Nightmare

Nightmare

hato chiisai

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yugioh.

YAOI WARNING

Rape, and character death...... Ummm... Kind of...... ^_^()

I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t fucking believe it. How could this be happening?! How could Bakura be making love to RYOU?! His fucking PATHETIC hikari?! Bakura is MY lover! MINE!!! I felt like murdering someone.... Yugi.... His fuckin’ yami.... My own little bitch of a hikari, Malik.... Bakura.... But most of all, Ryou....

I had come to Bakura’s house. I was drunk off my ass and I knew it. But Bakura was always ready for a good fuck. And I find him in Ryou’s room, making love to his light. Actually MAKING LOVE!!! This was NO casual fuck! He was being gentle... Holding the little shit.... Cuddling him... Talking to him....... And I couldn’t take it......

NORMAL POV

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Marik screamed, bursting into the room. Bakura and Ryou jumped, Ryou yelping, startled.

“Ishtar?!” Bakura gasped. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM?!?!” Marik screamed, pointing at Ryou, who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“What does it look like you drunk moron?!” Bakura snapped back. “Get out!”

“FUCK NO, BAKURA!!! YOU’RE MY BOYFRIEND!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT LITTLE SLUT?!”

“Ryou is NOT a slut, Marik! YOU are!! And I am NOT your boyfriend, I never was! I was your fuck buddy! But not anymore! It’s over. Get out! I lo–“

”If your even TRY to say that you love that little shit, someone will be dying tonight....” Marik growled, and Bakura glared.

“I love Ryou.” He hissed, and Marik’s eyes blazed in fury.

“MOTHERFUCKER!!” He screamed, launching himself at the bed. Bakura roared and met the attack. The pair fought like rabid wolves but Marik had always been bigger and stronger, and he slammed Bakura’s head into the wall, stunning him. The crazed yami then slowly turned and looked at Ryou, who was shaking like a rabbit.

“Well well.... Hikari no Bakura.”

“M-Marik-sama.....” Ryou whimpered, shaking in terror. “P-Please..... Don’t.....”

“Shut up, bitch!” Marik snapped, grabbing Ryou by the hair and jerking him off of the bed, shoving jeans and a t-shirt into his face. “Get dressed.” Ryou sobbed and obeyed. Once he was dressed, Marik dragged him out of the room, down the stairs and out the door.

“Little shit....” He snarled, and Ryou whimpered, shivering in the snow fall. Marik dragged Ryou over to his motorcycle and climbed on, putting Ryou on in front of him. Bakura burst out the front door and stumbled towards them, wiping blood from his nose.

“M-MARIK!!”

“Say goodbye, ‘Kura.....” Marik hissed, and gunned the engine, speeding down the street. Ryou screamed in fear and pressed back into Marik’s chest, eyes closed. Marik snarled down at the frightened boy, lusting for blood.

“Enjoy the ride, whore... The next stop is the final stop for you.....” He growled, and Ryou sobbed, desperately.

“M-Marik, please! No!!! Let me go!!!”

“Let you go? Okay....” He said, and grinned, pulling onto the highway. He moved his arms away from Ryou, who screamed as he began to slip from the bike. He grabbed Marik’s leather jacket and clung to him.

“NO!! PLEASE, NO!!!”

“But you said to let you go.”

“MARIK, PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!! DON’T DO THIS!! TAKE ME HOME!!” Ryou sobbed. Marik snorted and revved the motor, flying down the highway at just under 100 mph. Ryou wailed in fright and hid his face in Marik’s chest. For half an hour they rode at this pace, and then Marik pulled over on the side of the deserted interstate. He looked around at the silent woods and snow blanketing it. Ryou sniffled and hiccupped. Marik looked down at the boy and sneered.

“Last stop...” He grinned, and Ryou sobbed, struggling and pleading as Marik dragged him from the motorcycle. He threw the hikari to the ground and pulled the blade from the Millennium Rod. Ryou sobbed hysterically, pleading for his life. But Marik did not hear the pleas. He sliced through Ryou’s shirt and jeans, savoring his screams and the sight of the blood. He slashed and slashed until Ryou was a naked mass of bloody flesh. The boy lay curled up in the snow, sobbing and shaking, freezing and bleeding to death. Marik growled.

“What’s so special about you?” He hissed. Ryou did not answer. “Maybe I should find out for myself.....” Ryou’s eyes snapped open and flashed up to Marik, who was stalking closer. Ryou’s heart stopped when the yami dropped the blade and unbuttoned his leather pants. He unzipped them, and when he pulled out his erection, Ryou screamed. He tried to escape, but the poor boy couldn’t even stand. Marik flung him face down into the snow and plunged into him, shuddering in pleasure at the agonized scream that ripped through the night. He plundered the boy’s body, ruthless and violent, and finished quickly. The broken child sobbed at his feet.

Marik looked around. What to do with the boy.... Ah.... He grinned and seized a handful of hair. He glanced back down the road, seeing a single light coming closer, and a tingle up his spine made him smirk; Bakura. Marik chuckled. He was too late. He walked a few yards, dragging the pitiful boy behind him until he stood in the middle of the bridge. He looked down into the river, filled with ice. He grinned and lifted Ryou up.

“There’s your precious yami...” He hissed, facing the boy towards the light and the sound of the approaching bike. “Too little, too late....” And then he turned and bent Ryou over the concrete barrier on the edge of the bridge. “There is your grave.....” Marik hissed. Ryou jerked in a feeble attempt to get away, but all in vain. The boy gave a scream as Marik shoved, sending him over the edge. Marik watched the hikari fall into the icy waters with a splash. He grinned and turned, walking back towards his bike. Just as he got there, Bakura brought his own bike to a screeching halt, and it was only then that Marik noticed the second figure on the bike.... Bakura and Yami dismounted, both looking furious and worried.

“WHERE IS HE?!” Bakura screamed, leaping at Marik and seizing his collar. Marik gave Bakura a small smile.

“...... Swimming.” He said. “He needed to cool down after experiencing sex with a REAL man.....” Bakura’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open in horror. Marik watched Bakura’s face lighten several shades. Bakura released Marik and whirled, staring at the blood streaked snow and tattered clothes. Then, his eyes followed Marik’s footprints and the drag marks towards the bridge.

“No..... NO!! RYOU!!! PLEASE NO!!!” He screamed, running towards the bridge. Yami glared at Marik, who grinned sadistically.

“You are a monster....” The Pharaoh hissed, then whirled and ran after Bakura. Bakura ran to the middle of the bridge and stopped where the tracks stopped, leaning over the edge of the bridge and searching the dark waters, desperately.

“RYOU!!!” He screamed, and after only a moment’s hesitation, he leapt the barrier and fell forty feet, plunging into the frigid water. He immediately began swimming downstream, ignoring the body and mind numbing cold. He screamed for Ryou through the darkness. His heart pounded in his chest... If Ryou had not yet died, he would not live much longer in these waters. Yami watched Bakura from the bridge, screaming to the 911 dispatcher over the phone. Marik stood nearby, watching in a sick amusement as his friend searched for the dying hikari...

Bakura sobbed in desperation, calling to the Millennium Ring for help. The Ring began to glow and pulled Bakura. He swam as fast as he could but he was quickly losing all his strength. Just when he thought he couldn’t swim another stroke, he saw him... Ryou was caught up in a tree root at the edge of the river. Bakura sobbed, half in relief and half in horror. He didn’t even notice the sirens and flashing lights and sound of a helicopter prop. A searchlight moved over the water, catching Bakura in its sights. Someone from the chopper shouted at Bakura through a megaphone, but the yami did not hear. He swam to the shore, and the searchlight followed until Ryou was caught in its glare. Bakura got to Ryou and grasped his naked body, blue with the cold. Bakura sobbed, eyes wide.

He gasped as he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to stare at the rescue man, dangling from the helicopter. The man was pulling a red plastic stretcher behind him. The man shouted something, and though Bakura couldn’t hear him, he didn’t need to. He helped the rescue man get Ryou onto the stretcher, and as the man fixed a harness around Bakura, the yami watched his hikari being lifted up to the chopper. He gasped when suddenly he and the rescue worker followed. When they got into the chopper, Bakura found men stripping him of his clothes and throwing a blanket around him. He glanced out the side of the chopper. Yami was with police and paramedics, watching the emergency chopped leave; Marik was gone.

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Marik groaned and opened his eyes, wincing at the harsh sunlight. He blinked and sat up, hearing talking in the hall.

“No, I don’t care.....” He heard Malik say. “Do it.” Marik blinked as his bedroom door opened. In strode Malik, Bakura, and Yami. They all looked exceptionally grim.

“What do you want. I have a headache, leave me alone.” Marik groaned, and flopped back onto the bed.

“Marik Ishtar...” Malik said, in a shaky voice. “If you knew what was about to happen you wouldn’t be talking like that.”

“Oh? So what’s about to happen?”

“Marik?” Bakura said, and Marik blinked, looking at him, confused at the dead tone in the yami’s voice.

“What?”

“Do you remember last night?” He asked, and Marik blinked. He frowned and winced at his headache.

“I got piss ass drunk. That’s it.” He said, then blinked, looking at the three. He suddenly had a VERY bad feeling, and it wasn’t the hangover. Tears brimmed Bakura’s eyes and fell, and a moment later, Malik did the same thing. He moved to Bakura, and the yami and hikari clung to each other.

“What did I do....?” Marik whispered. Yami’s eyes narrowed.

“You committed a crime that can not go unpunished, Marik Ishtar. Last night you went to Bakura’s house, for sex, apparently. You found Ryou and Bakura, together. Making love.”

“Bakura? With RYOU!?” Marik said. “Are you serious?” Yami glared, and Bakura sobbed.

“You attacked them. You took Ryou from the house and left. Bakura came to get me, and we followed. When we caught up with you, you were standing by your bike on the side of the road. The snow was covered in blood.”

“What..... Did I do?” Marik gasped, pale. Yami’s eyes narrowed.

“Ryou.... is dead.” He snarled, and Marik’s eyes widened.

“W-What?!”

“You son of a bitch!!” Bakura sobbed, and Malik glared.

“Marik..... How .... You.... you... You raped and murdered Ryou, Marik!!! You killed him.... YOU KILLED HIM!!!” Malik screamed. Marik stared at them in complete shock.

“No.... Gods no.... please tell me this isn’t true, Yami....” Marik gasped. But Yami shook his head, and the tears finally fell down his face.

“You killed Ryou.” He said softly. “And now you must suffer the punishment.” Yami raised his hand. “Return to the Shadows from whence you came, Yami no Marik. And never..... EVER.... return.....” Marik stared at Yami, and felt the tears fall down his own face. He had killed Ryou...

“I..... I’m sorry......” And then, his world was shadows......

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“I’M SORRY!!!” Marik screamed, sitting straight up in bed. He sat there in the darkness, covered in sweat and gasping for breath. Bakura grumbled and sat up.

“What the fuck, Marik.....” He moaned.

“I..... I had a nightmare......” Marik gasped. Bakura blinked and reached out, touching his face.

“Fuck! You’re all cold and wet! That must have been some nightmare!”

“Do.... do you remember the night I walked in on you and Ryou?”

“That first night? Yeah....”

“Well... It was different. I didn’t..... Join you two in bed.... We didn’t become lovers, you, he, Malik and I.....”

“What happened?”

“I.... I kidnapped him right from your arms.... I..... Hated him......” Marik said in a tear choked voice. “I beat him.... I raped him.....” He could feel Bakura tense up. “And I threw him into the icy river..... And I killed him.......” Marik finished.

“Marik.... How could you dream such a thing?!” Bakura gasped, mortified.

“I.... I don’t know.” Marik said, then felt Bakura’s hand on his face.

“Well.... It’s only a dream, my love.... Relax.” Bakura said, and Marik nodded, looking down at the two bodies between himself and Bakura; Malik.... And Ryou. Marik smiled and brushed Ryou’s bangs from his face.

“That night was the most wonderful night of my life...” He said, softly, and lay down. Ryou gave a small coo in his sleep and cuddled closer to Marik, resting on his chest and sleeping on, peacefully. Bakura smiled and leaned over Malik, kissing Marik gently.

“Put it out of your head, love. Ryou is here with us, safe and sound. And we all love you. Do not think on a nightmare.” Bakura said. Marik smiled and nodded, holding Ryou close. He closed his eyes and smiled lightly, thanking that gods that it had only been a nightmare............

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sorry, but I couldn’t just kill Ryou, I know I’m a wimp, but I have to have happy endings. ^_^()