Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Apocalypse ❯ Requiem ( Chapter 32 )

WARNING: SLANDER! LANGUAGE! MENTIONS OF INCEST!

Note: Since I speak very little German, I used Altavista's BabelFish to help translate what Robbie and Seto discuss at the end of this chappie. I don't own that, but it came in handy. So, if anyone knows German….and knocks the grammar, I don't know a word of German…only French

Shadow of Light: Marik will enjoy torturing them….when this crisis at KaibaCorp is done.

 

Requiem

 

Marik's POV

I returned home through the portal and stepped into the disheveled room. In my bedroom, I could hear Bakura and Malik going at it hot and heavy. I guess this is a new meaning of the word `talk' that I was not previously unaware.

Well, Marik wished to be with him and I couldn't say no.

But Ryou……

Ryou doesn't wish to be with us?

Is Yami's hold over Ryou that strong?

I couldn't bear to see Ryou being screwed royal by Yami….

Ryou called me a horrible lay. That isn't true……

…….

Is it?

No….I can't be! Ryou and I have been lovers for too long.

If he hated me touching him, he would have said so.

I can't be in this house listening to Malik and Bakura going at it like a couple of horny dogs in heat.

Maybe I'll go check on Aten.

I left the home and slowly walked up the street. Daniel opened the door and seemed relieved to see me. “Marik, we're having problems with Aten.”

“Is it his heart?”

“No. Something happened and he was beaten up. He was seeing a new friend recently and we left them alone last night. Well, we woke up this morning to find Aten on the couch, rocking back and forth, and tugging his hair.”

What the hell happened? After Aten's second encounter with Steven, we found him tugging on his hair for a few years after the incident.

Did this new friend do something to him?

“Did Aten tell you what happened?”

Daniel shook his head. “He didn't go into particulars, so---.”

“Who's at the door, Daniel?” an elderly woman's voice asked. She looked at me and his purple eyes and blond spiky hair. “AH! ANOTHER DEMON!”

Demon? What is she talking---? HEY!

The woman took water and tossed it onto me, stinging my eyes. “Ow! Lady, knock it off!”

I walked between Daniel and the old woman and walked to Aten sitting on the couch.

Aten looked at me from a distance.

“Aten?”

Aten tugged on his hair again. “Robbie….”

I lifted my hand and slowly released Aten's grip on his hair. “Aten, don't tug on your hair. Tell daddy what happened.”

Miranda walked beside me and put her hand on my shoulder.

“Ka----Kadin…..tushed….me…made me open my pants and….and……and…” Aten's eyes filled with tears.

“And you didn't like it?”

Aten shook his head. “No….he not stop………and….he slapped me in the face…..when I couldn't…..you know.”

I took Aten into my arms and hugged him. “Aten, it's not your fault.”

Aten clutched onto me and the old woman snickered behind me.

“Maybe if he wasn't sitting there with his pants open, he never would have gotten into that position!”

“Mom, Aten said that Kadin made him open his pants.”

“Well, if he didn't dress like such a slut……”

I turned and growled at the woman. This woman is asking for a punch in the teeth.

“Lady, when I want your pathetic excuse for an opinion, I will ask for it. Until then….get away from my boy.”

The old woman backed away.

I kneeled beside Aten again. “Son? This is not your fault. You just froze up. It's natural.” I hugged my boy. Aten always struggled with dominance and boundary issues. When things like this happened, it overwhelmed him.

“Robbie….I want Robbie,” my son whimpered.

“Son, nobody can get through the barrier.”

Aten sniffled. “I want Robbie….”

I hugged Aten tightly and held him against me. I caressed his hair and sighed.

“I'll track this Kadin down, Aten……I promise. Nobody will hurt you….ever again.”

Aten sniffled and cried on my shoulder.

I won't let this person get away with hurting you…..

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*****Dream Sequence*****

Seto's POV

I looked around at the crowd of people below me. I looked over and saw Aria and Aten kneeling on the podium we were standing on. I looked down and found myself in my Ancient Egyptian outfit again.

Damn…not another dream!

Not another flashback!

THIS IS JUST A DREAM! THIS DID NOT REALLY HAPPEN!

I looked down and saw Bakura tired to a pole with his arms above his head.

“Daddy! Don't hurt my daddy! Gods, please!” Aria begged as she ran to Yami, who was also dressed as the pharaoh. “Please, Pharaoh Yami! Don't hurt my daddy, please!

Yami laughed. “Spare your father?!!! Your father deserves to be executed! I'm being lenient here, girl!"

Aria sobbed her heart out. "He's my daddy, sir! Please don't hurt my daddy!"

Yami raised his hand to Aria. "My answer is NO! Your father deserves to be disemboweled, drawn, and quartered! I should castrate him! He deserves death!"

"Daddy, I love you," she whispered.

The naked, bleeding prisoner looked down, averting our eyes. What did Bakura do? Why was he being whipped?

"This prisoner has been caught raiding the royal tombs! He has walked on sacred ground and has desecrated the statue of Isis in her temple! Let this be a lesson to anyone who dares desecrate sacred items!"

A tall man unfurled the whip and we could hear Bakura scream, "Osiris, protect me!"

Aria screamed as man whipped Bakura's back. "Daddy!"

After a few strikes, I saw Bakura's back bleed.. Pieces of his flesh were stripped from his back. With each strike, Bakura's flesh was torn away. My stomach turned as I watched Bakura being whipped mercilessly.

Aria clutched onto Aten beside her. "Daddy…"

Anubis whipped Bakura harder with each strike of the whip. The prisoner's head slowly fell backwards, his hair dipping into the red on his back.. From what we saw from above, his entire back was tore to shreds!

As Anubis struck him harder, we saw a puddle of red form under the prisoner.

I turned my head to Yami who grinned at the spectacle beneath him. He was enjoying himself.

How could anyone enjoy this? The people were cheering for Bakura's pain and his suffering!

Aria watched the whipping with wide eyes and trembling lip. Her hands gripped the edge desperately.

Slowly, Bakura started to fall. He started going limp.

Yami held up his hand. "Stop, Anubis!" The man stopped his flogging. "Where is the Necklace, Bakura Osiris Itemri?"

Aria and I watched as the prisoner tilted his head back. "Marik Ishtar! I love you! Gods! I love you!" Bakura went limp.

Yami stood up. "Take him away. Tie him to the pole in the palace courtyard! Let's see how he enjoys being frozen cold at night, broken and bloody!"

As we descended the stairs, I looked on the podium. Small strips and pieces of white flesh littered the wood of the podium. A large puddle of blood remained where the prisoner had stood. Below Bakura's body, we saw strips of flesh, torn from Bakura's back.

********End Dream Sequence***************

Seto opened his eyes and watched Hayden type at his computer. The red-haired teen grinned. “Hey, Paul said that the folks in the Public Relations Department have been restrained. From the sounds of things, he's got Kendall….Maxine….and ….Asher? Asher didn't blow himself up yet? There's a shocker,” Hayden laughed.

Seto heard the clicking of a gun and looked up. Eric was pointing the barrel at his head.

“Looks like you have no choice but to accept our demands, Seto,” Eric grinned.

Seto narrowed his eyes. “You will never get what you want from me!”

Hayden leaned back in Seto's chair and turned the computer screen. “Correction….I did get what I want. It wasn't what I had planned, but he stood in my way.”

Seto watched the security camera focus in on Alex's body behind the desk. Mokuba looked at the screen in disbelief. “Is that….Alex?”

Seto nodded. “Yes….Alex is dead.”

Mokuba's eyes filled with tears. “Hayden! Why did you kill him? He was just an old man! He loved you, Hayden! He protected you and you shot him!”

Eric snickered. “Shot him a good many times. I would say about…ohhh….a good ten times at least.”

Mokuba lowered his head and Seto straightened his back.

“Don't give them the satisfaction of seeing you get upset, Mokuba. That is what they want.”

Hayden shrugged. “The old man's pushing up the daisies now, Mokuba. No need to waste tears on that old geezer.”

Mokuba narrowed his eyes at Hayden. “Alex was not an old geezer! He was a sweet, kind, and gentle old man! He had a big heart and he was….he was….he was the only person Seto and I could confide in when we were children! He was like a father to us!”

Hayden chuckled. “I bet you he was a dirty old man……just like the rest. I bet you he was no better than the men who used to buy me for a night….or for an hour. Do you know what that's like, Seto Kaiba?”

Robbie swallowed hard as he saw the look in Hayden's eyes grow wilder.

Hayden stood up and walked to Seto, his shaking finger on the trigger. “Do you have any FUCKING idea….what that's like?”

Seto looked to the right. Robbie was watching him closely. He looked to the left and saw Mokuba and Jeanie, their children huddled close to them. “Yes, I do, Hayden….Daddy does, too.”

“DID…..Seto. Daddy DID….I killed him. And if he's not, I'll go to the hospital myself and finish the job.”

Hayden turned to Eric. “Turn on the news…let's see if they have an update on daddy dearest's condition.”

Eric turned on the radio and the announcer spoke into the microphone. [We are now Day Three into the standoff at Kaibacorp with no sign that this will end soon. The Kaiba Family, along with an estimated two hundred employees are still held inside the building. The group has not made any public demands for the release of the captives.]

“This city has nothing we want,” Hayden added. “The only thing I want here is you dead, Seto….and your fag assistant, too.”

Eric chuckled. “Oh, that won't take long. It'll be simple.”

Eric kneeled by Robbie and grabbed his collar roughly. He slammed Robbie's head against the window and pointed the gun to his temple. “I can kill him now.”

“Eric, please don't!” Robbie pleaded.

“Stop, Eric. I'd rather you shoot him to send a message. Killing a fag with no one to see it defeats the purpose. When they die, I want the world to see what I did. I want everyone to know that we are a force to be reckoned with! We won't stop until every fag in this city is dead!”

Eric pressed the barrel to Robbie's head. “Are you sure? A dead fag is still a message…..But I guess I owe it to the freak to have him watch you die.” Eric pulled back from Robbie. “I'll wait for Aten to come before I shoot you dead. I'd love to see the look on his face.”

[City police officials have attempted to contact the group, but without success. We know that we have some reports of several injuries inside the building, but no one has been able to approach the building without escaping gunfire. Domino Hospital reports that Joseph Wheeler-Kaiba is still listed in Critical Condition and is now in an induced coma. The doctors are only giving Mr. Kaiba a small chance of survival.]

Dr. Zira stood in front of a podium. [Joseph's condition has deteriorated as of seven this morning. The hospital staff is doing everything possible to ensure that Mr. Kaiba survives. Joseph has been placed on a list for a new liver, which reveals signs of cirrhosis. We are not releasing any more information at this time.]

Hayden narrowed his eyes. “A COMA? A FUCKING COMA? HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!”

 

Seto's POV

Joey…….

Joey's in an induced coma?

Joey's going to die on me.

I know it…..

I've tried so hard this whole time to hold it all together….

I've lost Alex……and now I'm going to lose Joey, too?

I can't lose both of them. I love Joey…we've been together for so long.

The more I sit here and think….I took him for granted when I first saw him at Duelist Kingdom. He was such a hot-headed little shit. Hot-headed and reckless with his skills.

Oh, he had talent, but it was all over the place until he learned to focus his concentration.

I taunted him back then….damn, was I a fool!

Joey's got cirrhosis now?

Of course he would have…..he spent 8 years of his life and more drinking Jack Daniels from dawn to dusk. His father made him drink Jack since he was seven years old.

Joey's battled alcoholism all his life.

I don't want Joey to die on me because of what his father made him do. He had such a lousy life living with his father…and living on the streets could not have been that much easier. He did whatever he could to get himself drinks at bars.

Joey sold himself for the pleasure of the booze bottle.

And then there's Alex. Sweet…..protective….caring Alex.

This man held me after Gozuboro would beat me senseless. The first time he caught Gozuboro and I here in this office. On that very desk, Gozuboro was trying to please me with his fingers, which I hated. Alex walked in, thinking Gozuboro was alone.

`MASTER KAIBA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' Alex gasped as he ran towards me.

Alex gripped me underneath the arms and pulled my naked body off of the desk. My eyes were still focused on my stepfather.

How I loathed being forced to look into those eyes……

Every time we had a lesson, he forced me to look into those eyes.

And every time I hated it.

`Alex, get back to your patrol,' my stepfather growled.

`This boy doesn't deserve this treatment, Mr. Kaiba,' Alex protested as he held my naked body against him. He cradled me in his arms. `I should report you to the police for child abuse!'

Gozuboro laughed at Alex. I still remember that laugh. That loud, boisterous laugh…..

“You squeal on me, Alex, and you….your wife….and your kids…all take a dirt nap. You wouldn't want to see that happen, do you?”

Alex shook his head. “No, Master Gozuboro.”

“Your wife has a ten year old, doesn't she?”

“Yes, sir,” Alex told him.

“It'd be a shame if she had a little accident on the way to school….if you catch my drift.”

Alex held me all night.

He kept me in his arms and rocked me after Gozuboro left the room.

Then….Alex said the five words that I had longed to hear after Alex discovered Gozuboro's abuse….

“Seto,” he whispered to me softly, “It wasn't your fault.”

That would not have been the first time I cried on Alex's shoulder.

Each night, Alex would come into my room and check on me after Gozuboro went to bed. Alex held me and played with me while Gozuboro slept.

Alex……

You meant so much to me….

I could never replace you.

………

……….

Never.

I was shocked from my internal thoughts by cold steel whipping across my face.

I winced at the pain in my cheek and lifted my eyes to look into the barrel of Hayden's pistol.

“Daddy better not live, Mr. Kaiba….either way, you'll be dead when all this is over.”

 

Robbie's POV

These ropes are beginning to hurt!

Three days of being bound with your arms behind your back is hard on the shoulders!

Eric and Hayden were talking by the desk.

I had to talk to Seto, but Eric and Hayden would understand me if I spoke English.

Wait a sec……Seto knows 16 different languages!

I don't know Arabic well enough to say everything I needed to say.

We have to find a way out of here somehow….and if we can communicate by some means that they do not understand, then we may be able to plan something.

I turned to Seto and sighed.

“Seto, I don't know what we're going to do. I miss Aten. I wish I could talk to him.”

Seto's eyes remained on the floor and he remained silent.

“Seto?”

“HEY, LIMPY!” Eric barked at me. “What are you doing?”

I swallowed hard. I couldn't let Eric see that I was afraid. If he saw that I was afraid, my act wouldn't be convincing.

“I was just telling Seto how much I miss Aten.”

Eric pretended to weep. “'Aww…I miss Aten. Wah wah! Well, he's not coming to save you, Robbie! And do you know why? He knows he can't take all of us on! I saw him at Graduation! He was weak! He needed oxygen to move around and even then he was slow! You're just as slow!” Eric grabbed the cane and tapped my head with it. “And you honestly think that this cane will get you anywhere? When I kill you, Robbie, I'll be ridding this city of just another lame-ass, fag freak!”

Hayden stepped up to Seto. “Don't think you'll be saved either.”

I looked up at Eric. “Eric, since you may kill us anyway…..I don't want my soul to go to hell because I didn't get a chance to say a final prayer.”

“You believe in that?”

I nodded. “Don't you?”

“Nah, it never got me anywhere.”

I shrugged. “I fell sorry for you, then. I think Seto and I need to pray.”

Seto turned to me. “But I'm an athe---.”

“Seto, we really need to pray,” I told him, trying to tell him with my eyes not to argue with me. “But the only prayers I know are in German. Seto, I'll say some and then you say the next. Get it?”

Seto looked at me oddly. I hope he understood.

“No funny tricks, Morgan.”

I lowered my head. “Haben Sie nicht Angst. Wir müssen entgehen.” ( Don't be afraid. We must escape.)

 

Seto lowered his head. “Wo können wir gehen? Unsere Hände werden gebunden. Wir haben keine Waffen.” (Where can we go?

 

Our hands are tied. We have no weapons.)

 

I looked up at Eric. “Können wir sie überwältigen?” (Can we overpower them?)

 

Seto lowered his head. “Unsere Hände werden gebunden. Wie können wir von diesen Seilen ohne sie ausbrechen Tötung wir?”

 

(Our hands are tied. How can we break out of these ropes without them killing us?)

 

It was hard to entertain the possibilities as to how we were going to escape. Seto, Mokuba and I were tied with our arms behind our backs. Jeanie had the children in her arms. There's no way that we could put her life in danger….as well as those of the children.

I took a deep breath. As much as I know I didn't want to admit it, Seto and I would most likely have to put ourselves in harm's way to regain control of KaibaCorp.

“Wir müssen einen Ausweg... des.or Würfelversuchens hier finden.” (We have to find a way out of here….or die trying.)

 

 

 

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