Just a Bit of Catnip

WARNING! SHONNEN BNG, NG, TURN AWAY IF YOU’RE AGAINST IT

Caska: yes.. and they get so much more angsty! Mwahaahaa! Bring on the suffering!
cloeyvalentine: more Malik you shall get^^
SweetMisery: they have just begun to learn of the pain, so has every one reading *creepy smile*
happy yaoi lover: its ok… um, more like there going to mess with ryou and then steal both Ryou and Malik’s body… well.. that’s the plan…
grace: lot more sex to come^^
Elle-Fate2x1: no…well…probably… I wont lie.. this will probably send him to therapy…but I think theres another character whos had it worse…

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(Malik)

Ryou continued to cry and shake the rest of the day, I chose not to send Ryou to school. He was in no condition to even stand by him self, let alone go to different classes.

Bakura took over for me when I told him I had to get going, he nodded understandingly. I left as every thought I would do on my way to school. But in reality I was going to the park to spend some time alone and reflect on the dream I had before Ryou had woken up screaming.

*dream*

I sat up in bed and turned to look for Ryou, he was gone and I knew for some unexplainable reason that I was alone in the house.

I turned to see the house fall apart shadows creeping over and destroying every thing. I got off the bed and started running, running from the fierce shadows. There was a light up ahead, I ran towards it and was suddenly back in Egypt with my sister. It had been a long time ago since we moved form Egypt to our new house.

My sister smiled and disappeared. I reached out for her and I felt an arm on my shoulder.

“We have things that need discussing and we don’t have much time” said the voice behind me. I turned around and saw Michico standing behind me her s fos folded over her chest.

The wind whipped the sand around me and yet I felt nothing. It was if I was numb to the world around me.

“What is it?” I asked as I sat down on a seat that appeared behind me.

“Bakura and Marik have already claimed Ryou; right now they are doing unspeakable things to his helpless body” she said as she pulled up the chair that had appeared behind her.

“I have to go help him then” I said as a frown spread across my face.

“No! You can’t! You need to focus on the bigger problem! Ryou will live, but if you don’t accomplish what I ask of you, then I can’t guarantee either of your safeties for long. Listen, take this rod, it will be your weapon against those fiends, it was the same rod used to control Bakura when he was first created. Bakura has grown stronger since then but this will still have some effect on him” Michico said as she handed me a gold rod with an eye carved in to the top. I unsheathed it and found a dagger inside.

“Is this all? Tell me, I need to know, what is Bakura and how can I stop him” I asked as I sheathed the dagger.

“It’s a long tale, but, I think we have enough time for it. You see tarttarted long ago. There once was a pharaoh who was lonely for a companion, so he created one out of many desert predators, finally combining them with one of the palaces many nameless male concubines. The man he used for the experiment was the prettiest in the land, and had no wish tosomesome experiment. The Pharaoh didn’t care what the guy thought and did it to him any way, thinking that a fiercer lover would be best, and that his new lover would learn to love it. This how ever that wasn’t the case. The male was turned into a demonic familiar for the pharaoh, the pharaoh thought it was a success, but the man longed to be human again. The pharaoh kept the familiar under control with the rod you hold now” Michico said.

I leaned forward in my chair, “what happened to the poor guy?”

Michico leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, “well, he grew tired of being used and ate the pharaoh. The gods of good were said to become angry with this, and cursed the poor familiar. From that day on the familiar would be lusted after by every man he came across, in one way or another, and every time he was touched by one of those men he would plead out of control to be n, en, even he didn’t want it. The familiar didn’t give up though, he prayed to the evil gods and they granted him the cure to the curse in exchange for what little humanity he had in him. Well, after that he traveled the world searching for a companion. That’s when he came across Marik”.

I nodded catching on… so, the familiar was Bakura, and he wanted to steal our bodies to become human again.

“Thank you, that’s all I need to know” I said as I stood up.

Michico nodded and disappeared.

*End dream*

I had woken up clutching the rod. Unfortunately I had to hide it under the bed until I could escape with it out of the house.

Now I sat on the park bench thinking… was I still going to kill Bakura and Marik, even after what they did?

(Bakura)

When Malik left we set our plan back in motion again, Marik snapped his fingers and Ryou fell in to a hypnotic state again. I sighed in relief as the crying came to a stop.

“So… what do we do now?” Marik asked as he walked over to me. I pulled him on to my lap and snuggled my nose in to his soft platinum hair.

“We continue with the plan” I saimplimply to my beautiful lover.

“But… I kind of feel sorry for Ryou, we sure did put the kid through hell” Marik brooded.

“Don’t feel sorry for him… he’s human-“

“Wasn’t I once human Bakura!? We have to at least be kinder to him-”

“For get it! I’m not being nice to any human, Marik! Listen, we are so close to getting bodies back, please don’t have second thoughts” I said as I pushed Marik off my lap.

“Yes I know Bakura, but what made you hate humans so much? You never tell me, and yell at me for not understanding! I don’t want to take that kind of crap form you any longer! Tell me, love, please!” Marik begged forcefully.

I grabbed him by the hair and threw him to the carpeted floor, “FINE! You want to know! I’ll tell you… I’ll tell you all about how I was bled to near death then transformed against my will for some sick basterds pleasure! I’ll tell you how I was raped so many times I lost count! I’ll tell you how I lost all my humanity as I traveled the world all by my lonely self! Then I’ll tell you how I met a beautiful boy who wouldn’t stop asking me stupid questions about painful memories that haunt every hour of my day weather I am asleep or awake!!!”

Marik looked shaken about my sudden rage. I didn’t care; the memories were flooding back again. I closed my eyes and grabbed my head. It felt like my scull was splitting open.

*back in Egypt*

I walked the halls timidly; the servants had said that the pharaoh wanted to see me, though this may have been a trap. I was the pharaoh’s favorite, and any one in the palace would have given the right arm too have seen me whipped and beaten.

I approached the pharaoh’s bed chamber, the guards knocking on the door and asking if they could send me in. There was a “yes” reply and I walked in hesitantly.

The pharaoh sat on his bed going over some parchments that contained writing I had not been allowed to learn. I bowed down before my pharaoh shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“Come here Bakura” the pharaoh said to me. I approached him with my head bowed.

“What is it you wish of me oh mighty pharaoh who is of the gods” I ask him as he watches me like a cat.

“I want you to strip for me” the pharaoh said bluntly. I did as he commanded, soon standing on in front of him with not a stitch of clothing on my self. Shame burned in my cheeks as I stood before him. This was the first time I had actually met the guy and I was scared shit less.

My hands gravitated over to hide my pride, the pharaoh just made a disapproving sound, “raise your hands above your head as if you reached for the skies them selves”

I did as he commanded feeling more helpless then I had before. The pharaoh got up and circled me running his hands over my body. I shivered under his touch whimpering a little at the thought of having to do any thing for him.

“You are perfect for what I have planed” the pharsaidsaid as his fingers traced my jaw line, the rings on his fingers glowing in the dull light of the candles as the night stretched out forever beyond his window.

“Guards! Take him to the temple!” the pharaoh shouted.

I started shaking, had I done some thing wrong? Why was he taking me to the temple?

I was dragged all the way to the temple naked, the few servants in the court yard snickered as I was paraded past them. I felt nothing more shameful in my life.

I was thrown in to a cage inside the temple, beside me there were cages filled with desert predators, from the mighty lion to the fierce jackal. The pharaoh came in and looked around with a smile. He didn’t see me in that cage; he saw another one of his pet animals.

He bent down to examine each animal in there cages, finally coming to mine. He stuck his fingers in and motioned for me to come closer. I crawled over to him fearfully, my naked flesh rubbing against the bottom of the small cage.

“There’s a good slave, how would you like to be the best slave in the whole palace. Be the best lover? Ah well, you have no choice, I’m going to mix you with all the beautiful creatures you see here. You will be the ultimate creation for pleasure; you will be my little pet slave” my pharaoh said, running his hands through his tri-colored hair.

He ordered the guards to take out one creature at a time, and one by one he slaughtered them, spilling all there blood in to a large tub, which was set on top wood. There was a cage door built over the tub that was currently open. It looked like a giant cooking pot.

At last he had me pulled out of my cage and thrown on top of the same table he had slaughtered the other animals on. I felt like a common farm animal going to the slaughter house to be eaten latter.

The pharaoh had his guards hold me down as he traced his knife gently over my body. I tried to squirm away but it was no use. I started to scream for help, but, no one came.

The pharaoh leaned down and kissed my lips, before he stood up and raised his knife over my head. It was a strange knife that had an eye carved in to the hilt. I could tell it was also used as a rod for decoration.

The pharaoh grinned and stabbed me threw my shoulder, moving to the next shoulder and stabbing that one too. I screamed louder. The pain ripping through my body as my blood was emptied out of me. He moved down to my legs and pierced each one.

When it was finished I thought the pain couldn’t get any worse. The pharaoh looked at me unemotionally as he gave the order for me to be put in to the tub of animal blood. A few other things were added and the cage door over the tub was locked.

I struggled to breathe as my blood mingled with that of the animals. My tears mixing in the pool of blood. A fire was started beneath the tub, the blood in the tub starting to boil. My flesh became heated, I cried out in pain as I felt my skin burn in the awful concoction. I could see priests put seals on the lid as the closed it over the large tub.

There cooking me! Gods there cooking me!

I couldn’t breathe…every thing was on fire… I could feel my flesh start to crisp, my hair start to come out of my skull.

I felt my soul leaving my body, rising and suddenly… suddenly my ascent stopped. The priests! They had sealed my soul in to the pot!

Then there was a bright flash of light and every thing around me seared, I was being pulled back in to my body, the pain returning to me. But this time, some thing was different. I opened my mouth to scream again and the blood rushed in to my mouth, but, instead of chocking on it I swallowed it.

The pain in my body lessoned…

I took another gulp and pain once again decreased. I started drinking it, I drank more and more, I couldn’t stop! I just wanted the pain to be gone! I drank and drank.

I suddenly felt the tub tip and I was spilt on to the floor along with some of the left over blood. I lay there gasping for breath. I looked down at my body…it was healed!

Not a scar on me to suggest I had ever been cooked alive. Every thing was how it was before I had met the pharaoh! Even the stab wounds were gone!

The pharaoh knelt down grinning wrapping a thick cloth around me so I could dry my self. I looked up at him shaking… wondering…

Wondering what he was going to do next to me.

“There... That can’t have been to bad… now listen carefully. I am your master; you will not leave my side or disobey me as long as I live” he said as he held the dagger in front of me,ightight seeped from the object and burned an eye symbol into my forehead.

I fell to the floor sobbing, a sudden jolt over coming my body, I writhed in agony as the feeling took control of my limbs. When the pain subsided I fell asleep.

The stress throwing me into a deep slumber which I heard had lasted for two weeks.

*back to the present*

When I came to my senses I was on the floor covered in my own tears and blood that had come from the wounds I had scratched in to my flesh. Marik knelt over me calling my name.

“H-hold me” I whimpered.

Marik held me close to him self, rocking me back and forth…

The memories weren’t finished… I had only begun to remember…

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I know… yes, I am a horrible shonnen torturing monster…try to stop me! Bakura’s awful past isn’t done yet… theres still a lot more pain to go… and if you didn’t like shonen tort. You probably wouldn’t have made it this far. Please review!