Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Look in My Face, Step in My Soul ❯ Pain ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Look, I swear I'm innocent! I have -witnesses-! I'm not Kazuki Takahashi, I'm telling you! Nor do I own the song that contained the lyrics I snatched my title from... though I can't remember the title *or* the band ^^;;...

A/N: Hah, for once I'm re-posting a fic which I have very little desire to diss! Well, not just now, at least. Maybe after I re-read it... [bashes self on head with plastic squeaky hammer] I'm trying to stop whining about my awful fics, really I am. I suppose it probably gets annoying... Well, I guess it helps that this is a comparatively recent fic. La la... Okay, so this fic has a great deal of rape and a rather odd ending; there, you've been warned ^_^ And yes, when I say odd, I actually mean *odd*. Also, I know the duels on the blimp all happened in one day, but for the purpose of this story I've decided to split it into two days. Yes, I know, I don't like twisting things around like that either, but one night just isn't enough ^_~ Gah, I need to stop writing such long, boring author's notes...

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Chapter One: Pain

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Seto Kaiba exited Jonouchi's room that night licking his lips and wearing a smug expression. It had been quite a satisfying fuck, he reflected.

Jonouchi was practically a paradox. Usually when someone became a sex toy of Seto Kaiba they broke completely, but the mutt kept up the most amazing front. It had something to do with that sister of his, though Seto had never been able to figure out whether it was because of her or for her that he kept it together like he did. He even had the nerve to insult him in public. But nevertheless, it was only a front. He had reduced him to the sniveling whore he really was, and it was only 1 o'clock.

Hmph. 1 o'clock. How irritating; now he was bored again. He probably should have stuck around, but at the time he had felt like he was ready for bed. Now, though, as he walked though the corridors of the blimp he felt wide awake again.

But that was the joy of this blimp. As long as it was night, there was a source of entertainment behind every bedroom door. This was the reason he had decided to travel in something slow-moving enough that they'd have a couple nights on board. They could have traveled to his island by jet and made it there in hours, but there was someone he wanted to `try out'... This Ryou Bakura.

He had seen him for the first time in Duelest Kingdom, even though they went to the same school - Seto assumed that this was probably because the white-haired boy was so timid. Ryou was so gorgeous that he'd considered taking him that same night, but he'd had his eyes on the mutt for a long time so he decided to go for him instead. When he saw him duel this afternoon, however, he had seemed like a completely different person. Eerie, twisted, sensual, almost frightening... Sadistic, that was it in a nutshell.

At first he had been shocked. But then he made an interesting discovery: this new Ryou turned him on even more than the other one. Then the white-haired - boy? Or demon? - had suddenly changed, brought to his knees by an injury that he hadn't even seemed to notice for the whole duel up until then. He got up again, but after Yugi attacked him with Slifer he fainted.

Now, this in of itself didn't sound so strange. But Seto couldn't bring himself to ignore what Yugi and his friends were talking about, and Odeon, though they all thought he was named Marik at the time. Tonight, before having his way with Jou as usual, he had demanded to know everything the blonde knew about this. Jonouchi had told him that there were actually two Bakuras - the real, timid one, and an evil spirit which resided within the Millennium Ring. He explained that it had been the evil one up there dueling Yugi.

Seto had been greatly disappointed when Ryou fainted, thinking that he wouldn't be able to have him as planned. But hearing this, he developed a new plan. It seemed insane to make any kind of move on such bizarre premises, but he was beginning to get used to the bizarre. And if he was wrong, who would know?

Ah, finally. He slid his all-purpose card through the slot on the door that led to one of the several infirmary rooms, and stepped inside. He didn't bother with the lights, knowing that he would be able to see well enough by the light of the moon coming in the windows. However, in the time it took his eyes to adjust, Bakura went from lying down under the starched-white sheets to sitting up, smirking.

"Can you see *yet*?" the person before him said mockingly, in a tone just a shade deeper than that of the real Ryou. "You realize that in the time you've just been standing there, I could have killed you several times over?"

Seto's eyes narrowed. Yes, this was the dark one, all right. "Who are you?" he demanded, moving to stand, imposing, right next to him in several swift steps.

A moment later, he felt a knife blade pressed into the small of his back. Bakura rose slowly, eyeing him with the look of a predator. "You think I would tell you that, weakling?" he purred.

It was the `weakling' part that did it. Even though he knew it was foolish to so much as open his mouth with a knife blade pressed to his back, he was pissed. "How dare you," he hissed. "Do you realize that I'm the richest man in Japan? If anything happened to me, you wouldn't know what hit you!"

The spirit seemed to consider this for a moment, then slowly removed the knife from his back - and in a lightning-fast movement, it was at Seto's throat. "Does the richest man in Japan bleed?" he inquired, making a small nick. Seto winced. "You had me wondering for a minute there. You know, what happens to me later has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I'm here now. And how dare *you* assume that I would fear any mortal?" Laughing, he tossed the knife aside, and then leaned up to lick at the blood trickling down the other's neck.

Seto shoved him away roughly, disgusted. "You're sick," he ground out, though in fact he had done the same thing before. He hadn't realized that it stung like that... Suddenly he didn't want to be here anymore. This person, whatever his real name might be, scared him. He was used to being in control, and for the first time since his father he had met someone who took that control away from him... He shoved that thought away the same way he had shoved Bakura away, and abruptly he lunged for the knife.

To his infinite irritation, this only made Bakura laugh again. And then he discovered that he was lunging for something that wasn't there anymore. When he turned around he saw that Bakura was twirling it in his fingers, the Millennium Ring still slightly glowing. "Too slow," he commented. "I don't suppose that, now that we have this sorted out, you'd like to tell me why you're here?"

Seto growled. "I was just leaving."

How *did* he do that? Suddenly Bakura was behind him, and the knife was at his throat again. "Oh, you can't go yet," he said softly. "Now that you've woken me up, I think you should stick around a while..." And then he was kissing his neck, biting it, licking... One hand had released the knife and was inching up his shirt, while the other was traveling downward... For a moment, the infamous CEO of Kaiba Corp. knew the feeling of utter helplessness.

Then he wrenched away, whirling around to face the other. "Let me out of here, you fucking bastard!" he yelled. "I don't want to have anything to do with you!"

"But you did," he purred. "Perhaps you were more interested in my hikari? Unfortunately, Ryou Bakura is my property alone."

He blanched. "You... you mean..." he stuttered, momentarily thrown for a loop.

Bakura examined his fingernails pompously. "Oh, occasionally. When he's been `misbehaving'... I have him trained quiet well, I must say. But why should this surprise you, when you have a little slave of your own - Jonouchi Katsuya?"

Seto's eyes widened. As if one shock wasn't enough... "How did you find out?" he said, in a rather strangled voice.

Bakura shrugged. "Really now, did you think I would be as dim-witted as the other buffoons on this blimp? It's perfectly obvious to me, but nevertheless your secret's safe... At least if you cooperate, anyway. Now, where were we?"

He took a step closer, capturing Seto's lips in a bruising kiss. Something inside the taller of the two snapped, and he punched the spirit neatly in the stomach. Said spirit stumbled backwards, head down, holding his stomach, and for a moment Kaiba thought he'd won.

Then the other laughed, straightening up. "Tsk, what a feisty little mortal," he said mockingly. Then the sennen eye flared on his forehead, and a moment later all Seto could see was darkness.

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He awoke a short time later, however. For a moment he felt disoriented; this wasn't his bed... Then it all came back to him, and he realized that this was one of the infirmary beds. The bed in Bakura's room, more precisely. He looked around warily, and sure enough the pale-haired boy was sitting in a chair nearby, grinning like a Cheshire cat in the darkness. He didn't even have to wonder whether this was the good one or the bad one. What had he called Ryou, his `hikari?' So it followed that he would be called `yami...' Then Seto made a very important discovery. Underneath the sheets, he was naked. He blushed deep red at the thought of that fiend undressing him, and tried to cover himself more.

Bakura, still grinning, got up and came over. "Ah, so the little one's finally awake," he said snidely. "Don't worry, though, I don't mean it that way; you body is quite satisfactory..."

Seto growled, moving to the far side of the bed. The spirit just laughed. "And you call Katsuya the mutt," he scoffed. "By the way, I wouldn't try anything else or the punishment will be much more severe, I assure you." With that he crawled onto the bed, capturing Seto's lips and forcing him down onto the pillow with a hunter's grace.

Seto tried pushing him, clawing him, but it was no use. Here was proof that he had just been humoring him when he stumbled after being punched - the spirit seemed inhumanly strong, and he didn't seem to feel the pain. Or maybe he just enjoyed it... When he tried to claw his face, though, apparently he finally got tired of him because Seto suddenly found his arms restrained. The cords glowed with Bakura's ancient magic.

And the worse part was that he found himself almost *enjoying* this. It frightened him, but at the same time it exhilarated him. It felt so wrong and repulsive if he thought about it, but his body loved every bit of pain and pleasure. The only problem was that he couldn't stop thinking, because it reminded him of that time... His hands were cold, and his face was a picture of greed... For a moment he was completely caught up in memories, and he was shocked to find a single tear rolling down his cheeks.

Bakura, unfortunately, noticed. He threw his head back, laughing. "Imagine! The great Seto Kaiba, crying like an infant! If only Jonouchi could see you now!" Suddenly, he slapped the brunette with such force that he might have fallen off the bed if he hadn't been trapped under the other's weight. "Don't fucking cry; it makes you look so pathetic."

`Don't cry, bastard...'

Seto winced, closing his eyes and turning his head. He couldn't stand this; he just wanted to die...

Suddenly, Bakura snickered cruelly. "Oh, I get it now! You've been raped before! That would explain why you act like you do, like you're so strong and invincible. I've always known it must be some kind of act. Inside, you're really just a weak, broken individual, aren't you...? Who did it, anyway?"

Seto was silent. Wonderful. He'd let his guard down in front of his enemy, and now that demon knew all his secrets... Suddenly, said demon's hands were at his throat, choking him. "Now, would you rather answer me, or die? Honestly, you do need some training yet..." He smirked, loosening his grip enough so that the other could talk.

Seto shut his eyes. "My father," he spat. "Happy now?"

Bakura laughed once again, still not letting him go. "Ah, I've heard of your father. Gozaburo, eh? Made war machines; great man." Finally he released him, and Seto coughed. He felt sick... "Of course, it is a bit of a pity," Bakura continued thoughtfully. "He's left you half-broken. But oh well; you use what you're given."

"Shut up," Seto whispered. Whispered? That wasn't like him at all. He ought to be yelling, screaming... But if anyone heard and came, they would just die - because he was quiet sure that this monster had no problem with killing people...

The spirit's eyes developed an uncanny glitter. "Beg me," he suddenly commanded. "Beg me not to do to you what Gozaburo did to you. Even though you know you really want me to, you good-for-nothing slut..."

For a moment Kaiba just stared at him, appalled. Then his will wavered again. "Please..." he said quietly, feeling utterly disgusted.

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Louder," he ordered, and Kaiba suddenly felt fingers stroking his length roughly.

"P-please!" he gasped, loudly.

The Cheshire grin was back. "Please what, hmm?" he inquired, stroking harder.

"P-please... stop." He couldn't help but let out the slightest moan as the fingers disappeared. "Just...stop. Let me out of here, dammit!"

Bakura smirked, and leaned in to nip at his ear. "My, my. Apparently I haven't quite broken you yet; good." Then, without any warning or preparation, the spirit slammed into him.

Seto screamed - or tried to, except Bakura had covered his mouth with his hand. He bit the hand, but it did no good. It was the most horrible, painful thing he had ever felt. There was hardly any pleasure to it; it was all drowned out by the pain. If he hadn't been broken before, he certainly was now. Before he had only let one tear slip, by accident. Now he sobbed, completely stripped of all dignity. It was useless to resist, so he just gave in. Soon the blood running down his legs was mixed with seed, but the demon wasn't satisfied. Bakura took him again and again, until finally, around four thirty, he tossed him and his clothes out into the empty hallway without, of course, so much as a goodbye.

For a while he just lay there, and sobbed and bled, and wonder what excuse the other occupants of the ship would come up with for the blood. Then from inside the infirmary Bakura screamed at him to shut up, and he hurriedly obeyed. Finally, about half an hour later, he numbly got dressed and drug himself off to his room.

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A/N: [gag] Too overdramatic? I think so... But I seem to remember the later chapters being better ^^;; I think it's a pretty decent fic, all in all, considering I wrote it in three days... [beam] Four chapters in three days; go me! LOL, R&R?