Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Good Boy ❯ Chapter 1

Ryou Bakura blinked open his eyes, his vision blurry and his head throbbing. From his position on the bed he could see outside through the window on the other side of the room. Dark clouds had formed in the sky, banishing the sunlight from touching down to the Earth. A faint rumbling in the distance was heard, and the branches of the nearby oak tree whipped about in a frenzy. Bakura raised himself into a sitting position, despite the horrific pain slicing through his body. He cringed, but forced himself to ignore it as he lifted himself out of bed and silently made his way to the window. He pressed a hand to the glass, feeling the cold surface cling to his flesh, sucking the warmth from his hand. Rain began to pour from the sky, and he sighed. He would have to walk to school in this.

From his closet he retrieved his blue school uniform, neatly ironed and crease free. He laid the uniform out on his bed, his body shuddering a bit from a wrong movement that caused a twinge of pain to shoot up his spine. As he started to undress, he slowly came to realize that an ominous presence was collecting in the corner of the room. He ventured a glance toward the evil aura, finding the Spirit of the Millennium Ring there, leaning against the wall as he regarded him with his cold, dark eyes. Bakura quickly turned back to the task before him of getting ready for school, his throat having suddenly gone dry. Shakily, he replaced his pajamas with his school uniform, all the while keeping an ear out for his Yami. The Spirit did nothing however. He simply stood and watched, his cold eyes unfeeling and empty. Finally, Bakura finished his dressing and quietly made his way past his Yami out into the hall and into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, though he knew it would do no good if the Spirit decided to follow him. Still, it gave him some sense of security.

Lightning flashed, visible through the small bathroom window. Bakura's morning routine was slowed and painful, but he did not complain. He continued readying himself for the day ahead, trying to keep his mind preoccupied with other things than the pain emanating from his body.

Since I missed school yesterday, I'll have a lot of homework tonight. Hopefully someone can get me the notes I missed… Yugi is usually pretty good at taking notes. I'll ask him when I-- "Yami!"

Lightning flashed. The Spirit of the Millennium Ring stood before him, leaning against the doorframe with a cold look in his eyes. "So, I see you're actually going through with it today."

"With what? With school?" Bakura spoke carefully so as not to sound too inquisitive. "Yes Yami, I believe I am well enough to go to school today."

The Spirit regarded him coldly. "You're limping."

Bakura nodded slowly. "Yes, but I will be fine, thank you." He placed his hair brush on the marble counter, his hand shaking slightly. "I can always rest when I get home if worst comes to worst." Looking up again, he saw that his Yami had vanished. He released the breath he had been holding and returned to his room, carefully picking up his Millennium Item and placing it around his neck. He closed his jacket over it and fastened the buttons. Picking up his school case, he went out the door of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen. He looked over the cupboards and table, debating silently in his head. He had not eaten in a day or so, but he felt a bit sick and not up to eating now. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and decided he did not have time left to sit down and eat anyway and so went to the closet to retrieve an umbrella before venturing outside into the downpour.

The wind blew sharply around him, stinging what skin was left uncovered by his uniform. He squinted his eyes, struggling to see through the pouring rain. He walked slowly, his shoes splashing in the river that had formed on the sidewalk. He shivered against the wind, but continued along his way for a ways.

Turn back, the Spirit of the Millennium Ring hissed. I do not trust this weather.

Neither do I, Yami, Bakura replied. But the school is closer than home now. We'll be inside soon.

But as they neared the school, Bakura spotted a group of familiar faces coming toward him through the rain. As they approached, he called out to them.

"Yugi, what's going on?" he asked of his friend. "Where are all of you going?"

"Hi, Bakura," Yugi greeted as he came nearer. "The storm's knocked out the power to the school so they had to cancel classes."

"We're all headed to Yug's place until the storm lets up," Jounouchi added. "You gonna come, too?"

No, the Spirit spoke up. Return home. Now.

But Yami, Bakura spoke silently. Yugi's home is closer than ours. We can stay there until the storm is over and then go home right afterwards.

His Yami gave the equivalent of a mental sigh. I do not have the patience to deal with your incompetent friends.

I know, Bakura replied. I'll handle them, Yami. I'll make sure they don't get on your nerves too much.

"Hello? Bakura?" A hand waved in front of his face and the pale-haired boy looked up to find a thoroughly drenched Otogi frowning down at him. "I'd rather not stand around in the pouring rain all day waiting for you to formulate a simple yes/no answer."

"I'm sorry," Bakura apologized. "I'll go with you."

"Then let's get the hell outta here before we all catch pneumonia," Honda proclaimed. The group of teenagers ran own the street and across a quiet intersection to the Kame Game Shop on the corner. They filed in, three umbrellas and three boys soaked. As Yugi, Bakura, and Anzu folded their umbrellas and placed them in the holder near the door, Jounouchi, Honda, and Otogi shook themselves out, their hair and clothes dripping wet.

"Grandpa won't be happy with all the water you're getting on the floor," Yugi warned.

"Eh, he'll understand," Jounouchi replied, rustling his blonde hair. "It's pouring like hell out there."

"Well, maybe if you had been intelligent enough to bring an umbrella…" Anzu pointed out.

"Or let one of us share with you," Yugi added.

Honda waved it off. "We're fine. He'll understand."

Yugi sighed. "Well, let's go upstairs and get some towels or something for you to dry yourselves off with."

The group filed up the stairs and into the Mutohs' living room. They kicked off their drenched shoes and Yugi ran into the bathroom to retrieve towels for everyone. Lightning flashed and the teens dried themselves off with said towels before sitting down among the couch and chairs. Bakura sat on the far side of the room in an arm chair and laid his head back on the cushion. The softness of the chair was comforting and he closed his eyes, his body aching from the early morning excursion. He sighed tiredly.

"Bakura?" Yugi's voice inquired softly. "Are you all right?"

Bakura opened his eyes and smiled at his friend sitting across the room. "Yes, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine," Anzu spoke up.

"Yeah, you look exhausted," Otogi added.

"Really, I'm fine," Bakura assured them, smiling as brightly as he could. "Just getting over my cold from yesterday."

"Never knew a cold to leave a bruise like that," Honda said.

Bakura's hand immediately went to his left cheek. "This? Oh this…"

Your friends are getting too inquisitive, Yami Bakura warned.

Lightning flashed. "Y'know, I'm kinda an expert on this sort of thing," Jounouchi said. "Looks like somebody socked you one good."

Silence them.

"I'm all right, really," Bakura said again desperately.

You fell.

"I fell."

It's nothing serious.

"It's nothing serious." He lowered his eyes to silently voice that he no longer wished to speak about it.

As soon as the storm lets up, leave.

Yes, Yami.

Thunder crashed loudly, making the teens jump. The lights flickered once, then went out and left them in complete darkness. It was silent for a moment until Yugi announced that he was going to look for a flashlight for them. Bakura remained still, his body trembling, his hands grasping the arms of the chair nervously. It was not the storm that frightened him so, it was his Yami's aggravated tone of voice. Bakura clenched his teeth together, his only comfort being that no one could see him with the lights out. After a moment, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs and the creaking of the door opening.

"It's darker than midnight up here," came the voice of Yugi's grandfather. "Yugi, are you here?"

"He went to get a flashlight," answered Anzu's voice. "But the rest of us are here."

"The rest of you, eh?" the old man inquired, closing the door behind him. "And who is that? Anzu, Jounouchi, Honda, and Otogi I'm guessing."

"And Bakura's here, too," came Yugi's voice from behind them. "Grandpa, I couldn't find the flashlight."

"If I remember right, it had a busted bulb anyway," his grandfather's voice replied. "We'll just have to make due in the dark, I suppose. I'm going back downstairs to watch the shop. I just wanted to check on you."

There were footsteps for a moment until Yugi sat down somewhere in the vicinity of the living room and his grandfather left. Save the pounding rain outside, it was quiet for several minutes. Bakura leaned his head back and closed his eyes again, wondering if he could doze until the storm let up. However, that would not be the case.

"Is that your hand on my ass, Honda?" came Otogi's voice.

"What the hell're you talking about?" Honda's voice responded angrily. Otogi burst out laughing and Honda growled. "You wish my hand was on your ass!"

"He wishes your hand was up his ass," Jounouchi's voice put in.

"Ew, Jounouchi!" Anzu's voice squealed.

The others, excluding Anzu of course, laughed at that. Even Bakura cracked a smile. However, the smile was short lived.

Silence them. They are becoming irritating.

"Let's talk about something else, shall we?" Bakura suggested. "What happened at school yesterday?"

"Meh, same ol', same ol'," Jounouchi's voice replied.

"Yeah, wasn't too exciting," Yugi's voice added. "You didn't miss much."

"Since you were out with that cold that beat your ass," Honda's voice said.

Silence him now.

"I told you I fell," Bakura told him.

"How the hell did you fall to get a bruise that looks like a fist indentation on your cheek?" Jounouchi's voice inquired.

Lightning flashed, engulfing the room in a ghostly white light for a split second. Bakura's mind raced for an explanation.

Leave. Now.

"I-- I have to go," Bakura answered, standing. "I'm grateful for your hospitality, Yugi." He approached the door, but a hand grabbed his wrist.

"Whoa, hang on there," Jounouchi's voice intervened. "What's going on with you?"

"Bakura, what're you hiding from us?" Yugi's voice asked.

"Please, let go of me," Bakura said, trying to pull his wrist from Jounouchi's grasp, but the blonde held tight.

"Not till you tell us what's wrong," Jounouchi's voice responded. "Come on, Bakura. We're your friends. You can tell us."

Bakura pulled a bit more on his wrist. "It's nothing, really. I just need to get home now, all right?" Bakura's mind was in a state of panic. His Yami was growing more irritated by the moment and he feared what he might do to him or to his friends. He pulled again, this time with more force and was able to free his wrist from Jounouchi's grasp.

"Bakura, we're worried about you," Anzu's voice said.

"Is it… Is it the Spirit of the Millennium Ring?" Yugi's voice inquired.

Bakura felt his body drift away from him, pushing his mind behind it. His Yami had taken over, and Bakura silently pleaded for him not to harm his friends.

"It has nothing to do with him," the Spirit told the other teens in the room. "Now may I leave or am I being held prisoner here?"

There was a pause. Then it was Yami Yugi's voice that said, "You're not Bakura."

Lightning flashed and Yami Bakura grasped the door handle, pulling the door open. Jounouchi reached to grab his arm, but the Millennium Ring shimmered dangerously and he pulled back. Before any of the others could say anything more, the Spirit left them, walking down the stairs and out the front door into the pouring rain once again. As he stepped out, he released control of Bakura's body and let the young boy take over again.

Yami, Bakura ventured. You forgot my umbrella.

You are not to return to that building. Now get home.

Bakura sighed. Yes, Yami. He made his way down the sidewalk, shivering against the cold wind and rain. By the time he reached his home he was drenched and chilled. He found that the power had gone off in his house as well, and he walked up the stairs to his room in total darkness. He removed his soaking clothes, the fabric sticking to his trembling skin. As he reached to the dresser for dry clothes, the Spirit of the Millennium Ring seized his hand and pressed him against the wall.

"Yami…" Bakura cried out frantically. "What are you…?"

"Those friends of yours are too inquisitive," the Spirit snarled. "You are not to converse with them again."

Bakura drew back. "That's hardly fair, Yami. They're just concerned about me is all."

"They need not be concerned about you," the Spirit replied. "You belong to me. I am the one who will be concerned with you. You will not interact with them again."

"But Yami," Bakura protested softly. "They're my friends. I-- I don't want to lose them."

"You will do as I say."

Bakura trembled. "I can't do that, Yami. I can't abandon my friends after I've worried them so."

A wave of heat emanated from his Yami's transparent body. "You dare defy me?" he growled viciously.

Bakura fell silent, his throat suddenly dry. The anger his Yami felt was evident in his eyes, those dark and cold orbs now flaming with rage. The young boy avoided his gaze, biting his lower lip in fear. He had never seen the Spirit as angry as he was now.

"You are beginning to forget your place," the Spirit went on. "It seems I will have to remind you of it."

Fear thudded in Bakura's chest. "No, please Yami…" Even as he spoke the room around him faded away, the solid walls replaced by shadowed images of themselves. Bakura's breath caught in his throat, his fear inhibiting his ability to breathe. He trembled visibly and looked around, his Yami having vanished in the transition of the room. He held the sides of his body and lowered himself to his knees, his exposed skin frightfully cold against the darkness and emptiness of the Shadow Realm. He crouched there for a moment until he felt two hands run up his back, nails gently grazing his pale skin. He turned finding a woman standing there-- A blue skinned woman with very cold and empty eyes glaring down at him as her hands explored his back until they reached his neck. Bakura tensed, feeling her fingers wrapping around his throat and squeezing slightly. He began to pull away, but her hands went immediately to his shoulders and pulled him around to face her.

"Who-- Who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling. Her empty eyes stared through him, drilling a whole straight through his mind. Bakura found his breathing accelerated, his mouth dry and his throat tight. The woman touched his bare chest, following the lines of his muscles down to his lower abdomen. Bakura shivered against her cold touch and again tried to pull away, but found that his body would not respond to his commands. He was helpless to fall on his back when the woman pushed him down and kneeled down before him. She kissed him then, her lips shooting an icy pain throughout his body. He flinched, feeling her tongue licking at the roof of his mouth as her hands traveled yet lower to his thighs.

"Please, don't…" Bakura protested, turning his head away, though the rest of his body still refused to respond to him. She did not respond either, as her right hand found his hardening member, taking it with an icy grasp. Bakura's breath caught in his throat and he choked against it as he felt her hand caressing him, his body responding more to her than to him. Continuing her unwanted motions, she licked at Bakura's chin, then at his neck as she traveled down his body to his chest. Bakura bit his lip, fighting against the compulsion to cry out as her tongue lapped at his nipple. He let out his held breath, his body shuddering against her motions and touch. Her fingers wrapped around his cock as her hand moved up and down the shaft, sending waves of forbidden pleasure flowing through the boy's body. Her other hand found his jaw bone and began caressing it as well, her long fingers cold against his heating flesh. The digits inserted themselves in his mouth, playing at his tongue. He moaned from the unwanted pleasure, tears beginning to sting the back of his eyes. He breathed against the invading fingers, his cock being coaxed into release. As her motions increased in speed and pressure, he moved his head away from her curious fingers in time to give a strangled cry as his orgasm came, spilling onto her icy cold hand before she took it away. Bakura gasped, attempting to catch his breath when her other hand came to his mouth, dripping his seed onto his chin. He whined in protest, though he was feeling too weak from the previous experience to pull away from her.

"Are you enjoying yourself, boy?"

Bakura opened his eyes and looked above him to find the Spirit of the Millennium Ring standing there. His eyes were just as cold and empty as the strange woman's, but the fire behind them was more intense than any Bakura had remembered seeing there before.

"Yami, please make it stop," Bakura pleaded, his tears threatening to fall.

The Spirit regarded him coldly. "No, you're not done yet." He turned to the blue woman and gestured for her to back up. "You may do what you wish, Dark Necrophia," he said before straddling Bakura's chest. The young boy grunted against his weight and tried to adjust himself, but he still could not move. The Spirit began unfastening the front of his pants and exposed his already hardening member to the boy. Bakura closed his eyes and turned his head, but the Spirit seized a handful of his white locks and pulled him back to face him. "Take me," the Spirit instructed. "Take me in your mouth."

Hesitantly, Bakura opened his mouth and allowed his Yami to insert his cock in. The taste of the Spirit was all too familiar to the boy, and he instinctly began licking the head of his member with this tongue. The Ring Spirit made a satisfied sound before positioning himself farther up on Bakura's chest, pushing himself farther into the boy's mouth. Bakura knew better than to protest and instead continued the motions with his tongue, feeling his Yami tense up against him. After a few moments of this, Bakura suddenly felt his own shaft engulfed in a moist but cold mouth. Though he could not see her past his Yami, Bakura knew from the coldness of her touch that the Dark Necrophia had taken his member in her mouth and was moving it about with her tongue. Bakura's flesh once again became heated, his cheeks flushed red and his breathing increasing. Despite the frigid pleasure she was bestowing on him, he forced himself to concentrate on his Yami, the way he was moving against his motions and the slight noises he was making. He felt a hand brush against the back of his head, fingers wrapping around his soft white locks.

"Good boy," the Spirit moaned against him. "Keep it up."

Bakura complied, though the frozen mouth of the Dark Necrophia distracted him and made his body shiver with warmth. He felt himself approaching orgasm, and the accelerated movements of the Spirit on top of him told him that his Yami was as well. He began applying more pressure to the enlarged member, his tongue pressing harder on the flesh, his lips grasping more against the shaft. It was only a matter of moments later until the hot seed of his Yami came into his mouth, the taste of the Spirit's essence pouring into him. His Yami grunted in satisfaction and pulled himself out, leaning backwards slightly just as the Dark Necrophia engulfed his entire shaft in her mouth. Bakura cried out as his orgasm came, arching his back as the control over his body returned.

"Yami…" he whispered, his breath coming in short gasps. He closed his eyes until he caught in breath. He slowly opened his eyes, staring up at the dark ceiling with clouded vision. He felt the floor beneath his exposed skin, saw the walls solidify around him. The rapid rise and fall of his chest slowed, eventually returning to normal.

"Have you learned your lesson?" the voice of the Spirit of the Millennium Ring hissed before him. "Will you defy me again?"

Bakura sobbed harshly. "Yes, I've learned my lesson," he gasped. "I will never defy you again." The tears fell from his eyes, falling onto the floor beside him. His Yami placed his hand on the boy's forehead, rustling his fingers though the white bangs.

"Good boy."

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The End.