Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Internal Scars ❯ Those Who Never Knew ( Chapter 7 )

Author: Well I'm gonna take a short break off the fanfic challenge to update this one so my readers won't hate me...besides, vocal class is so boring right now...

Bakura: Damn, I was hoping you'd forget about this fic!

Author: You kidding? This is my most popular fic!

Bakura: T_T Why me....

Author: *pat pat* Don't put me on a guilt trip here. I'm actually happy for once! The sun is shining and spring is coming!

Bakura: Bah...

Author: Anyways, don't want to waste anymore time so enjoy this chapter people and please R&R!!!

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The rest of the day went without a hitch for Ryou. In fact, the boy was absolutely delighted that everything's back to normal. Though he still got the notion that Malik likes his yami, Ryou trusted the Egyptian teen not to cause them to break up; in addition he trusted that Bakura will not cheat on him. He's just happy that they are all friends again. As they walked home from school, Bakura popped out of the Ring again, sliding his hand into his hikari's as they walked.

"Had a good day, hikari-chan?" Bakura leaned in to kiss Ryou's neck.

The other boy giggled and blushed as the company turned to watch them, "Just fine...the same boring classes...thanks for saving my skin in gym though."

"My pleasure." During gym that day Ryou took a ball in the head from the class bully. Offering to take over, Bakura took over Ryou's body and proceeded to 'accidentally' miss the basketball net many times and strategically hitting the bully on the head. Jounouchi had found the situation extremely amusing. The same bulky teenager picked on Yugi many times as well, who Jounouchi takes care of afterwards outside of school; but he was impressed by Bakura's skill to beat that guy up inside of school without getting in trouble.

"Do you guys want to come to the Game Shop today? Grandpa's got a new shipment of games in and I got the extras; wanna come and play?"

"What?! I haven't even beaten your old one and you already got new games?"

Marik gazed at Bakura quizzically, "You have hobbies of terrorizing people, and you play video games?"

"Hey!" Bakura countered, "It's a great killing game!"

"Oh, well that's fine."

Malik sighed, "Do you two think of anything other than violence?"

"Yes, I think of Ryou naked," Bakura answered.

Ryou blushed a deep pink and buried his face into Bakura's shoulder, not noticing Malik's small hesitation in step.

Yugi watched this argument with great amusement, "I take it you guys are coming then."

The others nodded in agreement.

Yugi grinned at they changed direction towards his home. Then his face grew worried, and he fingered his puzzle; his Yami has been unusually quiet for the whole day, could it possibly be because of that energy surge at lunchtime?

"Yugi?" Ryou touched his arm, "You alright? You seem disturbed."

"Yea, in fact, you've been disturbed all day," Jounouchi added, "you even missed when I passed you the ball today, and I just tossed it."

"I'm fine," Yugi assured them, "it's just that...Yami was quiet all day since lunchtime. I'm wondering if that surge of energy was the reason."

"Well, it's not like I can infect it or something," Bakura countered, "the only way I could do that is if I was in the Ring. Whatever happened, it's not major. But that stuck up ass of a Pharaoh must be checking it out anyways."

"Bakura! I told you not to foul mouth Yami in front of Yugi!" Ryou glared at Bakura, who just shrugged.

"Well," Yugi raised his hands, "everyone's entitled to their own opinion."

They walked on, unknowing to what Yami was up to. Inside the puzzle, Yami was in that new room; experiencing again and again that bliss he has felt so many millennia ago.

"My Coke!" Jounouchi snapped the can from Honda, who had just taken the last from the fridge.

"Damn you Jounouchi! Give it back!"

The street teen just made a face before running out of the kitchen, with Honda in pursuit.

"Just don't spill or break anything!" Yugi called after them as he and Anzu carried snacks into the living room, where Bakura, Ryou, Malik and Marik were plastered in front of the TV, playing a team versus fighting game.

"Ok Yugi!" Jounouchi called before prancing into another room, "Come get it triangle head!"

"Don't diss my hair you asshole!" Honda bellowed.

Anzu sighed and set the bowl of chips on the coffee table, "Those two never grow up." She then pointed at the ground, "and nor do they." She avoided directing her finger at Bakura; one, because she still didn't like the tomb robber that much because she won't forget the evil he's done and because he bad mouths Yami all the time; two, because she's still a bit scared of him.

Malik threw down the controller as Bakura and Marik won again, "Dear Ra! This is unfair! You're putting us at a huge disadvantage with this fighting game!"

"Well you would have put us at a disadvantage if we played the motorcycle racing game," Marik drawled.

"So you decide to put us at a disadvantage? You know all the moves!"

"Your loss," Bakura shrugged, "Let's try again."

"Alright," Malik sighed in defeat, "Ryou, actually press some buttons this time!"

"But...I don't know what does what," Ryou whined.

"Just hit anything!"

"Ok ok..." Ryou said with uncertainty.

And hit buttons he did. In the next round, Ryou's fingers flew over the controller with such incredible speed that his character on the television went insane.

"Go Ryou!" Jounouchi chanted as he ran by.

"What in the name of hell?" Bakura was pummeled by his hikari's fighter. In less than 2 minutes, the round was over, with the hikaris as winners.

"Holy shit Ryou! Where in hell did you learn to play like that?!?" Marik mused.

"I don't...I just hit random keys..."

"But at what speed!" Malik marveled, hugging the pale boy in joy, "We won! We won!"

"I learned piano in the past," Ryou said meekly, blushing at the compliment.

Bakura turned off the game, not wanting to play anymore (he's a sore loser), and crawled across the floor to wrap his arms around the two lights, "At least it's only in video games that you can beat us like that."

"Says who?" Malik grinned at Marik, who turned away.

"You mean..."

"Never get Malik mad," Marik said sheepishly.

Bakura let loose a huge bark of laughter, "I'll remember that one Marik! Just to bug you in the future!"

"Shut up Ra-damnit!" Marik threw a chip at Bakura's head.

"Hey hey!" Yugi looked up from his lesson of Duel Monsters with Anzu, "watch the carpet!"

"I know!" Marik answered before pouncing on Bakura and brought him down, landing on the two hikaris as well. They fell on onto the carpet in a heap, laughing.

Jounouchi popped his head in, "What's with all the commo-AH!" Honda jumped the teen from behind and stole his Coke back, "Damn it! Honda you ass!" and rushed of in pursuit again for the Coke.

Yugi was about to turn back to his game again when Yami suddenly materialized in front of him. "I'm going for a walk," he announced.

"Alright," Yugi chirped back.

At the sound of Yami's voice Bakura completely froze and stared at the former Pharaoh, "Bastard," he hissed.

Yami turned to him with a look that made Bakura's blood run cold. "I'll see you soon," Yami said, as if directing that phrase towards him, before leaving the house.

"Bakura? What's wrong" Ryou wrapped his arms around his darker half, nuzzling his neck.

"Nothing...nothing at all," Bakura gently held his hikari, stroking the soft white hair that brushed against his neck.

Malik's face creased with lines of worry. Through Bakura's composed mask of calmness Malik could see a hint of fear reflecting of his eyes. Could it be...because of something had happened between the Pharaoh and the Grave Robber in those few moments? Something that was...related to Bakura's wicked past. Bakura turned and gazed hard at the tanned boy, as if asking for him to stay silent.

Malik nodded in quiet understanding; he wouldn't betray his friend's trust and expose his story that easily. However, he wished with some envy, that he was in Ryou's place.

Marik could see the longing that shimmered in his light's eyes as he looked at Bakura, and his own heart wrenched in pain as well, I would give up anything in my life to make my hikari happy, he thought miserably, so why would he choose Bakura over me...?

Yami stood in front of the large building of the Kaiba Corporation, and invited himself in.

"Do you have an appointment?" the secretary at the desk asked.

"No I don't," Yami started past the desk but the young woman grabbed his wrist.

"Then please wait while I page him."

"No need," Yami broke out of the woman's grip and headed towards the escalator, "Just inform him that the Game King is here, he'll let me in."

Flustered, the woman dialed up to Seto Kaiba's office, as Yami disappeared behind the elevator doors and headed up the building.

Seto was in a horrid mood that day; there were drops in the stock market, so much paperwork, and he was lacking sleep. The thing he wanted in his life was to meet Yami. When the young man burst through the door he went into a fit of rage, "What in bloody hell do you think that you can come here without even booking an appointment?!?! I'm a busy man, and I can't deal with your lazy ass all the time! Stop coming uninvited! I hate seeing you!"

"It's been awhile High Priest. I'm glad to say that I have some new pieces of my memory back," Yami said calmly, sitting down casually on a sofa.

Seto was ready to take the other teen's neck and just snap it, "I have no time to listen to your blasted comments you former Pharaoh! You may have been a high and mighty power hungry asshole in the past and I may have been the High Priest, but this is the present! No way in hell am I going to take orders from you!" It had only been recently where Seto accepted the fact that he was the reincarnation of a being from the past, but it didn't change his ego.

"My my," Yami drawled, "It seems that you have lost that bit of memory as well. Let me refreshen it for you. I can assure that when I'm done you'll want it as much as I do."

"In your dreams..."

Yami's Millennium Puzzle glowed a powerful light, and Kaiba could feel himself being swept away through flashes of light. He landed hard on his bottom in the middle of a dark hallway. "Alright, enough of these games you bastard!" Seto brushed himself off. Standing up he realized that he was no longer wearing his traditional trench coat but the robes of a high priest. "I've had enough of this silliness! Get me out damnit!" No one responded, and suddenly he realized that his body was walking down the halls, unresponding to his body. He approached a door, and his hand rose to rap upon it.

"Enter."

He hand pushed the door open. Yami was seated on the bed, draped in loose robes in the dim oil candlelight. Lying on the bed, strapped to the bedpost, was a beautiful young man, tanned with shocking white hair. One thought automatically came to his mind, Bakura...Thief Bakura...

"How pleasant of you to join me tonight Seto."

The CEO's mouth responded, speaking on its own, "It is my honour to share this night with you and your whore, my Pharaoh."

Yami slid off the side of the bed, striding over to the high priest. He wrapped his arms around the taller male's neck, and brought him down to a fierce kiss, their tongues invading each other's mouths, caressing each other in the moist warmth. Seto could feel himself becoming greatly aroused, an ache developing in his groin. "My Pharaoh..." he gasped as they broke apart. Yami led him to the bed, where Bakura lay.

"He's a really good whore, even though a thief, he screams loudly; you have a great taste Seto," Yami traced a finger on the creamy chocolate chest of the young man.

"Fuck you...spoiled ass brat!" the young robber hissed.

It was then that Seto noticed Yami's age. He was younger than he was at present time, maybe 13-14, but already he seemed to demonstrate so much authority.

Yami slapped Bakura, with a strength that Seto couldn't imagine a boy as young as him having. He understood that the teen was glowing with power from the Millennium Puzzle, enhancing his power. "Worthless slut," the young Pharaoh snapped, "Ten suns have risen and fallen and still you are so disobedient! That is one fault that Seto overlooked!"

The high priest bowed in apology, "I didn't know that he would be so hard-headed my Pharaoh. I tested him before he was presented to you; he was just as rash, but I hoped that you would bring him to obedience; I had faith in your abilities."

Extremely flattered, Yami answered, smug, "You think too highly of me my dear Priest, but I just can't break such a thief, he seems to have lived through too much," then his eyes narrowed, "I thought you promised that I could claim his virginity."

"And claim it you did my Pharaoh," Seto answered, his erection dying as they continued to converse, "I just tested his abilities using his mouth."

Yami's lips twisted into a smirk, "And good at using his mouth he is." His expression changed when he heard a bitter chuckle from the bed. "What's so funny you thief whore?"

"My virginity...my virginity my fucking ass," Bakura giggled hysterically, "My bratty fuckhead Pharaoh, my virginity was taken the night I was captured by your guards!"

"WHAT?!?!" Seto roared, "I'll kill them! Every last one of them!"

Yami looked disappointed, "And I wanted to do it," he complained, like a spoiled teen.

"I'll kill them..." Seto promised.

Yami nodded, "There's nothing more we can do." Seeing the looks of horror on the high priest and the Pharaoh's face Bakura just laughed harder, dry and cruel. "Shut up!" Yami slammed his hand on the thief's groin. Almost instantaneously the laughter turns into cries of pain as the hand made contact, instantly bruising the sensitive genitalia.

"We will still break you, thief whore," Yami spat, "though you were fucked by a whole horde of guards, Seto and I will break you!"

"No you can't, you worthless fucker," Bakura returned, gritting his teeth in pain.

"My Pharaoh," Seto drew the young teen into another heated kiss, "we will break him."

"Yes..." Yami said slowly, drawing it out like a snake's sound, crimson eyes glowing with sadistic intent, "we will turn him into the slave I want him to me, MY slave."

"Allow me," Seto pulled away and turned to Bakura, whose confident face was becoming etched with fear, hearing the poisonous venom dripping from the two figures of authority. "You have been spoiled, whore," the young man began to remove his robes, his sex hardening at the nude, tied robber on the bed, "but I am different, I'm not as young...and I am fully developed."

It was true. Bakura would hear a whimper escape his throat as he saw the enlarged member of the high priest. Unlike the Pharaoh, who was still in puberty, the older male was almost fully grown. "Fuck…"

"Yes…fuck," Seto replied, pressing his erection against the thief's tight entrance, "and I'll fuck you good." He pushed in with brutal strength, completely tearing up Bakura's opening. A scream of pure agony, music to the high priest's ears, echoed around the large room as he pulled himself out completely to thrust in again and again, mercilessly, ripping into the young man's core. "What a good whore…" he gasped in ecstasy, the friction from the tight entry rubbing against his manhood, "you feel like a fucking virgin! So damned tight! Fuck!" he increased the speed of his thrusts, and Bakura just screamed harder, loud sobs coming from his lips until it was silenced by the Pharaoh who crouched over his face, and promptly shoved his own erection into the young thief's mouth.

"Seto…" Yami gasped as he leaned towards the high priest, who was still tearing into the body beneath him, "…please your king."

The high priest complied, capturing the young Pharaoh's mouth into an enrapturing kiss, the heat spreading through his body.

The world was in a whirr of motion, the sobbing, whimpering sounds from Bakura's lips, the gasps from him and the Pharaoh, the pure bliss of it all…

Seto's eyes flew open with Yami's mouth pressed against his, tongue in his mouth. The other teen's mouth drew back, gazing at the CEO's face, "Well? How do you like your new memories?"

And memories they were, searing through Seto's mind like fire. Just the mere thought of the domineering, egoistic, overconfident Thief Bakura reduced to a sniveling, pathetic whore at his feet made him aroused. "So what are you suggesting, my Pharaoh?"

Yami smiled in delight at the familiar title rolling off Seto's tongue, "I think it's time we brought the past back into this reincarnated world…"

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Author: WOW!!! That was TOTALLY random! I had absolutely no clue what to right so I did a ton of happy stuff then threw an evil scene in…am I moving too fast in the plot?

Bakura: Yes…. ><

Author: Who asked you? I asked the readers!!!

Bakura: Cause I'm the star here!

Author: Whatever…anyways, please R&R! I'm expecting at LEAST 5 reviews before I go on! PLEASE REVIEW!

Bakura: ……desperate…

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