Never For Good

I bang my hand against the bathroom wall.

It leaves a smear of blood behind.

Not all of it’s mine

I had been cornered again

I never was a good fighter

At least this time I had given as good as I got

But in the end I had to find an opening and escape

The blood makes a memory tickle the back of my mind

I used to have a protector

I didn’t used to get beat up like this

There used to be someone the bullies were afraid of.

I hit the wall again.

Why can’t I remember!

Something about a ring . . .

Something about Yuugi and his grandfather . . .

They were the reason he was gone and I couldn’t remember, I am sure of it.

Something else tickles the back of my mind at that point.

A familiar presence.

//Yadounoushi . . .//

I turn to the door as it flies open.

I’m sure I had locked it.

And there he stands.

Tall and menacing and covered in blood.

And none of it his, I’m sure.

The memories begin trickling back as he walks up to me.

Expressions of fright and joy war on my face.

I think they’ve ended up settling on a grin that looks half mad.

He grabs my hand and licks some of the blood off my palm.

“Some of it’s theirs.”

I nod.

He looks pleased.

He backs me against the wall and pins me there.

Lifts my chin and licks a path along my jaw, finally ending at my mouth where his tongue forces its way past my lips and he kisses me roughly.

Vicious, brutal, psychotic, homicidal sex fiend.

God I missed him.