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Shadowed Violet: Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Qadesh�I can�t tell you how much
I appreciate your last review and all your reviews. It made me smile!
As always, I want to thank all my
other reviewers as well.

Warning to all Anzu-lovers:
I don�t like her, and she WILL be bashed in this chapter. She is also somewhat OOC.

~This is nice.~ Malik thought, mind in that
soft, fuzzy place between sleeping and waking where everything was right in the
world. Gentle arms held him securely to
a warm, smooth chest, equally gentle hands stroked his hair. In his half-aware state he thought it was
Ryou holding him again and that the dream he�d just had of escaping and winning
back Ryou�s love was real. Malik sighed
happily and snuggled closer to the warm body cuddling him, nuzzling under his
lovers chin and breathing in his deliciously spicy scent.
Wait. Spicy? That wasn�t right.
Ryou smelled like sweet herbs just washed by rain, not like mixed spices
heated by a relentless desert sun. Malik�s eyes popped open to stare, not into
Ryou�s doe-brown eyes, but Marik�s sullied purple. Now fully awake the human struggled frantically to free himself
of the vampire�s embrace, tumbling over the side of the bed to fall into a
tangle of naked limbs and amethyst sheets.
He sat there stunned until a roar of laughter prompted him to squirm out
of the silky mess and look up at the bed.
Marik hung over the edge, nude body posed as seductively as any
photographer could wish, laughing so hard tears edged his lashes. Holding his side and gasping for breath
Marik asked between snickers. �Are you
always this amusing in the morning slave?�
Malik struggled to his feet, resisting the urge to rub his smarting rear
and glaring at the still chuckling Raj.
�No.� Came his bitten-off,
affronted reply.
�Oooo, the kitten is all hissy now. Well, you�d best drop the attitude by this afternoon. I won�t have you acting naughty at the party
tonight.� Malik blinked in confusion. ~Party? What the Hell?~
Marik, amusement still
glinting in his eyes, quit the bed to stroll over to the boy. �I plan to show
you off my pretty little kitty, it�s not everyone who possesses a Sweetblood as
delicious to the eyes as to the tongue.� Marik hooked his finger through the
leash-loop on Malik�s collar, yanking the human after him to the bathing
room. Choaking and gagging, he had no
choice but to stumble after the vampire. �Bathe yourself, no one likes a filthy
pet.� Marik ordered, tossing the slave inside the teal and silver bathroom with
a fang-tipped smirk. �Oh, and I�m going to have a servant bring you food.� A disapproving frown puckered the creature�s
brow. �I was informed you didn�t eat yesterday. You will today, all of what�s brought to you, or I�ll be
displeased.� With those sharp words, Marik left, slamming the door.
After relieving himself in the toilet, Malik slipped into the
roman-style tub already prepared and steaming.
Actually, could one honestly call something the size of a small swimming
pool with jets lining all sides for some Jacuzzi action a bathtub? Malik didn�t think so. Relaxing in the water, his head propped on
the edge, the teen let the deliciously hot water soothe his aching body. Out of practice with such activities, last
night had been rough for him, seriously draining both his physical and
emotional energies. ~What the fuck happened to me? Why did I suddenly start
reacting to Marik?~ Wondered the boy, staring at the ceiling but not really
seeing it. ~I didn�t LIKE what he was doing, I just couldn�t help myself.~
The burn of shame and
humiliation seared through him. How much more sexual abuse could he take before
he snapped? Was this a first sign? Not for the first time, Malik silently
wished he was old and ugly, or that his prior Master scarred his face rather
than his back. No one sexually
assaulted ugly Sweetbloods, they just snacked on them. Of course being an aged, unattractive food
item came with it�s own set of problems--vampire nobles weren�t the only ones
who could afford AB negatives. Upper
crust vampiric bars often kept them tucked away in dark back rooms, strapped
down and hooked up to an IV draining a carefully measured amount of blood at
timed intervals. They were never let
outdoors, or even outside of the Draining room, were usually fed intravenously,
and rarely lived more than a couple years.
Vampiric health codes only concerned the cleanliness of the
blood-drawing equipment and insertion-site, so it was not uncommon to see
bar-food slaves laying in their own filth for most of the day. They�d no doubt
be screaming their misery if their vocal cords weren�t cut�one couldn�t have
sharp eared vampiric customers disturbed by slave vocalizations after all. Still, even knowing that, Malik almost
envied them. They spent a good chunk of
their time passed out, unaware of the Hell they lived in, their days a blur and
death easily within reach.
~I�d rather be dead than broken. . . .~ The morose thought
was interrupted by the entrance of a slave-girl holding a laden food tray. �Hi! I�m Anzu, you must be Malik, I�m so
pleased to meet you!� She burbled,
bouncing right up to him and setting her burden within his reach without the
least hint of awkwardness at catching him bathing. Malik nodded a greeting, not at all embarrassed himself�nudity
taboos were rather quickly snuffed out in vampiric slaves. His first master
never let him wear clothes within the house, and he had several hundred slaves
of mixed gender who all saw Malik�s nudity.
One girl seeing him unclothed didn�t phase him in the least. He eyed the tray with a distaste more suited
to a tray of blood-sausage and head cheese than the hearty breakfast foods
actually there.
Without bothering to ask
Anzu plunked herself down on the tile floor, making sure he got a good look
down the low cut maid�s dress she wore as she leaned over to fix him up a
plate. �I�m not hun�� The boy started,
his speech rudely interrupted by a forkful of eggs shoved into his mouth. �Of course you�re hungry, Joey told me you
didn�t eat at all yesterday. Don�t
worry, I�m happy to feed you.� Anzu
dimpled at him, blue eyes sparkling, as she casually stroked a hand down his
chest. Malik nearly choked on the
food. Who the Hell WAS this bitch? Did she have no concept of personal space at
ALL? Worst, her bubbly attitude grated
against his nerves like sandpaper on balsa.
If she was any more heavy-handed in her clumsy attempt at
�seduction�, he�d be bruised all over.
After retreating a safe distance and swallowing the eggs the boy replied
coldly. �I can feed myself. Just leave
the tray and I�ll get to it.� She
pouted at him, rather prettily in fact, hurt filling her eyes. �Oh, but it would be so much fun and your so
cute with your little kitty ears and all.�
Okay, NOW Malik was embarrassed, she WOULD have to remind him of those
ridiculous ears! If she wanted to get
into his good graces, this was not the way to do it. His eyes flicked to the water surface, a blush staining his
cheeks so he didn�t notice when her expression brightened.
�I know, you can eat and
I�ll bathe you!� Anzu chirped, shedding
her clothes so fast Malik didn�t have the chance to do anything but stand
there, an utterly horrified expression on his face. Her nude body was eagerly wading toward him by the time he
recovered, her predatory expression saying quite clearly that she had no
intention of JUST bathing him. ~What
the Hell? Do I have the words �RAPE ME� stamped on my forehead or something?!~ �NO! Damnit, I don�t want you to bathe me,
I don�t want you to feed me, I want you to get the FUCK out of here!� Malik yelled in complete exasperation,
glaring at the girl. Anzu stopped
cold, her lower lip trembling dangerously and tears gathering in her once again
hurt-filled eyes. She fled, stirring
the water into a swirling froth in her wake, scrambling awkwardly out of the
tub. Turning at the doorway, clutching
the clothes she snatched up on the way out to her chest, she sniffled pitifully
at him. �You�re MEAN! I just wanted to
be friends!� Anzu cried tearfully
before dashing out the door. ~If
that�s what people consider �just being friends� around here I�d rather make
enemies of everyone. Bleh, what a bitch.~ In case she might return, to either get the tray or chew him out
(or both), Malik hurriedly washed himself.
He didn�t even glance at the breakfast until he had a towel securely
around his waist. Of course, what
little appetite he had vanished during Anzu�s visit and the cold, congealing
food didn�t help matters. ~I have to
eat something. Fuck Marik and his
orders, I need to be healthy if I�m ever going to escape.~ Malik decided
with a grimace. Resolutely, he picked it up to take with him to the bedroom. ~Well,
at least I know I can�t be too broken. If I was I�d have let that whore Anzu
screw me.~

HELP! I�m looking for a Yu-Gi-Oh!
fanfic I read about a year ago and can�t remember it�s name or author! I can�t
recall the summary, but the story had Ryou, Bakura, Malik, and Marik. Basically the yamis abused their hikari�s so
much they went crazy and somehow ended up on the street (I don�t remember how
exactly and it may just have been Ryou that ended up on the street). Bakura and Marik start needing their lights
to balance their darkness and ended up taking in the other yami�s hikari. In other words Bakura and Malik end up
together, as do Ryou and Marik. Eventually, the hikari�s regain their sanity
and come to love their yami caretakers.
In particular I remember at the end of the story Ryou and Malik talking
together, and one asks the other if they should switch back (I don�t remember
who asks what). The other replies that
it wouldn�t be a good idea. This fic
may actually be on fanfiction.net (it probably is) but I know a lot of people
who read fics here also go there. Any
help at all would be much appreciated, I�ve tried searching for it and am
unable to find it. If this description
even vaguely matches a fic you�re familiar with please give me it�s title. My e-mail address is: spirit_dancer_1@hotmail.com or
you can just leave it in a review if you prefer. Thank you in advance.
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