actually hurt anymore because everything did, from toes to head throbbed and burned and stung and despite it all he refused to cry because he did NOT cry!
"Go fuck yourself." He choked out, coughing wretchedly, the sting of stomach acid only adding to the miserable state he was in. A low chuckle was his only response and suddenly he found himself turned around, back slamming against the trunk, arm still pinned behind him by his own weight.
"Why would I do that, when I have a gorgeous male such as yourself?" Pegasus chuckled darkly, lips twisting into a vile leer, and Bakura's stomach lurched in another failed attempt to empty itself. "Smile for me, my dear moon."
A feeling of sickening dejavu swept over him, but for the life of him Bakura had no idea why. There was no fucking way he had ever experienced this before, because no one would have dared...
The cold chill of a hand pressed to his cheek caused him to jerk and bare his teeth, numbness rushing through him, panic and repulsion and utter helplessness causing his head to swim as he tried to move, tried to pull away, couldn't, he was trapped and bleeding and there were lips against his ear but only the pressure told him that, because he couldn't actually feel it.
"You're mine." Pegasus hissed - and the world went utterly still. The wind vanished, all birds and animals breaking off their chatter at the same time. The air became stale and Bakura blinked blurrily, Pegasus glancing around with open unease at the sudden death of the world.
"Get you're hands off my Bakura!" A voice screamed - and the world exploded.
Sheering, blinding heat exploded around them and Bakura finally let loose with a scream as he felt flames licking at his feet, drowning in the most intense heat he had ever experienced. Vaguely he heard someone else's scream echoing his own but he couldn't figure out who - then again, maybe the whole world was screaming because everything burned. Fire roared through the clearing, swirling like giant waves as it enveloped everything in it's path; there wasn't even ash left behind it's trail, everything it touched simply evaporating without so much as a trace that it had once been there.
There was no longer anyone pinning him but the moon didn't notice, blinded by the raging inferno around him and the pain ripping through his body; the fire touched him, circled him, and then slowly began to withdraw. The heat shrank away, still swirling around him but no longer touching him.
Choking on his own blood, throat torn from his screams Bakura slumped to the ground, gasping and shuddering as the fire continued to rage, and dimly he saw a glimpse of deep purple watching him, and then the world went black.
Arms flashed out, catching the moon's unconscious body before it hit the ground, and he was pulled tenderly against the chest of the sun. Flames lapped around their master, obediently leaving the battered form untouched.
Marik hugged Bakura to him, careful not to hold him to tightly for fear of causing more pain to the already abused other, murmuring gentle croons as he shifted to his feet, lifting the blue hair against him, cradling him tenderly in his arms. Glancing over his shoulder he took note of the destruction he had caused - all trees and grass within a forty foot radius had been disintegrated, only three plants remaining unharmed by the fires of the sun.
Where a certain unicorn had once stood was now nothing; Pegasus had been incinerated along with the forest, paying dearly for daring to lay so much as a hand on his Bakura. Satisfied Marik relocated them both, stalking inside the house he had brought them too, keeping a sharp eye out for any unwanted guests. Carrying Bakura into the bedroom he carefully laid him down on the bed he had pulled from thin air.
Healing the blue hair's wounds was easy enough - a simple thought and they obediently slid shut, not even leaving a scar to mar the beautiful flesh. Smiling a little sadly the sun reached out to caress a pale cheek lovingly, bending down to press his lips to the moon's forehead.
"Sleep well, my little 'Kura. I'll watch over you." Marik promised, tugging the sheets up to the other's chin. Satisfied that the other wouldn't be disturbed Marik turned and sauntered out of the bedroom, leaving the moon to recover.
See? I told you it'd get better! And now Marik speaks, woohoo! Not saying much.
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