Hi again! Well, this chapter, im taking a bit of a different approach to things. Since most of the previous chapters have been about mostly Bakura, I was thinking that "hey, maybe ryou and the other characters should get a chapter eh?" sooooo, I really want to try and incorporate Ryou Marik and Malik in this chapter, and maybe even a little bit of Yugi and Yami. AND JUST A FAIR WARNING, TSUKOSHI AND KENSHI ARE BEING COMPLETE AND UTTER PEDO BEARS AT THE START OF THE CHAPTER. Trust me, I cant wait to be done with these guys o_o This chapter though is when they start creepin it up, so prepare yourselves e_e
Enjoy please! And PLEASE, review. Honestly, im losing my writing mojo because I only got like 2 reviews for last chapter. All of you people who have it on Alert and stuff, PLEASE REVIEW! Like, I don't even care if you're just begging me to update it. ANYTHING WILL DO!
"Drag him over here kenshi, start undoing his bottoms." Tsukoshi whispered, unbuttoning his own shirt. By now he was hot and ready, and he didn't care if Bakura wasn't awake. That meant less of a fight. He had been waiting for this moment, where he could finally have a taste of the eye candy that had been eluding him for all this time. It would be great. Possibly even better than his flimsy boyfriend that he had taken the liberty of pleasuring. He smirked slightly as he remembered the boy's strained voice as he begged them to stop their doings, panting and writhing as they did so.
"I imagine his taste is going to be even sweeter than the last, kenshi my man." Tsukoshi chuckled, tracing his finger along the pale teen's cheek. It was warm and soft, just like he had imagined it. Licking his lips in anticipation, he deftly slid his hands up bakura's shirt, lifting it over his head and exposing his creamily pale torso. Kenshi's eyes flicked over to his own pants, which were beginning to get tighter with each second he drank in the white heads body.
"First dibs…" Tsukoshi said, placing his mouth on one of the pink buds on Bakura's chest. Instinctively, Bakura's body reacted slightly, and he let out a small sigh. Tsukoshi then took the opportunity to seize his bottom lip, taking it in his mouth and nipping it softly.
"The getting's good here bud, you have a go before I hog him all to myself." Tsukoshi offered, stepping away from the limp boy so Kenshi could have a turn. He made no hesitation to unzip his own jeans, and he roughly yanked on bakura's black plaid pajamas, sliding them down to just reveal the boys skinny hips.
"Hey lucky you, I think he's waking up! Heh, now the real fun can begin…" Tsukoshi laughed, staring lustfully at Bakura's now stirring form.
"LET GO OF ME YOU ASS!" Bakura screeched, shoving Kenshi's face away from his. He looked down and noticed in horror that he was only in his pajama bottoms and his shirt was completely gone and laying across the alley. He wrapped his arms around himself and glared at them with a bright red blush staining his cheeks.
"Oh no, youre not getting away when were so close!" Tsukoshi shouted, grabbing Bakura's wrist and squeezing roughly.
"Ouch—STOP!" He yelled, kicking kenshi away sharply as he completely unzipped his jeans and staggered towards him.
"Little bitch…! My nose!" Kenshi groaned, titling his head back to keep the blood from dripping like a faucet.
Bakura had never been in a situation like this before, and he had to admit it was actually quite scary. He thought he'd be able to simply be rid of them, but he didn't really take into account that, oh, maybe, he was a little small?
"Get the hell off of me you revolting trollop!" He growled, swinging his fist into tsukoshi's jaw, who in turn jumped back with a yell.
"That's it punk, I was gonna go easy on ya because you have such a sexy bod, but you've gone too far! Kenshi, grab him from behind. Were taking him by force." Tsukoshi barked. Kenshi grabbed Bakura from behind, holding his thin arms firmly behind his back so that he couldn't move.
His crimson eyes widened slightly at the sudden trp, and his breathing started getting shallow with panic.
"Release me or you'll regret that you were even conceived!" He shouted, his voice cracking slightly, flailing his legs and kicking into the air at Tsukoshi, who merely smiled at him triumphantly.
"You think you can actually bring down the lord of the south side? You northerners got a thing or two to learn, and you'll be the perfect example…"
He hissed, gripping bakura's throat.
"Agh-!" He whimpered, his voice cut off by Tsukoshi slamming his lips roughly onto his, exploring his mouth forcefully, nearly making him choke.
He grabbed the waist of bakura's pants and removed them completely, ignoring his screams of protest and resentment.
"They'll be moans in just a moment kenshi, then you can bend him over and have your turn." Tsukoshi called to Kenshi, who gnawed on his lip in response.
Bakura breathed heavily, his eyes like blood colored saucers, wracking his brain for anything that could assist him. Then he was struck with an idea.
" Oh Tsukoshi-san! Nngh please, I- I can't take it anymore, just please put me down and…! And…!" He moaned loudly, making his body go slack.
"heheheheh, no problem. Kenshi lay him back, seems like this is going to be a lot less stressful than we initially thought." Tsukoshi said, motioning for kenshi to release him.
"Idiots, you two are." Bakura scoffed, whipping out his blade. "What on earth would posses you to believe me? Heheheheh…."
Kenshi jumped back quickly, shock on his face. Tsukoshi paled slightly, staring at Bakura with contempt.
"You think you can take us two to one? we didn't come unprepared, we were gonna kill ya after we were finished anyhow." Kenshi said, a mock confidence in his voice. He pulled out his own knife, and Tsukoshi smirked smugly at Bakura, who glared at them levelly.
"No matter, I can take you both…on…?" He said softly, suddenly feeling dizzy. He growled and forced himself to keep conscious. Now it was a life or death situation, and he didn't intend on being raped and murdered. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a bright golden glow across the alley.
"Ahh—nnghh…" He groaned, a throbbing headache nearly knocking him to the ground. The world started to spin and he felt nauseous, his body switching from hot and cold in a pulsating rhythm. The area around his heart started to burn unbearably and he clutched his chest, sinking to the ground in agony. "Argh!" He yelled, an expression of pain on his pale face. He felt his eyes grow heavy, before they started to sting painfully as if he had gotten glass in them.
"Grab him and slit his throat." He heard Tsukoshi growl at kenshi, who laughed loudly and gripped Bakura by the hair.
"Ahh!" he screamed, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, before passing out.
"Say goodnight kid—Agh!" Kenshi yelped, shielding his eyes from a sudden bright light that emanated from his victim. When he reopened them, he was shocked to find that Bakura staring at him in a fashion that made his blood turn to ice. He had a wide grin and his eyes were a strange violet hue. A golden eye shone brilliantly from under his bangs, and he felt as if he had been sitting outside in sub zero temperatures.
"Release me mortal."
"Like hell I will! Time to die you freak!" Kenshi shouted as he drew his arm back and clenched his knife in his fist.
"I think not, sir." Bakura purred, snatching away from kenshi stepping back in one fluid motion. "But, I will inform you of your demise. Have you ever heard of the shadow—ah!" He gasped, looking down and seeing blood trickle down from his abdomen and drip onto the ground. Tsukoshi pulled his knife, now bright red, out of the teens stomach with a grunt.
"Don't mess with us kid. Let that be a lesson you'll never forget." He said, licking the blood from his knife.
"mm, that hurt… what do you say I give it a try?" Bakura giggled, placing his hand on his torn stomach. He smiled childishly at the two men, who stared at him with shocked and horrified expressions as the gaping hole above his belly button closed and revealed no scar.
"Wh-what the fuck?" Kenshi screamed, dropping his own dagger with a loud and resonating clang.
"My~ turn~!" Bakura sang, the golden eye on his forehead shining unfalteringly as he picked his millennium ring up from the now blood soaked ground. Smiling manically, he held it out to the two men, who yelled and dashed past him, trying desperately to get out into the open.
"Don't be afraid, It's just a necklace…" He purred, smiling sweetly at them with his head tilted to one side childishly. "You should be more afraid of the dark than anything else…" He finished, glaring murderously at the duo as all light in the alley was swallowed by inky blackness.
"What the hell? Who turned out the lights?" Tsukoshi bellowed, stopping in his tracks and searching around in panic. Suddenly, he heard a blood curdling scream ring out not too far from him, and in horror he realeized it was kenshi. Loud popping and tearing noises followed, along with the heavy metallic stench of fresh blood. Scuttling and heavy breathing surrounded him, and he dashed out blindly, yelling at the top of his lungs."Somebody help me! Please!"
"Ahaha, you cant hide from the shadows my sweet, they are every where after all…" Bakura cooed, suddenly the only thing visible in the blackness. He strolled up to Tsukoshi and pressed his body against him, snickering as he pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. "It's going to hurt…" He purred lustfully, running his finger across Tsukoshi's cheek. "You will be mine forever, body and soul…"
With that, he stepped back and a flash of light revealed revolting and faceless monstrocities, large and blood thirsty. They were as black as death, and they appeared to be dripping in black blood which sizzled as it fell to the ground. Bearing their teeth, their serpentine bodies quivered with anticipation as their thick black tongues split to reveal a smaller tongue, this one barbed in rows of razor sharp hooked barbs.
"Bye bye~!"Bakura chimed, waving at Tsukoshi with a cute smile before the light went out and the shadows growled loudly, sinking their teeth into his flesh and jerking around violently, ripping muscle and sinews from his bones ravenously as he shrieked at the top of his lungs.
"Oh, my friends, make sure you don't kill him until the last possible second please. He really deserves it for all of the hard work he's done, don't you think?" Bakura called out flatly, smiling once more as he heard a high pitched and agonized scream come from the blackness.
Okie dokie… this chapter was all right I guess. It wasn't as bad as the last one … I think. Hope. Wish. Well there ya go, your first taste of akefia! He doesn't have his own body yet, but I'm really hoping that you all got the idea that Bakura wasn't in control during the whole shadow realm thing. He'll get his own body eventually, don't worry everyone. And I was aiming for making his personality like one of those corrupted and disturbed eight year olds, like the ones that giggle like adorable little babies before they push you out of a high rise building window or down a flight of stairs. Either way, I'd like it to be a lot different from bakura's just so that he has his own personality and he isn't just literally a mirror of Bakura. Mirrors will come into play though in the next few chapters. I may even surprise you guys with a super fast update if I get enough reviews. *BRIBERY BRIBERY BRIBERY*
Hope you liked it, and sorry for the vivid death scene hahaha ^^; Message me if you have any suggestions or questions or just want to talk about anything, im pretty fun to talk to Thank you for your support throughout the story everyone, it's very appreciated.
~windferret