Tears of Pain, Tears of Joy | By : kresua Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1765 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Alrighty then! This is my first shot at YuGiOh
fanfiction, so please be gentle! Flames will be read, cried over, laughed at, then insanely sacrificed to Ice-Spirit-Phoenix.
Disclaimer: I will say it only once in this fic. I do not
own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. I do own the cat in this fic and darn
near nothing else. Please don’t sue me, because all
you’ll get is some lint, an empty pen and a hair scrunchy.
All reviews are loved, admired, and praised!!!!!
The cat’s tail flicks back and forth
as she eyes her prey. He’s young, inexperienced, and
most of all…alone. The light tawny
cat flicks her long feathery wings in expectation of a kill. She slips behind
him as he walks, unaware of the danger lurking behind him. He has no clue that
death’s door is only a few feet away from him…
The cat’s ears flick, her strange slightly gold and slightly
amethyst eyes glinting as she decides the best course of action for taking down
her prey. His hair is long—long, shaggy and silvery-white, and his stride is
slightly lame. The cat’s head cocks to the side as she realizes he’s hurt.
The boy cries out, pleadingly. “Please…someone…anyone…help
me…” The cat notices that his voice is lightly tinted with a gentle British accent, and from the sound of it—he’s desperate. Best to end his pain, the cat thinks
with a smirk. She creeps closer to him as he sits down on an old stump, his
head in his hands as he sobs softly. In his grief he
doesn’t notice the cat creeping up on him.
One jump, and his life could be over…and young Ryou Bakura
has no idea how close his death was. He had gone for a walk in the woods,
leaving the Millennium Ring back at his house, thinking he’d
only be gone for a few moments…and now…several hours later, he was regretting
it. Fear could not describe his pure terror at this thought. He actually missed the company of his Yami. And it was because he was so scared…
He is lost…
He is alone…
He is about to become dinner.
Ryou turns just in time to see the cat leap. A scream of
terror fills the night air as the cat pins her prey and sinks her jaws into his
neck, drawing forth a river of blood. His clothes become
stained with his own blood as the cat begins to rip into him,
fortunately just hitting his clothes and ripping them to shreds. She pins her
defenseless victim beneath her paws and feasts on the terror in his eyes.
He’s shaking so badly, but no sound
leaves his slightly parted lips. His sweat and tears mingle with the blood
flowing down the side of his face. Chocolate brown eyes meet her
own as he does the one thing he can do—he begs.
“Please…please don’t hurt me…” The cat laughs out loud. You might as
well tell the wind not to blow, or the sun not to shine. The terror in his eyes make the cat think twice. Perhaps I can kill him later…but for now I need him where I can keep an eye on him…
With easy quickness, the cat sinks her jaws into Ryou’s
throat again and lifts him up, making positively sure
his wounds won’t be fatal. She drags him off, and he has no strength to
struggle, and so hangs limply in her jaws.
~*~
After a few hours, Ryou is finally let down. They are in a
cave—a cave that looks so dark and dank. Ryou misses the people he knew…he is
terrified…
His captor shoves him into a tiny metal cage, the door shuts
behind him, and he is hoisted up. To his surprise, the
cat beneath him calls up to him. “Take off those disgusting rags. I would like
to see my meal before I have it.” Fear grips Ryou’s soul as with trembling
fingers, he pulls off his crusty shirt, dried blood making him feel sick as he
discards it. He slowly slides off his bloody pants and laid them at the bars. “Wh-what d-do you w-want me to d-do
with th-them?” he feels so vulnerable—so exposed. He
is naked in a strange cave, exposed to the eyes of a cat who
plans to eat him alive.
“Throw them down, boy.” He does so, and watching as she takes
care of them, then walks back to a bed that is a few feet away from Ryou’s
cage. She sits down on the bed, stretches out and lays her
head between her paws and falls asleep.
Ryou envies her. She is safe and warm…and here he is: cold, shivering…and knowing that when she awoke he could
very well find himself tied to a table and decorated with garnish. He curls himself
into a ball and whimpers softly, shaking lightly with fear and pain.
He cries himself to sleep, uncomfortable against the metal
bars of his cramped and cold cell.
After a while, Ryou awakes. He finds himself laying on the cool grass of the forest floor, and all of him
hurts from his attack. The pain triggers the memory, and he looks around for
the cat. She’s behind him, and her ears are back
against her skull. “Pathetic waste…” she murmurs, “You are far to scrawny for me to eat…though your blood does taste good…”
Her tone strikes fear into his soul. He whimpers softly, his
doe eyes pleading. The cat continues. “I will let you go…but for a price.”
Ryou nods, desperate to be free of her.
“Every week I will find you and feast on your blood…and you
will not hinder me or allow any one else to hinder me…understand?” Ryou nods,
but it is more like shaking that causes the movement. He has a question, but is
far to afraid to voice it.
“Speak, vermin…” the cat growls, her eyes piercing his soul.
“You’re a v-vampire?” His voice is shaky…he’s so very
afraid…
The cat’s eyes darken and she growls. “No, but something
similar…I do enjoy taking blood from my victims, but they cannot be made into
something like me and I won’t melt in the sunlight. Now leave before I decide
to drain your blood now…”
Ryou falls down to his knees before the cat and murmurs,
“I’m l-lost…please…I just want to go home…” Once more, his voice is tipped
lightly with that present English accent, and even more so since
he’s scared. His voice gives a quaver as he stares into his tormentor’s eyes.
The cat snarls. “What concern of that is mine?” she snaps,
clenching her jaw around Ryou’s back and making him yelp. “All I know is you’ve
stripped me of a meal…and now you must pay for it. Get out of my sight, or
would you rather stay in my cave?”
Ryou runs away as fast as his injured legs can carry him.
He arrives sometime in the early afternoon, by some miracle,
at home. Desperately, he looks for Bakura. From that shadows, his abusive (but
now rather angelic looking up next to that cat) yami steps forward.
And he is not happy. “And where do you think you’re going, brat?” His voice is almost
playful, though thoroughly shaded with cruel intentions. “Please Bakura…I—”
Bakura cuts him off. “Silence! Did you think you could
escape me?” Ryou whimpers. Bakura is about to strike him when he notices two
things. The first is that Ryou’s naked—and the second
is that his poor Light has vicious claw and teeth marks all over his pale body.
And in this instant, something within Bakura snaps. Perhaps
it was a protective thought that belongs to many elder brothers—“Only I can beat him up.” Or perhaps it was something else…for the first
time, Bakura glanced into the younger’s deep brown eyes and saw pure terror.
Bakura’s eyes narrow as he sees blood lightly trickling down
his hikari’s chest,
and the painful lashes therein. Bakura surmises that it can’t
all be his fault…and he truly isn’t that
angry…
“Get upstairs and get dressed.” It is a command, and Ryou
obeys, darting up the stairs into the sanctity of his room. Once he reaches his
bed, he collapses and bursts into tears, needing the comfort of
someone—anyone…he doesn’t expect Bakura to come in a
few minutes later.
His body trembles, his eyes are wide. Bakura points to the
shower, hands Ryou a previously withheld towel (he’d
never let the little angel bathe with one of his towels) and gently pushes the kid into the bathroom. Though
Bakura never betrays any feeling of pity or anything else for that matter, he
watches his hikari curiously, then walks back downstairs
as soon as the water turns on.
Ryou trembles as he climbs into the shower. He soaks his
hair, cleaning the grime and his own blood out of it before returning to the
rest of his body. His neck is what concerns him the most—its
still bleeding slightly and very painful to the touch. He whimpers softly—then
gasps as the shower curtain is thrown back.
A blood curdling scream reaches
Bakura’s ears.
Ryou…
He runs up the stairs, unknowing of the danger his Light is in and absolutely terrified as to what might be happening
to him—and feeling very odd that he does.
Without thinking he nearly tears
off the door from its hinges and looks upon the sight before him with awe, a
twinge of fear, and a lot of anger. His angel—his very light
is being held by the throat by some beast, his crimson blood falling
down the drain with the rest of the running shower-water. He seems to be in
acute pain, to the point where he isn’t even lucid any
longer. He’s choking—the beast is nearly killing him
with her death grip.
Bakura sees red. In a firm, low voice he commands,
“Let…him…go…NOW.” The dark animal chuckles and throws Ryou’s all
but lifeless body down before Bakura. Cruelly, she whispers to Ryou, “I
thought you promised me…and for that…you must be punished.”
Seemingly unaware of Bakura’s presence she vanishes like
mist, leaving Ryou on the ground choking, coughing up blood weakly and looking
terrified of his yami who stares at him in awe. Bakura slowly kneels down and
lifts the boy into his arms.
“Ryou…” he whispers softly, “What does she mean, ‘You
promised me?’” The being in his arms whimpers softly, then
lurches to the side to dry-retch. His thin body shakes as he whimpers again.
“I’m s-sorry…Ba-k-kura…”
Once more, Bakura feels a light twinge of guilt, but pushes
it away just for the moment. He lifts Ryou up, turns off the still running
water, and lays him down on his own large bed…the one Ryou has only ever seen
while Bakura was raping him…
Bakura’s hand at his face breaks him out of his
reverie. He shakes harder. “Please
don’t—” He has no idea how hard his desperate pleas are on Bakura. In the most
caring and gentle voice Bakura can manage, “No…hush little one…I’ll get you
some bandages and something to drink, alright? Would you like something warm to
drink?”
The light frame shakes as the snowy head nods meekly.
“Y-yes…please…th-thank you, Bakura…”
Bakura returns a while later with a mug of hot chocolate.
Sitting down beside little Ryou, he gently hands him the mug, keeping his own
hands wrapped around his Light’s as the boy shakily
drinks the hot liquid. Bakura feels badly upon mistreating him in the past…
Very badly.
Badly enough to want to kill himself…
But he knows if he were to do that, poor Ryou would be at
that beast’s mercy…which was a very horrific thought.
No, if only for Ryou’s sake…he wouldn’t leave. Kissing
the boy’s head, Bakura sighs softly. “I’ll protect you, now…and I’m sorry for
what I’ve done to you before…”
Ryou is still shaking lightly as Bakura takes the now empty
mug from his hands and forces his hikari to lay down
on the bed. Examining his body (mostly his neck) he
decided that the poor boy needs attention other than what he could give. He
knows that the group of friends that Ryou hangs out with—Yugi, Yami Yugi (at
the thought of him, Bakura shudders, but realizes he doesn’t
have a choice) Tristen, and Joey…they could help Ryou.
He glances down at the boy for a moment and whispers, “Ryou?
I need to get you to someone who can help you better…do you have any of
your…friends’…phone numbers?”
Softly, Ryou whispers, “Over on the fridge…” He’s cut off by his own coughing, and gently, Bakura rolls
him onto his stomach so he can breathe better and goes over to the phone.
For Ryou…For Ryou…The
mantra in his head keeps saying, which is the only thing
stopping him from slamming the phone down when Pharaoh answers.
“Hello?” Bakura stifles a growl as he answers.
“Umm…hello Pharaoh…” Bakura tries his best to keep a
condescending and angry tone out of his voice, but finds himself
wanting.
“Bakura! What the hell have you done?!
Where’s Ryou?!” Bakura realizes that
Pharaoh must know about Ryou’s disappearance and (appropriately) blamed it on
Bakura. Now, with the unfamiliar feeling of tears and a knot in his
throat, Bakura slowly answers.
“That’s….that’s why I called. Can
you come over here? It’s…it’s kind of an emergency…” Bakura hears a snarl on
the other end of the phone.
“What? Did you rape him too violently and now your precious
sex toy is dying?!”
Turning away from the bed in which Ryou is laying on to hide
the tear that slips from his eyes, he murmurs in the softest, most broken
voice, “Please, Pharaoh…he needs
something that I can’t give him…and I’ll explain later…but please…” Bakura’s
voice breaks off, leaving Pharaoh worried. Without another word, he hangs up
and arrives at Bakura’s door a few minutes later, Yugi in tow.
Again, without a word, Bakura leads the two of them into his
bedroom where Ryou lays, his naked body shaking with the beginning of a fever,
and blood staining the sheets upon which his upper body lays.
Yami Yugi glares at Bakura before rushing to Ryou’s side and
lifting the boy into his arms. “I’m taking him to a hospital,” Pharaoh says,
obviously expecting a protest. He receives none. “I only ask…” Bakura murmurs,
“That I be allowed to accompany him…please…”
Yami Yugi growls softly, glaring at Bakura…and probably
would have killed him right there if it weren’t for
Yugi.
The younger glares at Pharaoh and whispers, “Not now…He’s
serious. He deserves to be with Ryou.”
“He raped Ryou!” Yugi looks at Ryou, and then back at
Pharaoh. “Yes, I know. We all know. But Bakura is asking for help not for those
wounds, Yami. Not just those wounds. Look.”
Yami looks. And then he sees it—and decides not to question
it as he walks out the door with Ryou, not another word to Bakura.
AN:// Well, that’s chapter one. Pretty intense, eh? Yeah…I’m weird
like that. Thank you for reading! I’m working on Chapter 2 as we speak.
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