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Hikari Menagerie	By : anacsadder Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4605 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ryou hadn't left the pool. He'd folded his arms on the edge and hidden his face in them as soon as Melvin had finally left them alone, and he'd stayed that way for several minutes. Damp, white hair fanned out around him. An uncomfortable silence settled as the two caged hikaris watched him. Yugi didn't know what to do. If he'd been free, he would've hugged Ryou until he was ready to talk, but Ryou hadn't shown any inclination to move. It occurred to him that Ryou in particular might have been used to suffering in silence. “Ryou...?” Yugi started softly.
The white head lifted. Brown eyes stared dully.
“I'm sorry,” Yugi said.
Ryou pressed his lips together and shook his head as he shrugged. “There was nothing you could do.” He took a deep breath and released a shaky sigh.
“I know, but...” Yugi didn't how to finish that sentence.
“Sometimes there's nothing anyone can do.” Ryou swallowed hard. “It'll be okay... it has to be... If it's not okay, what else is there?”
“Ryou, you have to get us out of here,” Marik cut in.
Ryou shook his head. “I can't.”
“Look around. Maybe there's something you can use to open the cages, or a weapon, or a way out,” Marik insisted. “Check the door, at least! Is it even locked?”
Ryou blinked at him. “I can't.”
“Why? Because he told you not to?” Marik snorted. “Bakura would've at least tried!”
An alien anger darkened the soft, brown eyes. “The Ring spirit,” Ryou emphasized, “was a three thousand-year-old half demon with a Millenium Item. I'm a bloody high school student.”
“Woah, woah, hey!” Yugi waved his hands in front of him. “We can't start fighting with each other. We're all we have right now.”
Marik grabbed the bars of his cage and glared at Yugi. “He's going to do that to all of us! Worse, even! We have to do something!”
“Marik, please, calm down,” Yugi whispered.
“Bakura died trying to help me! I can't give up now! What would that mean for him?” Marik's voice cracked and he hid behind his bangs. “I want Bakura,” he whimpered.
“I miss Yami,” Yugi said softly. Yami would've been able to save Ryou. Yami would've had them all out of here by now. But the Puzzle spirit wasn't going to swoop in to play hero this time.
“What do you think is outside, Marik?” Ryou asked, his voice flat.
“How would I know?” Marik asked.
“You knew the plan. What would Melvin do?” Ryou asked.
“He wanted to punish everyone for everything. Plunge the world into darkness.” Marik huffed. “Like I know what any of that means. He's too batshit to come up with anything coherent.”
Darkness. “What if we're all in the Shadow Realm right now?” Ryou asked.
Marik and Yugi exchanged a startled glance. They hadn't thought of that. The last thing Yugi remembered was being consumed by shadows. “Even if we could get outside,” Yugi started.
“How long would we last?” Ryou finished.
The three of them stared at the door.
Marik clenched his fists. He couldn't be trapped again. He couldn't. But he also couldn't make Ryou try to fight that thing alone. Ryou was right. They were just a bunch of teenagers. It wouldn't be fair to expect Ryou to deal with his evil twin single-handedly. His eyes met Ryou's.
Ryou bit his lip and pushed his hair behind his ears. “I'll take a look around,” he said quietly. He pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the water streaming off of him. After retrieving the only bit of cover he'd been allowed, he took his time to really explore his new surroundings. He'd already been introduced to the soaps and oils kept by the bath, so he went to investigate the toilet instead. It was a cube of black marble with a hole in the top. Ryou hazarded a glance inside, but it was too dark and too deep to see anything.
A much smaller water basin stuck out of the wall, fed by a little fountain pouring endlessly down another hole. Ryou passed his hand under the water and tasted a few drops from his fingers. It was clean. Considering that even the Ring spirit had easily managed to grasp modern technology by watching Ryou's actions and listening to Ryou's thoughts, the boy was faintly surprised that Melvin thought so... anciently. Things weren't entirely accurate either, though. The magic fountains, mostly, but the pillows were also out of place somehow. It was a place constructed on the fantasy of what a harem of slaves would be like. Did that mean Ryou could assume they weren't in a real place? Melvin had called it his castle, but that could easily have been part of the fantasy.
He pictured the room as a box floating in the infinite void of the shadow realm and suddenly felt very tiny and very cold.
Giving the doors plenty of clearance, he moved to invesitage the next corner. It, too, was partitioned off by shear purple and black curtains. He could see a vague outline of the interior, but the things he saw didn't make much sense until he peaked inside. Chains hanging from holes in the ceiling. A slab in the floor with a ring. A gold cabinet similar to the one near the bath, but made more ominous by the surroundings. Ryou took in all of this in a startled second and then closed the curtains quickly. He stood for a while, staring blankly at his hands gripping the fabric.
“Ryou?” Yugi called with that concerned lilt in his voice.
The albino looked back at his friends, feeling sick and afraid in a way he never had before. “There's nothing helpful,” he said, his normally light voice thick and heavy. He managed to make it to the nearest couch before his shivering body forced him to sit down. Then he stretched out on his stomach because sitting, even in the surprisingly soft cushions, hurt. He wrapped his arms around his head and retreated inside himself. This had to be okay. He needed it to be okay. There wasn't any choice. It's okay. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay... He repeated this mantra to himself as he smothered the sound of his crying.
Hours passed. Intermittently Yugi and Marik took turns trying to get Ryou's attention, but whatever he'd seen had evidently caused him to check out completely.
“I'm sorry we lost the duel,” Yugi said.
“It's not the first time the pharaoh let me down. At least it will be the last,” Marik muttered.
Dark purple eyes widened, and then flicked down. The short hikari stopped trying to speak to either of them after that. The silence really hurt. All it did was remind him that Yami was gone and he was alone. Eventually in spite of the fear in his heart and the emptiness in his head and belly, he slipped into something resembling sleep.

“Rise and shine, little birds!”
The mad voice as much as the slamming door startled Yugi awake. He tried to sit up and his back protested being hunched against the bars all night. If he could still call it night. Maybe it was always night now.
“I hope my canaries are ready to sing for me,” Melvin grinned as he crossed the room. He paused at the couch and looked down at Ryou. The pale hikari hadn't moved except to maybe bury his face deeper into the pillow. The end of the Rod swept the white hair to the side so that Ryou's back was completely exposed. One of the wings traced the cut down Ryou's spine. The albino shivered. Grinning now, Melvin brought the handle of the Rod down across the backs of the pale thighs. Ryou yelped and curled inward. Melvin laughed. “Good little bird.”
Yugi frowned and wrinkled his forehead. It was the closest Yugi got to a glare.
Catching a glimpse of the expression, Melvin grinned. “You really don't like that, do you?” He hit Ryou again, but his eyes stayed on Yugi.
Yugi cringed as Ryou cried out. “Please leave him alone. I'll do anything,” Yugi begged.
Melvin smirked and closed his eyes. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he sat on Ryou's back and crossed one leg over the other. An arm stretched out along the back of the couch. The other hand played idly in Ryou's hair. He fixed Yugi with his steely gaze. “You say that like compliance is a choice.”
Yugi hugged himself, shaking, completely at a loss. Melvin was right. He had nothing to offer that the madman didn't prefer to take by force.
Fingers tangled in white locks and pulled Ryou's face off the pillow. The brown eyes were squeezed shut, but the pained hiss showed that Ryou was very much present and aware. Melvin eyed him dispassionately. “I wasn't here for him specifically, but it is funny that this bothers you so much.” Melvin released Ryou's head and returned his attention to Yugi. “Such an empathetic little thing.”
Yugi fidgetted uncertainly as the violet eyes burned into him. Then the cage opened.
“Crawl over here,” Melvin said.
The short hikari dropped from the cage and sank to his knees. He crawled until he reached Melvin's feet, then sat back on his heels.
“Tell me,” Melvin said as he unsheathed the hidden blade. “What would you do to stop me from hurting this little cream puff?”
“Anything,” Yugi insisted, feeling sick.
The blade lightly traced Ryou's calf from ankle to knee. Not cutting. Just barely scraping a thin white line through the first layer of cells. “Go on. Convince me.”
Heart pounding, Yugi glanced at Ryou. He had his arms wrapped over the back of his head. It sounded like he might have been frantically whispering something over and over, but it was hard to make out the words. Specifics. Something specific... “Hurt me instead,” Yugi pleaded.
“How?” Melvin tilted his head.
“C-cut me, hit me, a-anything, please!”
Melvin pursed his lips. “Hm... I don't think so. This one has much prettier skin.” This time he did cut Ryou's calf. Ryou cried out.
Desperation welled up in Yugi's throat and beaded in his eyes. “Please just tell me what you want. I don't understand what you want.”
A golden eyebrow raised. “No? That's too bad.” He drew a thin cut on the back of Ryou's other leg. “Well, feel free to sit there and think it over. I can entertain myself.”
Yugi closed his eyes just before Ryou moaned in pain again. There probably was no answer. The sick psycho was probably perfectly happy torturing Ryou while Yugi groveled on... Deep purple eyes opened and flicked up to Melvin's lap. His happiness was almost plain as day. He got off on torturing Ryou, and if Yugi wanted him to stop... “I...” the short boy started.
“My face is up here, panda bear.”
When Yugi looked up, Melvin looked positively delighted. “I'll...” Yugi took a breath, fumbling for an easy way to say it. “I'll g-go down on y-you...”
“Hm...” Melvin tilted his head side to side, making a big show of thinking it over. “No.” He snickered and raised the knife over Ryou's leg.
Tears rolled from the corners of Yugi's eyes. “Please! Please let me go down on you!”
The hand holding the Rod lowered slowly as Melvin chuckled. “If you insist.” He parted his knees and hooked a finger through the D-ring on Yugi's collar to pull him closer.
With shaking hands, Yugi pushed Melvin's garb up toward his waist. His mouth felt dry. A combination of nerves and lack of water. Melvin's erection rose from his lap like an adobe tower. An orb of precum glittered at the tip. Yugi made the mistake of locking gazes with the hollow, violet eyes. He shuddered, almost afraid that so much as daring to touch the madman would cause him pain somehow. Any moment he was focused on Yugi was a moment he wasn't focused on the others, however. Yugi turned that into his own mantra as he wet his lips and wrapped them around the head of Melvin's cock. The salty pearl broke across his tongue, making him thirstier.
Before he could do much else, hands gripped the spikes of hair on either side of his head and yanked him forward. His startled squeak turned into a gagging cough. He pushed against Melvin's pelvis with one hand, trying to get the cock out of his throat without success. The gagging only stopped when Melvin decided to pull him off.
Melvin forced Yugi's head back and the tips of two fingers hooked over his bottom teeth to pull his jaw open. Yugi watched through tear blurred eyes as the mad face sank closer. Then he felt a glob of saliva that wasn't his roll down his tongue. He wrinkled his nose and tried to turn his face way, but the hand at the back of his skull gripped his hair tighter. Then the cock filled his mouth again, effectively muffling any words of discontent that might have escaped.
Clutching Yugi's head with both hands, Melvin let his head loll back. The half-lidded, violet eyes found Marik, crouched in the corner of his cage like a cornered animal. The bronze hikari stared at his evil twin, sitting on the bleeding body of the boy that looked so much like Bakura, with the head of the boy that looked so much like the pharaoh moving in his lap. It was like looking at a cracked mirror. Most of the images were there, but they were in all the wrong places. Caged up, unable to act as his derranged doppelganger twisted his life into all the wrong shapes, Marik felt like a helpless child again.
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