Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Catastrophe ❯ Friendly Concern or Stay Out of My Fucking Life! ( Chapter 4 )

Friendly Concern or Stay the Fuck Out of My Love Life!

“Bye, guys.” Ryou gave his new group of friends a small smile as he walked away from them. He was fortunate enough to have a few classes with them, and they had even offered him the empty locker near their own. At the sound of their farewells, a grin gradually began to form on his face, one that would not be easily erased.

Suddenly he was jerked into an empty hall.

His grin dissipated at the sight of Malik.

“What do you want?” he huffed.

“I'm only going to say this once.”

“Thank goodness. Anymore of your stupidity and my IQ might drop a few points.”

Malik gritted his teeth and snarled at him in response. “Stay away from Marik. It's for your own good.”

“Excuse me?”

“And you worry about your IQ?”

“Who do you think you are to—”

“Marik will ruin your life if you stay with him.”

Ryou rolled his eyes and began to turn around. He was stopped by a sudden grip on his wrist.

“Fucking listen to me! He did the same fucking thing to me, and as much as I hate you, I won't stand by and watch him do the same thing to you.”

Ryou saw red. “You know what? Fuck you! The hatred between us is mutual, like hell am I going to take your advice. You're probably just fucking with me to ruin our relationship!”

“For fuck sake's, Ryou, he's abusive, it's in his blood!”

Malik never even saw it coming. One minute he was trying to prevent Ryou from ruining his life, the next he was on his ass.

Slowly, Ryou unclenched his fist, and dropped his arm. “I'm getting sick and fucking tired of hearing this shit. Why does everyone and their fucking grandma want in on my private relationships? Marik isn't abusive. I'll only say this one more time. Stay the hell out of my relationship, Malik.”

“Fine, you little bitch.” Malik started as Ryou stormed away, “Ruin your life. I tried to tell you, he's just like his father.”

~~~ *** ~~~

Ryou snarled to himself as he stormed to the parking lot. Curse words slipped from his lips as fluidly as a running stream, but they failed to make him feel better about the situation. It wasn't until he was safely sitting in the passenger's seat of their car that started he felt better.

“I hate Malik.” He announced.

Marik let out a vague sound of agreement.

“Marik, why do you hate him?”

Their car began to slowly pick up speed.

“Marik?”

“Because that little fuck up can't keep a promise.”

As the car started going faster than what made him comfortable, Ryou changed the topic.

“What do you want to do later?”

“What did that guy do to you?”

Ryou glanced at Marik confused. “Marik, what are you talking about.”

“You have a bruise on you're stomach. What did he do to you?”

“What?”

Ryou blinked, before lifting up his shirt. He gingerly poked at the purple bruise, flashes of Ushio kicking him in the stomach passed through his mind.

“How did you know about this?”

“In the hall, your shirt rode up.”

“Oh. No, that ass who sits in front of Malik did this.”

Another sound escaped Marik's throat.

“So, you never did say what you wanted to play later.”

~~~ *** ~~~

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Bakura smirked as Malik smirked over to him.

Malik angrily shook his head as he paced around the empty park.

“Malik?”

Snarling to himself, Malik tossed himself into Bakura's lap.

“Babe, what's wrong?” Bakura yawned, fiddling with a strand of grass.

“How close are you to that little bitch Ryou?”

“Oh, for fuck sakes, not this shit again. Malik, I'm not going to sleep with him.” Bakura groaned and threw his arms to the sky, before allowing himself to fall back on the grass.

“That's not it. I need to know if he'll listen to you.”

“Why?”

“It's Marik. He'll fucking ruin his life!”

“I didn't know you cared about Ryou.”

“I don't! I just don't want to see Marik destroy anyone's life.”

“Malik, where the fuck is this all coming from?”

“He's just like his father, Bakura. If we don't do something for Ryou now, it'll be over for him. Assuming he lives of course.”

“Malik?”

“Bakura, Marik will beat him to death.”

Malik's eyes hardened as he stared into Bakura's eyes longingly, silently begging him to fix the situation.

“Fine. I'll see what I can do.”

~~~ *** ~~~

“Please don't!”

“Shut up!”

Bakura and Marik froze at the sound of Ryou and Marik.

“I'll do anything, just don't—”

“I said shut up, you little bitch!”

They crept farther into the house, trying to make as little noise as possible.

“I'm sorry, I won't do it again! Please don—”

A loud smack echoed throughout the house.

“Say that you like it!”

As they walked up the stairs, Bakura gestured to their room for the day, and Malik nodded his head, slipping into it quietly.

“I like it!”

“That's what I fucking thought!”

The constant banging from the room stopped.

“Where are you going?”

Bakura backtracked and slipped into his room to avoid detection.

He'd be back in a minute anyways.

~~~ *** ~~~

“Groceries.” Marik grumbled, as he slipped on his pants.

Ryou let out a moan as he worked on finishing himself.

“Eggs, milk, sugar…” he trailed off slightly as he got closer to the edge.

“What's for dinner?”

“What do,” he panted, “What do you want?”

“Lasagna.”

“Veggie?”

“Yes.”

“Fine, you know what we need.” he whimpered.

Marik smirked arms crossed, as he stood fully dressed watching Ryou.

Ryou let out a cry, as his body shook. Licking semen off his fingers he wasn't surprised when Marik roughly gripped his head and kissed him.

“Bye.” he said to the exiting figure.

Yawning he stretched before sitting up and grabbing his robe. Wrapping it around his body, he made his way to the kitchen; never noticing somebody silently following him. As he was about to pass through the living room, he let out a cry as he was suddenly pulled back in.

“What the fuck!” he yelled at Bakura.

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me?”

“I can't believe I have to fucking baby you at time like this.”

“Bakura—”

“Look, if Marik is fucking abusive, why the fuck are you with him?”

“Marik is not abusive!”

“Really? Because it sounded like he was just RAPING you!”

Ryou let out a loud gasp. “He did not—”

“In the court of law `no' always means `no'.”

“Because you would know all about that.”

Bakura's eyes narrowed.

“Don't fucking piss me off. I'm trying to help—”

“Ha! You help me! I don't need or want it. So you can take your help and shove it right up your ass. Marik is not abusive.”

“Oh? So why were you screaming: `Please don't!'?”

“Why were you listening to me having sex! ?”

“Because you were screaming!”

“I'm sorry for enjoying the best sex of my life!”

“Stop avoiding the fucking subject!”

“There's nothing to avoid!”

“So, what's this then?”

Bakura ran his fingers on a bruise forming on Ryou's neck.

“How the hell should I know? I can't see my neck!” Ryou slapped his hand away.

“It's a bruise!”

“Really?” Reaching up to his neck, Ryou gingerly poked the area.

Bakura snarled as he grabbed Ryou's hand and shoved his sleeve down. “Here's another one!”

“I bruise easily, you moron!”

“Fucking admit it already! I don't have time for your bullshit!”

“There's nothing to admit!”

“He's hurting you, dumbass. That's what you need to admit to!”

“Hurting me?” Ryou echoed sounding confused. “You want to know whose hurt me? You hurt me when you pushed me down the fucking stairs! I never notice any injuries Marik gives me until later!”

“Are you saying that even when he picks up a belts and whips you with it, you don't notice? !”

“No, because he's usually fucking me into tomorrow soon after!”

“So he beats and rapes you daily? !”

“There's no raping or beating involved! Not that it's of your business, but we were role playing!”

Bakura's retort died in his throat.

“I fucking like pain with my pleasure! Marik has never laid a hand on me outside the bedroom, unlike you! He's also never forced me to do anything, so why don't you stay the fuck out of my love life, you jealous bastard!”

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“You heard me.”

“So you've been sleeping around on me you little slut. Obviously, my lesson never stuck, if you think you can do whatever the fuck you want.”

“What are you talking about, Bakura.”

He was backhanded to the ground. “Shut up, you little bitch.”

Ryou took one look into Bakura's eyes and panicked as the teen straddled him.

Those weren't Bakura's eyes.

“Zorc.” he breathed.

“That's right, and this time, there is no medication to save you.”

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Bakura stopped taking his medication, and this was the result.

TBC

… What the hell is wrong with Bakura? Silently I wonder why strange things always happen in my stories. Oh well, hop you enjoyed the chapter!