Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Broken ❯ Broken - Prologue ( Prologue )

A/N: GOMEN NASAI!!!!!

Kathrine: We're so soooo sorry that we haven't updated FwtF yet! We've had the worse case of Writer's Block we've EVER had since May.

JC: It's finally starting to let up though. But instead of giving ideas for our OLD stories, we've got ides for three NEW stories.

Kathrine: So you see our predicament.

JC: Yeah, our eye doctor has also made us cut back with our time on the computer due to our eye condition worsening.

Kathrine: He says it's our computer's fault, but we don't believe him. *Shrugs*

JC: Anyway, we decided to put this how to see how yall like it and if we should continue.

Kathrine: It's a little confusing but that's only cause it's supposed to be the prologue only. You'll get more in the next chapter, if we decide to continue it.

JC: Here ya, enjoy! Think of it as an apology until we get the next chapter of FwtF out. ^_^

Disclaimer: WE DON'T OWN YUGIOH!!!! WAAAAAHHHH!!!! !_!

Warnings: YAOI/Shounen Ai, Abuse, attempted NCS, dark themes. If ya don't like then don't read! Although, Kathrine likes Flamers to be used as sacrifices for her goddess. ^_^ Wonder if ya can guess who the two people are before the end.

Broken

BY Jennifer and Kathrine

Prologue

He remained bent over, refusing to move as the harsh thick leather slapped across his clothed back, tearing through his thin shirt and creating thick slashes that bled and cutting open scars that had been healed for years. It wasn't an option anymore for him to defend himself or flee. He had decided to accept the pain instead leaving it to of the one he cared for. He refused to allow him to suffer for nothing when he could take the punishment instead.

" Scream Slave," the deep accented voice, so much like that of his love, but so much darker and more sinister at the same time, coaxed him. " I know you want to. Scream for your Master." He then felt the searing pain of the leather whip digging deeper into the back of one of his legs. He bit his lips, relishing the blood in his mouth for it showed that he had not given in. He REFUSED to give his 'master' the satisfaction.

" Scream," he repeated, but he would not. He could tell that his 'master' was becoming irritated by this. He was used to listening to the screams and cries of his victim, feeding off the pain he inflicted. But he was not one to scream. He was not one to admit to pain even if it was tearing him apart inside and out. He knew that was just what his 'master' was expecting, for him to fall to his knees and cry and beg for mercy, but he would not. He'd rather cut out his own tongue before commit such an act.

The whip was pulled away, but he could feel the rage of the other filling the room in gallons at a time. He was angry, angrier than he'd been the night before when they'd done this, maybe angrier than any other time since they'd begun this nightly venting of frustration, hatred, and rage two weeks ago. He actually risked turning his head slightly to stare at his 'master'. His shoulders were heaving with his deep intakes of breath, his hair wild and untamed like the white mane of a wild beast, and his eyes were full of the same emotions he'd seen in them since the first night. The hate, the anger, higher-than-thou arrogance, all of them were there.

But new emotions seemed to be there as well, confusion, irritation, and something else that he couldn't quite understand, it was so far covered by all the others. It was that emotion that he was trying to reach, attempting to bring out in hopes that doing so would destroy those that held the most power and save both him and his love from the pain his 'master' caused them. Unfortunately, that one small emotion was barely there, quickly pushed away as if it had never been by the other with more hold on their host.

He quickly pulled back and backhanded him, smacking him hard into the table that he'd been steadying himself on earlier during the whipping. His back hit it with a thud and a sharp, burning pain that covered his back and spread throughout all his limps. His vision blurred for a few seconds and he felt the soft, yet callused hands that betrayed their strong viciousness grabbing at his shirt, tearing it from his body.

His eyes opened wide at this and he tried to struggle but every time caused that pain to flow through his body once more. It was so hard to fight more than one front, unsure of one's intentions and the severity of the other if pushed too far. " St-stop," he whispered, his voice a little dry from not speaking in over an hour.

" Oh now you wish to use that loud mouth of yours," his 'master's' dark eyes smirked at him. He slapped him once again. He couldn't do anything about it; it would only mean punishment for his love instead of for just for himself. " You refused to scream when I hit you. Maybe that pain wasn't enough. Let's see if this is." He immediately sealed his mouth over his 'slave's' in a harsh kiss, biting his sharp fang-like teeth into his bottom lip, tearing what had already been bitten deeply into.

What in the hells…? He didn't understand. His 'master' had never done this before, had never even kissed him like he'd just done, whether to inflicted pain, confusion, or otherwise. The hands, which had finally finished tearing away what had been left of his shirt, slid up his abdomen, feeling the neatly formed muscles and almost caressing ever scar they touched along the way. One grabbed hold of a nipple, one of his most sensitive areas, and pinched before twisting it painfully. He gasped, forcing his mouth away and clenching his teeth before he could release another testament of his high discomfort.

" So have you ever done this before?" his 'master' questioned with a sneer on his lips. " Has anyone ever touched you this way?" He didn't answer. He wouldn't speak.

This only made the other angrier. He grabbed a fistful of hair and lifted his head up. " Answer me," he growled before slamming his head back down on the cherry oak coffee table. Once again his vision was blurred by the pain ringing forcefully in his head and through his back.

" N-no," he finally rasped, unable to continue down his path of defiant self-destruction for much longer.

" Then let me be the first," he smirked, as his one hand slid down and his fingers rubbed around the button of his faded jeans. His eyes widened at his 'master's' words. He'd never done this before either. He wasn't going to… No, he wouldn't. Not even he's… Instantly, he began to struggle again, ignoring the burning, nearly paralyzing pain in his back. He didn't want this. He had never known that the agreement would go so far and to demand something like this from him. Had his lover suffered something like this before?

" St-stop," he said again, his earlier vow of silence forgotten in his uncertain fear. " D-don't…"

" Don't? Don't what?" he asked. " You need to learn, Slave. You don't tell me what to do." He proceeded to smack him again and then open his jeans, tugging down the zipper harshly.

No, no, no, no, NO… his mind was racing. He couldn't let this happen. He couldn't lower himself so far as to allow this. He continued to think of his love, what might happen to him if he didn't do just that, but he was so afraid that his thoughts were scattering in his mind. That's when he felt the one hand hold his wrists above his head and was a little shocked to realize how strong his 'master' truly was even though his looks didn't mirror his strength.

Suddenly the hand that wasn't holding his down was touching him in a way that no one, NO ONE had ever done. His eyes went wide, his fear skyrocketed (A/N: THIS IS A WORD??!!), and he became as stiff as a statue. He stared into cold eyes that seemed to smirk at his actions. " St-stop," he pleaded again, his voice small and weak. " P-pl-please…" He turned his face away and his sentence was halted. He couldn't bear to look into his eyes any longer.

*****

" Please what?" the other asked in a feigning curious tone. He knew what he wanted to hear and what his 'slave' didn't want to say. His tightened his grip on the other and he gasped again, closing his eyes tight. He could see the tears about to fall from the corners of his eyes. His squeezed again, " Please what, Slave?"

The other boy let out a small, ragged breath that sound like a muffled choke. He was trying so hard to endure the pain he had cause him, but it was going to a point that he couldn't. He loved this, watching the boy beneath take the pain, and still hold up to their agreement and come back for more like a good little slave. But he didn't understand why he continue to come back. Why accept the pain? Does he really care about HIM so much?

" Please st-stop…" his 'slave' started again, but as before stopped. He just couldn't say it. So he used his hand that was not holding the other's to start sliding the worn jeans down his slender hips. He just had to keep going until he gave in, not too difficult. He was enjoying forcing to boy cower in fear and accept his domination over him. For some reason the entire act seemed very familiar to him, but he ignored the sense of familiarity. He just wanted to break the boy, his 'slave'.

" Please…M-ma-master…pl-please…" the other boy's voice was small and lost, the fear taking control. He knew exactly what he was going to do, knew exactly why he was doing it and yet couldn't deny it any longer.

That's when he really looked at the boy he was holding down. His head was turned, tears slowly falling from closed eyes, breaths ragged and complicated by shaky hiccups, and his entire body was tense with apprehension. He was waiting for what was going to happen. He knew and was waiting, praying that it would either stop all together or go on and end quickly.

His hand stopped the removal of the boy's protective clothing and grabbed his chin, forcing his head to face him. " Look at me!" he commanded. " Look at me!" His 'slave's' eyes opened, both dark orbs full of fear. They stared at him, showing that the boy was so close to completely giving in, but the fear it was hit him the most. It was so familiar that he could no longer push it away. He could even hear a familiar voice ringing in his mind, pleading.

/ Pl-please…M-master…st-stop Master…please st-stop…/

He let go of the other boy's hands and face as if they had burned him. He pulled away, staring in wide-eyed horror at what had happened. Oh Gods… The boy curled in n himself for a moment and he could see the blood that smeared the top of the oak table. It covered the boy's back from when he'd whipped him so hard that it'd torn through his shirt to the skin, ripping into it and making him bleed. There were even tears along the back of his pants where he'd purposely struck to try and get a reaction. But when none of that had worked he actually taken to…

*****

He pulled his knees up to him where he was laying in a fetal position on the table. He tried to control himself, to find what he'd lost in the last few minutes of violation. He then took a frightful look from under where he placed his arm to protect himself if his 'master' should try something else while he was so obviously vulnerable, but what he saw was his nearly-always-present green jacket being dropped across his body.

What? What was going on? That was when he heard the strangely detached voice of his 'master', " Get out, leave now." He looked up and saw that his eyes were glaring at him, but it was strangely empty. There was something about his eyes that seemed so unlike him, so unlike how he'd ever seen him even when in disguise. But he wasn't ready to try and find out why.

He shakily stood and fixed his pants and put on his jacket, wincing at the pain in his back and legs. He didn't look back as he rushed from the house, didn't see the strange flicker of pain and regret in his 'master's' eyes. All he cared about was getting as far away from him as his disheveled and shaken condition would allow. He was already out the door when Bakura collapsed to the floor, put his head in his hands, and whispered softly, " Damn you Jounouchi."

A/N: How was that? Was it obvious who the two people were?

JC: We hope ya liked it enough. Tell us what yall think so we know whether or not to continue.

Kathrine: Now, its kinda obvious now that Jou and Ryou are together in this fic, but we'll also let ya know how Bakura fits into all of this I the next chapter.

JC: Review please? ^_^