Mind Fuck: A Repost

Session 7

I made quick work of cleaning my room, I didn't want him to see the damage that was done to my usually clean space. With that out of the way I pulled the pills from my pocket prepared to take that trip to the only place that I felt safe right now. Mokuba's lack of respect for my personal space was what made me feel this way. But why did he do it? I pushed that thought out of my head and inhaled the now familiar scent of burning flesh.

My eyes popped open quicker then usual. I was lying in the street again like the first time I had come here. This time there were no cars, the street, the pavement and everything around me were empty as if life here never was. Instinctively I went for the alley way that had lead me to the club. I found the door easily and knocked twice. Green eyes greeted me just like before.

"It's you. Whadda you want?" He demanded.

I forced my mouth to work.

"Bakura. I'm here for Bakura." I said as firmly as I could manage.

The eyes disappeared and the door slide open. The club like the streets were empty except for a few lounge girls that were hanging at the bar counting tips.

"Hey Seto," Greeted the green haired girl that I met on my first trip here. "Kura's upstairs in his room."

I said my thanks and willed my mind to take me there. Upstairs looked like a small apartment complete with dressing room and a daybed for their star if he should get tried. He wasn't in the room.

"Bakura?" I called out to the emptiness around. A heavy sense of dread was descending over me. What if he was gone?

"BAKURA!" I shouted over and over until my throat was raw. Hot tears burned beneath my eye lids as I squeezed them shut trying to block out what was happening.

"Are those tears for me?" A harsh yet comforting voice asked.

I opened my eyes to see Bakura standing in the doorway wrapped from the chest down in a towel. His hair was wet and wavy clinging to the newly bathed skin. He couldn't be more beautiful to me then at this moment.

"I thought..."

He shook his head causing droplets of water to fall from his head. I moved for him wanting to hold him so badly on my arms. He raised his hand to stop me, palm up. My eyes caught and locked on the long deep gash across his wrists.

"Is that how you..." I couldn't bring myself to say the word.

I leaned forward to press my lips against the ugly wound. When I moved my lips from it, a wet almost sticky substance had covered my lips. Blood. Bakura let the towel drop and pool around his feet before closing the distance between us, he then brought his lips down on mine, his tongue lapping up the coppery flavored lipstick from my lips. I wrapped my arms around his body taking in the coldness of the flesh which begin to grow warm to touch against the exposed parts of my skin. Too warm, hot almost like...fire!

I jumped back as Bakura's body erupted into flames, his skin sagged and slid off the bone like wax until there was nothing left but ashes. I stared down at the pile of ash realizing for that the smell was similar to the one that the pills gave off when they burned.

So that's how you died. You committed suicide then you were cremated.

"Tell me how Gozobaro died." Bakura's voice asked from behind me making me jump.

I whirled to face him. He was dressed in my shirt from earlier but his hair was still wet as if he had just got out of the shower. I didn't speak. I still wasn't ready to relive that.

"Seto, do you love me?" He added suddenly in earnest.

It was the one question I knew I weren't ready to answer.

"Well do you?" He pressed on, those golden eyes of his burning with intensity.

"Yes. I love you." I finally was able to say.

Bakura didn't look satisfied with my answer. He slowly started to circle my body as the room took on the same unnatural coldness that it had when I first regressed.


"Please, don't do this to me." I pleaded to him. He wasn't listening. I soon felt myself shrinking down to size until I was the same height that I was when I in my teens.

I was standing outside of Mokuba's bedroom, Gozobaro was in there with Mokuba treating him with the kindness that I was denied. Yes, he did play less extreme games with Mokuba when they would have sex. Every little panting moan from my brother's mouth wrenched at my heart as I slowly came to realize that he liked it. He liked having sex with Gozobaro! He's so young. He doesn't truly understand. Does he? I wondered as I picked up on Gozobaro’s final grunt of satisfaction.

"That's a good boy, Mokie. Only if you're brother could learn to behave."

That was it. I was going to do it, I was gonna kill the bastard. Quickly I moved from the door making for his study. It didn't take me long to spot my weapon of choice. There, lying on the desk was Gozobaro’s letter opener. I snatched up the sharp object quickly placing it in the sleeve of my pajama shirt.

The next day I rode my bike after school to Kaiba Crops. intent on seeing my step father. He was in a meeting that lasted until late evening, Perfect. Most of the buildings inhabitants had gone home and I knew that Gozobaro liked to stay later. I moved briskly for his office door, first making sure that letter opener was secured in the sleeve of my shirt. He was used to me wearing long shirts since it helped cover the bruises and scars that he placed on my arms.

I pushed open the door causing him to jerk his head up from his work. I just smiled sweetly at him this caused him to frown.

"What the fuck do you want?" He barked.

My body flinched at his outburst but I kept moving toward the desk.

"I just thought that you could do with some company that's all." I managed.

His frown flipped into a leering grin.

"Well, that's different." He pushed away his work pushing out his chair patting his lap as he did.

I took my place on it preparing my body for his touch. His fleshy lips came down on mine. I forced myself to breathe from my nose, he was cutting off my air supply. I quickly went for the fast forming bulge in his pants rubbing my palm against it. I could feel the heat of his desire through the pants making me feel uneasy. I had no intension of letting him have me. Beefy hands went for the buttons on my shirt. It was now are never, Seto shook my arm causing the letter opener to slid down the sleeve until I could feel the point pressing against my middle finger. I pushed that finger down allowing the cold metal to slip between my fingers until I could get a gasp on it with my hand.

"What the fuck!" Gozobaro managed to get out as the tip of my knife pierced through the tacky suit to nip the flesh. I was too close to fully stab into him. In other words I was screwed.

Gozobaro looked down at the dark stain seeping through the material.

"You're gonna pay for that." He growled.

Before he could do anything, I leaned back against the desk with everything I had pushing Gozobaro in the chair forward in the process.

The sound of broken glass pushed through my memory. My eyes snapped open and I saw that I was sitting down with Bakura on my lap. At my feet was a broken fish bowl, the bright orange goldfish flopping around on it's last few seconds of life.

My voice cracked and a sob escaped my throat as these words were uttered,” I don't think Mokuba ever forgave me for killing his lover."

Bakura tenderly stroked the side of my face.

"Have you ever asked him about it?" He asked softly.

"No."

"I think you should." He turned his body to face me. Only after you make your peace with him could you truly be with me."

"What??" I was confused now.

"Stay here with me, Seto. I know that we'll be happy here together."

Before I could ask him what he meant I was once again alone in my room.