Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Inner Struggle ❯ illusion of warmth ( Chapter 5 )

Inner Struggle

Author's Notes: ……

Disclaimers: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, I only own this fic and my little cat Yoshi! Awww *hugs Yoshi

Part 5

The shadow advanced closer to me. Flames of fury glowed in his narrow sinister eyes. Sweat drops dripped on the side of his cheek. I can hear the harsh tone in his breath. His eyes examined my soak damp wet body.

My hair hung loose on my face. My legs were shivering in fear as I backed up to the wall. He slowly advanced toward me. His hot sweaty body pressed against my fragile body. He lowered his head; I could smell the strong odor of alcohol and liquor in his breath.

"Love, is just a minor illusion distracting you from the harsh reality of hate," he whispered as his hands start to roam under my damp uniform. His fingers played with my pale chest. Sensitive tingles reacted in my body, and a bright red blush spread across my cheek. He lifted my chin until our eyes met, only inches apart.

"Love is a weakness hikari, I won't fall for such a weakness," He whispered. Tears dripped on the side on my cheek, his fingers gripped on to my chin tighter, "So beautiful… so fragile…. Can be broken so easily."

He pulled me into a rough kiss, I gasped for air, but he took advantage and pushed his tongue into my mouth. He moaned deeply enjoying the pleasures swirling in our mouths.

Bakura slipped the tongue out of my mouth, and backed up away from me. I was able to relax, and let my tensions cool down. But his arms yanked me and held me off the ground, one hand supporting my back, the other holding my knees. My yami cradled me in his arms, and dashed over to my bedroom. I guess I did something really bad…

He entered my room, walking across the blood stained rug and empty liquor bottles. Rain continues to hit the window in a continuous rhythm. He threw me on the blood stained bed, the yami crawled over to my shaken body.

His hand found their way to my pants; they tore the soak clothes that hung dearly to my pale skin. His other slipped from underneath my uniform, playing and pinching my chest.

I continue to blush brightly under his touch, but I tried to stare away. I felt a large slap go across my face, the stinging pain causing me to yelp. "Look at me baka hikari!" He yelled, as he prepared another slap. Holding my bruised slap mark, I slowly faced his direction; my eyes were red from a shed of tear.

His rough yet gentle fingers held my chin up to his face, "Fear, your eyes show lots of fear, you're scared, afraid… and what are you so afraid of?" He asked with his seductive sly voice.

I continue to stare, gulping, not knowing what to say, what am I afraid of? Am I really scared of my own yami? Bakura can be scary, unpredictable at times, and very devious. If I'm so scared of my own yami, why do I still love him?

I looked up at the demon's eyes, "Bakura… I'm afraid… that'd you never love me," My soft chocolate eyes gave a worried look, afraid of his reaction. He never reacts too well with words. I felt another slap come across my face.

"I don't believe in the whole love bullshit crap!" he screamed, he backed up to my legs, and positioned himself between my two wounded legs. "But I do believe one must be the master while the other suffer," he smirked.

My eyes widen as Bakura entered me violently. Bakura moaned in pleasure as he moved in and out of my weakening body. My hands clenched on the dirty bed sheets and pillows as I screamed in pain. His hands played with my member as he continues to thrusts in me. My mind was pleading to my yami to stop.

What seemed like forever finally ended when my yami collapsed on top of me. I breathed heavenly as my chest heaved up and down. I closed my tired eyelids and tried to sleep the pain away.

Before I fell into a deep slumber, I heard a voice… it echoed in my mind, or was it real? The voice whispered, "You… just don't understand… you can't love me…"

Deep inside, I feel like an empty glass, a dirty broken stained glass, feeling so empty, looking for someone to share my heart with. Oh Bakura, why can't you love me? What is it that I don't understand? Is it because I'm a weakling? Is it because your heart is once shattered? Or is it because we're both halves? Light and dark, one of the same.

Your thoughts are bobbled up in that mind of yours, you never let me hear what you think, how you feel, only to leash out the anger that escapes through the palm of your fists. I sniffled silently and let the droplets roll off my face.

My mind snapped back to reality as I felt a hand caressing my face, wiping a tear off my sniffling eyes. That touch… was gentle; it was warm, oh that warmth, if only I can feel it again. I stiffened as I felt those fingers leave my shattered face.

I heard the footsteps fading away, leaving me here, alone. I peeked one of my eyes open, only to see the shadowy figure shut the door behind him. The dark room made it impossible to see him. My tired eyes forced my eyes shut, and my mind dozed off into a hazy dream. Bakura…. I need you…

- *Runs around* I have no idea if this is good! I was trying to be a bit more angsty, even if I'm not much of an angsty person myself! Gee, I'm acting like this is an essay I'll have to turn in… *ahem* I hope you enjoy this weird chapter of Inner Struggle! If you have any suggestions, I'll listen, I still deciding my next chapter… =^_^=