Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Internal Scars ❯ How It Is Now ( Chapter 1 )
Author's Notes: Okie dokie…a year and a half later I finally get my lazy butt off the ground to write and guess what?!? I have a zillion angsty stories planned for you people!!! And all based on Yu-Gi-Oh! Ok…please don't groan or moan or chuck tomatoes at me because I promise I'll make them good ok? Is that a deal?! Gooooood….
Well whadaya know? My fav characters are Malik, Marik (Yami), Ryou and Bakura. Which means they are gonna be the main characters in most of my stories, which also means they're the ones that are gonna go through hell!
The four guys: *groans, moans and chucks tomatoes at her*
GAH!!!!!!!!! I thought I made a deal for that not to happen!!! *crawls away on a laptop so they can't kill my desktop ><* Anyways, I'm gonna start writing now and I hope my inspiration doesn't quit on me!
Bakura: I hope it DOES quit…
-_-;;; Oh by the way, people who like angst involving Ryou, go see Ryou-Bakura1's stories. WOW she's good!!!! I've read literally all of hers and too lazy to review…oh I'm such a bad reader…*hits self* But if you like my stories, then read hers! Ok? Ok!
On with the show!
Typical summary: Bakura has hated the Pharaoh for many millennia as everyone knows, and everyone also knew the reason for this was because the Pharaoh's father slaughtered his village. However, Ryou often wondered how could Bakura hold a grudge against Yami when it was his father who did the horrible deed? That's because there was more to Bakura's past than everyone thought. *Rape* Yaoi, and Violence. If I'm feeling nice, I'll add Fluff too.
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Bakura stroked Ryou's soft white hair, watching the small sleeping form lying on their bed in the dimmed room. The sun had just set and already the little hikari has fallen asleep. Leaving his side Bakura went to gather Ryou's schoolbooks off the bed and set them on the counter, "The dear just works himself a little too hard," Bakura thought to himself as he returned to Ryou and tucked him into the blankets. His lighter half shifted, sighed, and then turned over, tightening the blankets around him til they hugged his figure.
Smiling to himself Bakura left the room and headed downstairs for a drink. It was far too early to turn in just yet, but he wasn't in the mood to torment anyone either; he just felt like sitting down with a good drink and doing nothing. Except reflect. He began to think over a past conversation he had with his sweet lover a few months back.
"Bakura?" Ryou laid down as Bakura climbed in the bed with him and gathered him into his arms.
"Yes Hikari-chan?"
"Can I ask you a question?" Ryou was looking nervously down; Bakura wondered if he was twiddling his thumbs from under the blanket.
"Of course you can, why would you ask?" He replied, trying to reassure the other it was alright.
"It's just a little personal…"
Bakura let loose a bark of laughter, "Personal? Darling, you and I share our minds and soul, what could get more personal between us?"
"Well…" Ryou curled up tightly in Bakura's arms, tucking his head under his darker side's chin as if to make sure he won't have eye contact when he speaks, "I just want to know…more…about your past, that's all…I know why you hate Yami so much, because his father destroyed your village," he paused a bit when Bakura tensed, "But…why hate him? His father was the one who killed everyone…not him."
Just hearing the story told made Bakura seethe, but he held it all back; Ryou meant no harm, "I have my reasons."
Ryou began to whine, "Why must you hide this reason from me though?"
Bakura rubbed his white haired lover affectionately on the head, "Because you don't need to know, it's nothing important, really; maybe I shouldn't be mad at him at all."
Pouting at the fact that Bakura avoided his question, Ryou curled up against Bakura again and went to sleep, deciding not to push his lover further on the issue just yet. He'll tell when he's ready.
Sighing with relief Bakura closed his eyes too, but not before thinking, "Oh I have plenty of reasons to hate him."
Ryou never brought the subject up again and Bakura, true to his word, acted cooler around Ryou's friends. He didn't gain all of their friendships, but at least he's getting a little more trust and respect, not just the cold shoulder and occasional insult or promise to banish him into the dark again. Yami was suspicious at first like usual, the bastard, but a little talk from Yugi and he simmered down. Of course, Bakura pulled this huge stunt for Ryou just to keep him from worrying further about the issue, but he could tell that Ryou was suspecting something but has decided to keep quiet about it. To tell the truth, Bakura doesn't mind Ryou's friends all that much anymore. Yugi actually speaks to him as if he were a normal human being; Joey, being Yugi's best friend, soon followed suit and they actually had a few good laughs together about beating up people as they've both been in fights. Tristan didn't take it too well that Joey befriended the former enemy but like Tea, they both just kept quiet. That's just fine by him; all that matters is that he doesn't need to slink around anymore.
But that bastard, Yami. Bakura often let loose many insults about him to Marik when they were alone. Marik wasn't a fool; he could easily tell that Bakura still strongly disliked Yami, despite all his attempts to hide it. When Malik befriended Yugi and company, Bakura had no one else to vent to; but if chance could have it, Bakura accidentally dragged the Egyptian boy's Yami out of the Shadow Realm when he was in it one time. It seemed that the darkness has simmered Marik down a bit, and he was actually gracious that that Bakura helped him out. It took a while to convince Malik that his darker side wasn't going to kill anyone anymore, but in the end, he was allowed to stay. After more personal talks Malik realized that it WAS loneliness after all that drove his other off his rocker.
Bakura now enjoys his company, hell they could even be best friends. Marik hasn't questioned Bakura yet for the reason why he hates the Pharaoh but he does listen when the tomb robber rambles insults about him; it helps make Bakura feel better and it helps Marik with his vocabulary of insults.
It has been a good four and a half months, and Bakura can still tolerate Yami's ugly face; but he was worried that Ryou would ask the question again. It was a good thing that Yami forgot the majority of his past, and he hoped that he won't remember it anytime soon. What he did was unforgivable, and if Ryou hasn't pleaded against him, he would have killed that son of a bitch already. There has only been one good thing the asshole's ever done, and that was sealing him inside the ring. As a result, he met dear, sweet little Ryou Bakura. Their first meetings were quite horrid, the beatings Bakura gave, the insults he slung at the hikari and many other things. However, when Ryou reached into the realm of darkness and pulled him back out because he missed his darker self; Bakura realized how much he actually cared for his other.
But that was all the good Yami has ever done, and even that wasn't exactly done by his own will either; the scars on Bakura's face may be gone now that he has a new body, but the scars left inside of him are still there, fresh as if they have been cut yesterday, and those scars will never close as long as Yami still exists.
Bakura woke up the next day on the floor, "Shit," he muttered, realizing he must have passed out on the couch last night. The sun was midway up. Shielding his eyes he stood up and staggered back up the stairs to the room he shared with Ryou. Bakura opened the door quietly, seeing a fluff of white over the blankets and a little lump that rose and fell steadily; his little angel was still asleep. Quietly Bakura went into the bathroom to wash his face. As he stared at himself in the mirror, he began to look at the differences this and the old body had. Gone was brown skin and scars; instead there is the pale skin that Ryou also has, and because Ryou never had scars on his face, nor does he. He looked much younger; he forgot how old he was when he was sealed inside the ring but he knew he wasn't 16 but at least in his late teens, or maybe even early twenties. This new body was frail, much weaker than his old body, which was tough and strong from his hard days of the past; Bakura still knew how to use it, however, as he still was stronger than Ryou, not that he ever used his strength against him again after Ryou saved him from the dark.
As he stared into the mirror longer, he could almost see himself again, the stone hard face staring back at him. The tan skin, weathered by the sun; the cold, gleaming blue eyes and the 3 long scars that ran down the right side of his face, a long one crossed with two shorter ones, inflicted upon him when…
Shaking his head violently Bakura turned on the cold water at full power and stuck his head into it, trying to freeze the thoughts or at least wash them away. Such events were the past and he wants to forget them. Why couldn't he have forgotten his past like Yami had and enjoy a peaceful life with Ryou; another reason to hate the bastard, for being able to forget when he can't.
The wild haired youth gave a short gasp when a warm weight was pressed on his back as Ryou leaned over his and wrapped his arms around his waist, clinging on dearly. Standing straight Bakura turned off the faucet and turned to his lover, "Did I wake you?"
Ryou shook his head, "No the sun did, but the fact that your side of the bed didn't seem ruffled was what really woke me up."
Bakura stroked his hikari's face gently, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep on the couch last night."
"You didn't get drunk again did you?"
"Not since you got rid of my entire stash of beer," Bakura pressed his forehead against Ryou's, "Are you saying I'm allowed to drink again?"
Ryou tried to give Bakura a stern look, which only made the thief laugh, "No you're not allowed to drink."
"Damn," Bakura messed Ryou's hair, "I thought I was going to get away with it this time."
The smaller boy squeaked slightly then nudged Bakura aside to get to the sink, "You shouldn't think that much at night either, it makes my sleep uneasy." In between splashes of water to his face Ryou added, "We do share a link after all."
"It's not my fault that you sleep earlier than I do," Bakura eyed Ryou's bent over body, his round behind pushed back and stood out, tempting him.
Before Ryou knew it, he gave a loud squeal when Bakura grabbed his buttocks, causing him to snap straight. Bakura was pressing on him in an instant, pressing kisses upon the nape of his smaller lover's neck while easily sliding one hand around to feel the bulge between his pants.
Ryou's cheeks grew hot and he let out a small gasp, his legs beginning to betray him he clung onto the sink for support, "Bakura…please…"
"What darling?" Bakura teased as he slid his hand from Ryou's member to stroke his inner thigh.
Ryou writhed for Bakura's hand, "Don't stop."
That request was more than enough to drive Bakura into frenzy. Slipping Ryou's cotton night shirt off was no problem, nor did the pants of boxers stand much of a chance. In less than a minute Ryou was completely nude, on his knees, clinging to the sink for support and begging for Bakura's touch.
Bakura worked slowly, taking in his lover's exotic body, the way the skin flushed, the way his back arched, the way his lips moved, he just loved every single detail of it. Letting his hands leave Ryou's hips he drifted them upward, running his fingers lightly over his taut stomach, brushing lightly over his erect nipples and up to caress his hot and flushed face.
"Bakura…please…" Ryou began to beg again, "Don't tease me like this."
Grinning Bakura licked the hikari's neck then blew on it, "But I won't have you til you're lush and ready." Sliding his hands lazily back down Bakura expertly began to toy with Ryou's nipples, gently rubbing the nubs between his fingers and flicking them ever to slightly that the other boy moaned and cried, arching his head back to fit into the crook of Bakura's neck. Turning his head slightly the tomb robber kissed Ryou's pink cheek, "I think you're lush enough." Reaching up above their heads Bakura turned the cold water on, wetting his hand for a rough lubricant. Quickly turning the faucet off Bakura reached down and slid one wet finger inside Ryou's tight core.
Ryou gasped, rising up on his knees to get better accustomed to the feeling.
Bakura stroked Ryou's tush lightly to ease the muscles as he inserted another finger, pushing in a bit deeper to stretch the opening. Finally a third was inserted, Bakura moved slowly at first, helping Ryou get used to the friction, but soon he was pounding his fingers into his opening at a dizzying speed. Ryou's pleas to continue and the feeling of the cold water against the hot friction was too much for Bakura; he pushed deeper and brushed the soft tissue deep inside that brought Ryou to ecstasy, crying out in pure bliss.
"Bakura…please…take me…please…" Ryou's head was still rested back on Bakura's shoulder and he was begging through kisses to his other's jaw, "please…"
Bakura leaned down and pressed his lips against the soft ones beckoning to him, letting his tongue slip into Ryou's willing, open mouth, stroking the boy's tongue with his as he withdrew his fingers. Still kissing Ryou Bakura struggled out of his pants and undergarments; prodding for a bit as he wasn't looking, Bakura found Ryou's tight opening and pushed in. His lighter half broke off the kiss to gasp loudly and choke back a small sob as he arched again.
Bakura reached out and placed one hand over Ryou's erected length while he other hand supported his body, "Hush, relax…" he eased himself slowly out of his hikari's tight core then pushed slowly back in, all the time stroking Ryou's erection.
Ryou's breathing became labored as he pushed back against Bakura, letting the other enter him at a quicker pace, "It's ok…please…don't stop…don't wait…"
Encouraged by Ryou's small bold act Bakura began to speed up his movements, bucking in and out of the smaller boy while moving his fingers expertly around his member, stroking up and down and occasionally brushing against the velvety sacs sitting at the base.
Ryou's head fell forward, pressing his forehead against the cool sink for more support as his body jostled from the poundings. He felt Bakura's warm breath whisper into his ear, "Come for me." His world exploded, his vision going bright white as he spilled into his yami's hand. The constriction of his opening caught Bakura by surprise and with a loud gasp he released into Ryou.
Ryou clung onto the rim of the sink tighter as Bakura fell forward against his back, breathing heavily. Bakura's hand cupped Ryou's release in his hand and bringing it back he smeared it on his lover's back. Eying it hungrily Bakura leaned down, licking the sticky white substance of Ryou's soft skin.
Ryou moaned softly, the saliva trail left on his back heated quickly from the electric air around them. When Bakura finished with his meal his lighter form turned to face him, to realize that he already was fully clothed again. Ryou pouted angrily as Bakura took him into his arms, "You always seem too eager to leave once you're done with me."
Bakura smoothly replied with his practiced excuse, "No, I am just too eager to have you again so I dress before I do anything else."
Ryou didn't seem extremely satisfied with the response but let it drop as Bakura plopped him on the floor of the bathtub and started the warm water.
"Get yourself washed Hikari-chan, then we'll head out to eat," Bakura kissed him on the forehead before stepping out, leaving Ryou to his privacy. He leaned against the wall outside; listening to Ryou's dragging movements as he began to wash himself. Then he heard a sniff. Bakura's heart split in two as he heard Ryou beginning to sob to himself inside the bathroom.
"Bakura…why are you hiding from me? I just want to be with you, that's all…I just want to love you…" Ryou's words were muffled as water splashed.
The tomb robber slid to the floor and buried his face into his hands. WHY was he so scared to tell Ryou the truth? Was he afraid that Ryou wouldn't believe him? Was he afraid that Ryou will become disgusted? All those were what he thought. In the end, he WAS scared of what will happen if he told. But hiding the truth is hurting Ryou deeply, especially when Bakura never lets the other see him undressed at all since they met. At first Ryou thought that his darker self was just shy but after many nights of love making, Bakura could tell that Ryou suspected otherwise, and it was not the reason what Bakura had either.
"I love you Ryou…but…" Bakura spoke the words to himself, almost wishing that Ryou could hear him on the other side, "After that night…what happened…I can't…"
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Author: MWAHAHAHA!!!! My first chapter! And my first Yaoi lemon either! Ooooo I'm scared to read over it in case it sounds too cheesy… maybe I will later…
Bakura: AHHHHHHHHH!!!! I act like such a wussy! You screwed my character up!
Author: Shut up! *boink boink boink boink*
Bakura: OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!!!
Author: That's what you get for insulting my writing skills! Besides, I wanna see the seme got uke for once.
Ryou: And the uke go ultimately uke…. ><
Author: But it's cute!!!! AWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! *jumps Ryou*
Ryou: O.O
Bakura: Hey!!!
Author: Fine fine…you can have him *jealous jealous* why couldn't you guys become bisexuals or something?
Bakura: O.o NO!!! I didn't scream because I was jealous! I screamed just because he's my hikari and I have to protect him!
Author: *Hopeful eyes* you mean if I'm gentle I can jump him?
Bakura: Yep.
Ryou: Some help you are!
Author: YAY!!!!!!!!!!
Ryou: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Please review! Constructive criticism is allowed, but I'll roast Bakura's raw steaks over the flames.
Bakura: NO!!! Not my steaks!
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