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Some Kind of Monster	By : KimyouTeki Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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KimyouTeki: Hi, everyone! Crimson2006, Seto appears later, but I'm not sure just how involved he'll be.

Crimson2006: "And Bakura, he sure loves pain, what a masochist."

Bakura: It's okay because it's Ryou!

Crimson2006: "I think this review is getting to be awfully long, so I better wrap things up."

KT: Don't fret, I love long reviews! It gives me a great feel for what you thought of it!

KT: Hey, dragonlady222, glad you found the repost! Yeah, I'm reposting the first seven chapters I had on ff.net, but after I'm caught up, the two versions will differ. This one will be the uncut version!

KT: Jenivi, glad you like this version of Ryou. He doesn't get nearly enough screen time in the anime, neh? As for Jouno and Seto...

Seto: Look for fireworks.

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My face is long forgot, my face not my own...

I'll strip your pride I'll spread your blood around, I'll see you ride...

... Am I evil? Yes, I am

Am I evil? I am, man, yes, I am

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Am I Evil?

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Jouno took the clipboard the secretary handed him and skimmed the small, tightly packed print. "And how much does this pay?"
"If you meet our criteria, you'll start at fifteen dollars an hour."
Jouno let out an impressed whistle. "There's a criteria for playin' games?"
"Have a seat and fill out as much as you can. You'll be called shortly."

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Golden_Puppy: Do you know of any good sites???
Golden_Eyes: I've recently stumbled upon this great place-- http://www.ko-chan.org. Have fun, but don't go into the section called "Guro".
Golden_Puppy: What's Guro?
Golden_Eyes: It's vile. Pictures of bishoujo being cut open and dismembered, their faces twisted in absolute horror. And this actually turns some guys on! I prefer pictures of bishies and bishoujos who are enjoying themselves, thank you. >:/

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Bakura winced at the sound of a knife tapping the cutting board as Ryou chopped vegetables in the kitchen.
He paused in the hallway, leaning against the table to steady himself. His head was swimming.
He groaned and clutched his midsection. His stomach hurt, too. He slowly made his way to the kitchen and clung to the doorframe. Ryou's back was turned to him. He waited patiently for Ryou to turn around and see him.
Ryou finished chopping and half-turned to toss the carrot chips into the pot. His peripheral vision caught Bakura, and he looked up.
"BakuChan." There was a trace of concern in his voice and gaze. "Daijoubu ka?"
"My stomach... I'm really hungry."
"It'll be about an hour. You'll need to wait." He walked over, taking off his apron and slinging it over the counter. "You should go back upstairs and lay down again. You look so tired..."
Bakura's eyelid twitched. He was a little angry at his light because Ryou was not being as kind and apologetic as he usually was. He was acting as if Bakura had been hurt by someone else, or perhaps a force of nature.
He draped his arms around Ryou's shoulders. "Help me to bed?"
Their noses were within two inches of each other. Bakura could feel the warmth of his sweet light's body, his soft exhalations.
Ryou smiled, and Bakura drew him into an embrace. Neither of them spoke for a few, long, wonderful seconds.
The silence was abruptly broken when Ryou remembered the pot he'd left unattended on the stove.
"Oh!" He pushed Bakura away and ran back into the kitchen.
Bakura stood dumbly for a short time. All he could hear was the grandfather clock in the hallway ticking.
The phone rang.
There were three phones in the house-- the kitchen one with all those Ra-damned buttons, a cordless one in the master bedroom that screeched in your ear if you tried to use it, and the ugly green one in the hallway.
The ugly green one was a simple old-fashioned one with a Brrriiing! that grated on Bakura's nerves. Ryou had once said that when it rang, Bakura jumped like a spooked cat. Bakura hated answering the phone-- he hated it even more since seeing the movie The Ring. But Ryou nagged him if he didn't answer it, so...
"Mushi mushi?"
Yami's voice: "Bakura, it's Moshi moshi."
"Don't tell me how to pronounce modern words, you sorry excuse for a pharaoh. Why are you calling my light?"
"You mean, your precious light...?"
"Shut the fuck up. What do you want?"
"I was wondering if we needed to talk."
"About what, how I'm going to destroy you?"
"Now's not the time for bravado, Bakura. I think we should meet somewhere, just the two of us. I want to talk to you about sex."
Bakura sputtered out a huge guffaw, dropping the phone. He picked it up off the floor. The laughter had him now-- it was hard to catch a breath. He managed to say, "Thanks for the laugh, Pharaoh!" into the receiver before hanging up and gripping the edge of the phone table for balance as he laughed.
He couldn't stop, it was so horrifically funny. The pharaoh, wanting to talk about sex!
Laughter turned to a coughing fit, and he felt something come up and splatter on his hand, hot and slimy. He looked down at the crimson glob in his hand, then everything went gray, and the world tilted out of focus as he fell, losing consciousness. He did not feel it when he hit the cold hardwood floor.

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"Okay, Sakamoto San, follow my finger with just your eyes."
The old doctor with kind eyes and a soft voice moved his extended index finger back and forth in front of Jouno's field of vision. He followed it as faithfully as he could.
The doctor used a penlight to look at Jouno's pupils, then wrote something down.
"You'll be alright, Sakamoto San. One of my associates will be here in a short while to clean you and stitch you up, and then we can discharge you."
Jouno lowered his head. "Arigatou gozaimasu."
The doctor smiled and left.
After he was gone, Jouno looked at his reflection in the window. It was faint. He could only make out the vaguest features-- some blonde hair, and a red circle behind which hid a face. A face Jouno did not wish to see.
The only physical sensations registering right now were the throbbing in his forehead and knuckles, hot and alive. He thought about what had led to those injuries and a fresh wave of self-loathing washed over him.
What the hell came over me?

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Ryou answered for him. "We were mugged. I handed my wallet over right away, but Bakura doesn't carry one. The guy didn't believe him, and a fight ensued."
Bakura was laying on his side, feeling like a lame animal. A doctor was sewing up a gash that had been hidden under Bakura's long white hair.
"Did you see all of it?"
"Yes. Bakura was pushed head-first into a brick wall, then, once he was on the ground, he was kicked in the stomach and head many times. There wasn't anything I could do."
"That's alright. You did the right thing, not putting up a fight." To Bakura, he said, "You're lucky the guy didn't have a gun. You should be more careful. I'm almost done."
"Then we can go home, right?"
"We have to do an MRI and a CT scan to make sure he's got no internal damage. I'm gonna recommend that he stay overnight. You'll also need to fill out a police report."
Bakura couldn't see Ryou from where he lay, but he felt it in the conversational lull. Ryou was angry. Through his daze, he wondered if this would be the time Ryou blew up at a stranger. He waited, holding his breath without realizing what he was doing.
"... Okay, if that's what you think is best."
Nice, normal conversation. Fool them all, Precious Light.
The doctor finished and rolled his stool away, standing and heading for the door. "I'll admit him and have him moved to a semi-private room. Be right back." Then he was gone.
Ryou moved into Bakura's field of vision, resting his elbows on the edge of the bed, then cupping his chin in his hands.
He sighed, "This'll be expensive."
Bakura thought for a minute that Ryou would get angry at him for costing him money. Maybe he'd even start beating him here in the hospital. But he didn't. All Ryou did was sit there staring at his yami with that strange unreadable gaze. That was somehow worse.

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Jouno wasn't surprised when the door opened and Dr. Wong entered.
He expected her to launch into a tirade of questions he wouldn't want to answer, but all she did was pull up a chair and sit beside him, looking over his injuries. After a minute, she said, "You're a famous duelist, Mr. Wheeler. You shouldn't lie about your name."
"Did they call you?"
"Yes. Dr. Yamazaki is a friend. He was concerned for you."
He took hold of Wong's hand. "You can't tell Kaiba what happened, okay? He'd kill me if he knew."
"I'm your psychologist, Jouno. Everything you tell me is confidential."
Tears welled up in Jouno's eyes and he fought the urge to hug Paoma Wong then and there. He leaned back again, covering his eyes with one hand. "He'd kill me if he knew. He'd murder me."
"Tell me how it started."

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"Are you going to stay with me?"
"Of course, BakuChan." Ryou's voice and expression seemed lighter now.
"I'm sorry."
"For what, BakuChan?"
"I'm sorry to be costing you so much money..." Bakura was playing the humble card for all it was worth.
"Don't worry, BakuChan. It's perfectly alright."
Bakura scooted over in his hospital bed and drew back the covers, inviting his light to join him. Ryou climbed onto the bed and into his yami's embrace. He let out a soft, contented sigh. He smiled at Bakura. "Goodnight, BakuChan."
"Goodnight." He kissed his hikari's eyelids as softly as the flutter of a moth's wing. They fell asleep easily, because they were together.

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"I was instant messaging with an internet buddy, and he told me about this website where I could look at pictures."
"Mm hmm..."
"It was Loli-Con. Do you know what that is?"
"Yes."
"Anyway, he told me to stay out of this section called Guro, but I was curious, so I looked anyway. I was shocked at first, but I found myself turned on." He covered his face with both hands.
"Next thing I knew, my hand was down my boxers and I was jerking off. At first it was about the girls in the pictures, but my mind wandered, and I couldn't stop thinking about Kaiba's baby brother."
Dr. Wong frowned, but said nothing.
"I fantasized about holding him down and raping him. I pictured his eyes wide with fear, his voice as he begged me to stop. I could practically feel him underneath me, surrounding me..." He rolled onto his side. Dr. Wong could tell-- the teen was getting hard just recounting it.
"That's not even the worst part. I liked it. I liked thinking about Mokuba that way. The orgasm was intense. I screamed my head off and afterwards, I passed out. That's when it gets worse. I dreamed that I killed Mokuba and was raping his headless corpse. And I was enjoying it."
Tears were pouring down his face as he spoke in a jagged, rising voice. "I woke up with a hard-on and had to jack off again, and I still had Mokuba locked in my mind. I don't know what the FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!!"
"Is that why you hurt yourself?"
"Yes, because I deserved it! I'm sick! I don't know what the hell's wrong with me! I should've done the right thing and killed myself!" He sobbed into his hands, his face hot, his body shaking violently.
He gasped as he felt the needle penetrate his arm. He looked at it, then up at Dr. Wong.
"We'll have to readmit you, so you won't hurt yourself. You'll be okay, Mr. Wheeler."
Jouno fell gratefully unconscious.

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It was a private room in the most respectable-- and, thanks to contributions from Kaiba Corp-- poshest mental health facility in all of Japan. There was plush carpeting, a flatscreen TV, and a large private bath. The lighting was dim enough for Jouno to sleep, but glowed brightly enough for nurses to check in on him.
The door opened and a tall, slim male figure entered, then quietly closed the door behind himself. He swept across the room to where Jouno's unconscious form lay snoring softly.
He leaned over the blonde, gazing at his face for a long time with deep cerulean eyes. He took hold of Jouno's hand, its wrist bound in a leather shackle, its knuckles bound in medical tape.
His voice was a deep, sensual murmurr:
"Stop trying to destroy yourself, Wheeler." He kissed Jouno's sleeping face, then left before anyone saw him.

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