Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Illusions of Desire ❯ Revelations ( Chapter 4 )

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Illusions of Desire

Chapter 4: Revelations

Disclaimer: …If I owned the series, do you really think this would be a fanfic??

Warning: nothing much. Just talking of rape, violence, language… But that's already been there now hasn't it?

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They had had to sedate Yuugi to calm the boy.

The moment he had sat up- starting the shit out of Jouno in the process- he had been hell bent on getting out of the hospital. If it said anything about the little guy and his sporadic shows of sudden strength to rival any grown man, Yuugi had somehow managed to get past his blond friend and made it halfway to the door before the pain forced him to his knees. He had tried, honestly so, several times to rise and continue his increasingly futile mission, before he sort of just broke down into sobs. Jounouchi, having regained his senses shortly after Yuugi bitterly gave in (Yuugi had knocked him into a post at the end of the bed somehow), wrapped his arms around the boy, and pulled him to him, allowing him to use his shoulder as something to cry on.

When Yuugi had fallen into a state somewhere between the world of the sandman and the world of the awake, Jouno had tried to get him to willingly take something to ease his pain and allow him sleep, he'd refused and tried to get up again. The blond had decided about this point, that he had had enough and called a doctor in. He knew Yuugi hated him terribly for it. The triple-color haired boy had made sure to glare all through the shot and well into the time it took for the lite sedative to take hold, but he could see no other way to keep Yuugi from injuring himself further.

Now though, he wasn't sure if Yuugi was better off. The boy shifted every-now-and-then, tossing his head to the side, or a pained expression would creep up and take hold of his expression, lost in whatever nightmare he was trapped in. A few times he had distinctly heard him whimper, or perhaps murmur, out the name of the missing other half of his soul.

In the silence between Yuugi's pained noises, Jouno was left with little to do but think. Now, while this wasn't something that was going to make his head explode, or some such, like the others like to tease, he didn't do much in-depth thinking. The times he did, revealed he wasn't as much of an idiot as he allowed himself to act, though he was no genius either. The idea he had been mulling over in his mind was a probable cause for all the blood he had seen but no one could explain. Somewhere in his musings it lead him to think of a book had had chanced up a few years ago, and although he couldn't fathom why he picked it up, he nevertheless picked it up and read it.

It was a book on rape and it effects on the victims, both physical and mental and how to take steps in over coming it. Threw some morbid curiosity he could probably be blamed for picking up the book in the first place, he had flipped to the effect on males. Though it didn't go very deep into the subject, the author was a male himself and had most likely unconsciously shied away from the idea, there was enough there to suggest that the rape could cause serious damage to a male, not that it didn't to a female, but with men there was only one of a couple places to shove it, it could cause there to be a serious amount of bleeding and tearing.

Jouno's eyes widened slightly as the thought occurred to him. The blood had come from the anal area, just like that of a raped male. But this made little sense to him and he frowned deeply, the gears turning in his head. Yuugi hadn't been raped, that much the doctors could ever-so-happily tell him and Ryou when they'd brought Yuugi in. But then where had the blood come from and why was Yuugi suffering.

Perhaps a part his mind, his subconscious had already come to the elusive answer, for suddenly a voice whispered in the back of his mind: What about Yuugi and Yami's link? He paused here, fully pulling this thought out into the open and adding it to his mulling, though it little sense to him. To suggest that the blood came from a result of something to do with the bond would be like suggesting...

Then, as if the final piece had been added to a puzzle, Jouno saw the answer with blinding clarity.

And quite frankly he felt like he was going to be sick.

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It was not everyday that Bakura went out and traveled the city. Usually the only was he could so much as be dragged from the ring, let alone from bed, was with the promise that it'd be well worth the effort. Or that one time he had accidentally drank a little too much and had come to his senses just before the first drop of a rather loopy and fast roller coaster, which had "mysteriously" been destroyed during the closed hours of the night. (He would be well fried in Hell before he so much as mentioned that he'd been on a rollercoaster, let alone what had gone on during that ride, thank you very much!)

However, this time he was on a mission of sorts he never really expected himself to be on. Finding the missing pharaoh- ex-pharaoh, he reminded himself automatically- who had been abducted little more then ten feet away from him. He had to admit, it was rather obvious why he hadn't noticed, but still, even drunk he prided himself on being somewhat in tune with what was going on. He could tell you where the cute little red-head that had been brave- foolish?- enough to flirt with him had gone, and you really didn't want him to tell what the weird chick, Ibi had done with a drunk who had had the audacity to accuse of him of having an 'fe' in his gender, but somehow he had totally missed what had happened to the petite duelist after he had left him to the mercy of the dark-skinned idiot he called his friend and the blond- hey, one of the two boys he was about to insult was his well desired lover, so he at least deserved something a little better than 'idiot'.

He was pulled from his thoughts as, finally one of the prongs of Millennium Ring lifted and strongly tugged him in the desired direction. This was the first time Bakura's Ring had gotten a fix that lasted more than a moment and didn't just give him a general direction to go in, all of which had been in different directions, once in had even pointed up when he'd been in the middle of a park where there was nothing to go up to. (Just on a whim, he had looked up, but all he'd seen was a cloudy sky. Later he'd berated himself for even considering the notion.) It probably didn't help that the ring he was using wasn't the real Ring, and just a copy, like the missing yami's puzzle wasn't the real one.

The Ring led him down a steady path south-east bound. Several times he had had to find a way around some groups of buildings. One or two of those times he nearly destroyed a building and he swore that if he hadn't spotted that alley when he did he would have decimated one particular set of buildings...

Finally it lead him back near the park where it had suddenly began to work, and nearly choking when it was all-to-happy to point up. And it seemed it wanted to be stubborn again, for it was stubbornly pointing up again (And no amount of curses and threats of being destroyed could change its mind, though that last one was rather colorful it thought...).

Just when Bakura was about to carry out his threat of destruction on the accursed item, when the first break in the clouds parted for the first time that day and sunshine poured through- along with a large shadow. Curious, Bakura looked up, and then started. There was a blimp above him! It was in that moment a thought occurred to him. Before, when the Ring had been pointing up, it must have been pointing at the blimp! Indeed, the ring was practically singing at having found the elusive source of the Sennen Puzzle signal.

But, Bakura thought, staring up at the blimp with an unreadable expression, why would baka-pharaoh be doing on a blimp? It was then he caught a glimpse of it, just before the blimp disappeared again: Kaiba Corp.

Bakura almost had a fit. Almost.

What the hell was that baka-pharaoh doing on Kaiba's blimp when his aibou and everyone else were nearly having kittens over his disappearance?? He scowled, his face turning dark with his anger. He was most likely up there beating the crap out of that arrogant bastard by the name of Kaiba, in an even more arrogant way. He could almost see those ruby-red eyes sparkling in triumph as he executed whatever impossible plan only the King of Games himself could pull off...

He nearly 'hmph'ed as he stalked off in the direction of the hospital, where he could tell that pathetic Hikari what his precious Yami was up to and he could plan how to get back at the baka-pharaoh for all his trouble.

But there are no wounds on Mr. Mutou Yuugi's body that will explain the amount of blood...

Bakura halted as the doctors words came to mind. He hadn't really been listening to the strange man in the even stranger outfit, but these words had caught his attention because of their unexplainable nature. If Yuugi didn't have a wound, why had there been blood?

Slowly, he turned back to the spot where he had spotted the blimp, turning the words over in his head. What would cause there to be pain and blood if there was no wound...?

A memory tugged at his mind, and without thinking he allowed himself to be momentarily lost in it...

//It was the first time he had separated from his aibou. It had happened really by accident. Without really meaning to, in his sure will and desire to stop Bakura, Ryou had actually separated Bakura from himself. Both had been rather surprised by it. Really, it's not every day you find yourself face-to-face with the other half of your soul, one side already being dead even...

After he had recovered himself, Bakura had taken his anger out on Ryou for daring to defy, knocking the softer half of the two unconscious before stalking out the door to enjoy his new found freedom.

Along the way he had decided to checkout what was interesting in the city called Domino City. By day it seemed dull and boring, but by night, if you were in the right part of town one would quickly discover that Domino City thrived like it never did when the bright orb called the sun was around. This was how he also discovered a 'Night Club'. It was rather similar to some of the taverns he had passed through back when he was alive, but the skimpy outfits of the women, and the almost numbingly strong drinks, were defiantly new. The first new thing wasn't so well like, Bakura being one who leaned towards adults with only four/three letters in their gender, but the drinks were a match made in heaven.

However, after his fifth drink of something called 'beer', he was becoming fairly drunk, and he quickly learned that interesting things happened when he was drunk.

Some most likely desperate sap had decided in his drunken-high (he had some 'pot'- he'd discovered the name later on- in his hand) state of mind, that Bakura was a 'cute, little lady that needed to be swooned'. Bakura was not amused in the least. What followed was the strangest, and most controversial, fight any of the witnesses, that had been sober enough at the time to remember, had ever seen. Some simply said the guy, who by the way had had a knife, was knocked out by a perfectly aimed punch to the face, before he cracked his head against a table causing the concussion and brain damage. Other would swear up and down, and even on their mother's grave that the white-haired teen's hand glowed before it made contact. Whether or not the last part was true or not, it had been made very clear that the next person who dared to call this 'Bakura' teen 'cute', 'little', or a 'girl' would never wake up to regret it.

As the tension from the fight slowly died down, and people forgot about it and moved onto whatever caught there attention, the white-haired thief of Ancient Egypt slipped out of the bar and decided he'd had enough of the outside world and was ready to return to the relative shelter of his three thousand prison: the Sennen Ring, though now that he was free of it, he was unsure if he really wanted to go back. What if this was all just a fluke, and he'd never get another chance at freedom?

He would have carried on with his thoughts if, by chance, so lost in his thoughts, he bumped into someone. Thankfully, the polite man would never know how close he came to finding his soul lost in the never-ending darkness of the Realm of Darkness. The only thing that distracted Bakura from destroying the man's soul was the searing agony that had shot though his side upon impact with the man. When Bakura withdrew the hand he had instinctively used to cover the wound, he had been slightly surprised to see blood. When had that happened...? Then he remembered: the man with the knife, he must have somehow managed to take a slice at of his side without his noticing, though he couldn't fathom how it happened. Oh well, the guy was most likely getting to know a monster of the Realm by now, so there was little he could do about it, though he did wish he could have dealt the perverted bastard a much more worse fate. Perhaps a go with one of his more dangerous monsters...

The wound, though it had caused Bakura much grief part of the way home, was completely healed and forgotten by the time he returned back to his host's home. The door, he found was wide open, just as he had left it, just like his other was exactly were he had fallen and hadn't moved since he'd left either, he noted in disgust. "Weakling," he spat, and made to return to his Ring.

Blood…

He blinked when he saw it. It was pooled around the ground around Ryou's side. Wait... His side... Ryou's side was had been bleeding... From a wound Bakura knew he hadn't caused or been the cause of... In fact if he didn't know any better, he'd say it was from the same wound he, himself, had received...//

Bakura snapped back to reality, a frightening intensity flashing in his eyes. Blood from wounds that don't exist... Blood from that area...

Then, similar to Jouno's sudden dawning, the answer became crystal clear in all it darkest and most horrifying ways.

Bakura wanted to murder someone.

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This is to anyone who gives a shit about this story. I'm really sorry I've been gone for… a long time. I had some serious writer's block, and then, when I was ready to write more my computer went to Hell- or at least it should have, the stupid piece of crap…

Anyway, I'm back for a while. I'll try to get the next chapter out. The only problem is I'm not the best when it comes to action scenes, so if someone could lend me a hand I'd be eternally grateful.

Well see on the flip side! I'm off to write the promised chapter of that half-forgotten Harry Pothead- er- Potter (j/k) story.