What Happened in Room 102

What Happened in Room 102



Chapter Three



The gunshots outside sounded like a barrel of firecrackers going off, it made the students both frightened and hopeful.

When Marik and Bakura reenter the room, Marik thoroughly coated in blood, missing the large guns they carried out, they are glad that, though some of the students are caught in chatter, none of them moved from their places, except two.



Jade eyes glare up at the men defiantly, pants corrected, leaning against the wall, small, blond boy sleeping in his protective arms.



The two criminals had not been gone long, ten minutes at most, but still it seems something has occurred in that short while.



"Shut it!" Bakura silences the class.



While his partner makes his way up front he stays back, pulling out the cell phone. With a push of the redial button he's calling back the negotiator, the phone only rings twice before it's answered.



"If those men have wives or children, I want you to tell them that their blood painted the school halls wonderfully," His voice shows no regret, he then hangs up the phone. His attention goes to his comrade, crouching down before his brother and the male holding him protectively.



Otogi pulls away from the hold on his chin, only to be gripped there again, fingers squeezing tighter this time.



"I believe we were in the middle of some-"



Marik doesn't have the time to finish, his own chin gripped, turning his face to be forced into a demanding kiss. Letting go of the teen, the blonde responds to the kiss, opening his mouth to invite a possessive tongue, and fighting with it slightly.



Bakura pulls back from the kiss, licking off blood from a tan cheek with a long and sensual stroke of his tongue, no fear of disease shown.



"I think I can satisfy you," he all but purrs, Marik grins maniacally wide. Helping the blonde up they start making out again, Bakura pulling his partner forward, until he turns him to slam the slightly taller against a wall, a small strip of white space between two windows, hardly side-stepping Anzu and Yugi.



The two strip each other with loads of passion, but no gentleness what so ever, their coupling almost crossing over into the boundary of a fight. While others would gently caress and kiss, these two use bruising grips and bite.



Bakura explores every inch of tan skin he can get a hold of with both mouth and hands, loving the way he can make the other moan and arch under him. Marik lets out a cry between pain and pleasure, his pale companion entering him swiftly without preparation. The two hold no shame as they fuck in the middle of a classroom full of students, not keeping quiet with it either.



Yugi tries to ignore the event happening so very close to him, huddling over the unconscious form of his friend, hands clutching at his ears. Those sounds are enough to destroy his future grandchildren's innocents, so it's obvious it slaughters his and all other's in the room.



Marik reaches his release quickly after being denied when so close last time, but with persistent hands Bakura brings him back to full hardness, not yet finished with him. After bringing the taller to cum twice and finally climaxing himself the killer lets himself slump forward on his partner, the two panting like thirsty dogs on a summer day.



Because they were so caught into each-other and were making so much noise they didn't hear the zipper, or the rummaging before, now Bakura does. Pulling out of Marik he turns to see no other than his pretty, little look-a-like searching through his tan backpack. Correcting his pants, that being the only thing still on him while his friend was completely stripped, he makes his way to the young boy.



The world is lost to Ryou, he's too desperate to find what he's looking for to notice anything else happening, so desperate that when his wrist is grabbed he imprudently fights against the hold.



The strike is loud and strong enough to make the small boy fall from his seat, the object that he was so desperate to find a moment ago escaping his shaky grip as he hits the cool floor harshly. He watches the small case with longing as it hits the ground, bouncing once, twice, before sliding further from his reach.



"This is the second fucking time," the teen yelps as he's kicked in the side, Bakura hardly managing the attack in the small aisle, "you disobeyed me."



"Pl-"



"Shut up!" One thing that Bakura hates is disobedience; he loathes it with a passion when someone below him dares to go against him. "You are starting to become a thorn in my-"



Ryou doesn't care for whatever the man is saying, the situation is too dire, he has to get to that case.



"You fucking shit!" The whitenette almost screams as he's yanked back by his snow colored hair, have been trying to crawl to the object of his desire.



"I-I have to take my test!" Ryou screams as loud as he can, thrusting up his arm to prove a point, there on that dainty wrist is a silver bracelet that clearly reads 'Diabetic' on a flat plate. The object he is so crazy to have is his test strips, glucose meter already waiting patiently on the desk.



The larger male releases his hold, eyes never wondering off the little one as he collects the strips, makes his way back to the desk, and does what he has to. He watches the expression on the boy’s face, the slight wince, as he punctures his finger, sees the hope and worry in his eyes when he waits for an answer from the small, blue machine, and catches the despair when that answer is finally given.



Ryou places his meter on the desk, it only serving as a confirmation, he knew beforehand that his sugar was low, his shaking hands and fast heartbeat he could have thrown off as fear but when the headache, blurry vision, and heavy feeling in his gut came he knew.



He hadn't taken any more insulin then he normally did, but he is used to being home at this hour and already having a light snack.



"I-I have to eat," the words are to himself and hardly above a whisper.



"You'll survive; just stay seated and shut up."



"I could die!" The boy says before he can stop himself, he freezes in fear though when the words are out, expecting to get hit for the defiance, all he gets is a glare for his uncharacteristic outburst.



With an annoyed groan Bakura, again, pulls out the small cell phone from his back pocket. With the press of a button the phone is ringing.



"You seem so eager to please," the criminal says after a few moments, deep voice laced with sarcasm, "let's see if you can do something right for once, there is a brat in here that is diabetic, he says he needs food and while you get that you can get some pizza for the rest of the little shits," there's a small pause before Bakura yells, "I don't give a fuck! Cheese!"



"Pepperoni!" Marik calls excitedly from his place, the last part on the word muffled as he pulls his crimson stained shirt over his head.



"Pepperoni, call me back when you get all that," the phone is then hung up.



"Th-thank you," Ryou eyes his desk, he doesn't want to be grateful to this man, but the feeling sinks into him anyways.



Bakura grabs the smaller's chin, forcing the younger to look at him with those large, doe like eyes.



"You shouldn't thank me, I don't do charity work," though the male says this he doesn't do anything to the boy, he lets him go and walks back to his partner.



"I want you to get on the computer and find out who's in charge," Marik is quick to listen, having gotten dressed while the other dealt with Ryou.



Otogi and Malik are ignored for the moment, much to the older teen’s glee as he continues to watch the blonde maniac with distrust.



"Hey, Boobs," Bakura addresses the girl sitting just next to Ryou, the blond girl looks up at him without hesitation. "Did you enjoy the show?" The girls cheeks glow crimson, though Bakura can't be sure if she watched him fuck his partner, he saw her watch her classmate suck the other off with utter lust and fascination. "Did you?!" He demands when she doesn't answer.



"Y-yes," she doesn't lie and that brings a smirk to the fiends face.



"I like you, Boobs," He has given her the nickname for an obvious reason, first few buttons of her school uniform blouse undone to show a good amount of cleavage. "Because I like you, I want to trust you, can I do that?"



"Yes,"



"That's good-"



"Hey Kura, you should come see this," Marik interrupts the other's conversation, an evil smile across his tanned face.



"I'll be right back," Bakura tells the blonde before he walks towards his partner up front.



"The detective in charge is named Atem Motou," Bakura steps behind his blond friend, "and he looks a lot like.."



The sentence doesn't need to be ended for the whitenette sees the picture and the two criminals look over at the pip squeak, large lilac eyes are looking back with fear, confirming the information processed.



Bakura almost can't believe his luck, obviously this little brat is related to the one in charge out there, that bastard better not piss him off.



'Ring, ring, ring', the phone starts before Bakura can finish his evil thoughts.



"That was quick, you guys are getting better," the male answers. "Nobody is coming in here, I'm sending someone out," he continues after a second, and then the phone is hung up.



Bakura makes his way to the back of the room, to a certain desk.



"You said I can trust you right?"



"Yes,"



"All you have to do is go out there, grab the food, and come back, nothing more, nothing less," the male instructs, "nothing funny, I don't want to have to kill you."



"A-alright," the blonde answers.



"Good girl, let’s go," Bakura escorts her to the door, but that's as far as he goes, then as soon as she walks out he joins his partner in the front of the room to look at the laptop.



That one laptop is showing nine different scenes, each from a camera they set up themselves.



Every move the girl makes is carefully scrutinized by the two men and to Bakura's delight she's a very obedient little slut, grabbing what is handed to her and not speaking to the one giving it to her, even though they are obviously asking questions.



With three large boxes and some kind of bottle in hand the large breasted blonde makes her way back to the school.



'Beep, beep, be-' Marik quiets the alarm that sounds off when the girl gets too close to the building.



Bakura and Marik aren't a bunch of amateurs, they have been planning this for a little over a month and though they chose the timing of the attack because of Malik the rest was done with careful planning. This building was picked because only two classes can be held in it, thanks to construction purposes, making it easier to clear out other than this one room, camera's placed in a way that no one can sneak up, and motion sensors up just in case they do.



Bakura goes to open the door for the blonde, she having her hands full.



"Good job, Boobs," it seems like the criminal isn't going to use the effort to learn the girls real name, much preferring his little nickname and she wouldn't dare correct him, who would?



He takes the pizzas from her and takes them to the teacher's desk up front, along with the odd bottle that resembles something you buy vitamins in, and orders the girl to sit.



It is just like Jounouchi to wake up when food comes into the picture, the male jolting up into a sitting position quite suddenly.



"What the..?" He is obviously confused, though you can tell it comes all back to him when a horrified look passes his face. "Yu-!"



"Shut up, before I knock you out again," Bakura threatens while examining the strange bottle labeled Glucose pills; it quiets the blonde, though he looks around frantically till his eyes land on Yugi, and the brunette asleep next to him. Obviously he missed a lot.



The white haired fiend makes his way back to his look-a-like's desk, the boy has his head down, hands fisted in his hair.



"I believe this is for you," Ryou looks up, looking quite pathetic with tear streaks down his cheeks and eyes puffy, he had been crying. When those large brown eyes land on that all too familiar bottle he feels there might be some hope for him after all, but when he reaches for it, the pills are quickly snatched away. "Not so fast," Bakura tuts.



"Please," the plead is nothing less than desperate, feeling that he is on the verge of passing out, though it’s most likely the panic that brings that feeling about.



"Nothing in life is free, you'll have to earn these," the bottle is shook for emphases, the pills jingling temptingly.



Ryou's eyes widen as he stares up at the older, the thought of what he would have to do to earn the pills making him feel nauseous, or maybe that's another side effect to lack of sugar in his blood stream, either way could it be bad enough to give up the key to his life?



"H-how?" He hesitates, but seals his fate, and that is confirmed by the murderers smirk.



"You will be my compliant pet."



-Outside-



"Get them the fuck out of here!" Subordinates look at their, normally very calm and collected, captain as he freaks out over the news camera's getting to close. They could never know how he's feeling though, finally he had got a hold of the list of students trapped in the school, just after the young girl was sent out to grab food, and there along with eight other students was his cousin’s name.



It has now become a conflict of interest to even work on this case, yet how can he leave his cousin's life in another's hands? He just can't let anyone else find out. He can just imagine little Yugi in there, his poor cousin way to kind and innocent to go through such a mess, and if those people find out they could easily use the younger against him, he assures himself that they won't.



"Captain Motou,"



"What?" Atem all but barks the question, which makes the young cop there wish he was anyone else but the messenger, he doesn't want an untimely death.



"P-parents have shown up, they demand t-to speak to you," The look the captain is giving him is enough to make him feel like a child who's telling his teacher he didn't do his homework.



Atem looks away from the brunette before him, finding it to be the only way to stop glaring at the shorter male, he then takes in a deep breath to try to calm himself.



"Thank you, Valon, I'll be there in a moment," he watches his subordinate walk away.