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An Eye for an Eye	By : FrostDragon Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a fan parody for the purpose of entertaining and not profit. I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of its rights. This does contain adult themes and not for those of a certain age or those easily offended.

Chapter List
- 1-An Eye for an Eye
- 2-Ch.2 The House Always Wins
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- 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or its rights, this is just a fun parody, no profit gain at all. This story does however contain violents, sexual abuse, gay relationships and the physical and mental scarring of a sixteen year old boy as he's punished for a crime he didn't commit
Summary: After the events of the Memory World arc, everyone has said their goodbyes and are now getting on with their life's, especially Ryou. However, not all is OK in the wolrd, Pegasus thought to be killed by Bakura, is still alive! Barely escaping death, Pegasus now wants revenge on the spirit that nearly took his life. Unable to do so, Pegasus will happily settle taking his revenge on the Spirit's host.

An eye for an eye - By FrostDragon
Chapter one: Why must everything go back to normal?
The month was early March and Domino was celebrating the arrival of spring and the promises of warmer days and blooming flowers yet to come. The nights became less and the sun took over most of the sky, keeping the afternoons warm until everyone got back safely to their homes to prepare for summer. Ryou Bakura was one of those people. The bell had gone and just like any other student on a last day of the school week, everyone was racing to grab their jackets and book bags and rushed out to stay out late with friends and the promise of a good lie in the next morning. Ryou Bakura took his time as usual and left his classroom behind the others, nodding to his sensei, who was cleaning off the chalkboard.
Ryou’s week hadn’t been remotely fascinating and today was no exception; he waved goodbye to his classmates and made his way to the front to collect his shoes from his locker. As usual, Yugi was there with Anzu, waiting for Jou and Honda before they would set off, probably to Yugi’s gameshop of the arcade. And just like every other day, Ryou fell into routine of bidding goodbye to his friends before leaving.
“Yugi, Anzu.” Ryou smiled, the two instantly greeting him back.
“Hello, Bakura.” Anzu smiled back, having yet to see him today.
“Are you going straight home, Bakura?” Yugi asked intently, probably wanting to invite Ryou along to another weekly, group event.
“Afraid so, I have to pick up some groceries before I go home and start my report for lab.” Ryou laughed, quiet apologizing for the inconvenience.
Yugi pouted like a small child.
“That’s not fair, Anzu has to go to work and you have to leave.”
“Sorry, Yugi.” Anzu smiled mischievously
“You got another job, Anzu?” Ryou asked in surprise, you could always count on Anzu to find another job when needed.
“You bet, but remember to keep it to yourself, no one is supposed to know.” She put her index finger to her lips and gave Ryou a familiar glare that translated to, tell and you die.
“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on telling.” Ryou waved his hands nervously, Jou and Honda maybe the muscle of the group, but neither stood a chance against one look from Anzu.
“We’re just gonna wait up for Jou and Honda before walking Anzu to work. It’s in the same direction as the arcade. They got a new shooter game out and Jou wants to try and set a new score.” Yugi grinned with excitement, already imagining the fun to be had.
“And lucky for me, I don’t have to worry about these three walking in on me at work, not unless they enjoy shopping for girl’s clothes.” Anzu grinned, happily.
“Well, you two have fun and give my regards to Jou and Honda when you see them.” Ryou waved goodbye, taking his leave.
Ryou walked out the doors and heard the goodbyes of his two friends before the door shut behind him.
The school grounds were still littered with students either leaving through the gate or waiting by the fence to be picked up. Ryou saw siblings leaving together, groups of girls making their way into town and gangs of boys heading off to cause trouble. Again, it was a typical day for typical Domino High.
Domino was just like any other city in Japan, true it wasn’t nearly as aspiring and crowded as Tokyo, but it wasn’t nearly as spacious as the small villages along the beautiful countryside. The city of Domino kept to itself and three years ago, wasn’t known for much other than the businesses that kept the city going. In fact, three years ago they use to have a bad reputation as one of the dangerous places to live, with school gangs running the streets, the lack of policemen and untrustworthy people ready to take advantage of any smaller than them. Then for no reason the city changed for the better, the city suddenly became brighter and more resourceful. It all happened the same time the ward of deceased businessman, Gozuburo Kaiba, took over his adopted father’s company and turned the once menacing warfare company into a game industry. The young CEO introduced new advancements in the world of technology and the city flourished for it. However if one did the math correctly, they would have easily figured out the city changed its ways before Seto Kaiba stepped in, the real hero of Domino was a small teenager by the name of Yugi Mutou.
Ryou remembered the story before he transferred, whenever someone mistreated Yugi or his friend, the other Yugi would surface and play a shadow game with the culprit. The other Yugi always put his life on the line with each game but somehow managed to win every time, punishing the loser with a fitting sentence. Naturally, the sudden catacombs of students and bullies did not go unnoticed by the police, but thankfully it was never traced back to Yugi. Over time the spirit of the puzzle changed and turned into the righteous and loyal friend Ryou remembered him back into the Monster World board game. Ryou never saw the spirit of the puzzle when he was still demonic and he never wished to. It just shows how one’s mind becomes twisted and scarred over the years, but manages to heal with the help of a true friend.
Ryou crossed the street the moment he saw no cars coming and took a shortcut through the park on his way home. The park was normally a quiet place when students weren’t around and it had a beautiful view of the trees and fountain form the nearby benches. Ryou kept reminding himself to go for a picnic there one day, but he always got side-tracked.
Strolling through the pathway without a care, Ryou became oblivious to the world around him and the danger following behind him.
Ryou then got lost in his own world again and compared the spirit of the ring to that of the puzzle and wondered if they were more alike than Ryou gave them credit. The spirit of the ring was another soul sealed into an item and left in isolation for five millennia. It was only natural someone’s mind would deteriorate overtime and even more understandable that the shadow magic would warp their very souls. If Rou tried harder to talk to the spirit of ring, would there have been a chance that he could have stopped the needless attacks on his friends? No. The spirit of the ring may protect Ryou, but he was no guardian angel. The spirit of the puzzle came to Yugi’s aid when he was in distress, but the Spirit of the ring helped Ryou for its own benefit, making his acts of kindness seem like his way of helping Rou when really it was just the spirit twisting Ryou’s wishes for his own amusement.
Ryou shook his head and let the subject drop. There was no point reminiscing in painful memories, the ring was gone, his friends were alive and well and he had his life back. What else was there to think about?
Ryou was too deep in thought he only now just realised he exited the park and was now only a block away from his apartment building.
“Oh no, I walked right past the shop.” Ryou mentally scolded himself for getting side-tracked and turned around.
“I’ll just jog there and back.” He thought aloud, grabbing his bookcase tightly as he set off.
Ryou’s long legs effortlessly ran through the crowded streets, easily bypassing adults and school children as he ran. He apologized to the random person as he ran by and smiled when a group of children dramatically jumped out of the way, as if Ryou were a speeding car. He easily made his way to the quiet part of town where the grocery market was and without thinking, walked by them all to his favourite shop that sold his favourite vegetables. They were always fresh and at a reasonable price for a family living off a Museum curator’s wages. Speaking of which the sole reason Ryou was going through this much trouble was because of his father had received a new specimen for the museum’s new wing. Having a weak spot for history himself, Ryou had asked many times what the new attraction was but his father refused to say a word until it finally arrived. Today being the day, Ryou decided to celebrate his father’s success with Sashimi. Ryou was never good at slicing thin strips of fish but today was as good as any to finally perfect it. He already has the seafood and sauces; he just needed to pick up the vegetables, Daikon and Shiso to complete the meal.
“I wish I was of age to buy some sake, but hopefully father will have some at home.” Ryou mumbled under his breath, debating what would go best with his dish. “I should also pick up some miso soup to go with the rice, just in case we ran out.”
Ryou walked up to his favourite stall and took his time in choosing the perfect white radish to grate his fish with, before moving along to collect the next item on his imaginary list. Luckily, Ryou spent less time then he thought he needed and held a white plastic bag in his opposite hand filled with the ingredient needed. Ryou bowed to the cashier in gratitude and quickly took his leave.
Ryou was too excited to get home that he failed to notice the change in weather until the first rain drop landed on his nose. The teenager flinched and stared up to the grey sky, positive it was bright out only moments ago. Ryou didn’t have time to ponder long though as the rain poured down and in mere seconds he was soaked with very rain. Running for cover, Ryou found himself under a corner shop as the rain battered down, bouncing off the sidewalk.
“Perfect, I’ll get soaked if I try to walk back.” Ryou sighed and leaned against the post, hoping the store owner didn’t mind he borrowed his shelter for a few minutes.
Ryou’s first thought of action was to stay under the roofing and wait for the rain to pass, but it seemed too heavy to pass away so quickly. Besides, Ryou needed time to surprise his dad with the meal before he came home and by the looks of things the man may just get back before Ryou did. Glancing down at the forgotten workbag from earlier, Ryou’s final thought of action was to the hold the leather case over his head and run all the way home, preying his notes didn’t get soaked in the process.
“I suppose it’s more productive than standing here all by myself, praying for a miracle.” Ryou sighed, realising he was now the only one outside, the rest of the population smart enough to bring an umbrella or catch a lift home.
“Sometimes I wish Dad had a car.” Ryou sighed once more, mentally preparing himself before he jumped out of his dry shelter and into the harsh rain.
In one mere step, Ryou walked through the curtain and was greeted by the sheer force of the rain crashing down on his body. Mentally cursing himself for getting side-tracked to begin with, Ryou held his bag over his damp head and ran for his life.
The water stung his eyes and the puddles soaked his shoes, up to the ankles. Still, Ryou pressed on, imaging his father’s expression to coming home to a soaked cat preparing fish. The thought nearly made Ryou laugh, if it weren’t for a speeding driving right past him. The vehicle drove through a deep puddle of water and Ryou had no time to react as a fountain of cold soaked half his body. The boy mentally gasped at the cold sensation and felt his entire frame clammed up, worse his plastic bag was now full of muddy water.
“Oh no, I hope the shiso isn’t ruined.” Ryou shivered, standing in the middle of the street, trying to drain the liquid.
He then heard another set of tyres and gasped loudly, jumping back into the nearest wall, away from the road. The car was black and the windows tinted, instead of speeding onwards, the car indicated and parked alongside the street a good few feet away from Ryou. If the vehicle was not being splattered with rain, Ryou expected it to be shining proudly in the warm sun. The car was certainly expensive, but Ryou knew nothing about the make or model, so he quickly stopped admiring it.
The boy mentally sighed in relief and smiled at the black vehicle before regaining his senses and started running again. He ran to the edge of the street and turned at the first corner, one step closer to getting home and taking a nice hot bath. Yet, just as he started to feel some satisfaction he heard the familiar sound of tyres and expected the worst. Ryou glanced over his shoulder waiting for the next car to appear, but was shocked when he saw a familiar licence plate and recognised it as the same car that parked next to him only seconds ago. Ryou felt a familiar chill run down his spine, reminding him of whenever he felt the presence of the millennium ring at work. Shaking his head of such thoughts, Ryou’s long, wet locks slapped his around the cheeks in response. Reminding himself he lived a normal life without adventure or excitement, Ryou ignored his old sense of déjà vu and kept going.
Strangely, the car did not pass him by, in fact the vehicle was barely moving, staying at a slow pace behind the teenager, too slow to be considered idle driving. Ryou gulped but reminded himself he was no longer special and no one had anything to gain by stalking him, to test his theory Ryou edged down to a slight jog and moved at a slower pace.
The car jerked and slowed down as well, parking alongside the road once more and just like last time no one exited the vehicle. Against his better judgment, Ryou came to a full stop and stared at the black vehicle, waiting for it to start up again and pass him by, hell he’d even accept getting soaked by a puddle again if it meant easing himself of this feeling.
Nothing happened.
The car continued to hum idly and Ryou shook in his wet clothes from both the cold and sudden realisation that something was terribly wrong. He gulped nervously and found himself unable to take his next breath. He choked and staggered back. The driver however predicted Ryou’s actions before the boy thought of them and slammed down on the pedal.
Ryou screamed and ran, dropping both his bags in the process. The teenager panicked and kept his gaze forward, mentally reminding himself how close he was to his block. All he had to do was get home, open the door to the building and close it as quickly as he could behind him. He wouldn’t stop until he got to his flat on the sixth floor, fumbling with his keys to get the door open and locking it again behind him. He’d shut all the curtains and curl up in his room, praying for his dad to get home safely. When finally did get home safely, Ryou would run up into him and cry his eyes out. His father was a wise man and would comfort him, remaining Ryou is was only his imagination and nothing more. Ryou would take a shower, the two of them would make dinner together and they’d talk about the museum and school. Ryou would do his homework, maybe write another adventure in his game, based on the events today and have a good laugh about it. Then he’d go to bed early and forget his troubles, remanding himself he was save inside his home, with his dad who only a room away if he needed him.
“I need you now more than ever.” Ryou mentally screamed, his tears merging with the rain on his face.
Ryou continued running, spotting an alleyway only a few feet ahead of him. If he just dived for it before the car ran him over, he’d be save. The car wouldn’t be able follow and Ryou could use the back way system to navigate his way home before they had a chance to chase after him on foot.
He never got the chance.
The car seemed to leap onto the sidewalk and Ryou screamed in shock, tripping over his own feet. He dived for the branching street and tumbled inside just as the car skidded next to the opening, blocking it off. The door burst open and Ryou scrambled to his feet and ran again. Only the end of the dark alleyway was a brick wall. Ryou staggered back and felt the tears sting with hate. The back streets had to be here, it couldn’t have been the next one over. It couldn’t’ have!
And yet it was, Ryou was trapped.
He scanned the area and looked for a door that would lead into a restaurant or shop, preying it wasn’t locked from the outside. There was a white door in sight and Ryou ran for it, not second guessing himself. He twisted the handle and his heart fell into the pit of his stomach when he found it wouldn’t budge.
Turning his back to the door, Ryou faced his stalkers and was surprised by what he saw, two men dressed from head to toe in black, right down to their sparkling shoes that were now dulled under the assault of the rain. They had ties and shirt shirts, with tinted sunglasses. Yet, what caught Ryou’s attention above all else was not their clothing attire, but their faces and tall forms.
Americans.
Ryou couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing, he had seen foreigners visiting during the time of the festivals, but he couldn’t think of any reason why they would be following him and now cornering him. But that wasn’t all. He couldn’t’ put his finger on it, but the specific way they were dressed and looked reminded Ryou of something, something important from his past.
He didn’t have any more time to think about it, the thugs saw their captive was cornered and chuckled tauntingly, sauntered towards him. There was no agitation in their movements or room for doubt, it was the same feeling one had when cornering vermin and not second guessing about exterminating them. One of the thugs was even cracking his knuckles as he stared Ryou up and down.
Ryou was out of options, he couldn’t escape, he was at a dead end, the only other exit was blocked and his two stalkers were blocking the exit. Even if he was manoeuvrable and lucky enough to dodge them and get past, the car behind them was still blocking his route out.
“I’ll just have to risk diving into the open door and out the other side.” Ryou thought to himself, it wasn’t the most well thought out plan but he certainly wasn’t going to try and get the car working only to get grabbed at the last second as he fumbled with the keys.
Ryou gulped and mentally prepared himself, not moving from his submissive stance against the door just yet. As long as his captors believed he was helpless, they won’t be expecting him to make a sudden move. Secretly tensing, Ryou prepared himself as the thugs drew closer and felt his entire frame shiver in fear.
“Come along quietly now.” The man’s Japanese was horrid.
Ryou dove for it as soon as the man stretched out his arm, leaving himself expose. HE dived under the arm and ran past the taller male before he had a chance to comprehend the sudden display of courage. The second thug saw it coming and ran up to Ryou to intercept him, and Ryou dodged again on instinct alone, telling himself he’ll listen to Jou and take up gym if he survived this. The men hollered in rage as the small rabbit escape their clutches but Ryou didn’t stick around to gloat. He ran for the car and smiled at the open back door, ready to dive in and jump out the other side.
The vehicle then chose that exact moment to shift in weight and Ryou felt his heart freeze as the front door opened. A third man, dressed from head to toe in lack like the others, stepped out of the car and ran into Ryou’s path, locking his only chance of escape. He pulled back and fist and before Ryou could stop his feet, the fist hit straight into into his stomach and the rid rush of air that left his lungs.
Collapsing under his own feet, Ryou fell and tumbled backwards onto the concrete floor. Ryou curled onto his side and clutched his aching stomach, desperately trying to remember how to breathe as his muscles tensed under the pain. He heard the wet floor steps of the two men catching up and both glared down at Ryou through their thick sunglasses.
“He said no injuries!” One barked to the attacker.
“The boy was going to get away if I didn’t.” The other shrugged
Ryou was currently taking English speaking classes but he was nowhere near fluent enough to understand a conversation without translating it over in his head, especially when he was whimpering on the floor in pain. He just stayed where he was, whimpering every few seconds as the thugs conversed, preying they would just rough him up a little and leave him in the rain.
“Quickly, before anyone notices!” The leader of the group ordered.
Ryou was suddenly tugged up by the roots of his hair and struggled, screaming at the top of his lungs for help. His screams were muffled by a gag fitted over his mouth and Ryou coughed and fought back as he was lifted up and flung into the car. The driver went back to his seat and the second took the passenger seat.
The one restraining Ryou however, dragged the poor boy into the back seat and it wasn’t until his head hit the leather seat did Ryou notice the awful smell from the gag and struggled harder. The thug effortlessly held Ryou in place, who was growing weaker with each second. The teen finally collapsed against the chair and felt his eyes shut. His last memory before he was knocked out was someone grabbing rope from under the seat and forcing his arms behind his back.
Ryou slept for a long time after that, he remembered having strange dreams like being lock up in a box, tied and gagged. Strange vibrations surrounded him and the occasional movement as if the box was rocking in place. He walso remembered strange voices that he couldn’t comprehend. He dreamt of going to the arcade with Yugi and his friends, wasting money on simple pleasures like videogames and junk food. He thought back to his assignment and wondered if his group will be upset he didn’t do his part of the work. Most of all he just thought about his life and how it all lead up to the worst case scenario. He didn’t like this strange feeling and even wished he still had the millennium ring, at least then it was a familiar feeling of dread and despair, the feeling that no matter how bad things were the spirit of the ring would protect him, because it was ultimately protecting itself. He felt restless after that, but was eventually comforted by the next dream of his father. The man welcomed Ryou home and scolded him for being late, they sat down for dinner and even saved a plate to for Amane and mother’s shrine. Ryou would have to remember to write to her when he woke up; she wouldn’t believe the dreams he’d been having today.
After that there wasn’t much else, only darkness, only this time it was a kind of comforting form of darkness. He felt save, warm and much better then he felt in years. He even felt his hair being petted by soft, careful hands, comforting. At one point Ryou was sure he uttered his father’s name before drifting off once more into blissful.
The next thing Ryou remembered was waking up in a warm bed in his pajamas, his dry hair resting on the soft pillow beneath him. He curled under the covers and moaned at the softness. He didn’t remember his mattress being this soft before. Just then Ryou felt movement in his room and wondered if it was his dad telling him to wake up so they could go to the museum.
He groaned at the thought of getting up and brought his arms up to rub his eyes wake. Only there was this strange sound of metal clanking together. Suddenly confused, Ryou moved his arms again and the jingling of metal continued, he even felt a slight pressure around his wrist. Finally opening his eyes, Ryou crawled out of the covers and knelt on the mattress and gazed down at his arms, connecting by two metallic cuffs, with small chain links leading back up to the bed frame where they wrapped around the beautiful silver bed framed, complete with detailed curves of poles resembling vines and leaves with flowers.
This defiantly wasn’t Ryou’s bed!
The boy shrieked in shock and tugged on the chains, but despite their size the material did no yield under his struggles. Ryou suddenly froze when he heard a familiar giggle behind him. It took him a while to remember that laugh but it soon came tumbling back like a blow to the chest. Slowly turning around, Ryou forgot about the red quilt and matching silk pajamas, his missing memory over the last few hours, even the chains. The room was far bigger than Ryou could have imagined, decorated from head to toe in lavishing art and designs. Even the small section on the bed Ryou lied on didn’t even add up to the full length of the bed’s king-size bed.
Finally facing the man that orchestrated this whole affair, Ryou released the breath he had unconsciously been holding, when he saw that familiar red suit, long straight silver hair and menacing hazel eye. His eye revealed what that childish smile tried to hide, anger, hate, loathing,
But most of…
…vengeance…

End of chapter one!!!
Pegasus now has Ryou in his cluthes and the real fun will begin!
I must qustion whether there is a plot here other than Ryou getting kidnapped and raped?......I'll think of something.
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