Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dead Alive ❯ Dirty ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 3

Dirty

~ Normal P.O.V. ~

Yami staggered to the curb and sat down looking blankly across the road. He felt terrible. But that was nothing new, he felt terrible all the time. It was also nothing new that he felt dirty, how could he feel clean after what had just happened? After what had happened so many times before?

His gaze fell onto his freshly bandaged hand. He couldn't bare the site of the clean bandage any longer, couldn't bare the feel of it against his skin. He ripped it off and threw it to one side. Clean, ha! It was anything but clean. It may have looked it, but it definitely wasn't. With a sigh, Yami reached into his bag and pulled out a fresh bandage, which he wrapped over the newly opened wound.

It felt a little better. Yami was very glad he had thought to pack the badges in his bag. The thought of what that, that… thing would say if he had to go back up there was, almost as horrible actually having to hear it. Yami would feel as though he was asking, no begging for it if he went back.

A hand landed on Yami's shoulder. He jumped and spun around, only to see Bakura looking down at him with his head to one side, confused.

“Are you OK?” he asked looking down at him. Yami stiffened slightly.

“I-I'm f-fine.” He hoped Bakura didn't notice his stutter too much. The tomb robber raised his eyebrows, obviously not convinced.

“Your eyes are all red. Have you been crying?” crying was an understatement. Yami had sobbed so hard that his throat hurt. If it hadn't been for the hand over his mouth he was sure that he could have been heard from in the street. He desperately wanted to tell Bakura. Wanted to tell him everything. Yami wanted someone's shoulder to cry on, someone who would tell him not to worry and that it would all be alright in the end, that it would be over and that soon he could get back to leading a normal life.

But that just wasn't an option. Bakura wasn't the sort of person, who would let Yami cry on his shoulder, he wouldn't tell him that would all be over with. He was more likely to push Yami away and then tell everyone what had happened to the pharaoh. Yami was very sure that they would all be disgusted with the site of him and turn their backs on him. That was the last thing he needed.

Even if they didn't reject him and decided to comfort him and help him, it would find out. Yami always called that monster `it' when `it' wasn't near just as a silent protest and sign of hatred. The pharaoh couldn't do anything else as if he did then `it' would surely find out.

A hand waved in front of his face.

“Hello? Are you in there, pharaoh?” Yami jumped, letting his eyes focus on Bakura. The snowy haired tomb robber had his head to the side and was still waiting for an answer.

“I-I'm fine.” Yami repeated. “I-I haven't been crying.” He then let out a nervy giggle. “What made you think that Bakura?” Yami didn't wait for a response. He simply leapt up and ran to join in the hikari's game. Bakura rolled his eyes and was about to ask him something when Malik, who had decided to join in the game too, flung himself on Yami, knocking him to the ground with a resounding smack of a delicate body hitting the tarmac.

It wasn't a very big fall, it wasn't particularly hard ground either in fact it was relatively soft, (as soft as tarmac can get any way) and Malik had one hand round the back of Yami's head so he didn't hit it, but pain still shot through the young pharaoh's poor, beaten, abused body.

Most of the pain seemed to be coming from low down on his back as well as another area that he would rather not mention. Hr yelped despite himself causing Malik to move off him carefully.

“What?” he scowled down at Yami. “Oh come off it!” he snapped as Yami rubbed his back trying to hide tears in his eyes. “I didn't hurt you that much!” Yami was saved from having to answer by the taxi arriving.

Grandpa came out and hugged them all goodbye.

“Call me the second you get to England.” He told Yami who smiled and nodded.

“I will.” The teen reassured his grandpa. Solomon then turned to Yugi and the other hikari's.

“Take care.” They all nodded and promised they would. Finally, he turned to Malik and Bakura.

“Behave yourself.” They both rolled their eyes but made a mumbled promise that they would. Mr. Moto smiled.

“O.k. then. Have fun!” and then he watched as they all piled into the taxi. It was one that had three seats in the front, three in the middle, and three in the back. The hikari's all sat in the middle and the Yami's in the back with their bags in the boot.

Yami was on the left with Bakura sat in between him and Malik. The darker pair of they three, kept whispering to each other.

No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, Yami could make out some of what they were saying. Words like: `weak' `pathetic' `fragile' and `easily broken' were used a lot. Yami pressed his forehead against the window. The words were cutting into him like daggers.

But he wasn't stupid. He knew that they applied to him. Then something happened that made him jump. `It's' face appeared in the window next to his own reflection. Not in the car being reflected, but actually in the reflection it's self. Yami was pretty sure he was the only one who could see `it'.

It smirked at him before speaking.

“So, are those nasty, mean, boys teasing you?” `It' mocked. Yami was now confident that he was the only one who could see or hear `it'. “We had a fun morning didn't we?” Yami was still and silent. The only part of him moving, were his eyes which were brimming with tears. `Its' smirk widened.

“Don't be sad, my sexy pharaoh. We can have some more fun soon enough. That'll be nice won't it?” Yami knew he should answer with a simple nod or a murmured yes. But he somehow he couldn't bring himself to say it. `Its' face changed suddenly and Yami suddenly felt large, strong hands tighten round his throat.

“I asked, `that'll be nice won't it?' so now answer me!” the strangle hold on Yami's neck made it impossible for him to speak or even squeak so he was forced to nod. `Its' expression changed from one of anger to one of evil pleasure.

“Good boy.” The hands were removed from Yami's neck but didn't leave him all together. They stroked his hair and ran over his body, touching him in places that made him flinch or jump. The hands were there all the way to the air port.

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At the airport

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The airport was so big. If it hadn't been for the fact that they had a plain to catch, the group could have wondered around for hours. Yami tried to take his mind off what had happened in the car by guessing were all the people were going on their holidays. He didn't have time to do this when they got to the large board showing where all the plains are leaving from.

They searched the board desperately for half an hour but with no luck. Yami started to bite the skin around his thumb.

“We're stuck here aren't we?” he asked nervously. Malik suddenly turned on him.

“We are not stuck here you stupid pharaoh!” and then he punched Yami. It was a thump on his cheek that nearly knocked him flying if Malik hadn't suddenly grabbed his arm, remorse and guilt flooding his eyes.

People were starting to mutter.

“Imagine hitting a poor little kid like that!”

“Is that man his guardian?”

“He ought to be locked up!”

“Someone should phone social services!” the colour was quickly draining from Malik's face.

“oh gods Yami!” he suddenly cried before grabbing Yami's wrist and dragging him through the crowd of angry, anxious on lookers, into the nearest male toilets, unaware that Yami's worst nightmare was hiding in one of the cubicles just waiting for the pharaoh.

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