Tearing Down Souls

Yami-Bakura-Itemri: Hehe yeah I like the mind fuckery. I think it's good for poor little bishies. And it's like carrots for my plot bunnies.

catti: I hope I didn't make the wait too long for you. The bad news is that the last chapter hasn't been started yet. On the flip side I have started working on your happy ending Bakura/Ryou fic for the Series. It's weird writing happy things for those two. I have to stop and rewrite things sometimes because I start to make it angsty. Oh well it's good practice for ATSGD.

jeazard: I can't fix it I'm just the author *pouts* I'm just drug along by the plot bunnies. Evil damn plot bunnies. I swear you can't do a thing with them. :) But the ending may not be as bad as you think it will be...I wouldn't count on that though.

One more chapter to go after this one. Who should get the happy ending? Voting starts at the end of this chapter. If you don't vote them don't complain if your pair ends up crying at the end hehe.

I do not own "Breakdown" as sung by Seether


Lyrics in **


Pairings- Bakura/Yugi


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*The sun is gone and the flowers rot
Words are spaces between us
And I should've been drown in the rivers I've found of token lost
And I should've been down when you made me insecure*


"He's fucking Yami you know."


I lift my head from Bakura's lap and blink up at him. I don't know what he's talking about. I rarely do anymore. Ever since Ryou left he's been wildly unpredictable. He'll pin me to the bed and take me hard and fast as he tells me he's never going to let me go and then shoves me into the closet and locks me inside while he goes out. Sometimes I think he even forgets I'm around.


"Did you hear me?"


"Who's fucking Yami? Better question, who's Yami?"


"Ryou. Don't you remember? How you found them that day. How hurt you were. You left and I found you and I took you with me. I wouldn't let either of them hurt you again. I kept you away from Yami and I even made Ryou promise not to tell. Remember?"


Bakura grabs a handful of my hair and yanks me to my knees. Deep chocolate brown eyes bore into me. He wants me to remember.


I wrinkle my nose. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't want to play this game."


This was apparently the wrong thing to say. I find myself being tossed off the couch to land on the wooden floor. I curl up and groan. "Don't tease me Bakura."


A flash of white hair drifts across my vision as he leans over and grabs my jaw forcing my mouth open. He's in a mood tonight and I'm not sure why. I think it has something to do with moving. We've moved twice in the past month. Usually we stay a little longer than two weeks in a place but Bakura's been...nervous.


"Stay with me Yugi. It's not safe outside. You'll get hurt out there." I nod in agreement wondering why he's telling me things I already know. It doesn't matter because he's letting me open his jeans to get to what I want and as I wrap my mouth around him he continues with his rant. "You need me little Yugi. I can keep you safe. I can love you the way they couldn't. The way they wouldn't. They don't understand what you need."


I increase my efforts trying to get him to shut up. After a few minutes of hard sucking and gentle licks he thrusts into my mouth hard and I lap at the creamy essence that tries to escape my mouth. I never could swallow it all. It tastes nasty anyway.


Bakura uses his thumb to wipe away what managed to leak from my mouth. I grin happily. "Yugi. It would be so easy to hurt you. You know that right?"


"Yep." I rock to my knees humming a random song that comes into my head. I made him come. I giggle. I'm just that good.


"I could kill you right now and you'd let me wouldn't you." He sounds surprised and pleased at the same time. Someone give him a cookie.


"Yep. If you wanted to I guess. But then who would you have sex with?" It's a good question.


He shakes his head and goes upstairs to shower. When he comes back down he's changed into jeans and a t shirt. Nothing remarkable. It's a shame really because he looks good in leather. "I'm going out. Stay inside."


As if I'd leave. He picks up his jacket and shoves his arms through it. When he opens the door I remember something important. "Bakura?"


"What?"


"Where are we?"


He turns around and shuts the door slowly. "Why?"


I'm just curious. "The last place we were was warm now it's cold. I was just wondering where we were. You don't have to tell me."


He stares at me for a long moment before opening the door again and leaving. I knew he wouldn't tell. Ryou should have known too.


*So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can break me down if it takes all your might
'cause I'm so much more than meets the eye*


We're moving again. I hate moving. What's worse is that I was asleep when he decided it was time to go. He came in mumbling something about Pharaohs and backstabbing Hikaris. I should know what he means but I'm too tired to care right now.He tosses another handful of clothes into the black trash bag sitting by the bed. He's never been good at packing but this is bad even for him.


"Kura. I'm too tired for this shit."


I don't have time to realize I've made a mistake before he backhands me. I feel my lip bust open against my teeth. I know better than to cry out but I can't help the startled grunt that escapes me in a rush of air.


Bakura is standing over me with his fists clenched at his side. His breathing is fast and ragged. "Don't call me that."


"I'm sorry. I forgot. It's hard to remember sometimes."


He's shaking. I crawl over to him ignoring the coppery taste painting my lips. He's all I have left and I won't loose him. I won't let him do to me what Yami did and I won't do to him what Ryou did. We need each other.


He lets me rub my forehead against his leg. That's a good sign. If he was really mad he would have kicked me. Last time he did I ended up sleeping for two days straight. At least that's what he told me. It's all kind of fuzzy to me. I do have a scar on my temple that I don't remember actually getting. It's almost crescent shaped and curves across my temple towards my eye. That is apparently where my head hit the brick fireplace of our last house.


"You're bleeding all over the floor. Go clean yourself up."


I make my way to the bathroom and find a washcloth that's already stained pinkish. As I'm cleaning the blood off my face I hear the front door open and close and run to the window. Bakura throws the bag of clothes into the back of the car and slams the trunk before heading back inside. I sigh. He wouldn't leave me. Even when I do bad things and he says he's going to I know he doesn't mean it. Because he needs me to get Ryou back.


We leave most of our stuff at the house. We always do. Bakura says we can always get more and we always do so I'm not worried.


We drive for hours before we get to the airport. Figures we'd be flying again. I wonder where we're going this time. "I hope it's somewhere warm."


Bakura gives my that wild grin he's so famous for. "Very warm. We're going to America little one."


"Don't call me that."


*And I'm the one you can never trust
'cause wounds are ways to reveal us
And yeah I could have tried and devoted my life to both of us
But what a waste of my time when the world we have is yours*


Bakura's out doing whatever it is he does to earn money. Most likely stealing. He's good at it.


Meanwhile I'm sitting at home twirling a little scrap of paper between my thumb and forefinger. I'm going to call Ryou. I don't want to but every time I try to throw the stupid faded piece away or tell Bakura about it something stops me. I lean over and snag the lime green cell phone off the coffee table. It's a piece of shit but it works.


"Moshi moshi."


I don't want to do this. "Hey pretty bunny."


"Yugi?"

I hear a scuffle in the background. Voices I should know are arguing. "Ryou I'm hanging up."


"No! I'm sorry Yugi we're having a slight puppy problem." Someone voices his displeasure about being called a dog again.


"Yugi where are you? It's been almost a year. I thought that maybe you wouldn't call."


"I said I would didn't I. Not all of us are liars."


The phone buzzes with silence for a long moment. Bakura's going to be back soon. I shouldn't have called. He takes care of me. He protects from Yami so he can't...he can't...I don't remember what it was he did anymore. I run my tongue over my lips and probe at the cut that still hasn't healed. "He wants me to be you."


"Who does?" That's not Ryou. Something else that's familiar but not.


"Bakura. He misses you Ry. You should come home. We need you. There can't just be two it has to be all three of us or Bakura starts to slip and I can't remember for all of us. My mind's too fuzzy now." I whimper, "I want you to come get me. I want to come home."


"Where are you?" A different voice this time. Deeper. Commanding. Seto. I know Seto. He hates Yami. He'll make Ryou come home.


"New Orleans. I don't know the street. It's by a strip club. The Pink Diamond. Which by the way is a horrible name for a strip club. I mean they couldn't come up with something better?"


"America. It'll take us at least 62 hours to get there."


"Ryou."


"Yeah?"


"Come home."


I'm trembling as I hang up. Bakura will be so happy. But I can't tell. If I tell it will ruin the surprise. I'm not Ryou. I can't be. If I can get him to come back we can all be together again. Then he can tell me more stories. I wasn't so forgetful when he told me his stories. A few pushes of buttons and the phone's memory of the call I just placed is gone.


I want to feel Ryou again. Bakura has this bad habit of leaving me hard and alone as long as he gets off what does he care. Ryou used to help me. See that's another reason he needs to come home. I toss the phone back where I found it and head for the bedroom. Bakura will be home soon.


*So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can break me down if it takes all your might
'cause I'm so much more than all your lies*


"There was a blonde we used to know."


Bakura nods absently. "Marik. He was blonde. Malik too but Malik died."


Something about that doesn't seem right. "He had brown eyes?"


"No. They both had purple eyes. Not like yours but close. We never knew anyone with brown eyes."


Ryou has brown eyes. I bite my tounge to keep from pointing out this little fact. Bakura hasn't moved from the couch in hours. It's like he's waiting for something. A flash of blonde hair and brown eyes enter my mind again. "Jou."


"We don't know a Jou. I told you Marik was the only one." I sit on the floor next to him. Sometimes he'll reach down and pet me but usually he just stares at the door.


Another face this time a brunette girl and right behind that a boy in a blue uniform standing by a motorcycle. It started about an hour ago and has been getting more annoying as time goes on. "How'd Malik die?"


"Who said anything about Malik being dead?"


You did you moron. "I don't know."


Bakura stands and starts pacing. I understand the need. Something's happening. I close my eyes and let the memories rush over me. Ryou, Seto, Jou, Honda, Mokuba, Malik, Marik and...Yami. Yami hurt me. Yami is the one who drove me out of my home. If he hadn't hurt me we wouldn't have lost Ryou.


"They're here."


Bakura's words snap me out of my daze. He pulls me to my feet and pushes me behind him bracing himself as the door opens. I can't see who it is but they're obviously not happy judging by the way the door bounces off the wall. Bakura takes a step back forcing me to move with him. I peek around his side only to see the other me.


"He's mine now Pharaoh. You fucked up when you tried to take my light away from me. You tried to take mine and failed but I managed to get yours didn't I. I won."


"Yugi." Brunette. Blue eyes. Arrogant. Seto. "Come on. We're taking you home."


"No. I am home."


Yami reaches out for me. This time I step back taking Bakura with me via a hand fisted in the fabric of his shirt. "Little one I'm sorry I hurt you but I want to make it better. Come with us. Please."


As if I'd fall for that. "Where's Ryou?"


"He's here. He doesn't want to come in. He's afraid." Seto makes a quick motion towards Bakura. "He's afraid of what that psychotic Tomb Robber will do to him."


Bakura wouldn't hurt Ryou. He loves him. "When you love someone you don't hurt them."


Yami flinches. Would you like a little salt to rub in that wound. Serves you right you bastard. "Little one..."


"Bastard. You fucking bastard. I trusted you. You never listened to me. I told you not to play that card and you didn't listen. I told you not to fight with Kaiba and you didn't listen. I told you to wait for me and you didn't. Now you think I'm just going to come home with you? You wouldn't wait for me. I would have...but no you had to go and fuck Ryou. Now give him back!"


Yami shakes his head. He looks almost sad. He used to look like that a lot before we were together. "Ryou. I think you need to come in here."


Ryou pushes his way past the others with Malik right behind him. Malik has something in his hand. Something golden.


*Hate me, break me down
So break me down
So break me down
So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can break me down if it takes all your might
'cause I'm so much more than meets the eye*


We're together now. The three of us. The way it's supposed to be. Because we need each other. My mind's still fuzzy sometimes but not as bad as it was. Because I have Ryou back.


"Yugi, come on. It's getting cold out here."


"No. Watch the sunset with me."


Ryou throws a coat over my shoulders and smiles gently at me. He won't admit it but he's glad to be back. "Do you want to hear a story?"


I think for a moment. "Tell me about...the other times."


He wraps his arm around me and buries his face in my hair. "Once, before we were together, I watched you. I wanted to be with you more than anything in the world."


"And now you are." I cuddle into his warmth. After everything we've been through it's nice to have him back. He means so much to me. "I want to tell you a story."


"Okay."


"While you were gone I thought about you everyday. Even when I had a hard time remembering things I always knew you. You made it worth waking up and getting out of bed. So I could be with you again."


He tips my face up and kisses me. Hard and demanding just the way I remember his kisses. I wiggle around so I can straddle his lap. I'm losing myself in the taste of tea and honey when I feel my other lover press against my back.

"Hey."


"We should move this inside where it's warmer."


Ryou nods his agreement as his hands rub at my jeans. "We can get you out if these clothes. I think they're getting a little tight."


Somehow between kisses and wandering hands we make it as far as the living room before giving up the idea of an actual bed.


I'm between them where I belong now. "Love you both."


"We love you too Little One" Yami says.


Sometimes I wonder what exactly it was Malik had when they came to save me from Bakura. But sometimes I just don't care.


Because Yami and Ryou need me to be with them now. We don't talk about the past.

After all Bakura cheated on me.


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Poor Yugi. I don't think I've ever put anyone (other than Ryou) through so much