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Internal Scars	By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: I randomly feel like writing something today�
Bakura: Noooooooooooooo!!!!!
Author: Quiet you! Thanks to all those who are still
reading! I love you all so much! And in answer to some a question, Bakura can�t
contact Ryou cause he doesn�t have his ring and Yami and Seto probably did
something to the area they�re around to block those things�just use your
imagination. And I just realized that mm.org is playing with the way I format
my stuff so if it looked a little strange�so sorry ><;;; the italics
stuff is supposed to be all italics and not just a bit�><;;;
Bakura: *pokes cooked meat apprehensively* To eat or not to
eat�that is the question�
Author: ><;;; riiiiiiiight��

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The doorbell rang.
�Malik!� Ryou practically dove into the Egyptian�s arms as
he smiled at the doorstep, �come in!�
�Hello baby boy,� Marik chipped in from behind Malik as the
two Egyptians made their way inside the small cozy home. The only difference
was is that a now melancholy air seemed to linger within the place, almost as
if Ryou�s past tears over his lover has misted up the place and made it hang
like fog.
�I hope you had dinner already,� Ryou looked at the kitchen
sheepishly, where a few plates lay empty in the sink, �I forgot to ask before I
ate mine.�
�We�re alright,� Malik had unraveled the pale boy from his
torso and was leading him towards the sitting room, onto a couch, �Marik
wouldn�t leave until I fed him so we definitely ate already.�
Marik dropped into the couch next to the two boys as they
sat down, �You have Malik here quite worried.�
�I�m sorry�I didn�t mean��
�Ahhh don�t sweat it baby,� Marik ruffled Ryou�s hair
affectionately, like an owner would to its cat, �just tell us what happened.
Maybe we can help you in some way.�
Ryou�s fair head drooped, even his hair hung limp as he
began, �Bakura�that night�I just began to question him�� and he slowly
recounted his story to his companions.
Malik was numb silent by the time Ryou had finished; he knew
it was only he who understood Bakura�s erratic behaviour that night, only he
knows. But Bakura�s now gone�and he�s been gone for days, which is not like the
thief, who always came back to his little lover; something kept nagging in his
mind that the white haired yami was in trouble, but he has no proof to that,
and if Bakura WASN�T in trouble and he spilled his secret�what will he ever
think of him? He can only imagine Bakura�s hatred towards him if he ever even
thought about revealing his secrets�
�Malik?�
Malik was shaken from his stupor by his yami.
�You lost us completely there, what�s up?�
�N-nothing!� he said, a little to quickly and with a hint of
a stammer. Marik gave him a look that let him know that he was to be questioned
later, then turned back to Ryou, �so who else knows?�
�Yugi does. He came to check up on me. No one else though�I
don�t want the world knowing. I�ve caused so much trouble and I know most of my
friends still don�t like them THAT much as to search for him.�
�You know,� the wild haired yami said, �you, Bakura Ryou,
has the be the softest thing I�ve ever met in the world. The others would
definitely look for him if you asked; if not for Bakura but for you so that
you�ll stop worrying.�
�The group IS worried about you Ryou. I hear it in school
all the time.�
�I-I- well�� Ryou didn�t know how to respond. He dealt with
girls just as badly as he did with compliments.
�Ahhh Ryou,� Marik ruffled the boy�s tousled hair yet again
before sticking his nose in it randomly, �you seriously have to lighten up. You
get twitchy so easily!�
Malik too moved closer to Ryou, leaning on the smaller
frame, �Calm down Ryou. It makes us sad when you�re sad.�
Ryou sniffled gently and let out a hiccup before settling
back on the couch, letting the Egyptians pamper him in attempts to soothe his
troubled soul.

Yugi stared at the vacant Millennium Puzzle sitting on his
desk, where he had left it since his Yami left on his trip with Seto.
�Strange,� he pondered, �how often does Yami and Seto have good relationships
anyways? And since when did it last three weeks? Seto would be at Yami�s neck
by now. Bah�� he snorted as he began to shed his clothes for pajamas for the
night. The sun was barely beginning to set but he wasn�t about to go anywhere,
so why not get comfortable? �It seems like the whole world is taken a turn for
the strange. Yami hangs out with Seto and Bakura leaves�wait�� like one of the
games he plays so often two components seemed to click into place with a
satisfying �kkk�. �Wait if�Bakura�s with them�maybe he got to mad he decided to
vent it on Yami and Seto, considering he hates them both so much�but�oh no��
the small boy threw himself upon his bed, feeling the need to get comfortable
before pondering some more, �Yami could have on a surge of anger sealed Bakura
away, that could explain Ryou�s broken connection with him. But no, Yami
wouldn�t hurt Ryou like that, no matter how pissed off he was�oh this is SO
confusing!� What euphoria he had about having an idea of what may be happening
was diminished when he mentally smashed into the wall with this new obstacle.
�Maybe I�m on completely the wrong track. Yami would have contacted us if he
even encountered Bakura, so chances are they never even met. Dangit!�
All of a sudden, he really didn�t want to think anymore.

Bakura choked on the shit called food that was dropped in
his cage earlier. He didn�t have much choice though, if he didn�t eat and drink
everything he was given to the last drop and crumb, he would surely starve to
death. Seto managed to calculate perfectly the amount of food needed to sustain
him. It didn�t stop him from being wasted however, since he probably uses up
all the energy given from the food simply from screaming and writhing in his
sex sessions.
�Damn it Malik, tell them already!� Did it even work? Or did
he dream the whole fiasco up?
It took all his willpower not to shiver when he heard the
adjacent door swing open.
�Ahh, I�m glad you appreciate our generous portions of food
my little thief whore. Eat up now,� Yami drawled upon his entrance.
�Fuck you,� Bakura spat, before going back at his attempts
to swallow his meal and not hurl it back up.
�Such temper,� the Pharaoh tsked without much emotion as he
set down a box that he was holding. The young man was dressed in modern clothes
again, so it much mean he went to town. �I really considered rewarding you
today too.�
�Wha-fuck!� the white haired yami�s head struck the top of
his cage when his neck snapped upwards in surprise. Really, he shouldn�t be
that surprised. It was part of the Master and Slave treatment back in Egypt. It
usually was used to trick him; once he got to eat at the royal table and
thoroughly stuff himself, to discover later that for every bowl sized portion
he had to give someone a blowjob. His throat had burned for days after. His
neck relaxed bitterly at the memory, �it won�t work on me again you bastard.�
�This time is different from those moments back in Ancient
Egypt,� Yami said smoothly as he removed his jacket.
�Liar,� Bakura spat.
�Fine,� the tri-coloured haired king shrugged, �you should
be one to know how easy I get bored with things. Trying to make you repay us
for all our favours does get boring after awhile.�
�Feh!� Bakura gagged on his final bit of food before
swallowing, �oh yes you get bored quickly. I mean, after a couple hundred
times�so quickly.� His voice dripped with sarcasm but barely had enough
vindication in it due to his exhaustion.
�Suit yourself, this cake going to waste�� Yami said with a
sad tone before opening the box, revealing plain, non-iced, still hot and
releasing wisps of smoke, banana cake.
The thief�s stomach lurched in immediate hunger for the
fresh dessert, growling and cramping painfully with want. He swallowed the
salty taste that was gathering in his throat, trying to regain control of
himself.
�Remember though whore-boy,� the young Pharaoh reminded,
�the only reason why you went through it over a hundred times is because you
chose to. Like I said, I was already bored.�
Bakura hissed, but it was the truth. Most of time, just like
this, he couldn�t control his urges to satisfy his hunger and often brought his
doom upon himself when he accepted his Masters� �rewards�. �F-fuck�you�� he
choked out, biting on his hand to resist from fighting the cage bars, which
were blocking him from his food.
�There is no catch to it this time,� Yami placed the open
box on the floor and slid it up to the cage, �you�re welcome to help yourself.�
Blood trickled down Bakura�s hand, the skin punctured from
where he bit so hard, �liar�liar!�
�Ch�� Yami sat on a chair and leaned back upon it, watching
the struggling thief with much amusement.
The door creaked open again, and Bakura caught sight of the
dark red carpeting on the other side before Seto entered. So, he
contemplated, only my room is ancient and shit looking�this must be one of
Seto�s mansions somewhere.
�Why so amused, my Pharaoh?� Instead of the traditional
kneeling, Seto kissed the other male; Bakura decided that they must have
adopted a new way of greeting, much to his disgust.
Yami pointed at him, but he stopped looking at the pair a
while ago and was again staring at the banana cake only a few precious feet
away�
�Reward and repay my Pharaoh?� the CEO turned High Priest
inquired.
�No. I told him this time I just felt like rewarding him;
playing with his mind is more like it�making him think that he has to repay
me.�
Bakura�s ear twitched a bit at that bit of news. So it
WASN�T rigged after all; the bastard was just fooling with him. He leapt at the
cake, snatching it from the box and dragging it into the cage, where he
devoured it viciously, completely missing the knowing smirks that the Pharaoh
and High Priest had on their faces.
Minutes later Bakura, panting slightly, sneered at his
Masters, �Thought you were so smart didn�t you? I�m a thief, eavesdropping is
my specialty.�
�I know that,� Yami said simply.
�What?� Bakura�s momentary look of confusion twisted into
pain as he clutched his stomach, feeling it churn unpleasantly. �What the�what
the fuck did you do to the cake?�
The shorter man shrugged, �I told you I got bored of reward
and repay�so I decided to try something new this time.�
�The Pharaoh had me place something�interesting in it
earlier so he can see a show.�
�Damn you! What the fuck it it?� the white haired male�s
stomach lurched again, but it didn�t feel like he was going to throw up. No, it
felt like something else�
�Laxatives,� the High Priest�s grin never looked so
sinister. Bakura�s eyes widened in horrified shock.
Yami crossed his arms and relaxed in his chair, �Yes�this is
going to be some show��

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Author:��WOW! Where in hell did that idea come from?
Bakura: *eye twitch* From the twisted depths of your
perverse imagination�
Author: C�mon, I had to torture you somehow!
Bakura: But that�s disgusting!
Author: Well Yami does have a sick mind.
Bakura: Yea sure sure�humiliate me�
Author: Anyhow, thank you for reading everyone!
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