Mind Fuck: A Repost
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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session 10 & author's note
Session 10
Now what? I wondered barely feeling the scalding hot water that was going to make me clean again. He loved me, he had said. He probably would die without me. The tabloids were having a field day with that little stunt he pulled in the parking lot, no doubt they heard that he was incarcerated for drug possession. Frustrated, I removed myself from the shower heading for the sink. I went for the mirror, wedging my favorite piece of glass from it's place. Holding my hand steady over the sink, I pressed the jagged edge of the glass to the skin drawing blood at once.
A tingle went up my spine telling me I wasn't alone. The air grew cold and dense and it was getting harder to breathe. The door opened and clicked shut, a white haired boy appeared dressed in woman's clothes. They were ill fitting, the pants hung off his hips and the shirt looked a bit too tight.
"Bakura." I called out to him.
The name just seemed to roll off my tongue and out my lips. He didn't hear me. He started to strip down to nothing before turning his attention to the tub. He switched it from shower to bath, as it ran he moved passed me from the mirror. He opened it and removed a razor. Razor in one hand, a pen and paper in the other he started to write using the lid of the toilet as a table.
"I, Ryou Pegasus," He read out loud as he wrote, " leave nothing behind but this cold unloving world. I want to follow love into death." He seemed to stare right at me as he said this.
"Come and be with me, Seto. You don't belong here."
Chills ran up and down my body at the cold sinister tone of his voice. Bakura clasped his mother's necklace around his neck as he rose heading back toward the tub. He left the letter on the seat but carried the razor with him.
"Ryou wait!" I cried out to him.
He set the razor down before picking up something from the side of the tub, a box of pockey.
Upon seeing this, my wrist started to sting and bleed. My lungs burned for air only to be filled with fluid. Spots danced before my eyes as I slipped fur and further into unconsciousness. I no longer saw Bakura or Ryou in that tub, I was seeing myself.
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"Seto! Seto! My God Seto, please be okay!" Mokuba's frantic cries called from the other side of the bathroom door. Repeatedly he slammed his shoulder into the door until it hurt. The paramedics were on their way but Mokuba could only guess how much time he had left before Seto left this world forever.
He cursed venomously as he slammed his shoulder into the heavy wooden door for the final time. It gave as if someone on the other side had opened it just enough to do so. Acting quickly, the younger Kaiba pulled the elder from the tub. Drops of deepest red stained the ground.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God...." Mokuba chanted ripping the sleeves of his uniform jacket to bound the wrists of his dying brother.
With bounds secured Mokuba pounded desperately on Seto's chest.
"Don't leave me, please God don't take my brother. He's all I have!" Mokuba wailed in between administering C.P.R to his sibling and poundings.
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A cough and a spurt of water from pale lips,
"Mok...Mokuba." I managed to croak out.
"Seto!" He threw his arms around my neck supporting me, " Baka yura! How could you be so selfish?" He demanded through his tears.
I stared at my weeping brother who was still in uniform. Strange.
'A dream.'' I croaked out hoarsely.
Mokuba stared at me confused.
"A dream? What the fuck- You're hysterical."
"What do you expect? I almost died asshole." I spat bitterly.
Mokuba smiled down at me.
"Welcome back."
Just then about three men dressed in white appeared. Medics. I tried to pull Mokuba closer to me to cover my nakedness. It was only then did I feel the necklace around his neck.
"Where did you get this?" I demanded.
"At the gas station, when you left. It was right by the pump."
"Get rid of it."
Epilogue
Pegasus
I tried not to laugh as I stared at a picture of a very naked Kaiba lying there in his brother's arms on the bathroom floor in the Domino Daily. Very poetic but, I must admit that I like the other shot of him and Mokuba exchanging some 'brotherly' love in the Domino Hot Sheets. I raised my mug of coffee to my lips, my eye falling on the picture of my dead son. Ryou. He had truly lost his mind, but I wonder, why didn't you kill Seto? The picture just stared back at me. A small smirk was planted on those usually smiling lips. A bad sign. Guess it's back to square one.
I placed the remainder of Ryou's pills in the drawer. Made of his blood and ashes and a little shadow magic it allowed Ryou to bring a person into the realm of dreams. Too bad it doesn't work for me. I guess something just clicked with Seto Kaiba. I closed Seto's case study folder and placed it back amongst the other patient files. My diagnosis, who the fuck cares.
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A/n
I never finsihed the second part to this nor did I start it until sometime this year. I only stopped writing it because I no longer depressed. I'm not depressed now, it's just that I want to finish all my unfinished stories before I start any new projects. I how you've enjoyed this repost and the sequel that will follow shortly.
Formerly loveswhore
Now what? I wondered barely feeling the scalding hot water that was going to make me clean again. He loved me, he had said. He probably would die without me. The tabloids were having a field day with that little stunt he pulled in the parking lot, no doubt they heard that he was incarcerated for drug possession. Frustrated, I removed myself from the shower heading for the sink. I went for the mirror, wedging my favorite piece of glass from it's place. Holding my hand steady over the sink, I pressed the jagged edge of the glass to the skin drawing blood at once.
A tingle went up my spine telling me I wasn't alone. The air grew cold and dense and it was getting harder to breathe. The door opened and clicked shut, a white haired boy appeared dressed in woman's clothes. They were ill fitting, the pants hung off his hips and the shirt looked a bit too tight.
"Bakura." I called out to him.
The name just seemed to roll off my tongue and out my lips. He didn't hear me. He started to strip down to nothing before turning his attention to the tub. He switched it from shower to bath, as it ran he moved passed me from the mirror. He opened it and removed a razor. Razor in one hand, a pen and paper in the other he started to write using the lid of the toilet as a table.
"I, Ryou Pegasus," He read out loud as he wrote, " leave nothing behind but this cold unloving world. I want to follow love into death." He seemed to stare right at me as he said this.
"Come and be with me, Seto. You don't belong here."
Chills ran up and down my body at the cold sinister tone of his voice. Bakura clasped his mother's necklace around his neck as he rose heading back toward the tub. He left the letter on the seat but carried the razor with him.
"Ryou wait!" I cried out to him.
He set the razor down before picking up something from the side of the tub, a box of pockey.
Upon seeing this, my wrist started to sting and bleed. My lungs burned for air only to be filled with fluid. Spots danced before my eyes as I slipped fur and further into unconsciousness. I no longer saw Bakura or Ryou in that tub, I was seeing myself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Seto! Seto! My God Seto, please be okay!" Mokuba's frantic cries called from the other side of the bathroom door. Repeatedly he slammed his shoulder into the door until it hurt. The paramedics were on their way but Mokuba could only guess how much time he had left before Seto left this world forever.
He cursed venomously as he slammed his shoulder into the heavy wooden door for the final time. It gave as if someone on the other side had opened it just enough to do so. Acting quickly, the younger Kaiba pulled the elder from the tub. Drops of deepest red stained the ground.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God...." Mokuba chanted ripping the sleeves of his uniform jacket to bound the wrists of his dying brother.
With bounds secured Mokuba pounded desperately on Seto's chest.
"Don't leave me, please God don't take my brother. He's all I have!" Mokuba wailed in between administering C.P.R to his sibling and poundings.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A cough and a spurt of water from pale lips,
"Mok...Mokuba." I managed to croak out.
"Seto!" He threw his arms around my neck supporting me, " Baka yura! How could you be so selfish?" He demanded through his tears.
I stared at my weeping brother who was still in uniform. Strange.
'A dream.'' I croaked out hoarsely.
Mokuba stared at me confused.
"A dream? What the fuck- You're hysterical."
"What do you expect? I almost died asshole." I spat bitterly.
Mokuba smiled down at me.
"Welcome back."
Just then about three men dressed in white appeared. Medics. I tried to pull Mokuba closer to me to cover my nakedness. It was only then did I feel the necklace around his neck.
"Where did you get this?" I demanded.
"At the gas station, when you left. It was right by the pump."
"Get rid of it."
Epilogue
Pegasus
I tried not to laugh as I stared at a picture of a very naked Kaiba lying there in his brother's arms on the bathroom floor in the Domino Daily. Very poetic but, I must admit that I like the other shot of him and Mokuba exchanging some 'brotherly' love in the Domino Hot Sheets. I raised my mug of coffee to my lips, my eye falling on the picture of my dead son. Ryou. He had truly lost his mind, but I wonder, why didn't you kill Seto? The picture just stared back at me. A small smirk was planted on those usually smiling lips. A bad sign. Guess it's back to square one.
I placed the remainder of Ryou's pills in the drawer. Made of his blood and ashes and a little shadow magic it allowed Ryou to bring a person into the realm of dreams. Too bad it doesn't work for me. I guess something just clicked with Seto Kaiba. I closed Seto's case study folder and placed it back amongst the other patient files. My diagnosis, who the fuck cares.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/n
I never finsihed the second part to this nor did I start it until sometime this year. I only stopped writing it because I no longer depressed. I'm not depressed now, it's just that I want to finish all my unfinished stories before I start any new projects. I how you've enjoyed this repost and the sequel that will follow shortly.
Formerly loveswhore