Deviation Capacity I

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Verify that he was lying...? Ryou lied about how he'd gotten hurt? But... why would he lie? I frowned in thought, watching the sidewalk pass beneath my feet as I trekked home. He'd never showed up at his locker. It was possible that he went home early... especially if his arm was bleeding. Was that a cooking accident, too?
Yami was outside, waiting for me, again. He had one of those looks on his face, though...
"Yugi...?" he said in an almost stern manner as I walked up to him.
"Yeah...?"
"Tell me what's wrong." I blinked and licked my lips a bit.
"Who said something was wrong?" I asked, trying to play it cool. My voice was betraying me, though.
"You don't have to say anything. I can tell. I'm your yami, remember? I've been feeling how sad you've been almost all day. Now... please, tell me what's bothering you." I wanted to kick myself for being so stupid. Of course he knew. How could he not? "It's Ryou, again... isn't it?" I looked down, my cover completely blown. He just sighed and put an arm around my shoulders, pulling me gently into the shop and up the stairs to our room.
"I'm sorry, Yami... I didn't mean to make you feel-"
"It's not that, Yugi. No one likes to feel sad and abandoned, but what I'm concerned the most about is you. You shouldn't feel like that. You barely know this boy. Why are you letting him get you so down?" I sat my bookbag down by my desk, letting it hit the floor with a bit of a thump. My back was turned to him... so hopefully he didn't see the blush starting.
"I-I don't know..." I whispered, fidgeting with a pencil on my desk. He was silent, then. I figured he was just at a loss.
"I see..." Another long pause. I could feel him staring at me. "You like him."
"Of course I like him," I confessed. "He's my friend. Or... at least I think he is..."
"No, I mean- You really like him." I stopped fidgeting, my fingers letting the pencil roll along the hard surface until it hit an eraser. I couldn't respond. My cheeks were burning from the embarrassment of someone knowing about my little crush. Ryou was just so sweet... so beautiful... "Is this true?" I bit on my lower lip and tried to gain some kind of composure. I hadn't been ready for this...
"I..." Gulping once, I sat down quickly in the chair and opened my backback, pulling a book and notebook from it. "I have a lot of homework."
What a stupid defense. I didn't have to admit it. He definitely knew it, now. God... how could I be so stupid?! He probably thought I was being childish. And worse, since it was a boy... maybe Yami thought I was... I don't know, a freak or something... 'gross'...
I heard him settling down on the bed and breathed a silent sigh of relief. It didn't seem like he was going to press the matter. He had his answer, even if I hadn't said it directly.
"Well... whenever you want to tell me," he said in one of his more gentle voices. It was nice... At least the pressure I'd felt a moment ago was gone. Now all I had to worry about was what he thought about it... I couldn't bare the thought of Yami being upset with me over something, especially that.
What about... sleeping together? At that thought I wanted to faint. We'd always slept together in my bed, since he didn't have one of his own. Was he still going to want to sleep with me...?
All these thoughts were flooding through my head, and soon I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Yugi...?"
"What?" I asked, jumping at the sound of his voice.
"You've been sitting there for fifteen minutes..."
"And...?"
"You haven't written anything down or turned the page once..."
"Oh..."
"Come on, Yugi..." he pleaded, kneeling next to me and turning the chair so I'd face him. "You can't let this get you so phased out."
"I'm fine."
"You can't even concentrate!" His voice raised and I shrank back in my seat, staring at him with wide eyes. I'd never made Yami this upset with me, before... He sighed and bowed his head then, realizing that he'd startled me. "I'm sorry... but I hate seeing you like this. I want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy." Taking my hands in his, he looked back up at me and smiled. "How about just telling me what happened today at school? Maybe it will help if you confide in me... remember, like you usually do?"
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I hadn't meant to be so short with everyone at school. I was just so afraid of someone finding out what happened to me... How embarrassing. I'd even had to sit with care so it didn't cause me pain. 'Bakura' sure did some damage...
I'd left school early, but didn't go straight home. I needed to get some fresh air and be away from everyone. I went to the park and sat by the river, then to a small coffee shop for a bit of a treat. I had to lift my spirits... I was the only one who could.
After leaving there, I decided to start on my way home. I needed to change my bandages and clean up, then get some rest so I could at least try to make it through the next full day of school. I felt so bad for leaving without saying goodbye to my new friends. I wondered if they still wanted to be friends with me...
I walked up the stairs to my house, fumbled with the keys, and soon was shutting and locking the door behind me. It never occurred to me at this point to look for any intruders. The door had still been locked, after all.
Walking in, I sat my case down on the coffee table, then went into the kitchen. I hadn't gotten to eat my lunch, only a cup of coffee and small piece of cake, so my teenage body telling me that I was quite hungry.
I stopped in the archway. The light wasn't on, but I could already see it. With a deep breath I flipped the switch, clamping my jaws in reflex as the light revealed more of what I knew was still there. Blood. I had been so tired the night before, I'd forgotten to clean it up. I don't think I would've cared, anyway. I took in another deep breath and tried my best to sidestep everything so I could reach the closet where I kept a mop.
The wet cotton strings hit the floor with a slosh. It was the usual sound of a wet mop splatting against hard flooring, but knowing that it was my dried blood all over the place that I was cleaning up... it made me sick. I put the back of my hand over my mouth and looked away, my stomach churning at the images and thoughts that came.
"Stop! STOP!"
"'Stop'? But the fun's just started, Ryou."
"Please...! I-it hurts...! It hurts- s-so bad!"
"Don't worry, slave, you'll get used to it. You might even grow to like it... maybe even need it."
"NO! GOD! NO!"
"Not even your god can save you, now..."
The voices echoing inside my head made it hurt. I choked, though whether it was from feeling so ill or from wanting to cry, it was hard telling. Either way, my eyes teared up. I quickly wiped them away and started pushing the mop across the streaks of red on white, watching as the hot water quickly melted the crusted substance back into liquid form. A few more tears came before I made an attempt to steel myself to it all. I couldn't just break down every time I came into my kitchen... Hopefully after the mess was cleaned, I'd be alright.
I finished as quickly as possible, then returned my attention to my neglected stomach. Not that it would've let me forget; it was growling at me to fill it.
The cabinet didn't look promising... I peaked into the fridge and grabbed an apple and bottle of water, then headed back into the living room. I was too tired for any cooking. I'd just order a pizza or something. It sounded good...
I sat down on the couch, placed my bottled water on the coffee table. My case was there waiting for me, and I knew that it had work that needed to be done. I bit into the juicy apple and opened up the case, pulling a few books from it and flipping through the pages in an attempt to find the correct subject matter that needed read. Just as I'd managed to find the correct place in my science book I remembered that I'd left the phone in the other room. I'd gotten a call from my father the previous day while making breakfast and forgot to bring it back into the living room. I needed it if I was to call out for something more filling...
Standing up, I temporarily abandoned my little snack for the promise of a hot meal (or some semblance there-of) and stepped towards the kitchen. Just as I passed the archway, I heard a noise... Pausing, I turned around and looked back towards the living room. Everything still seemed in place. I glanced over at the door. All locks firmly latched. It certainly hadn't come from the kitchen... I shrugged and took another step, frightened into another freeze when I heard the noise, again. It sounded... faintly like a creaking... Perhaps it was water in the pipes from when I'd mopped the floor... Water could make the eeriest of sounds, after all, and since I'd just moved in, I wasn't used to how the house functioned. I bit my lip, almost driving my teeth down into it on reflex as the noise came again, louder this time. My heart began to thud heavier in my chest, and for a moment I thought that just that thudding alone would drown out whatever it was causing me to be so paranoid. But it didn't.
I backed up and stared down the hallway that led to my room. Whatever it was, I was positive that it was coming from there. I took a step closer, catching my breath in my throat as I noticed that it was becoming too loud. Another step. Another. And as I got closer, I realized that this was not water in pipes. This was... some kind of scraping. Scraping metal. I stopped just in front of my bedroom door. Had I shut it, thismorning...? It was certainly shut, now. I didn't want to open it... I didn't want to see what was on the other side. The noise had stopped, but I still had a heavy feeling in my heart.
My hand reached for the doorknob, shaking as my slender fingers touched the cool metallic surface. This was ridiculous... I was letting my traumatic experience affect me. I'd open this door, and probably find nothing. Maybe I'd left a fan on, and something had been caught on it, or it was blowing something around. Why should I be afraid in my own home?
I sighed, cleared my throat as quietly as I could, and very slowly pushed open the door.
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"So Kaiba thinks he lied about it?" my Yami asked me, his emotion completely unreadable.
"Yeah..."
"So do I."
"Really?" I paused and thought about it. "I suppose it does seem kind of odd for him to have hurt himself twice in one day that badly... And when Jonouchi and I asked him about his arm, he ran off."
"I'm not saying it's impossible, but from what you're telling me, he's not acting right. I think something's wrong, and he's afraid to tell anyone."
"Afraid?" I asked, wondering what could drive that much fear into him that he wouldn't share with anyone.
"Either that... or ashamed." That thought seemed pretty ridiculous to me. In what way could he have gotten hurt to be ashamed about? The fear option was more believable.
"So... what do you think we should do about it?" Yami thought for a while, staring at a blank piece of paper on the desk. "We can't just ignore it... we'd be leaving him to suffer all alone."
"That seems to be what he wants..."
"Yami...! Pleeeease...!" I begged, hoping that he wasn't at all serious about what he'd just said. He sighed and nodded.
"Alright. Maybe you should try finding out where he lives. Then you and I could go over and talk with him. He'd have nowhere to run to, then... he'd have to face us, and perhaps being in his own home will help give him the confidence to talk, rather than being in school where just anyone could overhear."
"That's the perfect idea!" I shouted, grabbing him and hugging him tightly. "Oh, thank you, Yami! Thank you!" I heard his deep chuckling in my ear. Yami was always so wise... he knew just what to do to make me feel better, to give me confidence, and tell me what to do when I didn't know. "You're the greatest," I said, releasing him from the hug and smiling at him.
"I do what I can," he stated modestly, then stood up. "Now, you'd better get to that homework before it's too late. You don't want to go to school tomorrow and not have your assignments ready to turn in. I nodded and turned my chair back towards the desk, feeling so much better, now. Maybe I could finally concentrate and get this work done...
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The door creaked as it was opened, and I cringed at the noise, knowing that if someone or something was in my bedroom, it definitely knew that I was coming in, now. I paused, listening for any response, then peeked in. I saw nothing, at first. There was my bed... everything still as it was. The sheets were pushed aside from where I'd jumped up and rushed to get ready, never stopping to straighten them out. Everything on the dark, wooden nightstand seemed in place... I looked towards the bathroom door on that far wall, and it was still ajar from my shower.
With a bit more confidence, I pushed the door open farther and stepped inside, my sight swinging over to the right and sweeping over my corner computer desk. Everything nice and neat there, as well. I stepped over to the door for my walk-in closet and opened it, not really fearing much of anything from in there. All that greeted me were my clothes, a few boxes up on shelves, and some shoes lined up on the floor. I was beginning to feel rather silly for getting so worked up.
I shut that door and turned towards the bathroom. That was the only place I hadn't checked, yet. This scared me a little more than the closet, though I wasn't sure why. I peeked in, not even touching the door. Nothing looked used, nothing out of place. Just like everything else, it seemed in perfect order. But... I had to check the shower. It would only take a second, after all... I walked up, took a breath, and flung open the glass door.
Nothing.
I almost laughed. I really was being childish, wasn't I? I shook my head, poking fun of myself a bit as I walked back through my bedroom, then into the hallway. I was just passing by the door to the bathroom there when a spine-tingling scrape froze me in my footsteps. The relief I had felt, the laughter that filled my mind at the way I had acted was so quickly erased.
That noise had never come from my room, at all.
It was coming from the other bathroom...
That rush of fear was all too familiar. It was something that I was starting to experience more often than I would've liked. What could've been in there causing all that? I couldn't just leave it be... I had to find out. It was my home, and whatever was in there was my responsibility. What if something was broken? The fear of something else being in there was more terrifying. How could I sleep without checking it out...?
I turned very slowly towards the door, only now realizing that it was shut when I'd never shut it before. The only thing out of place or wrong, and I'd missed it... walked right by it without realizing how obvious it was. I didn't want to see... didn't want to...
But even though I was terrified, I reached my hand towards the door and opened it, praying that I'd find nothing, just like before. Who knows, maybe I was going insane.
That's what I'd thought, before... I'd thought that maybe I'd done everything to myself...
"Please... let me be crazy..." I prayed in a whisper with my eyes closed before returning my attention to the bathroom. I heard it again... The door opened as I turned the knob, and I looked inside.
SCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPE......
"Oh- Oh, my God..."
SCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPE......
"I thought I told you, already..."
SCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPE......
"Not even your god can save you, now."
I backed up into the hallway, my back hitting the wall. The bathroom door drifted open the rest of the way, showing me everything. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a cry, my lungs not responding right away as I started to gasp frantically.
There was a puddle of blood on the floor, a crumpled body crowding the small space inside. There seemed to be no life left in the person... I was so mortified. How could he have done that...? Would he do it to me, too? I wanted to scream, but from the rapid intake of air, I couldn't hold it long enough to make a scream.
"Awww... what's wrong, little Ryou? Did I startle you? How naughty of me," he purred, rising from the toilet seat where he'd been poised, sharpening a knife. So that's what the noise was...
"H-how'd y-y-you... The... the door was-"
"Locked? Oh, I know. How very responsible of you, too. For being so young and tender, you have a good head on your shoulders, my little hikari. Let's just hope it stays there..."
"But- How-"
"Oh, fine," he sighed, giving the dead body a kick and then stepping over it to get closer to where I was cowering. "You leave nothing to the mystery, do you? It's simple, really." His pale hand slipped into the pocket of his tight leather pants and pulled out... "And how equally responsible of you to keep spare keys hidden in your dresser." He paused, letting this sink in. "Yes. It would be terrible to not be able to find your keys before you left home. Then you'd have to leave the place unlocked, wouldn't you? And then... who knows who... or what might get in."
It all made sense. My shut bedroom door. The door still being locked. But then... what about the body? I glanced down at it and Bakura followed the look.
"Oh... this?" he asked, giving the corpse a kick. Yes. Whoever it was was definitely dead. "I'm sorry about that. Some of these door-to-door salesmen just never learn, do they? I mean... I told him that I was tired, that I'd had a long night... I warned him that I needed my sleep- But he just didn't listen. Well... punishment was dealt out. And since you left your filth all over the kitchen, I had to find somewhere else that wouldn't get stained up too badly. I'd hate to have to have to carpet replaced..."
It was all so unreal. He was going about this conversation as if all of this was completely normal. What was so normal about killing people? The look he gave me then told me that it was all too routine for someone like him...
"You look pale, Ryou," he commented, taking another step towards me. His hand shot out suddenly and I cried out, afraid that he was going to hit me. Instead, his hand thudded on the wall by my head. "What's wrong? You almost act like you didn't miss me." I let out an involuntary whimper and he gave a deeply amused chuckle, his grin spreading. I was still in too much shock to say anything. Not that it would've helped had I.
A few moments passed. I think he was just enjoying my fear. Finally he made a move, leaning in to seize my mouth, doing so harshly enough that it hurt my lips and made me give a small scream. I pushed at him and yanked away, sliding along the wall towards the living room and away from him, my eyes still locked on him.
"Why did you do that?" he asked simply enough, at first. "You should know that I don't take kindly to rejection." The anger in his expression grew. "WHO IN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO REJECT ME?!" he screamed, turning fully towards me. I was so frightened... I turned around and tried to run, but before I got more than a few steps I felt a sharp pain as he pulled my hair. He yanked back so hard I lost my footing and slipped down to my knees, my hands reaching back to try and ease some of the pain from his grasp. He shook me around, freeing several screams from me as I tried to fight back.
"Stop it!" I yelled, trying to turn around and perhaps get a good punch in to get him to release me. "Let go!" He just shook me around a bit more, my head starting to hurt from it all. "I SAID LET GO!" I screamed, the pain now enough to make my eyes water.
"I take orders from no one," he hissed, bashing my head against the nearby wall. "Especially not from some filthy little slut!"
"I'm not a slut, you sick bastard! Let me go! I won't let you-"
"Won't let me what?" he chuckled darkly, using his grip on my hair to slam my head against the wall, again. I didn't answer. "Hmmm? What won't you let your big, bad yami do? Cut you?" Again, I didn't answer, only tried to pry his fingers from my hair. "Oooh... I see. You won't let me rape you, is that it?" I let out a bit of a growl and tried to tug away from him. It did no good, of course. "Well... allow me to let you in on a little secret, my precious little Ryou..." He grew close to me, his lips so close to my ear that I could feel that tickly presence of skin-near-skin. His hot breath made me shudder. "...no one cares..." he whispered "...if a little bitch like you gets fucked..."
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed with a new hatred. I thrashed around, pushing and kicking against him, but it didn't seem to be doing much good. He just chuckled and yanked my head back until I was against the ground, pushing on my arching body until I was flat enough for him to lay his entire length down on top of me. "STOP IT! GET OFF!"
"Oooh... poor little Ryou..." he cooed, stroking my face gently, but keeping his tight hold on my white locks. "He actually thinks that it matters..." He leaned down and put his lips softly against mine. "But it doesn't, Ryou. It doesn't matter, at all. You're a whore, now. You're dirty. And no one cares about dirty little whores." I pulled my face away from him and he chased after it, his teeth finding my bottom lip and giving it a sharp bite that made me scream, again. "No one cares... no one cares about you, and no one can save you." I felt a drop of warmth on my lip and he traced his tongue over it, the way he savoured it convincing me again of just how twisted he was. But his words hurt more than the bite. Was it true...? If everyone found out what had happened to me... would they think I was sick and dirty? It was a sad, sad thought. I sucked in my bottom lip to clean another drop of blood from it, my brow furrowed as I tasted the metallic flavour. "Good, isn't it?" he asked, grinding his entire body against mine.
"Y-you're sick..." I gasped, refusing to look at him.
"Oh, I know. But that's okay. I don't mind." He pulled my hair again, making my head bend back. I felt his mouth on my neck, sucking and licking on me. All I could do was shift my head from side to side, trying to ignore the little shivers it produced. "What's wrong?" he asked in a seductive tone. "Are you actually enjoying it?"
"No!" I struggled to get free again, and he just yanked harder, bending my head back against the ground at such a painful angle I could hardly breathe.
"Tsk. That's too bad... I guess it might take longer to break you than I thought." He pulled the collar of my shirt aside with his free hand and reached his tongue out to lick at the revealed skin. Without warning, he sank his teeth into that spot and sucked hard. I squirmed underneath him, whimpering from the pain and wishing for it to stop, for it to be just a bad dream.
"Ow! Ow, stop! You're hurt-"
"Too bad," he hissed into my ear, then raised up enough for me to get a look at him. There was red smeared on his lips, and I knew then that he'd bitten into me hard enough to draw blood. "If that hurt, then wait until I really start having fun." The sadistic grin that formed was only made more chilling by the blood on his lips. He paused there for a moment, his eyes burning into mine before he crushed my lips in a hard kiss. I could feel his teeth biting at them. I tried to scream, but as my lips parted he took the opportunity and sank his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself, taste my blood. It made me so angry... how could he do this kind of thing to me, and I couldn't do it back? With a sudden rush of rebellion, I bit into his tongue. I immediately regretted it. Now I could taste his blood in my mouth, too. It was thick and warm, more potent than mine... or maybe it was just the abundance of it that made me think that. Whatever it was, I just wanted it out of my mouth. If I swallowed it, I'd surely be ill.
I tried to push the coppery substance back into his own mouth, along with his invading tongue. But he wouldn't allow it. Instead, he sealed his mouth around mine even tighter and pinched my nose. Of course it was only a matter of time... I squirmed and thrashed about, but he'd gotten a better hold on my hair, and now I could hardly turn my head at all. I couldn't breathe... On reflex, my body made me swallow. That thick liquid ran down my throat and I gagged.
"What's wrong? You seemed so eager to get a taste," he teased, licking his lips. "Didn't you enjoy it?"
"It was disgusting," I shot back without thinking, still horrified that I'd just downed a mouthful of this sick freak's blood.
"Hmmm... an acquired taste, perhaps... but not disgusting. Maybe I should start conditioning you to it... just like I'm going to condition you to taking my cock without complaint." I gave him a look that bluntly said 'no you're not'. He just smiled and gave me one that said just as bluntly 'wanna bet?'
I felt his hand sliding up my shirt, cool fingers giving rise to little bumps all over my body. I felt them brush over a nipple and gave a gasp, my sensitive flesh responding just as it was designed to a little too quickly. I groaned and jerked, trying to throw him off a bit before he could do anything else to me.
"Now, now... you should just try to relax and enjoy this while you can. When I decide I'm done playing around, you won't be treated so gently." I choked on a whimper and jerked again, then started kicking. I could only get to the back of his legs, though... and he seemed completely numb to it. "You poor thing..." he cooed in my ear, taking my hardened nipple between thumb and finger and twisting the tender bit of flesh slightly. "You're too weak to fight me. I'm stronger. I'll always win. And I'll always take what I want from you, love. Haven't you realized that, yet?" He gave my earlobe a lap, then bit into it.
"Please, don't..." I begged, resorting to pleading again, since fighting wasn't going to work. I really should've stuck with the fighting, though... "I... I don't-"
"I don't care what you want or don't want," he muttered, squeezing and twisting my nipple quickly to make me scream. "Your only purpose now is to please and satisfy me." I shook my head and was about to say no when he twisted the nipple again and stopped the words with another yell. "I think I'm tiring of being nice. It's always a waste of time, and it always makes me sick."
"Good," I growled. "You deserve it."
He gave me a very calm look. It was probably the most frightening look he'd ever given me, though... It was like being in the centre of a tornado. All was quiet. All was still. And then, just as suddenly as the calm had claimed the moment, it was replaced by violence.
His hand left from under my shirt and came hard across my face, instead. I felt his fingers and thumb sink into my neck, just below my jaw, and squeeze. The palm of his hand pressed against my throat and restricted the amount of air I could suck in. Eyes wide and wet, I tried to kick out from under him, again. I don't know why I did so... I knew it wasn't going to work. But I was so afraid of getting hurt or dying... I had to try something.
"You little bitch," he growled, his hold on my neck tightening to where I could scarcely breathe at all. "I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW FOR DEFYING ME!" My fingers tightly around his wrist, I started to choke, though no air could get in or out. I felt him release my hair, but I didn't care about that, anymore. I only cared about living through this. "I'll teach you to submit..." he said in a lower voice, one that I could barely hear over the pounding of my pulse in my head as things began to grow a bit fuzzy. The next thing I knew, a knife was lingering over my face.
"N-no..." I tried to scream, but nothing but a squeak came from my throat.
"This is going to be a very expensive lesson, Ryou. It's going to cost... a lot of blood," he said in an almost disappointed tone, finally letting up on my neck to where I could breathe, again. I took in several gasps, my throat pulsing with pain... there were probably bruises. But what he had said was what scared me the most.
The tip of the knife glided slowly down the side of my face, making me want to shiver. I didn't dare move, though. I didn't want cut anymore than necessary. He brought it down the side of my neck, then slid it just under the edge of my shirt. Without warning he sat up on me and yanked the blade through the material, slicing the shirt from top to bottom. The sudden jolt of action made me jump and gasp.
His hand trailed up my bare stomach, then my chest.
"Mmmm... such a nice, smooth canvas," he mused aloud, a delighted smile lighting his face. "I wonder what I should carve into it?" I was now utterly terrified. He couldn't be serious... could he? He was going to slice me up... carve into me? The little cuts from before had been enough. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to be sliced into in the way he seemed to be thinking. "Hmmm... so many choices..." He gave my skin another gentle caress before chuckling to himself.
"Oh... I know..." he whispered, leaning over me and pressing the edge of the knife against my chest, just below one of my nipples. "I'm going to mark my territory." A slow grin spread across his face and he grabbed my hands, forcing them over my head and holding them together to the floor. "Now, hold still. I wouldn't want to mess this up." I was gasping in one ragged breath after another. There was no way I could prepare for what he was about to do. I just closed my eyes and waited for the worst...
"AAAAAH!"
"I said hold still!"
"NOOOOOOO! STOOOP!"
The cold metal sliced into my flesh. I could feel it splitting my skin, then the flow of warmth that rushed to fill each gap. Each long slice was like an eternity of torment. By the time he had stopped, I could feel warmth trickling along my sides to the floor. I couldn't bring myself to look... I know he'd scarred me badly.
"Oh, how lovely... And that wasn't that bad, now was it?" He raked his fingers across my torso, causing me to scream again, my throat so sore I didn't even want to strain it by asking him to stop. "Now the whole world will know just who you belong to." He gave a dark chuckle, his fingers now only lightly tracing each slice, though it still felt like a blade cutting into me. "Just remember that next time you take off your shirt where someone can see you..."
His finger pressed to my lips, wet with crimson. He was trying to get me to taste my own blood... how revolting. I turned my head away, which only aggravated him into slapping me. I could feel the cool wetness on my cheek overlaying the burning from the smack.
"Open up," he commanded. Of course I refused, shaking my head and pushing my lips together to prevent him from forcing me. He glared down at me, then suddenly smirked. "Say 'ah'..." His hand slammed down flat against my wounds, and I couldn't help it. My mouth opened wide and I let out a shattering scream... which was all the time he needed to shove a few fingers in my mouth that were now re-coated with blood. "See? You taste wonderful," he chuckled as I gagged in revulsion. He pulled back his fingers, sliding them over my bottom lip to leave whatever blood was left there. It didn't matter; the taste lingered in my mouth well enough.
"That's enough playtime, I think. It's time I got what I came back for." There was a moment where I thought that maybe he'd left something here, or needed something of mine. But I was just hoping for the best. "That ass of yours is just too tight and tempting to really leave. Besides, you really do still have something of mine..." He reached down and grasped my Ring. "I can't go leaving things around so carelessly, you know." The Ring was his...? I didn't understand. He reached down and unfastened my pants, finally climbing off of me to get them down.
I used that small opportunity to start struggling again. I landed a kick square in his chest, then turned around and started a scramble towards the door. My pants were still around my ankles, and I couldn't get up and run like I wanted. I was able to kick them off by the time he'd recovered, but it was still too late.
"You need to learn not to be so feisty," he growled, pulling me back by my hair. My long white locks seemed to be all too convenient to grasp. "But that's alright... I'll be more than happy to teach you." He fought me back down to the ground, giving all of his weight on top of me until my back was against the floor. I could feel his shirt pressing onto my wounded chest and whimpered in my helplessness.
"No... Bakura, please..."
"Begging will get you nowhere. I prefer screaming."
"Nooo!"
I could hear him unzipping his pants, feel him fighting the tight leather down far enough to free himself. How could I let him do this to me, again? I really was starting to feel dirty... No one would possibly want me if they knew this...
"Now be a good little slut, and spread your legs for your master," he hissed into my ear.
"NO!" I screamed back. "I WON'T! YOU CAN'T!"
"Is that what you think?" he chuckled, forcing his knees between mine and driving my legs slowly apart. I couldn't stop it... he was too strong. I was struggling as hard as I could, but he seemed to be doing this with ease. "One day, you'll be spreading for me, begging for me to fuck you."
"NOOOO! YOU SICK FUCK! GET OFF OF ME!"
"Tsk. Tsk. Language, little Ryou. You shouldn't taint that pretty little mouth of yours like that. I'd hate to kiss you and not taste that sweet innocence..."
"Then just don't kiss me," I shot back between clenched teeth. He smirked, then slapped me hard, again.
"If I didn't want your mouth, I'd cut your tongue right out of it, you little bitch. Then I wouldn't have to hear all that sickening begging." He seemed completely serious, and that's what really scared me. I liked my tongue right where it was.
While I was in a bit of shock, he started probing me with the tip of his arousal, pushing against tender flesh that still hadn't recovered from the last time. I started to take deep breaths, trying to will away the pain, to not think about it. But it got worse when he pushed in deeper.
"Bakura... please!" I begged, nearly in tears from the pain. "Don't-"
"Oh, but it feels too good not to," he teased, grabbing my arms and holding them down next to me, his weight enough to prevent me from lifting them again. "You don't realize just how tight you are." I shifted beneath him and whimpered as that made the hurt increase. "Awww... poor little Ryou. If you wanted it to hurt more, all you had to do was say so." With an evil grin he slammed into me, and the scream I had been holding back was released in one clear note. But he didn't stop. He kept pounding into my abused hole over and over, and the more I struggled the more I realized that in doing so I was only making it harder on myself. Whenever I moved, it provided a new angle and a new spot for his cock to hit.
Meanwhile, he was enjoying all of it. My cries, my tears, even my fighting. I could hear his pleasured moans, and that only made me cry more. Why? Why was he doing this to me? I didn't understand... couldn't. How could anyone be so cruel and heartless?
"That's it, Ryou," I heard in my ear, hot breath washing over it. "Keep fighting it. It only makes it that much more fun!" I heard a deep chuckle, then a loud moan. With any luck he wouldn't last much longer, and I'd be left alone again to recover.
But instead of speeding up, as I expected, he slowed his movements down. I had just enough sense left to be confused, and even slightly panicked. Why would he slow down? He couldn't be finished... His hand swept across my chest again, making me grind my teeth from the stinging. I felt that hand against my face. Wet fingers slid across my pale skin. I knew I was covered in blood, and I knew that if I kept thinking about everything I'd no doubtedly be sick.
"What's wrong, my little hikari?" he asked. "You don't look so well. But then... it's not like I really care." I opened my eyes and looked up at him, that sinister grin still on his blood-streaked lips. Groaning, I turned away from him, clenching my eyes shut and trying not to think on it. His tongue slid up my cheek and I gagged, mentally able to picture it, his tongue trailing through the blood... "Mmmm... delicious," he purred, thrusting into me again. "You are so... fucking... hot..." he growled out, pounding into me in that savage manner, again.
It was a matter of time. Not that that fact helped me endure the torture I was being put through. It came almost without warning, just a few loud moans and unsteady thrusts before that warmth filled me, setting my insides on fire. He caught his breath, then pulled himself from my entrance, which was slick with blood and cum, now.
"Just like heaven..." he whispered in my ear before flicking his tongue at it, then removing his weight from my body. But this wasn't heaven at all, not for me. This was hell. I whimpered, then rolled over on my side, half curled up and sobbing. I felt his eyes on me, no doubtedly staring and enjoying what he'd done to me. I thought I heard a faint laugh, but I was too distant to really tell. I just wanted to lay there and cry... and wish that it would all go away and not be true.
But that again left me with a bleak replacement. If I hadn't been raped... then I was crazy.
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"Yami...?" the youth asked as he stirred from sleep. He felt that his yami was not near him in the bed, and it was rare that the other rose from sleep without good reason. Rubbing his eyes, Yugi sat up in the bed and looked around.
"I'm sorry," Yami replied in a hushed tone. "Did I wake you?"
"No... not really." Yugi studied the other for a moment before he spoke again. "Is there something wrong?"
"I'm not sure, really. I've been feeling some sort of disturbance, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is." The taller figure returned his gaze out the window towards the moon. "There's just something going on that I feel that I'm involved in somehow... and it's driving me crazy that I don't know what it is." Yugi gave a soft smile in his half-awake state.
"Don't worry... I'm sure you'll figure it out. You always do." Yami smiled at his hikari, then. As much as he helped Yugi through his troubled times, he was always in some way helped back. Yugi probably didn't even realize how much stability the spirit got from him.
"Yes... of course..." he whispered, nodding a bit and walking away from the window. "I'll figure it out." He lifted the edge of the blankets and slid back down underneath them. Yugi just sighed and leaned back onto his pillow.
"And I'll help."
Yami hid a chuckle and nestled beside his hikari, pulling him into a chaste but loving embrace.
"I know you will..."
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He had waited until he could no longer feel Bakura's eyes on him, nor hear the evil yami rummaging around. It seemed like forever. Finally he was able to sit up, the burning in his chest from the sliced flesh bringing a few fresh tears out. The boy cursed to himself before staggering to his feet and staring in towards his room. It was probably the only place he hadn't noticed Bakura go before he left. He made his way slowly down the hall and pushed open the door, feeling very tired and weak. As soon as he saw the bed, Ryou wanted to collapse on it... but he knew he'd only stain it. Besides, he had to make sure his new wounds were clean and bandaged.
With a suppressed sob he went into the bathroom and wetted a cloth. Getting into the shower probably wasn't such a great idea, now. He'd only get the other bandages wet, and cold water didn't sound all that inviting. The heat would make the other slices bleed, again.
Looking into the mirror, Ryou could see his face. It was just as he'd imagined it. He looked like a bad finger-painting, all the streaks of red on his face... His eyes went downward. His chest was soaked with blood, drops of the crimson liquid still trickling down him. It took him a moment before he realized that he was gaping.
With great care, he began dabbing at the shredded tissue, removing the blood so he could get a better look at it. What he saw then was more of a shock.
"W-what the-" he gasped, eyes going wide at the carving in his skin. "BAKURA," he read, blinking once. He'd figured so much after what the evil yami had said to him. But that name wasn't the only thing written there. It was something horrible and he knew it. But he was also very curious. What else could Bakura have written in him?
Ryou ran some more cold water, cleaning the cloth out before cleaning the rest of himself off. Then he read the words back, again.. "BAKURA'S..." Ryou stopped and took a shaky breath. Had he read it right? It was backwards... but it was all too clear in the mirror. "BAKURA'S... WHORE..." He wanted to break down and cry again. How could that monster do something like that? The name was one thing... but... "I am not a whore..." he whimpered from behind clenched teeth, wanting to be strong but too doubtful to do so. He could hear Bakura's words in his head... he could hear them so clearly...
'Yes you are! You're a whore! A dirty whore!'
"No...!"
'Yes! Whore! Dirty whore! Dirty, dirty, dirty whore!'
"NOOOO!"
He collapsed down to his knees and clamped his hands over his ears, screaming the same simple answer over and over again. He wasn't a whore... he knew he wasn't... But now he was marked as one. It would scar, and it would be there for everyone to see. Everyone would know... everyone would know that he was 'Bakura's Whore'.
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