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Internal Scars	By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1792 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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Author: Well I'm gonna take a short break off the fanfic challenge
to update this one so my readers won't hate me...besides, vocal class is so
boring right now...
Bakura: Damn, I was hoping you'd forget about this fic!
Author: You kidding? This is my most popular fic!
Bakura: T_T Why me....
Author: *pat pat* Don't put me on a guilt
trip here. I'm actually happy for once! The sun is shining and spring is
coming!
Bakura: Bah...
Author: Anyways, don't want to waste anymore time so enjoy this
chapter people and please R&R!!!

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The rest of the day went without a hitch for Ryou. In fact, the
boy was absolutely delighted that everything's back to normal. Though he still
got the notion that Malik likes his yami, Ryou trusted the Egyptian teen not to
cause them to break up; in addition he trusted that Bakura will not cheat on
him. He's just happy that they are all friends again. As they walked home from
school, Bakura popped out of the Ring again, sliding his hand into his hikari's
as they walked.
"Had a good day, hikari-chan?" Bakura leaned in to kiss
Ryou's neck.
The other boy giggled and blushed as the company turned to watch
them, "Just fine...the same boring classes...thanks for saving my skin in
gym though."
"My pleasure." During gym that
day Ryou took a ball in the head from the class bully. Offering to take over,
Bakura took over Ryou's body and proceeded to 'accidentally' miss the
basketball net many times and strategically hitting the bully on the head.
Jounouchi had found the situation extremely amusing. The same bulky teenager
picked on Yugi many times as well, who Jounouchi takes care of afterwards
outside of school; but he was impressed by Bakura's skill to beat that guy up
inside of school without getting in trouble.
"Do you guys want to come to the Game Shop today? Grandpa's
got a new shipment of games in and I got the extras; wanna come and play?"
"What?! I haven't even beaten your old one and
you already got new games?"
Marik gazed at Bakura quizzically, "You have hobbies of terrorizing
people, and you play video games?"
"Hey!" Bakura countered, "It's a great killing
game!"
"Oh, well that's fine."
Malik sighed, "Do you two think of anything other than
violence?"
"Yes, I think of Ryou naked," Bakura answered.
Ryou blushed a deep pink and buried his
face into Bakura's shoulder, not noticing Malik's small hesitation in step.
Yugi watched this argument with great amusement, "I take it
you guys are coming then."
The others nodded in agreement.
Yugi grinned at they changed direction towards his home. Then his
face grew worried, and he fingered his puzzle; his Yami has been unusually
quiet for the whole day, could it possibly be because of that energy surge at
lunchtime?
"Yugi?" Ryou touched his arm, "You
alright? You seem disturbed."
"Yea, in fact, you've been disturbed all day," Jounouchi
added, "you even missed when I passed you the ball today, and I just
tossed it."
"I'm fine," Yugi assured them, "it's just
that...Yami was quiet all day since lunchtime. I'm wondering if that surge of
energy was the reason."
"Well, it's not like I can infect it or something,"
Bakura countered, "the only way I could do that is if I was in the Ring.
Whatever happened, it's not major. But that stuck up ass of a Pharaoh must be
checking it out anyways."
"Bakura! I told you not to foul mouth Yami in
front of Yugi!" Ryou glared at Bakura, who just shrugged.
"Well," Yugi raised his hands, "everyone's entitled
to their own opinion."
They walked on, unknowing to what Yami was up to. Inside the
puzzle, Yami was in that new room; experiencing again and again that bliss he
has felt so many millennia ago.

"My Coke!" Jounouchi snapped the can from
Honda, who had just taken the last from the fridge.
"Damn you Jounouchi! Give it back!"
The street teen just made a face before running out of the
kitchen, with Honda in pursuit.
"Just don't spill or break anything!" Yugi called after
them as he and Anzu carried snacks into the living room, where Bakura, Ryou,
Malik and Marik were plastered in front of the TV, playing a team versus
fighting game.
"Ok Yugi!" Jounouchi called before prancing into another
room, "Come get it triangle head!"
"Don't diss my hair you asshole!" Honda bellowed.
Anzu sighed and set the bowl of chips on the coffee table,
"Those two never grow up." She then pointed at the ground, "and
nor do they." She avoided directing her finger at Bakura; one, because she
still didn't like the tomb robber that much because she won't forget the evil
he's done and because he bad mouths Yami all the time; two, because she's still
a bit scared of him.
Malik threw down the controller as Bakura and Marik won again,
"Dear Ra! This is unfair! You're putting us at a huge disadvantage with
this fighting game!"
"Well you would have put us at a disadvantage if we played
the motorcycle racing game," Marik drawled.
"So you decide to put us at a disadvantage? You know all the
moves!"
"Your loss," Bakura shrugged, "Let's try
again."
"Alright," Malik sighed in defeat, "Ryou, actually
press some buttons this time!"
"But...I don't know what does what," Ryou whined.
"Just hit anything!"
"Ok ok..." Ryou said with uncertainty.
And hit buttons he did. In the next round, Ryou's fingers flew
over the controller with such incredible speed that his character on the
television went insane.
"Go Ryou!" Jounouchi chanted as he ran by.
"What in the name of hell?" Bakura was pummeled by his
hikari's fighter. In less than 2 minutes, the round was over, with the hikaris as
winners.
"Holy shit Ryou! Where in hell did you
learn to play like that?!?" Marik mused.
"I don't...I just hit random keys..."
"But at what speed!" Malik marveled, hugging the pale
boy in joy, "We won! We won!"
"I learned piano in the past," Ryou said meekly,
blushing at the compliment.
Bakura turned off the game, not wanting to play anymore (he's a
sore loser), and crawled across the floor to wrap his arms around the two
lights, "At least it's only in video games that you can beat us like
that."
"Says who?" Malik grinned at Marik, who turned away.
"You mean..."
"Never get Malik mad," Marik said sheepishly.
Bakura let loose a huge bark of laughter, "I'll remember that
one Marik! Just to bug you in the future!"
"Shut up Ra-damnit!" Marik threw a chip at Bakura's
head.
"Hey hey!" Yugi looked up from his lesson
of Duel Monsters with Anzu, "watch the carpet!"
"I know!" Marik answered before pouncing on Bakura and
brought him down, landing on the two hikaris as well. They fell on onto the
carpet in a heap, laughing.
Jounouchi popped his head in, "What's with all the
commo-AH!" Honda jumped the teen from behind and stole his Coke back,
"Damn it! Honda you ass!" and rushed of in pursuit again for the
Coke.
Yugi was about to turn back to his game again when Yami suddenly
materialized in front of him. "I'm going for a walk," he announced.
"Alright," Yugi chirped back.
At the sound of Yami's voice Bakura completely froze and stared at
the former Pharaoh, "Bastard," he hissed.
Yami turned to him with a look that made Bakura's blood run cold.
"I'll see you soon," Yami said, as if directing that phrase towards
him, before leaving the house.
"Bakura? What's wrong" Ryou wrapped his
arms around his darker half, nuzzling his neck.
"Nothing...nothing at all," Bakura gently held his
hikari, stroking the soft white hair that brushed against his neck.
Malik's face creased with lines of worry. Through Bakura's
composed mask of calmness Malik could see a hint of fear reflecting of his
eyes. Could it be...because of something had happened between the Pharaoh and
the Grave Robber in those few moments? Something that was...related to Bakura's
wicked past. Bakura turned and gazed hard at the tanned boy, as if asking for
him to stay silent.
Malik nodded in quiet understanding; he wouldn't betray his
friend's trust and expose his story that easily. However, he wished with some
envy, that he was in Ryou's place.
Marik could see the longing that shimmered in his light's eyes as
he looked at Bakura, and his own heart wrenched in pain as well, I would give up anything in my life to make
my hikari happy, he thought miserably, so
why would he choose Bakura over me...?

Yami stood in front of the large building of the Kaiba
Corporation, and invited himself in.
"Do you have an appointment?" the secretary at the desk
asked.
"No I don't," Yami started past the desk but the young
woman grabbed his wrist.
"Then please wait while I page him."
"No need," Yami broke out of the woman's grip and headed
towards the escalator, "Just inform him that the Game King is here, he'll
let me in."
Flustered, the woman dialed up to Seto Kaiba's office, as Yami
disappeared behind the elevator doors and headed up the building.
Seto was in a horrid mood that day; there were drops in the stock
market, so much paperwork, and he was lacking sleep. The thing he wanted in his
life was to meet Yami. When the young man burst through the door he went into a
fit of rage, "What in bloody hell do you think that you can come here
without even booking an appointment?!?! I'm a busy man, and I can't deal with
your lazy ass all the time! Stop coming uninvited! I hate seeing you!"
"It's been awhile High Priest. I'm glad to say that I have
some new pieces of my memory back," Yami said calmly, sitting down
casually on a sofa.
Seto was ready to take the other teen's neck and just snap it,
"I have no time to listen to your blasted comments you former Pharaoh! You
may have been a high and mighty power hungry asshole in the past and I may have
been the High Priest, but this is the present! No way in hell am I going to
take orders from you!" It had only been recently where Seto accepted the
fact that he was the reincarnation of a being from the past, but it didn't
change his ego.
"My my," Yami drawled, "It seems that you have lost
that bit of memory as well. Let me refreshen it for you. I can assure that when
I'm done you'll want it as much as I do."
"In your dreams..."
Yami's Millennium Puzzle glowed a powerful light, and Kaiba could
feel himself being swept away through flashes of light. He landed hard on his
bottom in the middle of a dark hallway. "Alright, enough of these games
you bastard!" Seto brushed himself off. Standing up he realized that he
was no longer wearing his traditional trench coat but the robes of a high
priest. "I've had enough of this silliness! Get me out damnit!" No
one responded, and suddenly he realized that his body was walking down the
halls, unresponding to his body. He approached a door, and his hand rose to rap
upon it.
"Enter."
He hand pushed the door open. Yami was seated on the bed, draped
in loose robes in the dim oil candlelight. Lying on the bed, strapped to the
bedpost, was a beautiful young man, tanned with shocking white hair. One
thought automatically came to his mind, Bakura...Thief
Bakura...
"How pleasant of you to join me tonight Seto."
The CEO's mouth responded, speaking on its own, "It is my
honour to share this night with you and your whore, my Pharaoh."
Yami slid off the side of the bed, striding over to the high
priest. He wrapped his arms around the taller male's neck, and brought him down
to a fierce kiss, their tongues invading each other's mouths, caressing each
other in the moist warmth. Seto could feel himself becoming greatly aroused, an
ache developing in his groin. "My Pharaoh..." he gasped as they broke
apart. Yami led him to the bed, where Bakura lay.
"He's a really good whore, even though a thief, he screams
loudly; you have a great taste Seto," Yami traced a finger on the creamy
chocolate chest of the young man.
"Fuck you...spoiled ass brat!" the young robber hissed.
It was then that Seto noticed Yami's age. He was younger than he
was at present time, maybe 13-14, but already he seemed to demonstrate so much
authority.
Yami slapped Bakura, with a strength that Seto couldn't imagine a
boy as young as him having. He understood that the teen was glowing with power
from the Millennium Puzzle, enhancing his power. "Worthless slut,"
the young Pharaoh snapped, "Ten suns have risen and fallen and still you
are so disobedient! That is one fault that Seto overlooked!"
The high priest bowed in apology, "I didn't know that he
would be so hard-headed my Pharaoh. I tested him before he was presented to
you; he was just as rash, but I hoped that you would bring him to obedience; I
had faith in your abilities."
Extremely flattered, Yami answered, smug, "You think too
highly of me my dear Priest, but I just can't break such a thief, he seems to
have lived through too much," then his eyes narrowed, "I thought you
promised that I could claim his virginity."
"And claim it you did my Pharaoh," Seto answered, his
erection dying as they continued to converse, "I just tested his abilities
using his mouth."
Yami's lips twisted into a smirk, "And good at using his
mouth he is." His expression changed when he heard a bitter chuckle from
the bed. "What's so funny you thief whore?"
"My virginity...my virginity my fucking ass," Bakura
giggled hysterically, "My bratty fuckhead Pharaoh, my virginity was taken
the night I was captured by your guards!"
"WHAT?!?!" Seto roared, "I'll kill
them! Every last one of them!"
Yami looked disappointed, "And I wanted to do it," he
complained, like a spoiled teen.
"I'll kill them..." Seto promised.
Yami nodded, "There�s nothing more we can do." Seeing
the looks of horror on the high priest and the Pharaoh's face Bakura just
laughed harder, dry and cruel. "Shut up!" Yami slammed his hand on
the thief's groin. Almost instantaneously the laughter turns into cries of pain
as the hand made contact, instantly bruising the sensitive genitalia.
"We will still break you, thief whore," Yami spat,
"though you were fucked by a whole horde of guards, Seto and I will break
you!"
"No you can't, you worthless fucker," Bakura returned,
gritting his teeth in pain.
"My Pharaoh," Seto drew the young teen into another
heated kiss, "we will break him."
"Yes..." Yami said slowly, drawing it out like a snake's
sound, crimson eyes glowing with sadistic intent, "we will turn him into
the slave I want him to me, MY slave."
"Allow me," Seto pulled away and turned to Bakura, whose
confident face was becoming etched with fear, hearing the poisonous venom
dripping from the two figures of authority. "You have been spoiled,
whore," the young man began to remove his robes, his sex hardening at the
nude, tied robber on the bed, "but I am different, I'm not as young...and
I am fully developed."
It was true. Bakura would hear a whimper escape his throat as he
saw the enlarged member of the high priest. Unlike the Pharaoh, who was still
in puberty, the older male was almost fully grown. �Fuck��
�Yes�fuck,� Seto replied, pressing his erection against the
thief�s tight entrance, �and I�ll fuck you good.� He pushed in with brutal
strength, completely tearing up Bakura�s opening. A scream of pure agony, music
to the high priest�s ears, echoed around the large room as he pulled himself
out completely to thrust in again and again, mercilessly, ripping into the
young man�s core. �What a good whore�� he gasped in ecstasy, the friction from
the tight entry rubbing against his manhood, �you feel like a fucking virgin!
So damned tight! Fuck!� he increased the speed of his thrusts, and Bakura just
screamed harder, loud sobs coming from his lips until it was silenced by the
Pharaoh who crouched over his face, and promptly shoved his own erection into
the young thief�s mouth.
�Seto�� Yami gasped as he leaned towards the high priest, who was
still tearing into the body beneath him, ��please your king.�
The high priest complied, capturing the young Pharaoh�s mouth into
an enrapturing kiss, the heat spreading through his body.
The world was in a whirr of motion, the sobbing, whimpering sounds
from Bakura�s lips, the gasps from him and the Pharaoh, the pure bliss of it
all�

Seto�s eyes flew open with Yami�s mouth pressed against his,
tongue in his mouth. The other teen�s mouth drew back, gazing at the CEO�s
face, �Well? How do you like your new memories?�
And memories they were, searing through Seto�s mind like fire.
Just the mere thought of the domineering, egoistic, overconfident Thief Bakura
reduced to a sniveling, pathetic whore at his feet made him aroused. �So what
are you suggesting, my Pharaoh?�
Yami smiled in delight at the familiar title rolling off Seto�s tongue,
�I think it�s time we brought the past back into this reincarnated world��

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Author: WOW!!! That was TOTALLY random! I had absolutely no clue
what to right so I did a ton of happy stuff then threw an evil scene in�am I
moving too fast in the plot?
Bakura: Yes�. ><
Author: Who asked you? I asked the readers!!!
Bakura: Cause I�m the star here!
Author: Whatever�anyways, please R&R! I�m expecting at LEAST 5
reviews before I go on! PLEASE REVIEW!
Bakura: ��desperate�
*SMACK*
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