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Title: The Blood of Anubis

Title: The Blood of Anubis

by: spiderweb

Rated: R (for bleeding and this is a dark fic)

pairings: Malik/Ryou,
Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Ryou, Yami/Ryou, Seto/Ryou, Shadi/Ryou

summary: AU. Ryou
is the most sought after courtesan(whore) and singer in
the Blue Eyes bar. Malik is a wanted serial
killer...seducing people to their deaths. When two sick and demented worlds
meet, what could possibly happen? MR,YBR,YMR,YYR,SetoR,ShadiR.

THANKS TO ALL
REVIEWERS!!!

a/n: Reminder. Everything from this
point for unl unless otherwise specified is in Yami Bakky�s POV. Bakky�s older than Ryou for 2 years in this fic. Ryou�s 16, so he�s 18. Slight Bakura/Ryou lemon. Very demented Ryou in this chappie. VERY DEMENTED. Don�t let Bakky
fool you in the first parts�he isn�t as �nice� as he seems to be.

Hey, guys, if this fic gets deleted(I feel it might) for being too dark, then you can go
read it iult ult fanfiction.net, ok? It�s perverted too� well, it IS Bakura we�rekingking about.

*****

Chapter 4: Rain of Tears

�Dropping�silently dripping�the sound of death��

*****

Ryou was our mother�s favorite.
She loved him because of the innocence that he held�he was like a star shining
in the dark sky�the only hope in this world of chaos. And because of that, I was
envious of him. I hated the way he was�his pure mind, his spotless body. I
wanted to taint him and hurm. Mm. Make him cry out and send him to hell. I
wanted to fucking kill him. But I
also loved him�and he wasn�t as na�ve as I thought�

We grew up together in a broken family. We had the same
mother but different fathers. Ryou used to always cry
about that because the other kids teased him about it. He gets bullied around
and comes home nearly everyday with a bruisee ore or a
cut cheek. But even then, he would be smiling. He was the sort of person who
never ran away from his problems�but he doesn�t fight them either. He gets
punched and kicked�and he sits down to take it. He was a weak idiot and I hated
to see him like that. I desired to make him stronger.

One night, after getting beaten up again, he was resting
on his bed. He was sleeping when I entered the room and looked at his face. He
was so beautiful�so innocent�very different from me. I sat down at the foot of
his bed and continued staring.

I couldn�t help it. The sight of his disarrayed hair on
the pillow, his pale arms resting by his sides was too tempting. I wanted to be
the first person to fuck him and take away all his purity�he was mine.

I let my hand travel across his face, slowly stroking his
cheek. He leaned in my touch�and a small smile grazed his lips.

I smirked, leaning over and whispering in his ear. �Do
you love your brother, Ryou?�

He nodded lightly, and I felt his hands hold mine tightly.

�Good.� I laughed softly. �Do you want to do something special with your brother?�

He nodded again, more eagerly.

�Open your eyes, Ryou�� I told
him, my hands pulling down his pants. ��and scream��

Ryou�s eyes snapped open and he looked at me in
horror. �Big brother?�

I came on top of him, my legs on either sides of his body, triumphant. �We�re
going to have sex, Ryou. Do you know what sex is?�

He never did answer me, but he must have understood what
sex was because he began struggling and pushing me away. �Don�t do this�it�s
wrong�please get off me!�

�Scream for me to stop, Ryou,�
I smirked, discarding his pants and boxers on the floor. He looked even more
beautiful naked. �I like the sound of your pleading voice.�

�Brother�� he protested as I crushed my lips against his and drowned him.
�Stop��

I tore of his shirt and proceeded to ravage him. I heard his cries but I didn�t
stop, I couldn�t stop. I loved him so much it was disgng. ng.

By the time I was finished with him, he was nothing more
but a limp rag. I made sure he bled so I fucked him even when he couldn�t take
it anymore. I didn�t use any lubricant either, to make it more painful. He
screamed until he had no more voice to speak�then he simply closed his eyes and
tried to fall asleep. He was running away again. I didn�t want that. I made
sure he was awake to experience every single pain and every bit of pleasure. I
forced my cock into his mouth every time he dared to close his eyes...spilling
on him and making him choke. I was teaching him a lesson�and I was claiming
him. At that time, Ryou was only 12 years old.

Our mother was out on a date that night, and when she
returned, I had cleaned Ryou up and put his clothes
back on. For a moment, I had thought he would tell her everything. But he kept
silent. He kept his bleeding dick and ass beneath the blanket. Then he smiled. Damn him.

Ryou couldn�t go to school the
next day. He told our mother it was because of his bruises. He never did tell
her that the bruises were on his lower extremities.

Our mother worked the whole day as an Interior
Decorator�and she made me stay home from school to take care of Ryou. I was delighted. I had so many plans for my perfect
little brother. I had been up all night thinking of what to do to him�teach him
how to fuck.

But some things just don�t go my way.

I never expected Ryou to crawl
into my room while I was sleeping, take of all his clothes, and professionally
suck on my crotch.

I woke up at the feeling of someone nuzzling my balls,
and then I saw him, his eyes and mouth intent on sucking properly.

�What are you doing?� I asked with a raised eyebrow. He
stopped and shyly looked at me. �Ryou, I asked you a
question.�

He crawled up to me, letting his thigh meet mine, rubbing harshly back and
forth. I couldn�t help but moan in pleasure�and as I felt an arousal coming, I
stuck my tongue into his mouth and let it linger there. I felt his hands travel
beneath my shirt and rub on my nipples. I moaned and grabbed him tighter,
wrapping my legs around his waist and keeping the contact as close as possible.

Then I pushed him away and glared at him. �What are you
trying to do?�

He smiled, pressing between my legs and pulling them as far apart as possible.
He nuzzled his nose against my cock and began licking it like a lollipop. �I
love you, brother. I love everything you do to me.�

That was all I needed. From that time on, Ryou and I became lovers. I fucked him every single chance
I had�using whips, chains, sex toys and even teaching him to masturbate. He
loved it�and every time I looked into his eyes� I realized the monster I�d
created. He was a fuckin� whore�and it wasn�t just
me. He had sex with anybody who wanted it.

Even our mother.

I caught him coming out of our mother�s room one morning,
naked. I grabbed him by the wrist and despite his protests, dragged him into
our room and locked the door.

�Brother�� He began, but I locked my lips with him and
made him shut up. When we finally breathed for air, I slapped him hard on the
face.

Ryou whimpered, holding his
hand up to his cheek and looking fearfully at me. �Bakura��

�Get on the bed.� I commanded him impassively. He slowly made his way to the
bed and sat down, his eyes following my movements. I was angry. Angry with the
way he was acting. He deserved punishment.

I handcuffed his hands and feet onto the bed posts. It
was always uncomfortable because the bed was huge and the posts were far from Ryou�s tiny body. He always got stretched.

I sat beside him and looked into his eyes. Then, I grabbed
his cock and crushed it gently. His eyes widened and he screamed in pain.

�Is it painful, Ryou?� I asked
him, doing it again.

�Yes, Bakura.�
He cried, panting. �Please stop.�

�But you wanted this, you little bitch.� I snapped. �I trained you to become my whore�mine only. And what do you do? You fuck every single person that
comes your way. Even our mother.�

�I�m sorry, Bakura.� He wept, tears sliding
down his cheeks. �She wanted it. She said she was lonely and she�she raped me.
I swear I didn�t want it!�

I narrowed my eyes, but let his crotch go. Then I grabbed the candle by the
bedside and slowly dripped it onto him. He screamed again as the melted wax
landed on his face�down his chests, stomach, and between his legs. �You�re not
a very good liar, Ryou. Not this time. You may have
been a good actor before�but you�re not fooling me again.�

His eyes widened and I took the thick end of the candle and, turning him
around, shoved it up his ass, deeper until only a tiny part of it can be seen.
The fire slightly burned him inside and the excruciating pain of something
being shoved deep into his ass made him struggle violently, thrash about and
scream like hell, blood slowly dripping out of his body. �STOP IT!!! IT
HURTS!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!�

I simply sat there, laughing at his suffering. �You damn
whore. I should have known you were no longer a virgin even before I first fucked you. Those
so-called bullies who beat you up�they were your sex buddies, weren�t they? LIAR.�

�I didn�t want it, Bakura!� he
screamed, his face streaked with tears, the bed stained with his blood. �They raped me everyday! I co�t d�t do anything to stop it! Why don�t you
believe me?�

I pulled the candle from his ass, and I felt him tremble
against my hand as more blood poured forth. �Why should I believe you?
Everything you�ve ever told me was a lie.�

He collapsed weakly against the pillows, his eyes a blank stare. �I never told you anything. You created
your own truths about me�you made me into something that I was not. You lied to yourself.�

�You�re not supposed to talk back to me, Ryou.� I smirked. I was angry and I wasn�t thinking
properly. I searched for something thicker, harder, and longer than a candle
around the room. My eyes landed on the tong mother uses on the fireplace. It
was red hot and flaming. �You�re my slave.
And I have every right to destroy you.�

Wearing a thick glove, I grabbed the tong and leaned in
between Ryou�s legs�searching for his anal entrance.
Perfect. He had such a cute ass. I thrust it in and watched as the tong
embedded on his skin. I listened for his scream�there wasn�t one.

�Ryou?�
I pulled the tong and threw it aside. I stood up and looked over my brother�s
face. He was extremely pale, his eyes half open but diluted, his lips white as
snow. I slapped his face hard. �Ryou!�

He remained motionless�cold and still as death.

�Love�wake up.� I said, feeling
my throat tighten. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him, receiving no
response. �Ryou�damn it! Open your eyes!�

I stopped shaking him and pressed my ear against his chest, listening for a
heart beat. I sighed with relief at the faint beat I heard. But it was
light�and incredibly weak.

I undid the handcuffs on his hands and feet and turned him
around, slightly massaging his anus to make it stop bleeding. When it finally
did, I lay down beside him and waited for him to wake up.

He was never the same again.

Ryou didn�t face me when he
spoke. �Do you love me, brother?�

�That�s why I hurt you.� I replied, taking his hand and
pressing it against my lips.

�Do you believe I don�t like being a whore?�

I let out a low laugh. �No. Because you�re an impostor�the real Ryou was my Ryou.�

He shivered lightly, taking his hand from me. �We
make our own truth�that�s the worst hypocrisy of all. But I�ll prove it
to you, brother. I�ll prove to you that I love only you.�

He sat up and I watched his back anxiously. Then he stood
and left the room. I could see the burn marks of the tong against the cheeks of
his ass. Somehow�I knew they were scars that would never disappear. And I made
them. I was the scar that would never disappear for as long as he lives.

He cleansed my
blood and untainted my past�even the scars are gone because of his touch!

The sound of a loud female scream brought me back to my
senses�and I ran to our mother�s bedroom. I felt a sudden mixture of joy and
sadness as I realized what Ryou had done. For me.

He knelt there, beside our mother�s dead body, weeping
like a child. There was a bloody knife on the floor, with his fingerprints all
over it.

�Ryou�� I whispered, taking him
into my arms and looking at his blood red hands.

�Brother�help me�� he cried, tears all over his
fear-filled innocent face. �My hands�they�re so red�I�m scared�Why are my hands
tainted with blood?�

Don�t be scared anymore, Ryou� You won�t ever be alone again. See my hands? They�re
as red and tainted as yours.
�Am I the only one for you, Ryou?�

�The only one�the only one��

The police came because a neighbor had heard mother�s
scream and alarmed them. I don�t know what came over me�but at that time, I
didn�t want Ryou to pay for his crimes. I wiped his
fingerprints from the knife and replaced them with mine. Then, I told him to
run. I gave him Seto Kaiba�s
address since I was a whore-trader for the Blue Eyes Bar. I toim tim to apply
for a job�and when he earns enough money, come and bail me out.

I pushed my own brother into becoming a whore to free me. I never expected him
to forget. I received not a single letter from him over the 4 years I was kept
in prison�he never even came to visit me. It came to the point he seemed to
have disappeared from my world. Slowly�he was trying to erase his past. He was
once again begging to create his own truth� but he never could escape reality�

Until he met �Osiris�.
Then he forgot I existed�and I was determined to have my revenge. He�d betrayed
me enough�he should pay�and this time, I will break him until he�s dead�

***** (NORMAL POV)

Bakura breathed, feeling relief
run through his veins at revealing his story to Isis.
�Your brother, Malik, changed everything.�

Isis nodded. �For Ryou, he did. But for my brother, it was Ryou who made all the difference.�

Cold rain began to fall down the cemetery�but neither of them made any move to
take cover. They sat, pondering over the things of the past, hidden so well.
Now it was seeping out, and the truth was being revealed.

�You said you were in prison�and Ryou
decided not to bail you out.� Isis began. �But I met you
a few weeks after Ryou and Malik�s
first tryst��

Bakura laughed mildly. �I escaped. My hate and
disgust for my brother was so strong I had to. And then I met Osiris.�

***** (YAMI BAKKY POV)

It took me four years to be able to escape from prison. But
the Blue Eyes Bar was the first place I headed for. I knew Ryou
was there�and I was going to punish him for forgetting me.

I entered the bar with my accomplice, a man I had met in
jail. Marik always had an insane light in his eyes�but
his cruelty and sadistic nature never failed to amuse me.

We lingered at the entrance for a moment, my eyes
flashing back and forth, searching for any signs of my little brother. Ryou was on the stage singing. He�d changed so much�he was
now more beautiful and more enticing than ever.

I nudged Marik and pointed to
the stage. �See that? We�re fucking that kid tonight.�

I heard him laugh softly, his body tensing up. �He might die tonight.�

I didn�t reply to that. No matter how much I hated Ryou�I loved as was well. I wanted to hurt him�not kill him.

Feeling a bit restless, I exited the bar and decided to
take a walk down the streets. The moon was eerily blue in the sky�and
everything seemed out of the ordinary.

It was then that as I walked toward a dark alley, that I
saw somebody hidden in a cloak stab a screaming woman to death. The killer didn�t
seem to see me�or at least that was what I thought.

He turned around and faced me, bloody knife in hand, eyes
wide with insanity. �Sinners cannot condemn sinners.�

�So you say.� I replied, seeing there was no way out of
this. The body of the woman fell limply on the floor, her blood spilt. �Who are
you?�

The murderer covered a part of his face with his hand. Then breathing deeply,
he discarded the knife he held. �They call me Osiris.�

I laughed. �Osiris�what do you want from me,
murderer? For so long nobody�s known anything about you�and yet now, you prove
to be but a child.�

He looked up, his face bloody and serious. �I don�t want anything from you. It
is you who needs my help.�

With that, he walked away. I stared at his retreating
back in confusion. Nothing he said made sense. But perhaps�

Shaking my head, I turned back to the bar.

Ryou had finally stopped
singing. A man came to the stage beside him and started the bid. My brother
simply stood there, eyes on the floor. I looked at him, trying to get him to
see me, but his head remained on the floor. All over the bar, customers were
bidding for his body�until Osiris stood up from where
he sat, grabbed Ryou off the stage, and carried him
away. A ruckus began and everybody was screaming for him to put Ryou down.

A woman with dark skin ran forward to try and stop Osiris. �Malik,
not again! Please put him down!�

I smirked inside. So Osiris� real name was Malik. If only anybody else knew�but no one has seen Osiris before and no one could tell they were the same
person. I stared at Ryou�s face. His hands were
wrapped tight ar the the murderer�s neck, his head buried on his chest.

Osiris paid the woman no heed.
He threw her off with a slap. His purple orbs were the only things that could
be seen beneath his hood. It seemed as though the murderer held a strange and
dangerous aura around him�so much so that no one dared to near him. They were
screaming for him to put Ryou down�but that was all�everybody
was too afraid.

&nbs
Os
Osiris passed by me, and I saw Ryou look up. I glared at him, but he simply tilted his
head to the side in confusion. The little whore had forgotten me. Tonight, I was going to make him remember.

As soon as the dhad had closed behind Osiris,
the bar went silent for awhile. Then they began screaming again.

�Alert Kaiba!�
The dark-skinned woman Osiris had thrown off
exclaimed frantically. She was trying to ruin everything.

I ran forward and grabbed her arm. �Don�t you dare.�

Her eyes glared at me. �You have no idea how dangerous
that man is.�

�I think I may have.� I smirked. I let her go but noticed her stares at me. �What?�

�You look so much like Ryou.�

I snorted. �Whatever. Let me warn you, alert Kaiba and this whole bar will explode into flames. I�ve
placed bombs all over the place and it can explode any moment.�

Her eyes narrowed. �Who are you? Why are you helping my brother?�

�Your brother?� I looked around.
�Osiris?�

�Yes.�

I laughed. �Oh, I�m not helping him. He�s helping me.�

I turned from her and walked out the bar, Marik
following closely behind me.

*****

The cool rain died down, and both Isis and Bakura were wet with rain.

�You lied about the bombs.� Isis
said flatly.

Bakura nodded. �Well, you
called Kaiba anyway, didn�t you?�

Isis let her back rest against Ryou�s
gravestone, her heart beating fast. �What happened that night?�

�That night�� Bakura bowed his head in shame. �I
showed my brother hell.�

*****

a/n: There you are! Until next
time! Err�if this does get deleted, then please just check it out in adult
fanfiction.net, ok? Next chapter will have a BakuraRyouMarik
lemon... and lots of Ryou torture. Poor RYOU!!! I
just tortured him this chappie�he�ll get more the
next. Yeah, and there�ll be MalikRyou angst(and a really tiny bit of lemon�I�m saving the best for
last), KaibaRyou fluff�and MAYBE a JoeyRyou thing. I SAID MAYBE. I�m still not sure if I like
that pairing much.

SO
VOTE. TELL ME IF YOU�D RATHER
HAVE A JOEYRYOU OR A RYOUMOKUBA PAIRING. If you have other Ryou(charac)
pairing you want, tell me. He isn�t a whore in this fic
for nothing. ^-^

Yami is coming still later in
the story and Shadi�s coming with Yami.
You know, like Marik came with Bakura.
I will explicitly concentrate on Marik�s sadistic and
evil nature next chap.

REVIEW. Hyacinthus-chan,
do you still want the fic I owe you for guessing
correctly that Malik is Osiris?
Err�if you do�please tell me the details. ^_^
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