Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Surrender To My Love ❯ WHY, WHY, WHY BAKURA?! ( Chapter 4 )

DragonRider00: here is the next chapter sry it so long to get this up. I have been really busy-_-

Yami: Yeah sure what kind of lie is that?

DragonRidre00: shut-up and just listen to the story about you and Bakura.

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Chapter 3

Bakura and Yami lay in a tangled heap after there last events. Bakura stirred with a growl as he pulled out of Yami. Yami winced and clenched his fists, Bakura sure was rough with love making not like he didn't enjoy it though. Bakura sat up and began to get dressed. Yami looked at him curiously, "Where are going?"

Bakura turned to his now smaller lover pulling up his pants and placing his belt through the loops, "I have to go over to Marik's. He was having a party over there and I said I would go."

Yami almost looked hurt that Bakura didn't want to stay with him instead, "Wanna come?" Bakura then surprised him with that question as he rethought his last statement. Yami nodded and got up getting dressed as well before heading out the door with Bakura. They took Yami's motorcycle to get there.

****(Back at Yugi's place the party ended and Ryou stayed after to help Yugi clean up)

"I'm really sorry about the way my Yami acts and that's what he usually does acts before he thinks," Ryou said throwing away paper plates and cups.

Yugi shrugged, "My Yami isn't that different so hey they should be a good couple." Ryou smiled and agreed. Then the sound of a whistle came to their ears, "Oh Ryou want some hot chocolate?"

Ryou nodded and followed Yugi into his kitchen. Yugi took a kettle of hot water off the stove as Ryou grabbed a seat. Yugi quickly fetched them some hot chocolate and joined Ryou at the table. There was a long silence in the room before Yugi decided to make conversation, "So…um Ryou do you and your Yami ever get along?" Ryou shook his head; "No…there is really no way you could get along with him. He is so abusive. He hits me for every thing?" Ryou stated. "He hits you?!"

Yugi questioned. (Ryou and his Yami live in the same house ok) Ryou nodded blankly. Yugi frowned, "That's not ok Ryou…if you wanted um you could stay the night here." Yugi blushed a little and Ryou raised an eyebrow but agreed to the offer.

"Yeah, besides I wouldn't want to go home and find Bakura ravishing Yami or vise versa." Yugi giggled at the comment and nodded. Ryou smiled and looked into amethyst eyes seeing how innocent the angel was.

Yugi stared back into chocolate eyes open with trust and a shimmer of something he didn't quite understand at first.

****(Marik's house)

Yami stood outside the door of an old apartment know as the insane boy's house. Bakura knocked on the door and was greeted by Marik.

The insane boy smirked when we saw the Pharaoh standing next to the white haired demon, "Oh and what do you want Pharaoh?" "He's with me," Bakura answered calmly. Marik answered the door and let the two in but not before tripping Yami in the process and laughing.

Yami glared at him but brushed it off. Bakura took a seat at a table set up in the middle of the room where Malik his arms crossed. Marik soon joined them taking up all the seats at the table. Yami stood not knowing what to do but then soon took a seat on a couch further away feeling left out. Bakura and the others began to play cards. Malik had a cigarette in his mouth, `I didn't know they smoked.'

Yami pondered that but then shrugged it off as well. Marik left the table after a while coming back with a case of beer. Yami raised an eyebrow, `Bakura isn't going…. No he doesn't drink.' Bakura picked up one of the bottles and opened it quickly looking at Yami, "Want one?" He asked. Yami shook his head no in disgust. Bakura shrugged and took a big swing of his drink.

Yami couldn't believe this he never knew they would do this stuff, yeah he admits that there not all sane but he didn't think they were alcoholics. The smell of alcohol soon filled the room as well as hysterical laughter and babbling but one subject seemed to catch Yami's attention in particular.

"So why did the Pharaoh come?" Marik questioned. "He insisted on coming here after the good fuck I gave him and for free too I should have charged the little whore." Bakura barked out. Yami felt queasy now and he knew Bakura was drunk. "I am not a whore!" Yami shouted out in protest.

Bakura stood and may his way over to Yami quickly slapping him across the face nearly knocking over. "Yes you are! Did you actually think you meant something to me?" Yami felt his eyes stinging with tears not to mention the now red mark on his face throbbing. Yami knew Bakura wasn't in his right mind but why? Why even waist his time with some one this cruel?

"I just used you so I could get laid." Marik snickered, "Bakura why didn't ya just come over here Malik would have given you and me a good ride?" Malik grinned, " I remember my first time with Bakura, your not to gentle are ya Bakura?" Yami couldn't believe the words that snaked out of the other boys mouths, `they had had sex with Bakura to?!' Yami felt so used and clenched his fists.

"I like it rough," Bakura stated, " And I am sure my new little whore will feel the effects of the past events in the morning, wont ya my little whore?" Yami closed his eyes tightly letting tears stream down freely burning the tender spot on his face from the blow of the white haired boy's hand. They all broke into laughter, "Oh look at the all might Pharaoh now, crying like a big baby." Malik stated cruelly.

"Correction: The all mighty Whore!" Marik said with laughter. Yami couldn't contain himself as he burst out of the apartment crying running all the way to his motorcycle, jumping on, and taking off as quickly as he could.

As he drove he sobbed out loud cursing himself how could he have been so stupid? When he was about ten feet from his house he was to busy crying and yelling that he dint see the kid walking out across the street.

He slammed on the breaks his bike skidding side ways with the loud screech of rubber tires on pavement before tipping over. Yami landed on his side his arm scrapped and bloody from coming in contact with the cement to break his fall. He winced at the pain throbbing in his blood soaked arm, tears running down his face. Luckily he missed the kid that ran off after he feel.

He picked up his bike with his good arm and just walked it the rest of the way home. When he got there he put his bike away and went up to his bed. He threw himself on it not caring that the blood from his arm flung and splattered against the wall in little droplets and pooled onto his sheets.

He cried his guts out `HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID!? I KNEW HE WAS MY ENEMY BUT I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF AND NOW LOOK WHERE I AM! WHY, WHY, WHY BAKURA?! JUST ANSWER ME THAT YOU BASTARD!' He pounded his one fist into the mattress wincing at the pain in his arm as he cried harder. Yami used his good arm to lift his hand and bring it up to his face rubbing over the forgotten hand imprint left by the white haired demon.

` Look what I have been reduced to…the pharaoh never cries…some title for someone this weak and stupid.' He felt like nothing now was left for him on this earth, he thought that love was something you could embrace forever not something that caused pain and broke even the mightiest of souls. He felt so bad as he lay curled up in a ball looking as pitiful as ever.

Yami lay in his bed for hours not caring about anything not even that he was losing a lot of blood due to his wounds and that they needed quick attention. Yami cried himself to sleep not able to do anything else listen to the harsh comments replay in his head `you little whore,' as he drifted off into the night his face stained with tears. Yami however while sleeping did not here a car pull up in front of his house, the front door from downstairs be opened, and his name being called out through the darkness.