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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: Hello again! Thanks to my kind reviewers!
KrystalChronicals: "Can't wait for more ^.^"
KT: Here's a new chappie and there's plenty more story to be told!
dragonlady222: "I feel bad for Bakura, no one should have to take that kind of abuse."
Bakura: It's okay... You always hurt the ones you love...
KT: If this were real life, I'd tell you to get help, BakuChan.
Crimson2006: "-How loyal he is to Ryou! Grrr...Ryou give Bakura some love... please!!!! He needs it!"
KT: Well said! Did you hear that, Ryou?
Ryou: Huh? (takes out his iPod earbuds) What?
KT: .......... >_>U

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Off the veil, stand revealed
Bring it on, break the seal
At the mercy, the cat is out
Drop the disguise
Spit it up, spit it out
And now what you've all been waiting for
I give you he who suffers the truth
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
You bit more than you need
Now you're choking on the

Bad Seed

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Walking amongst the crowd, Ryou scanned the faces of the handsome men he passed. It was a brief mental exchange. Ryou would ask them without speaking: Wanna fuck me?
They would turn their heads away and keep walking, which meant No.
Ryou could not find a good time. Everywhere he went, there were ko-gals standing around, looking whorish in their makeup and micro-miniskirts and Fuck-Me pumps. The men were busy drooling all over the ko-gals. This crowd was not for him.
He knew there were plenty of queers at ZeppTokyo Clubhouse, but there was too strong a chance that Malik and Mariku would be there. Ryou wound up wandering the streets, looking for someone but finding no one.

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Dr. Wong's office was on the twelfth floor of a tall building downtown. There were still cars driving past, young people heading to nightclubs and bars, but this particular street was nothing but office buildings which had gone dark, residents all gone home save for one.
Jouno knew he'd find Paoma Wong at her office, even though it was late. Dr. Wong was so dedicated to her work.
"Bitch."
He went to the bank of mailboxes outside the front door and rang Dr. Wong's doorbell.
After a few seconds, he heard her voice over the intercom: "Who is it?"
"It's me, Doc. I gotta talk to ya real bad."
"Alright, Mr. Wheeler, come up." She buzzed him in.

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Ryou found a poetry reading at a coffeehouse and sat in, hoping to hook up with some cute, willowy femme. He sank into a large velvet couch amongst others in a dim, smoky room strong with the bittersweet scent of skim mocha cafe latte whatever and clove cigarettes.
He flirted shamelessly with the silver-haired angel seated at the next couch, who had to have been gay(straight guys don't look like that!), but the guy moved. Ryou told himself that the guy must already be taken. He stayed for a few more poems, but soon grew bored and left.
He shuffled down the sidewalk, feeling the intense ache of unfulfilled arousal in his loins.
Damnit, I wanna fuck! I wanna fuck someone, or be fucked by someone, I need it NOW!
He found a phone booth and called a cab service.
Guess I'll just have to masturbate in the bath again. Damnit... What a waste of a night, didn't find a single guy....

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"Come on in, Mr. Wheeler. Would you like something to drink?"
"I'm fine." He watched as Paoma locked the door, suppressing a sneer. You just doomed yourself.
She escorted him to her office, and once he'd layed down on the plush leather couch, she sat in her armchair, fresh new legal pad in hand.
"What would you like to discuss, Mr. Wheeler?"
"Something strange happened tonight. I bumped into Mokuba out on the street. We chatted awhile, and he invited me to his house. Seto wasn't there..."
She really came to attention then. "You were alone with him? Did anything happen?"
He sat up and hanged his head, letting his bangs conceal his eyes. He nodded, a very slight motion.
The widow's peak between her eyebrows creased in consternation.
He sighed, "It was just me and him. He was so cute, and innocent... I couldn't help myself."
Paoma's pen was traveling a mile a minute.
"It started with just one little kiss, but things got out of hand, and next thing I knew, we'd had such passionate sex." He stopped and looked at Paoma. "Do you have to report me now?"
"You're both underage, so I'm not sure a crime has been committed. But you might consider telling Seto Kaiba what happened--"
"And why should I do that? I'm sure you'll give him a nice, thorough report."
She frowned, confused. "What?"
Jouno made eye contact, holding her attention as he slowly stood up. "Did you tell him about everything, or just my sick attraction to his baby brother? Does he know I'm in love with him? Just how much did you divulge?"
Through this, Paoma managed to maintain her professional facade, and was even still scribbling in that damn legal pad. "Why do you believe I'm the one who told Kaiba about you?"
Jouno was standing over her now. "No, stop it. Your pseudo-psycho-babble's not gonna work on me anymore. Stop writing."
The pen stopped moving, but the hand held it at ready, hovering over the page. She regarded him attentively.
"I said stop!" He knocked the pen and pad out of her hands. She became alarmed, getting to her feet and moving backwards, away from him.
"Calm down, Mr. Wheeler." She held one hand out, her voice still steady. Jouno was sick of the doctor being so under control. He wanted to scare her. He wanted to see what Dr. Paoma Wong looked like freaking out.
"Open my mind, peek in, screw around a little. Is human vulnerability amusing to you? Is that why you became a doctor?"
"I'm here to help you, Mr. Wheeler."
"Ah, Tough Love. Is this the Humiliation stage? I begged you not to tell Kaiba and you gave me that line about doctor-patient confidentiality. Made me feel like I could trust you. But that was all bullshit!!"
He lashed out again, this time knocking over and shattering a lamp nearby. Dr. Wong jolted.
"I thought you were a friend. I should've known better. Friends don't get paychecks." He stared down at the broken lamp.
The lamp was made of clay and broke into big, chunky shards with razor-sharp edges that called to Jouno. He picked up one of the larger pieces, gazing at it as if transfixed. He dragged it up his arm-- it tore the skin open and beads of crimson welled up along the line.
"Mr. Wheeler... You are not yourself right now. Please... You need to rest..."
Something truly strange happened then. Jouno's vision unfocused and he could not blink the blurriness away. His myopic gaze set on the doctor, and his mouth stretched out in a sneer. He was overcome with a feeling of disembodiment as he heard himself speak in an uncharacteristic voice, guttural and cold:
"Wonder what you look like under your skin..."

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Bakura was in bed, but not sleeping, and heard the cab drive up.
Jumping out of bed, he trotted to the window. Looking out, he watched Ryou pay the driver and walk up the path to the house, alone. That was not a surprise-- Ryou was an insatiable slut, but at least he was not crude enough to bring strangers home for his trists. Bakura looked at the clock. It was only 9:47.
Guess he couldn't find anyone. Bakura smiled, then got back into bed and lay on his side, pretending to sleep.
He listened as Ryou came in and undressed in the dark, then left the room. Bakura got up and followed him.
Ryou sat down on one of the bathstools, then poured some hot water into his bucket and drenched himself, then soaped up his scrunchie and began to scrub his body clean.
Bakura peeked in through the slightly parted door, wondering if he should say hello. Ryou had a serious look on his face tonight. The sadness in his eyes struck Bakura as lovely and somehow erotic. His longing for his hikari flared up and, whether it was a good idea or not, he decided to talk to his light.
He slowly opened the door and stepped in. "Hello."
Ryou jolted, then grumbled, catching his breath and holding his chest. "You startled me."
"I'm sorry."
"I woke you, didn't I? Sorry..."
"No, it's okay." Bakura hoped Ryou wouldn't notice that he was blushing as he said, "Would you like me to wash your back?"
Ryou frowned. Son of a bitch. I was planning to masturbate!
"That's okay. Don't trouble yourself, BakuChan."
"It's not a trouble. I'll go change." He went outside to undress, not noticing Ryou's objections. Ryou sighed. Great.
Bakura came back in a few seconds' time, small white towel wrapped around his waist. He kneeled behind his light and his hands moved the scrunchie gently over Ryou's porcelain skin.
Ryou's frustration faded as Bakura cleaned his back-- He lowered his head and his eyes drifted shut, his lids heavy, enjoying Bakura's skillful ministrations. He lost consciousness and had a brief but vivid sex dream about Bakura. He gasped and jolted himself awake, startling Bakura.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes. I just drifted off."
Bakura rinsed him off, and they sat down in the tub together. Much to Bakura's dismay, Ryou sat at the other side, well out of reach.
Fine, Ryou. Your signal couldn't be any clearer.
Ryou watched Bakura steadily. I wonder if I'm far away enough to do it without him noticing?
The water went up to their chins. Ryou's hands rested at his sides below the water. Furtively, his hand moved towards his crotch.
"Ryou?"
His hand quickly retreated. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry I didn't go out with you..."
"No, it's fine. Truth is, there's nothing special out there. I should stay in more often."
Bakura smiled, his expression giving him a boyishly cute allure.
He closed his eyes, sighing, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Yes, BakuChan... I'm glad you're in my life.
"Ryou. Ryou!"
He looked at his yami, who was now glaring at him. "Hmm?"
"Don't fall asleep in the bath!"
"Don't worry, I won't drown. Besides, you're here to take care of me."
Bakura let himself sink deeper into the water, until his nostrils were just above the water's surface.
The phone rang. Bakura jolted, then glared evilly in the direction of the door. "Do you want me to get it?" he asked, his tone making it very clear that he wanted Ryou to say no.
"That's okay," said Ryou. "If it's important, they'll leave a message."

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After the fourth ring, there was a click, and Jouno sighed relief. "Ryou's it's me, Joey! Something really fucked up--"
He stopped as he realized that he'd reached Ryou's voice mail: "This is Ryou Bakura, if you have a message for me, my father, or my yami, please leave it after the beep. Thank you." --beep.
"Fuck," he muttered, his mouth dry. "Fuck, fuck fuck. He must be asleep. Ryou, I need to talk to you real bad, this is like, life-and-death stuff, LITERALLY! Please call me ASAFP!"
He hung the phone up roughly, then fell to a squat beside the booth, burying his face in his hands. As soon as he did, he got the stench of blood up his nostrils, and pulled them back, utterly repulsed.
The sound of approaching sirens soon swelled and filled the streets. Jouno forced himself to stand and slink away down an alley, mentally exhausted. His feet carried him in the general direction of his apartment building.
He shuffled his feet, arms wrapped around his midsection, shivering in spite of the summer heat.
I'll try to reach Ryou again in the morning. Maybe I can ask him to lunch... Is school still in session for the smart kids? Dunno. Hardly an 'A' student... and I still have to go start my new job tomorrow. Wouldn't it be funny if the cops came and arrested me on my first day.
Sighing, he tried to walk a little faster, but could find no more reserves of energy within. His anger and fear had drained him completely.
I wish I could wake up in my bed and find that this has all been some bizarre nightmare. Wish I could turn back time and stop any of this from happening. But how far back would I have to go? For all I know, this could go back to Ancient Egypt. I don't want it to be true, but it is, and I have no way of knowing how long it's been going on. Somehow, like Yugi, Malik, and Ryou, I've got a dark side... I've got a yami.

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bad seed
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KT: This was the last chapter I had saved up. From this point on I'll be posting new chapters as I write them, so the updating will be much slower. Please feel free to review!
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