Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Koware na Hato ❯ Junjoukaren ( Chapter 2 )

Koware-Yasui Hato

by: Yumei

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Disclaimer: ^^; Unfortunately, I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did…O.o; then it wouldn't exactly be a children's television show. ^_^

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A/N: *bows* wah…! Arigatou for your kind reviews! They're really inspiring. *bows and bows again* I really want to thank everyone for their reviews. They really, honestly make me speed up the process and I like to hear what everyone thinks!! ^^! Well, on with the fic. For the thousands of "Poor Ryou!" 's and "More torture!" well, good news…a little bit of both ^^

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Chapter Two: Junjoukaren

Funny how love always seemed to have a way to turn on you. Something that was so wonderful had to be so cruel. Hearts are so fragile, even more than one's body. Like a glass rose, it lies, waiting to be broken, shattered into a million pieces. Or will that certain one, whose hands are so soft come and paint the colors that will make you cry. But then…there was always pain. Pain…forever.

Ryou cried softly to himself as those wretched hands roamed over his body, squeezing his behind harshly. His wrists hurt and he couldn't move his body. His teacher eagerly tore the boy's shirt off, revealing his pale chest. Whimpering at his growing erection, the man sucked and bit hungrily at the boy's nipples.

Finally feeling the pain shoot up his body, Ryou screamed. He didn't want this. He didn't want his innocence to be taken. He wanted to give that to someone he truly loved, not in this cruel act of forcefulness. Receiving another sharp slap across his face, landing on his already large bruise, made him quiet himself to silent sobs of pain. He felt his pants being pulled down by those hands and was not really sure what kind of pain to expect next.

The teacher gaped at the boy's lower half, lust glimmering in his eyes. This boy was absolutely beautiful and pure…and not as puny as he expected. Smirking to himself he took the boy's unconscious erection into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could.

Why won't someone save me? Ryou twisted his body around as much as he could to avoid the man's needy lips, but no avail. He hadn't the voice or strength left to scream or cry, only tears streamed down his face.

Ryou…

The boy opened his eyes slightly, unleashing more tears to slide down his face. Kara…Karakage-sama? he asked silently. The last person he wanted to see him like this was his yami, but of course that was impossible. But then…Karakage-sama sounded so concerned just then. Or perhaps it was simply Ryou's love-deprived heart starving for some affection. I…I'm sorry I'm weak…

You…silly little fool. Go to your soul room right now…and don't come out until I say so! GO!

"Oh god, Ryou…" the teacher moaned, his mouth nearly full. One minute he was moaning with passion, the next, screaming in utter and unbearable pain.

"Did you think you would actually get away with it?" Bakura snarled, taking a tight grip on the man's wrists. "To touch one as pure as Ryou? I will make you pay for ever even thinking of touching MY hikari!"

The man howled and dropped to his knees when he heard the sickening crack of his wrists breaking. "Bitch!" he spat, "What the hell are you?!"

"Hn…I, am your personal nightmare. Prepare to die, sinner!" Bakura drew a card from his pocket with a twinge of a smirk on his lips. "My, my, what do we have here? A man-eating bug? Not nearly enough pain for a punishment, but why waste my time on you? I will give you the honor being my man-eating bug's live…supper."

Eyes widened for a moment in panic before a loud laugh. "That? That's a Duel Monsters card that children play with! How dare you make threats against me!"

"Hush now, I wouldn't want to anger the bugs," the boy smirked when two large bugs appeared and made their way towards the man. "I'm going to make sure I watch the entire show."

An ear-piercing scream echoed down the entire hall and school. On the lower floor, two teachers turned their heads.

"Was that…a scream?" asked the first, dropping his stack of books and papers. "Someone must be hurt! Let's go!"

Together the two ran in search of the source of the screaming and cries of pain. Finally they came to that room. That one room where that one teacher lay, dead and half-eaten, on the icy cold floor as his final punishment.

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Karakage-sama…? Ryou quietly opened the door of his soul room, eyes still blotchy and red, his face a tear-stained mess. Did you…kill him?

Of course I killed him! Did you expect me to award him? Bakura snapped back dryly, locking himself in the place that Ryou called his "home." He deserved to die. The bastard…

Ryou saw the dark soul room door creak open. No one…really…deserves to die… Karakage-sama, did you do that…for me?

Bakura stiffened in mind and body. How was he supposed to respond to that? It would be so much easier for him to march over to the boy's soul room and beat him until he cried for even thinking such a thing, but instead responded with a forced snort of laughter. He masked his concern with a cold and cruel attitude. Don't be expecting too much from me. I did it for this body. I…I could never stand it if…I could never stand you being so weak!

The dark soul room door was suddenly slammed shut again and Ryou was left in consciousness of his body. He sat up and made sure the link was closed tightly before letting tears spill over once again.

So that was it. He should have known better. His yami would never love him; he had just told himself so before. Maybe it was just when he felt the tiniest bit of concern in his yami's voice before. The feeling gave him a bit of hope. He wished he could believe that someone loved him. His yami didn't and his father was never around to know anyway.

Ryou peeled his school uniform off of his body and threw it in a hamper. He didn't want to touch them, but it was the only uniform he had. He would have to sit down and mend the holes in it later…

Wiping the tears from his face, he studied himself in the mirror. That was nothing good about him. People called him "cute" but it was mostly to lure him into their own ensnarement of lust. His slim body was covered in cuts and bruises and they hurt just as much as they looked they would. He wanted to cry again, but he suddenly felt his yami's spirit next to him again.

"Hikari…" The warmth of arms slipped around his waist from behind, a head rested on his shoulder.

Ryou continued to stare into the mirror. He could see arms around him, almost as if they cared. The touch was tempting on his exposed skin, but he had to turn away. He was afraid of being used. "Please don't hurt me…Karakage-sama…"

The spirit instantly retracted his arms from the boy. That look… Those eyes… He knew them. Somewhere before this time, beyond the borders of his cold heart, he recognized them. The boy from the past, the only one he had ever cared about… Bakura squeezed his eyes painfully shut and clenched his fists. He refused to even think that Ryou was the one he loved. He'd never even consider it. Ever. Hmph. You're right. EXCUSE my intrusion of your precious body.

The link was abruptly broken again. Ryou sat in his bed holding his knees close to his chest. He should have been happy that his yami had touched him, held him, worried about him. There was a faint light of hope that perhaps the spirit really did love him, but…his heart just couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to give up. He wanted…to die.

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<Rape Warning>

"You little bitch! A filthy slut!" The horrible words were followed by a sharp slap across the face that sent the small rebel boy collapse to the floor by force. "What kind of demon has taken your soul?! How DARE you sleep with someone at your age, before marriage! Another MAN in all cases! You will burn in hell, boy!"

"I don't care."

The boy's father stiffened and grabbed his son by his hair. "WHAT did you say, boy? You dare defy me?"

"I said I don't care!" he screamed at his father, "I love him and I don't care what you say!"

"ISOLENT CHILD!" the boy's father roared, dropping the boy on his face. "You really like men that much? You really enjoy being fucked, boy?! Then I'm sure you'll enjoy what's about to come to you!!"

The boy struggled defiantly against his father's tight grip. "STOP IT! You're not my father! Where is my father?! YOU KILLED MY FATHER!"

"Shut up, boy! I am your father! And I will enjoy every second of hearing you scream bloody hell!"

Using a sharp dagger, the boy's father ripped every article of his clothing off of the boy's body. Throwing the dagger over his shoulder when the boy's clothing was removed, the man held his son up against a wall, forcing his legs open. "You like pain, don't you? Well, I assure you, this will hurt more than you ever imagined."

Tightly, he bound the boy's wrists together, easily preventing his escape. The speechless fear in the boy's large, innocent eyes made his father hard and aroused, his erection throbbing just from seeing the boy's alarm. He eagerly tore his own robes off and kissed the boy's neck, trailing hot kisses down his neck and bare chest, stopping to suck on a nipple.

The boy writhed angrily, tears threatening to spill. What kind of monster was this? This demon could most certainly not be his father. His father that had loved him, raised him, and brought him to Egypt to begin with would never do this to him. "Demon!"

Angered, the man bit down hard on the boy's skin, causing him to screech in pain, leaving red teeth marks over his precious skin. Ignoring the boy's comment, the man continued with his foreplay, readying his erection.

When he was finally feeling ready, he pushed the boy onto the floor and held the boy's head close to his bulging erection. "Suck," he commanded, grabbing the boy's head by his snowy hair.

Closing his eyes, he had no choice but to do as his "father" commanded. A single tear finally slipped down his face at repulsive taste of the man inside of his mouth, filling him to the point where he wanted to vomit.

The man moaned, feeling contempt, thrusting himself deeper into the boy's mouth. "You're a good little whore, aren't you, boy?"

Filled with anger and hate, the boy finally bit down on the hardness in his mouth.

Screaming in pain, the man beat the boy down the floor pushing his legs open and diving in with one painful thrust, not giving a thought to the other. "You stupid bitch child! I'll make you suffer!"

Continuing at a rapid pace, the man shoved himself in completely, pulling out slightly but then jamming himself in again. Speeding his pace to hear the boy scream, the man came with a cry, exploding his seed into his son.

The boy was finally crying now. He couldn't stop shaking. His father climbed off of him and kicked dirt at him. "Dirty slut."

Blood ran down from between the young boy's legs, leaving him in pain and a broken heart.

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I want to remember. I want to know. But most of all…I want to love you. Just one last time before I die…

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A/N: I feel really…bad. Every now and then I have to wonder why I'm so evil to poor Ryou-chan. XD *sighs* Oops, I have to go play piano now. ^^; I'll update again as soon as I can! Please review because they make me write faster and better too! I'm off to play piano and edit Yuka's work now! Review!!