The Blood of Anubis

Title: The Blood of Anubis



Title: The Blood of Anubis

by: spiderweb

Rated: R (for bleeding and this is a dark fic)

pairings: Malik/Ryou,
Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Ryou, Yami/Ryou, Seto/Ryou, Shadi/Ryou

 

summary: AU. Ryou
is the most sought after courtesan(whore) and singer
in the Blue Eyes bar. Malik is a wanted serial
killer...seducing people to their deaths. When two sick and demented worlds
meet, what could possibly happen? MR,YBR,YMR,YYR,SetoR,ShadiR.

 

THANKS TO ALL
REVIEWERS!!!

 

a/n: I thought I’d warn
you…there’ll be heavy Ryou abuse in this
chap.(courtesy of Marik and Bakura).
And the stuff they do to Ryou is really disgusting…

 

*****

Chapter 5: Forever

 

“…Love can never be replaced with hate…but it can be
altered…”

*****

 

(Yami Bakky’s
POV)

 

Just across the Blue Eyes Bar, therethe the hotel which Kaiba lets his costumers use when they screw around with
his whores. It wasn’t very big, not because it was cheap, but because it was so
expensive only elites and VIPs can actually afford to stay there.

 

Marik and I went inside. I
somehow beed ted that this was the place where Osiris
had carried Ryou off to. There weren’t many guards
stationed…so it wasn’t a surprise that Osiris could
have gone inside without anybody noticing, locked my brother in a room, and
fucked him. I don’t know what Kaiba was thinking…but
he was a zero in security. Either that or he had another purpose in keeping the
place unwatched.

 

We took the elevator to the second floor, the only other
floor there is. That was where the bedrooms were. Downstairs, it was cafés,
restaurants, bars… the works.

 

“Check every door.” I told Marik,
opening the first door I saw. It was occupied…and I shuddered at a not very
pretty sight of man fucking a horse. No,I
was being sarcastic. The room was empty.

 

Then, I opened the second door…and bingo.

 

I smirked at the sight I saw before me. Ryou was naked on his hands and feet, the lower part of his
back sticking up in the air. Osiris, still fully
clothed, had his tongue up my brother’s ass. I nearly laughed my head off.

 

“Having fun, are you?” I cracked my knuckles, entering
inside. “Let go of him, murderer. He’s mine.”

Ryou had a shocked look on his face, but Osiris simply stared at me. He went on fucking my brother’s
ass with his tongue. Then, when he seemed to have had enough, he let go. “You
want him? Then have him.”

Before I knew it, he had pushed my brother off the bed and into my arms. “What the--?”

”Malik!” Ryou
screamed, trying to get away from my grasp. “Malik!”

Osiris smirked, getting off the bed as well and
making his way out the door. “Don’t worry, Ryou.
You’ll have your fun.”

I laughed. So this was how Osiris played his game. I
grabbed Ryou by the neck and started to choke him.
“Do you remember me, Ryou?”

He coughed, trying to free himself, his eyes wide in fear. “I don’t know you!
Please let me go!”

I shoved him to the bed, and pinned him beneath me, rage taking over my body.
“I went to prison for you, you ungrateful son of a bitch. And then, you forgot me. You
little---“

 

“Malik!” he screamed again, his
attention toward the door, at Osiris’ retreating
figure. “Malik! Help me!
Don’t leave me, please!”

Osiris didn’t turn around. He was staring at Marik and I noticed for the first time how much they looked
alike. Could they be---?

”Malik!” Ryou’s
cries brought me back to my senses. He was struggling like a snake underneath
me, tears starting to form around the corners of his eyes. “If you leave
me…I’ll hate you forever!”

 

Osiris finally turned to face
him, a mysterious smile on his lips. “Who would need the love of a spineless rag
doll? Let’s hate each other, little boy. See who’ll hold on.”

 

Then he left. Ryou stopped
struggling, his head falling back against the bed. He covered his face and
sobbed pathetically.

 

“Ryou…” I whispered tauntingly,
my hands traveling down his cheeks. “You little liar.
You’ve tried so hard to hide from me…but you know you can’t ever run away. I
have my mark on you…the scars that say you belong only to me.”

”No…brother…” He whimpered, and I felt him tremble as I stroke his crotch
rhythmically. “Stop it…it’s wrong…”

I pulled his hands roughly off his face and looked deep into his eyes. “What
the hell do you think or yourself? You were wrong to begin with…nothing was
ever pure about you. You were born a mistake and you will die one. I hate
punishing you, little brother. But sometimes…you have such weird ideas about
yourself. So many lies you can’t handle that I have to. I simply have to.”

”No!!!”

 

I crushed my mouth against his, letting my tongue slide
down his throat. He never stopped struggling underneath my body…but he was too
weak to do anything. I let my tongue roam across his face, down his neck,
sucking on his fresh milky skin. But as soon as I let go of his mouth, he began
screaming again…so loud it was deafening.

 

“Shut the fuck up!” I snapped, punching him on the face.
“Stop making me hurt you!”

”I don’t want this! Please let me go, Bakura!
Please!” He continued to scream, trying to push me away. His nail accidentally
slashed across my eye and I scowled in pain as I felt blood pour down my cheek.

I lost it. I grabbed him by the hair and hit his face endlessly. I could feel
his blood slide down my knuckles and his face was turning blue…but I couldn’t
stop! I hated him screaming like that! I wanted so badly to break him and ruin
his pretty face!

My eyes darted to a vase resting on the desk beside the bed. The
perfect violent method of silencing an idiot.

 

“Shut up!!!” I grabbed the vase and smashed it hard
against his head. I laughed at the sight of the glass embedding against his
skin, his whole face puffing up like a balloon. But I had the wrong impression
that it would keep him quiet, because the hellish pain made him scream all the
more. “What the hell do I have to do to make you shut up!?!”

I heard a soft laugh as Marik
came forward, kneeling beside Ryou. He was holding a
towel and I raised my eyebrow at him.

 

“The only way to shut him up is to tie his mouth, you
dolt.” I watched as he wrapped the towel between Ryou’s
teeth, knotting it at the back of his head. Ryou
became silent at once, but I couldn’t read the expression on his face. He was
still struggling but I couldn’t tell if he was crying or not. There was so much
blood…and his face…his face was damaged beyond recognition.

 

Marik had positioned himself on
the other side of Ryou, his mouth sucking on my
brother’s nipple. Ryou had stop moving…but he was
trembling hard.

 

I looked at Marik. “Let’s stop
this.”

 

He narrowed his eyes and took off all his clothes,
revealing his tanned muscular build. “You can’t stop in the middle.”

I gave a start. I pushed him away from Ryou. “I said
let’s stop this! Can’t you see what I’ve done to his face!?!”

 

“That’s not the point.” He took off the pieces of the
vase embedded on Ryou’s face. I could feel my brother
tremble even more violently as each shard of glass was uprooted from his skin
and more blood poured forth. “You can’t hesitate in breaking someone. Once
you’ve started it…you can’t turn back.”

I watched in horror as he pushed me off Ryou’s body.

 

Sitting guiltily on the floor, I couldn’t do anything to
stop him. He tore off the bed sheets and used it to tie up Ryou’s
wrists to the bed posts. Then he spread my brother’s legs wide…so wide I could
have sworn if he had pulled anymore he would have ripped Ryou’s
crotch. Then he fucked him…and all I did was sit there and look.

 

After sometime, Marik got off Ryou, untied him, and pushed his limp body to me. “Hold
him.”

I wrapped my arms around my brother. He no longer struggled…but he felt
distant. He hated me…and I could feel all of his hatred boring against my skin.
What the hell had I done?

Marik came back a moment later,
holding a bottle of beer in his hand, kneeling in front of Ryou
and me. He tore off the towel between Ryou’s mouth
and I noticed how bloody it had become. Ryou’s
eyeballs had turned white.

 

“How are you feeling, doll?” Marik
asked, raising Ryou’s head up by the chin.

 

Ryou stared blankly at him. “Malik.” I shuddered at the
hoarseness of his voice…the emptiness of his soul.

 

“Malik?”
Marik laughed softly, pouring the contents of the
bottle he held down Ryou’s head, drenching his snow
white hair and his disfigured face. “I only look like him, Ryou.
But we’re very different. You see, Malik can’t ever
love you like I do.” Ryou’s sobbed softly.

I glared at Marik. “What are you talking about?”

He looked at me insanely, but he was still speaking to Ryou.
“Did you know your brother loves you very much too, pretty?”

”Shut up.” My fingers dug into Ryou’s skin, and he
squirmed, whimpering in pain. “I no longer love this bitch. Not after he’d
betrayed me.”

Marik handed me the bottle he held. “So can you prove
it?”

My eyes strayed to Ryou…then to Marik’s
mocking face. I took the bottle and smashed it on the floor. Then, taking the
biggest shard of glass I stabbed it against Ryou’s
chest…close to his heart… but not vital enough to kill him. Ryou
sputtered blood. He tried to scream in pain, but no sound came out of his
mouth. And amidst Marik’s evil laughter, he fell
unconscious in my arms.

 

“You sick bastard.” I growled.

 

Marik smirked. “Look at the
mess you’ve made, Bakura. You’ve ruined your
brother’s face, made him lose his voice, and crushed his penis enough to make
sure he can’t ever have children…or sex for that matter, ever again.”

”I didn’t---!” My eyes widened in shock, and I looked down and saw Ryou’s genitals severely damaged. “Damn you.”

 

I felt my body tense up as I realized what I had just
done. Marik was right. I had broken Ryou…just as I had promised. I’d ruined his life…but why
the hell was I crying inside? Why was I threatening to
explode with---

”RYOU!!!” The door to the room opened, and I turned around just in time
to see Kaiba leading a group of security guards
enter.

 

I couldn’t move…my eyes were strained on the door. The
guards had already come in to arrest us and put us back in prison…we just
escaped…we weren’t really free. Marik was grinning as
he followed the guards out. No prison in the world could deter him. He was
proud of himself for ruining my little brother.

 

“Bakura!”
Kaiba spat at me, trying to take my Ryou from my grasps. “Let him go and return to jail where
you belong.”

”No.” I retorted, holding Ryou tightly. “He’s mine
and you have no right toe hie him away from me!”

”What the hell’s your problem!?!” He hit me on the face, but even with a
bruised cheek, I wasn’t going to give my brother up. “He’s dying, Bakura! Let him go! Give him freedom even just this once…stop
giving him reasons to hate you!”

 

I looked at Kaiba’s face…then
at Ryou’s.

 

*****(NORMAL
POV)


Bakura fingered the lily he held in his hand. “I let
him go…”

The dark clouds in the sky began to disappear, as the sun’s light came shining
through.

 

“Marik and you returned to
prison…” Isis nodded slowly. “But three days later, you
were reported to have escaped again…”

Bakura smirked. “I had something to settle with Osiris. He hurt my brother more than I did. Because that night, Ryou had proved to me
one thing. He’d found the person he loved…I was out of his life.”

There were faint footsteps…and two familiar figures appeared.

 

Kaiba and his brother, Mokuba, walked toward Ryou’s
grave, a bouquet of roses in hand. “But you still left scars and ruined Ryou’s face.”

”Kaiba!”
Isis exclaimed in surprise as Bakura
shamefully turned away. “How long have you been listening?”

 

“We heard everything.” Kaiba
replied, sitting beside Isis. Mokuba
laid the flowers by his friend’s last resting place, then
settled beside his brother. “But we only came ouw bew because this is the part
where we contribute to the tale.”

 

“Ryou’s face was ruined.” Mokuba added. “I saw it. He was so afraid to look into the
mirror because of his monstrous appearance…but brother made him stop working as
a whore.”

Kaiba nodded thoughtfully. “Ryou
couldn’t ever have sex again…that was a given. I had though let letting him
have plastic surgery to fix his face but the doctor advised us to wait for a
few months until his wounds were all dry so it would prevent danger to the
operation. But those 6 months were hell for Ryou. His
self-esteem became so low I was afraid he’d try to kill himself.”

”But Ryou didn’t.” Mokuba
said, smiling lightly. “Ryou told me he wanted to
live for brother. And he also told me he lived to have his revenge.”

Isis furrowed his brows. “Against Osiris…”

Kaiba looked into the distance…and for a moment,
everything was in tranquility. Then he blinked, and chaos returned. “He said he
won’t stop until he sees Osiris die. He was good at
erasing truths. And he erased all his love for Malik Ishtar. At least…he thought he did.”

 

Bakura gave a snort, his eyes
closed. “He was creating another person for himself…an impostor.”

”I had wanted him to forget Osiris.” Kaiba continued. “And I
thought he had his chance…when he met Yami. Yami and I weren’t exactly
friends…but we had one sole desire…get rid of Osiris.
His meeting with Ryou changed everything.”

 

Kaiba breathed deeply, his
feelings flashing like a tornado. He turned to his little brother, his eyes
wordlessly wanting help.

 

Mokuba understood. He placed
his hands on top of his brother’s and smiled reassuringly. “I’ll continue the
tale.”

*****

(Everything from this point on unless otherwise specified
is in Mokuba’s POV)

Ryou was let out of the hospital three days after the
assault. His whole head was bandaged, and only his eyes were given enough space
through the cover. I’ve only met him once before when big brother let me visit
him in his office…but I could still remember vividly his exquisite and delicate
looks. It hurt me to think that in one night…an angel could lose everything he
held dear.

 

Ryou acted normal enough. For
the next few days, brother let me take care of him. And even though he talked
slowly and his voice was unusually hoarse, I loved to hear about fairytales
with happy endings from his mouth. And even though he walked with crutches, he
gladly accompanied me to the garden everyday…where I would paint and he…he
would simply lie down on the grass and breathe in the fresh morning air. His
life became so peaceful I couldn’t believe it. Somehow, I thought Ryou had found happiness.

 

I was wrong.

 

One night, I heard a scream coming from his room. He was
shaking violently in bed, hitting his head against the wall to try and make
himself unconscious. He was weeping and I realized his pain when I caught sight
of blood dripping between his legs and marking through his shorts.

 

“Ryou!”
I cried, running over to him and pulling him from the wall. “Stop it! Please!”

His eyes were wild. “I can’t! It hurts so much! Help me, Mokuba!
It hurts!!!”

 

I frantically glanced around, not knowing what to do. I
was a kid, for Ra’s sake. What was I supposed to do? I ran out of the room and
called my brother for help. He was still working in the office at 12 midnight…but I had no choice. I didn’t trust
any of the servants or even the personal doctors without consulting brother
first.

 

He arrived in approximately 10 minutes, panting and his
face masked with worry. We ran to Ryou’s room at once
and found him writhing in pain on the floor, his hands holding on his crotch.

 

My brother ran to Ryou and
gathered him up in his arms. Then, with one hand, he removed Ryou’s shorts. “Relax.”

”It hurts…” Ryou whimpered, his eyes on brother’s. “Help me, Seto.”

“Shh…” I saw brother’s hands
gently massage Ryou’s crotch. Brother raised an
eyebrow at me. Blushing lightly, I turned my eyes to another direction and
stopped looking.

I fidgeted uncomfortably, my eyes on the wall. A little
of Ryou’s blood had spilt there…and it kind of made
an interesting maroon shadow. The shape reminded me of an Egyptian queen
sitting comfortably against her gold throne…what was her name? Oh right,
Cleopatra.

 

I felt a hand tap me rather impatiently on the shoulder.

 

“Stop saying ‘Cleopatra’, Mokuba.”
Big brother was looking suspiciously at me. “Were you listening to what I’ve
been telling you?”

I flushed, my eyes wandering around the room. Ryou
was already sitting calmly on his bed, looking curiously on. Brother was waving
his hand in front of my face. “Oh…umm…sorry…”

”Never mind.” Big brother sighed. He gestured to Ryou, cupped his hands around my ears and whispered. “Watch
him…he might do something…not likeable.”

I nodded, then when brother left, I approached the
foot of Ryou’s bed.

 

“Feeling better?” I asked, placing my hand on his knee.

 

Ryou nodded slowly. “What were
you thinking when you were staring at the blood on my wall?”

I laughed nervously. “Oh—err---it was—it looked a bit like Cleopatra, you know,
the Egyptian queen? Funny. See the shape of the body?”

He glanced briefly at the wall, then his tender eyes
returned to mine. “I don’t know…I think it looks messy. It’s like oblivion…holding
no meaning…not love nor hatred.”

”True.” I brought my head down, absent-mindedly knotting the sheets of his bed.

 

His hand clasped mine. I looked up. I saw the fiery
determination in his eyes. “Let’s go out, Mokuba.”

“W-why?”

”Because darkness is calling for us.”

”That’s not good enough! Brother would never forgive me if I let you
out! It’s the middle of the night! And anyway, you can hardly walk!”

”I wto tto take out the garbage.”

”Don’t lie.”

”Just one night of freedom.”

I looked at him. His eyes held such innocent sincerity that I could do nothing
but believe him. “Alright. But we’ll be very fast, okay? And no straying
farther than the trash bin.”

For the first time in 3 weeks, I saw him smile. He held my hands in his as he
nodded eagerly. “Promise.”

 

I led him out of the house stealthily to avoid waking
anybody up. Despite his crutches, Ryou was absolutely
silent and we were able to ‘escape’ the house. I knew he was dying to go out
because he didn’t like being imprisoned for so long. No one would. This was the
perfect time. Darkness…the night…the hollow moon…they were all Ryou’s friends.

  e wae walked a block away from the Kaiba
mansion. I carried the garbage and Ryou trudged
silently behind me. His eyes were intent on the ground, as though he were
contemplating on something. We never talked along the way. I guess, that way,
we both got what we wanted. He had his few minutes of freedom and I had a short
moment of peace.

 

As soon as we reached our destination, I placed the
garbage bag beside the bin and dusted off my hands. “Let’s head back home now, Ryou.”

His eyes were on the trash bin, and a weird sort of ferocity glowed in them. “Wait,
Mokuba. Let’s burn the garbage.”

”What?” I grabbed his arm in alarm. “We don’t have to, Ryou.
Let’s just leave it.”
O!” O!” He reached inside his pants pocket and produced a lighter. He shoved it
in my hands. “Burn it. We can’t leave any traces to the past.”

 

My knees quivered as I looked worriedly at the lighter in
my hands. “We might wake the neighborhood up…and besides…you’re not yourself…
why should I listen to you?”

He replied with silence, and I saw his head droop
guiltily to the side.

 

I threw the lighter in the trash bin and closed the lid.
Then I took hold of Ryou’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go
home.”

I helped Ryou turn around on his crutch, but just as
I was doing so, I caught sight of a dark hooded figure a few feet away from us.
I was instantly in a state of fear at a dangerous aura he held and I couldn’t
move.

 

“Mokuba?”
Ryou glanced uncertainly at me, then he looked behind
him and I saw his face went paler than it was already. “No…”

The figure took a step forward, and Ryou began
panicking. “Mokuba, let’s go!”

 

He pulled on my hand but my feet were glued to the floor.
The figure stopped inches away from Ryou’s back, then I saw a brown hand reach out and grab the back of his
neck. Ryou screamed and tried to run, but naturally
he couldn’t, and he fell off his crutches and onto the floor.

 

I returned to my senses, and tried pulling him up. “Ryou, let’s go!”

 

The figure, who I would later learn to be the murderer Osiris, glared at me. I backed away in fear at the coldness
of his purple eyes… I was scared. I couldn’t do anything but look at what
happened next.

 

Osiris knelt in front of Ryou, pulling down his hood. His eyes narrowed. “Your face…”

 

“I hate you.” Ryou’s voice held
nothing but hurt. “You used my feelings for you to leave me at the mercy of my
brother’s hands…why?”

”You deserved it.” Osiris sneered. “For being the
dirty whore that you are…for being the body of every filth
in this dead world…for being you.”

Ryou’s eyes lingered at Osiris’
face for a moment. “I thought I’d found what I was searching for…I was wrong,
wasn’t I?”

Choosing darkness over light…cruel

 

“I loved my brother.” Ryou went
on, his eyes on his hands. “I murdered my beloved mother for him. I loved you.
I lost every thing I had.”

Choosing love over hatred causes only
pain…

 

“I’m ugly because
of you.” Ryou spat, a new form of anger emanating
through his body. “I lost my job because
of you. I can no longer have sex because of you. I’m only 16 and you stole
everything away from me. I’m never
going to forgive you, Osiris. Never. I will not rest until I see you die. You’ve killed so many
defenseless people…you are the most pathetic excuse for a human being!”

Osiris smirked, a low and harsh laugh marking his
amusement. “Your threats are pointless. You can’t kill me. You can’t even touch
me.”

Osiris reached inside his cloak holding a sharp blade
used on razors. He opened his mouth and placed the blade at the flat center of
his long pink tongue. Then, with a sudden movement, he grabbed Ryou’s head and forced his lethal tongue through Ryou’s mouth. Ryou tried
screaming as he struggled to free himself from Osiris’
tight hold, but the rapidly spilling mixture of their blood was smothering him.
His mouth was filling up with his and Osiris’ blood…and
I could tell he was having difficulty breathing.

 

“Ryou!”
I shouted, sweating, realizing I couldn’t do anything to save him all by
myself. I ran as fast as I could back home to call for big brother’s help…only
hoping that when I return, Ryou would still be alive.

*****

 

a/n: Finally finished this chappie! So sorry I wasn’t able to update sooner…school’s
back and I need time to right! Not even my Saturdays are free!!! ARRRRGHHH!!!
DAMMITTTT!!!!!!!!!! Oh, please pray for me! I need to get into a college but I
feel I wasn’t able to pass any of the entrance exams since I guessed most of
the answers! It’s not that I didn’t know the answers…I was just too lazy to
think about them. Pray for me, please!