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My Pet Yami	By : MarikIshtar77 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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*warning* I’m going all out on this chapter......Don’t let Yami and Marik’s fluff fool ya! Bloody
Bakura Badness ahead! LOTS of blood....
Bakura’s Theater of Pain
            Marik watched Bakura speed off on his black motorcycle. The Egyptian shivered at the
thought of where Bakura was headed. He knew he only had about an hour before the thief’s
return, so as soon as Bakura was out of eye shot, he rushed down to Yami.
“Pharaoh?” he called out as he turned on the light.
“What” Yami replied solemnly.
Marik reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of gold keys. He quickly unlocked Yami’s
from the cuffs.
“Pharaoh, you’re in a great deal of danger.” The spiky haired blond stated matter-of-factly.
Yami rubbed his wrist and sat on the cold concrete floor.
“Tell me something I don’t know, Marik.”
Marik sat cross-legged next to Yami and sighed.
“I’d take your punishment for you if I could.”
Yami cocked his head and looked at Marik curiously.
“I’m curious Marik, why are you being -dare I say- nice to me?”
Marik rolled his eyes.
“Nice to you? I don’t think I’d go that far, pharaoh. You’re one of the most irritating people I’ve
ever met. But even though I can’t stand your very existence, I still don’t think you deserve the
way Bakura has been treating you. I never thought he’d take things to the extremes that he has.”
Yami bit down on his bottom lip as he recalled numerous occasions where Bakura had to get rid
of him since the very beginning. There wasn’t a doubt in the pharaoh’s mind that the thief try
anything to ruin him.
“Bakura’s capable of almost anything. But honestly Marik, I don’t care what he does to me. If he
kills me now, nothing with happen to Yugi......” Yami closed his eyes. “...aibou....”
Marik took a deep breath. He apprehensively reached over and put his hand on Yami’s shoulder.
“Don’t give up pharaoh.” he said in almost a whisper.
Yami wiped a tear from his eye and almost smiled. Maybe there was some hope for Marik after
all.
“Marik, even though you haven’t exactly been a saint, I’m glad too have known you. I’m the
reason for Bakura’s hatred, so I hope once I’m gone he’ll finally get some peace.”
Marik shook his head.
“No pharaoh, don’t say that. I know you’ve been through hell, but just hang in there a little
longer. You’re hikari needs you, you’re friends Joey, Tristan, Duke, that rattle-trap Tea........we
all need you.”
Yami glanced up at Marik and swallowed back the lump growing in the back of his throat.
“Marik, why? Why do you say you need me. You realize that once I’m dead and gone, you could
very possibly be pharaoh.”
Marik rolled his eyes and started laughing.
“Oh Ra, pharaoh, I don’t want to be pharaoh anymore. After seeing the way every hardcore
badass from every corner of the planet want a piece of you, I think I’d rather chop off dick and
feed it to a jackal than be in your position.”
Yami couldn’t help but chuckle at Marik’s honesty.
“Seriously, Ishtar? Being pharaoh doesn’t appeal to you anymore?”
Marik made a sour face and held his hands up infront of himself.
“Fuck no! You can keep your title. You’ve earned it.”
Yami smiled at Marik.
“Thank you. You’ve changed a lot Marik, what caused this sudden showing of compassion?”
Marik was reluctant to answer Yami at first, but after a few moments he offered up the
explanation.
“Bakura set the rules for the shadow game we dueled against each other for the Millennium
puzzle. For every thousand life points lost, a personality trait was banished to the shadows and
than replaced by its contrary. I lost 3500 life points, therefore three aspects of my former
personality were replaced. One of which was my compassion, or lack there of. I can’t help but to
feel pity for you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Yami smirked.
Marik made a sour face.
“It is. Now let’s not discuss it any further.”
Yami couldn’t help but be curious as to what else had changed in Marik. He was just about to
ask when all the lights went out.
“OH.SHIT.” Marik cringed as he jumped up.
Yami’s heart began to race.
Bakura had returned earlier than expected.
“You’d better cuff me up again.” Yami gulped.
Marik hesitated momentarily, but reluctantly took Yami’s hand.
“I wish you luck, pharaoh. What you are about to go through isn’t very pretty.”
Yami flinched as Marik cuffed him back to the pipe on the ceiling. The metal on metal clicking
sound sent chills down his spine.
Next sound they heard was the basement door opening and than slamming shut. Yami could feel
Marik reach for his hand and squeeze it. Yami took a deep breath and held it in.
The door suddenly was kicked open and a bright light filled the room.
Bakura’s dark, fiendish silhouette stood in the doorway illuminating pure evil.
“Ishtar” he hissed evilly as he took a step.
“Bakura” Marik responded nervously.
Yami watch on as Bakura squared off with Marik and grabbed his throat. He violently threw
Marik back into the wall.
“I knew it! Marik, you double crossing jackass!” Bakura seethed through his teeth venomously.
Marik swallowed hard.
“You’re going to regret siding with the pharaoh.” Bakura growled as he pulled a knife out of his
pants pocket.
Marik patted for his Millennium Rod, but found it missing.
“What the fuck?” he ask himself as he looked down at his empty beltloop.
Bakura chuckled evilly.
“Looking for something, Ishtar?” Bakura’s eyes flickered as he held up the rod.
“But how?” Marik ask.
Bakura tossed the Millennium rod across the room and held the six inch, razor sharp blade of his
pocket knife against Marik’s throat.
“I’m a thief by trade, remember? I have my ways of acquiring things.”
“Bakura....why?” Marik’s voice trembled as the knife wielding thief forced him to his knees.
Bakura rolled his eyes and totally ignored Marik’s question.
“Look at you Ishtar! You’re nothing but a worthless fuck without the Millennium Rod!”
Marik looked up at Bakura with wide, pleading eyes, but said nothing.
Bakura pulled another pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket and started talking to them.
“Well hello, how did you get in there?”
Bakura smirked at Marik.
“Turn around” he said firmly, still holding the knife to Marik’s throat.
Marik had no other choice but to do ask he was told. He reluctantly turned around.
Bakura slapped the cold metal cuffs around Marik’s wrists behind his back.
Bakura grabbed a fist full of Marik’s creamy blond hair and yanked him to his feet.
“You’re coming with me.” The thief snarled as he pulled Marik out of the room, leaving Yami
to ‘hang’ out by himself for a bit.
Minutes later Bakura returned to Yami, his clothes splattered in blood.
“What have you done with Marik!” Yami ask firmly.
Bakura licked some remaining blood off of the pocket knife and closed his eyes.
“Mmm.....so sweet.......intoxicating.....”
Yami made a sour face. Bakura’s fancy for the taste of blood had always struck a bad chord with
the pharaoh.
Bakura ran the knife slowly down Yami’s chest, splitting the soft white flesh and drawing fresh
blood.
“Mmm.....Can you feel that pharaoh?”
Yami swallowed hard. It hurt like hell, but couldn’t let Bakura think he was scared or was
affected by the pain.
“Feel what” he answered boldly.
Bakura narrowed his eyes and pulled back his fist. He forced his fist forward and delivered a
violent blow right to Yami’s rib cage.
“I know you felt that!” Bakura laughed evilly as he rubbed his knuckles.
Yami was winded from the hit for a minute, but was able to keep his composure. His side ached
severely. Bakura hit him hard enough that he undoubtably had a few broken ribs. He watched the
thief pull out a key and reach up to unlock the handcuff secured around the pipe.
Bakura said nothing as he threw Yami to the ground face down and clamped the other cuff
tightly around his wrist. He pulled Yami up by his hair and dragged him out of the room.
Everything was happening so fast that Yami head began to spin. Next thing he knew he was
being forced by Bakura against a sharp metal grate and his wrists and ankles bound with chain.
He didn’t want to look at Bakura. The look in the thief’s eyes was nothing short of the purest of
evil.
Bakura slipped a padlock between two links of chain and secured Yami to the metal grate.
“Look at me” Bakura spat maliciously at the pharaoh.
Yami swallowed hard and slowly lifted his head.
Bakura’s eyes were glowing with wickedness and hate. It was obvious that it would take more
than the fear of Ra to turn him from his evil ways.
Yami’s heart sank to his feet when he looked behind Bakura.
There he saw Marik chained naked to a blood splattered metal table. His upper body was
covered in oozing fresh blood, and his mouth had been duct taped shut. Their eyes met for a split
second. Marik looked so vulnerable and scared that Yami had to look away. Marik had
obviously tried to fight Bakura, but without his Millennium Rod he was no match for the mighty
white-haired demon.
Bakura stepped back at sat on a chair situated between the table Marik was on and the grate
Yami was chained to.
“Well, well, looks like the mighty have fallen.” the thief laughed.
He smirked wickedly up at Yami.
“Any last words......mighty one?”
Yami’ glared directly into Bakura’s evil brown eyes.
“Yes, two words. FUCK. YOU.”
Bakura rolled his eyes.
“Oooh, I’m so scared! That pharaoh cursed at me!”
Bakura turned to Marik.
“How about you, double crosser? Any last words?”
Marik tilted his head up and growled under his breath, but he didn’t say anything.
Bakura chuckled to himself as he pulled his knife out of his pocket.
“Times up, Ishtar.”
The tomb robber got up out of his seat and sat up on the table Marik was chained to. He ran his
long, snaky fingers across Marik’s bloody chest, coating them with Marik’s blood. He brought
his fingers to his lips and licked ever drop of the red substance off hungrily.
“Goddamn Marik, I’ll miss the sweet taste of your blood after I send you to hell.” he sighed
reminiscently as he licked his lips.
Yami glared at the blood thirsty thief in disgust.
Bakura noticed the sickened look on Yami’s face and grinned evilly.
“Does this bother you?” he ask malevolently as he swiped his finger over a bloody gash on
Marik’s chest and licked it.
“You’re demented” Yami spat distastefully.
The wild eyed thief breathed heavily as he fumbled anxiously with his pocket knife.
“Only thanks to you.” he hissed back.
Bakura cleared his throat and tossed his pocket knife in the air, catching it on it’s way down. He
chuckled evilly as he looked at his reflection in the shiny silver blade.
“I think it’s time to play a little game.”
Bakura looked at Marik and than shifted his eyes over to Yami.
“It’s called Bakura’s Theater of Pain, and it’s rather simple to understand. I’ll ask one of you a
question, and if you don’t know the answer or you answer incorrectly......heh....you’ll see. Here’s
the rules; Rule number one: is neither of you may speak unless spoken to by me. Rule number
two: I can make up new rules whenever I please. That about covers everything. Shall we begin?”
Neither Yami or Marik said a word. Marik’s mouth was still taped shut, so it wasn’t possible for
him to answer anyways.
Bakura grinned down at Marik and ran his hand across the Egyptian’s swollen cheek.
“Act one: Marik Ishtar.”
Marik held back from crying out in pain as the thief tore the duct tape off of his face.
“Tell me Ishtar, What is the number of avenues of transportation that a mortal humanoid must
propel itself along in the path of life?”
Marik’s indigo eyes filled with confusion. Bakura’s question threw him for a loop.
“Uh....three?” He guessed, not knowing what the hell Bakura was even getting at.
“WRONG!” Bakura laughed as he hopped off of the metal table.
He walked up to Yami and grinned at the pocket knife in his hand.
“Since your answer was incorrect, Yami will have to pay the price for your anserine answer. Tell
me, Ishtar, where shall I place my first cut on our pathetic wannabe god?”
Marik swallowed hard as he looked into Yami’s horrified crimson eyes.
“If I refuse?” Marik ask in a weak voice.
Bakura narrowed his eyes and glared.
“This will happen.” He snarled as he stuck Yami in the shoulder with his knife.
The helpless pharaoh cried out in pain as the tip of the sharp metal blade pierced his skin and
stuck in his shoulder.
Bakura started to laugh.
“Did you already forget the first rule to this game, you worthless fucks?”
Bakura wiggled the knife out of Yami’s shoulder and proceeded to bring it crashing down into
Yami’s forearm.
Blood seeped down the pharaoh’s arm, dripping onto the floor and pooling on the floor. He held
back his scream, though it was at the tip of his tongue.
Marik turned his head. He could watch Bakura mercilessly stab the pharaoh for no good reason.
Bakura laughed as he returned to Marik’s side.
“You also spoke out of turn, Ishtar.”
Bakura pressed the tip of the knife against Marik’s open palm and slowly pushed it deeper into
the warm flesh. Marik’s hand quickly filled with his blood.
Bakura dipped his finger in the blood and chuckled as he drew and inverted cross in the middle
of Marik’s forehead.
Marik squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out the pain of his bloody hand.
Bakura admired his artwork for a minute and than returned to Yami.
“Act two: Yami.”
Yami took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He could feel Bakura approaching like fire in his
blood.
Bakura licked his bloodstained lips.
“Answer this riddle for me,” he laughed softly. “I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw
me, nor ever will, and yet I am the confidence of all who live and breathe on this terrestrial
ball.”
Yami smirked pompously. To his relief, the answer popped into his head.
“Tomorrow” he responded.
Bakura made a sour face and glared at Yami.
“Correct” he growled angrily.
Bakura sat back down in the chair and crossed his right leg over his left He rested his elbow on
his knee and propped his chin up with his hand.
“Act three: Marik. Answer me this: Pegasus likes to sell souls. He sells them for $1.37 each, buy
3 get 1 free, and buy 12 get 5 free.
Pegasus only had 13 customers.
3 of them bought 8 souls.

4 of them bought 17 souls.

3 of them bought 4 souls.

3 of them bought 2 souls.
Pegasus also noticed that all the customers bought a number of slaves (slaves cost $1.00 each)
that was equal to 50% of their soul order rounded down.
How much money did Pegasus make?”
Marik opened his mouth but nothing came out. He was clueless. He’d spent his life memorizing
the ancient scriptures, not learning mathematics!
Bakura smiled with satisfaction as he got up and held his knife to Yami’s throat.
“I take you are not going to answer the riddle?”
Marik looked helplessly up at Yami.
“I don’t know” he croaked.
Bakura threw his head back and laughed evilly.
“Is that so? Than I guess you need to tell me where I should slice the pharaoh next!”
Marik swallowed hard as he watch Bakura press the knife to Yami throat.
Yami was somehow managing to keep his cool, but his eyes told another story.
Marik closed his eyes and looked away.
He knew Bakura would probably castrate the poor pharaoh if he didn’t choose.
“His ass” he said in almost a whisper.
Bakura rolled his eyes.
“You’re no fun. I can’t wait to kill you.”
The thief proceed to stab Yami’s ass. He was sure to drive the blade in as deep as it would go so
that Yami would actually feel it.
Yami bit down on his bottom lip to stop himself from screaming. The pain from his stab wounds
was beginning to get to him though.
Bakura yanked his knife out of Yami’s tight little ass and sat back down in his chair.
He rested his elbows on his hips and pressed his finger tips together into a diamond shape as he
thought of another riddle for Yami.
A demonic grin swept across his face as he looked up at the profusely bleeding pharaoh.
“Act four: Yami. It is larger than the universe. It's more powerful than Ra. It's more evil than the
devil.

The poor have it.

The rich need it.

The dead eat it, but if the living did they would die. What is it?”
Yami looked at Marik, and than back at Bakura.
“Nothing” he replied.
Bakura was not very pleased with Yami’s keen riddle solving skills. How could he know the all
the answers!?! Damn pharaoh! He turned angrily back to Marik.
“Act five! Ishtar! What 5-letter word becomes shorter when you add two letters to it!”
Marik thought for a minute, and to his surprise, the answer came to him!
“Shorter” he wheezed. His breathing was growing light and his normally bronze skin was now a
sickly shade a white, almost as light as Bakura’s. The blood that covered him was either dry or
gelling over. Marik looked like shit to say the least.
Bakura face grew extremely angry, he turned to Yami.
“Final act! Yami! The one who makes it sells it. The one who buys it doesn't use it. The one
who's using it doesn't know he's using it. What is it?”
Yami wasted no time answering the riddle.
“A coffin”
Bakura jumped out out of his chair so fast that the chair flew back a few feet. He lunged at Yami
with his knife in hand.
“How do you know all the answers! Tell me now!”
Even though he was in a lot of pain, Yami managed to crack a slight grin.
“Why don’t you ask the sphinx in Giza?”
Bakura narrowed his eyes and growled.
“Don’t start thinking I’m through with you.”
Yami didn’t respond. He kept a solemn look on his face.
Bakura turned his attention from Yami and stalked over to Marik.
“Since you only got one riddle correct, it proved you are a blithering idiot and deserve to die.”
Before Marik could as much as scream, Bakura slit his throat. Yami watched on in horror. The
sound of Marik choking up blood brought a malevolent grin to Bakura’s face as he walked out of
the room.
Yami pulled furiously at his restraints, but Bakura had made sure there was no escape.
“Marik! Don’t give up! Fight it! You can’t die!” The struggling pharaoh yelled to the fading
Egyptian.
“Can’t........fight......” Marik moaned as his eyes glazed over.
“NO!!!” Yami cried out. It was too late though. Marik was gone. All that was left on the metal
table was Malik’s lifeless bloody corpse.
Yami started feeling dizzy. Slowly his eyes went shut and everything went pitch black.
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            “Yami, wake the fuck up! I’ve got something for you!” Bakura’s voice echoed through
the dark, musty smelling room.
Yami’s eyes shot open. Wait a minute- he was still handcuffed to the pipe on the ceiling. Huh?
“I’ve brought somebody to see you, Yami. Would you like to know who?” Bakura chuckled
evilly.
Yami didn’t answer Bakura’s question though. He was totally confused as to what was going on.
“Fine, don’t say anything than,” Bakura snarled. “Ishtar, bring her down, I think this is my best
idea yet!”
Yami shook his head to try to wake himself up. Did Bakura just say ‘Ishtar?’ What was going
on?
“Coming!” Marik yelled from the top of the basement stairs.
Marik was still alive? But how?
The lights suddenly turned on, and Bakura was standing by the door.
“It’s about time you woke up.” the thief snorted.
Yami breathed a sigh of relief. It had all just been a bad dream!
“Hey pharaoh” Marik nodded as he walked in the room.
Yami was glad Marik was still alive.......for whatever strange reason.
“Yami!!!!!!” A familiar woman’s voice squealed annoyingly.
Yami knew the voice well. It was Tea’s.
“Guess who’s spending the next week locked down here.......with her.” Bakura pointed, “C’mon,
Ishtar, I’m horny. Let’s leave these two alone and go fuck. Have fun kiddies! WOOHOO!”
Yami bit down on his bottom lip. He knew Tea liked to talk a lot, but how bad could this
“torture” actually be? Had anybody survived a week locked in a room with her before?
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Answer to that annoying math riddle:
Pegasus made $163.97

***I’ll be doing the error check crap later tonight. I might change a few things a little too. I’m
posting this as it is now because I’m tired of staring at the computer and really want to go to bed!
LOL (it’s 3am)
*hugs*

***Authoress zonks out cold***
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