Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tainted Angel ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

A/N: Wow, I apologize to those fans who have waited… *counts* approximately 1 year and 9 months for this chapter. First off, I totally lost all inspiration for it. Completely and utterly lost it. Secondly, many things to be left unsaid have happened, disabling my use of the pc.

This chapter gets pretty bad. Ok, very bad. Reason why the rating was upped… And just to let it be known, this is the first time I'll be attempting to write anything even close to a rape scene. ***If you're too young to read that stuff, skip the first page and a half***

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Never have, never will, and will always want to. Oh yes, and there is a small detail borrowed from Wish in here, so I don't own that either.

No yamis/hikaris.

/…/ =thoughts

*~*~*~*~*~* = scene change

 

So without further ado, here's the long anticipated chapter 5 and final chapter.

Tainted Angel

 

“Bakura… I'm going to… I'm going to give in…” Rikoh said pathetically.

She allowed her head to fall limply. Bakura, still not letting her wrist go, lifted her chin with his finger to meet his eyes. They were filled with nothing but lust and triumph. He kissed her deeply and loosened his grip slightly. Both heavenly beings failed to realize that Ryou had awoken to the sight of their kiss. His heart sunk as he stopped himself from crying. Bakura finally broke the kiss and looked at Ryou, wanting to see the boy's reaction.

“It hurts, doesn't it? Seeing your girl with the one guy you can't stand,” Bakura chuckled quietly.

Rikoh turned her head quickly to look upon Ryou. He returned her gaze, both of them filled with sorrow. Rikoh's expression seemed to say, “Forgive me, but it wasn't my fault.” Ryou, blinded by pain, just let his tears fall and laid down where he sat. Rikoh tried to run over to him but was yet again jerked back by the dark angel restraining her. Bakura just smiled, seeing as his plan was working out perfectly. He then picked up the weak angel in front of him and threw her on his shoulder. She attempted to kick, but he held her legs down. He carried her into Ryou's bedroom and let her fall onto the bed. She tried to get up but he quickly pinned her down and sat on her stomach, legs on either side of her.

“You promised to be my sex slave, now behave like a good one or it'll hurt like hell for you,” Bakura threatened.

Rikoh relaxed, fearing what was to come. The sadistic dark angel got up and locked the door, hanging his now discarded trench coat on the handle. This exposed Bakura's well-toned chest completely. On his way back to the bed, he picked up a set of handcuffs that he had earlier put on the table. Not wanting to upset him, Rikoh just closed her eyes. She felt the cold metal tighten around her left wrist as her arms were lifted above her head. The chain was strung through the silver bedpost and then her right hand cuffed. She opened her eyes for a brief moment to see Bakura take out the same knife he'd used on her since her banishment from Heaven.

This scene was all too familiar to the broken angel. Rikoh closed her eyes, but the same events were playing in her head. There was no escaping Bakura's wrath. She felt her shirt being lifted and her pants being undone simultaneously. She wanted so badly to push him off and run, but the binding around her wrists was preventing that.

Bakura's hands were now roaming freely over her body since he had removed all objects in his way. Once they reached their destination between her legs, he began to prepare Rikoh for his massive erection that was threatening the very material that his pants were made of. The look in his eyes almost seemed to be softened, but was only clouded by lust. With his free hand, Bakura undid his pants and slipped them off skillfully along with his boxers. He was completely naked, and Rikoh had to slap herself mentally for even daring to glance.

“Don't worry; I know you've been waiting to feel me inside you again for so long,” Bakura taunted as he inserted another finger into her.

Having nothing else to do with his other hand in the mean time, he grabbed his knife and started tracing his name into her right forearm. Rikoh winced in pain, which made Bakura smirk. Once he had “claimed” her, he then proceeded to carve Egyptian symbols wherever he wanted. Having spent extended periods of time in that country, Bakura had become obsessed with the culture and learned everything he could about it.

The blood seeped out of Rikoh's wounds, staining the comforter beneath her. The cuts were deep enough that they would leave permanent scars, even though they would close completely within a matter of hours. Her stomach had a line of writing she could not understand, as did her left arm. The sudden loss of blood made Rikoh dizzy, but she wouldn't faint, for angel regenerate blood quickly.

Feeling satisfied, Bakura licked the knife clean and placed it on the dresser beside the bed. He was now up to three fingers, being as three was necessary. Sweat was now mixing with Rikoh's tears. Her eyes were shut once again, not wanting to give in to any dark feelings or longings.

Shortly, Bakura took his fingers out of Rikoh and got of the bed. Rikoh felt the weight lift off of the bed and opened her eyes, hoping against all odds that Bakura had decided to stop. She looked over to see that he hadn't decided to stop, rather to go on. Too late to catch her impulse, she stared as Bakura rubbed the lubricating oil on himself.

“Like what you see?” Bakura asked, turning to face Rikoh.

Her face became flushed as she realized that she had been staring. Bakura chuckled and straddled Rikoh once again. Their eyes met briefly before Rikoh turned away. Bakura grabbed her chin and made her face him. Knowing this was her last opportunity to stall what was to come, tears once again formed in the corners of her eyes.

“Don't worry; I'll be gentle,” Bakura whispered as his face drew nearer to hers.

Bakura took Rikoh's lips with his own in a passionate kiss. His tongue began to explore her mouth, despite her obvious struggles of protest. To stop her from fighting, Bakura pinched her nose shut. Not having any oxygen at all, Rikoh nearly passed out. Bakura broke away just as he felt her about to lose consciousness. Knowing he was in complete control, Bakura pressed his erection against Rikoh's inner thigh, making her eyes widen.

At that moment, the door flew open and Ryou stood in the doorway, angry beyond belief. In his hand was a gun, but no ordinary gun. It held bullets specialized for taking out creatures based on magic. Bakura froze and stared at Ryou. Rikoh looked at him pathetically. At the sight of her body, Ryou was pushed over the edge and he pulled the trigger.

A muffled bang resounded off the walls and Bakura was thrown from the bed. He hit the wall and slid down until his feet touched the floor. Bakura regained his orientation in time to stop himself from falling flat on his face. He felt his wound and laughed as he pulled the bullet from his skin. The hole immediately fused itself back together as if it hadn't been there at all. Ryou stared in confusion.

“You missed. Now it's my turn,” Bakura said as he charged a dark energy ball.

“You need to get his heart,” Rikoh said quietly.

Ryou was shocked at first that she could speak at all, but acted quickly. He fired three more shots, two of them barely hitting their intended target and one missing completely. Before Bakura's life energy was completely cut off, he sent the energy ball he had been charging at Ryou. The two of them fell to the ground and didn't move. Rikoh stared at Ryou, wishing with all her strength that he would get up. After several minutes had passed and Ryou hadn't moved a muscle, Rikoh stared at the ceiling, wracking her brain for a way to help him.

Finally, she remembered the spell her wind instructor had taught her. It was a difficult spell that required complete concentration and plenty of energy. She mustered every ounce of energy she had left and muttered an incantation. A yellow, wispy stream of energy originating at Rikoh's heart flowed towards Ryou's body and began to engulf him. Once his body was completely surrounded by this aura of energy, the stream disappeared and the aura faded.

Ryou's eyes opened and he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He looked at Bakura and was satisfied that his body was being turned into dark energy. Then he looked at Rikoh and his heart sunk. He stumbled over to the bed and felt her hand. It was as cold as ice and her skin was as pale as snow. At that moment he remembered her lack of clothing and pulled the spare blanket over her, blushing greatly.

Ryou fidgeted with the handcuffs until he got them off of her wrists and tossed them aside. He placed her arms nicely at her sides and began to stroke her hair. Kneeling down, he laid his head on the bed next to her and began to cry.

Hours passed and he still laid there. Bakura's body had been completely transformed by then. Ryou was too tired to do much of anything, but had he looked at Rikoh, he would have seen that her eyes were open.

Rikoh opened her eyes and sat up painfully. She saw Ryou's head leaning on the bed and smiled. He had felt the weight shift and looked at her, only to look away again since she still wasn't wearing any clothing, and his face had turned bright red. This made Rikoh laugh as she turned her body and swung her legs over the side of the bed, holding the blanket above her chest.

“Domo arigatou, Ryou-san,” Rikoh whispered.

“Well, I couldn't let you just be raped like that,” Ryou replied.

“If you don't mind my asking, where did you get that gun?” Rikoh said.

“My dad… He left it behind in his room. I found it one day and was curious about it, so I did some research. Lo and behold, it actually came in handy. I don't know how I broke the energy bindings, though. One minute they were there and the next they weren't,” Ryou said.

“I can answer that,” Rikoh started. “Like I said before, you are a very special human. Not just anyone can use that gun. The bullets' magical properties are only activated when in the hands of someone with magical powers of some sort.”

“So that means…” Ryou trailed off.

“Yes. Somewhere in you, there is dormant magical power. That doesn't mean it's the kind that can be used at any moment, though. It may just be there because of your heightened awareness of magical beings. Did you ever wonder why mythology and other stories like that drew you in so much? It's because you knew deep down that some of it was real. Why else would you have reacted so calmly to my being an angel?” Rikoh explained.

“I love you, Rikoh,” Ryou blurted out.

“N-nani?” Rikoh replied.

“I said, `I love you.' I know that we're not of the same species, and Bakura said that you wanted an angel, but I can't help feeling like this.”

“Your feelings might be confused. Angels have a natural aura around them that creates a feeling of happiness. You humans might mistaken it for `love.'”

“No! I know that's not it! Even if it is, I don't want you to ever leave me. Not again. I want you to always be with me. Please, won't you stay here?” Ryou pleaded.

Rikoh smiled and then whispered, “Ok, I'll stay.”

Ryou smiled back, but then remembered the wounds Rikoh had earned earlier. “Your… your… body… Is it…? I mean… Are you ok?” he stuttered out.

“Yes, They've probably closed up by now. See?” Rikoh said, showing the scars on each arm alternately.

“Isn't there any way to… erase some of those?” Ryou said in jealousy of the name she adorned.

“I don't think there is. But they mean nothing now, right?” Rikoh asked hopefully.

“Of course,” Ryou replied.

The two of them sat there in silence. One had a look of happiness mixed with empathy, and the other, a look of utter joy and optimism. The awkward silence still loomed overhead. That silence was broken by a bright light and a small rabbit-like creature carrying a flower descending from the sky. It stopped in front of Rikoh, who closed her eyes and extended a hand towards it. The flower disappeared and Rikoh smiled slightly, opening her eyes.

“Please give him my thanks. Take this to him,” Rikoh said.

A flower formed above her outstretched hand. The rabbit took hold of the flower and then flew away. Ryou looked at Rikoh with a look of utter confusion on his face.

“That was one of Ra's messengers. He's decided that my innocence was in fact stolen from me, not given up by my own will. My wings will return to being white and I'm no longer banned from Heaven,” Rikoh explained.

“That's great! …Isn't it?” Ryou said, sensing the lack of happiness in the angel before him.

“Since I'm a true angel again, I must return to Heaven to fulfill my duties. I can't stay here with you,” Rikoh said, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Well, it can't be helped… I mean, we'll see each other again won't we?” Ryou said hopefully.

Rikoh laughed pathetically, not being able to do anything else. She shook her head and stood, letting the blanket fall. A light enveloped her body and her wings stretched outwards. The light became blinding before it faded away. Once it was gone, Ryou, now standing, saw that Rikoh was now adorned in a flowing white dress and her wings were pure white. She smiled again and caressed his cheek with her hand.

“I must return now. This time that we've shared will not soon be forgotten. Good bye, Ryou,” Rikoh said as she walked towards the window and opened it.

“Good bye Rikoh,” Ryou replied, watching her fly higher and higher into the sky.

A sad feeling penetrated his body as he went to clean up the mess Bakura had left. Deep down, he had a feeling that she would be back. He knew that that wasn't the last time they would meet.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Ryou entered again to an empty apartment. It had been nearly a month since Rikoh had left. His friends all asked about her disappearance, but he just told them that she had needed to go home. It was the truth, after all. He sighed as he tossed his keys towards the table without looking. A familiar “ouch” was heard and the boy turned to find the owner of that voice.

His eyes settled upon Rikoh, sitting on his couch waiting for him. She was smiling and rubbing her shoulder where the keys hit her. A smile bigger than any he'd ever made before made its way onto his features. Ryou hopped over the low back of the couch and landed on the cushion next to Rikoh.

“You're back! But I thought you said we'd never see each other again,” Ryou said, confused.

“I didn't want to get your hopes up, but the message I sent asked Ra if I could remain on Earth with you. I had a hearing, and he decided that it seemed fit since I was originally intended to be your guardian angel anyway,” Rikoh explained happily.

“This is great! I can't believe you're actually staying here! But where will you sleep? I could always rearrange the furniture in here and you could sleep on a futon that we could put away in the day time…” Ryou continued his plans aloud.

Rikoh laughed at his rambling. Ryou realized that he had been going on and apologized. Rikoh shushed him by putting a finger on his lips.

“A futon doesn't sound half bad,” she said. “I'll enroll in your school and get a job to help pay for my living expenses, even though I still don't need food.”

“Are you sure? Without food expenses, you won't add much onto my monthly bills,” Ryou said.

“I'm sure. It's the least I can do to repay you,” Rikoh replied.

“Being in school together will be fun,” Ryou said, smiling.

“I haven't been to a regular school for so long,” Rikoh said happily. “There's one more thing I have to tell you…”

“What's that?” Ryou asked.

“I love you too,” she said.

She kissed him and he kissed her back. Ryou sighed from the overwhelming happiness that filled him. They sat on the couch together, fingers interlocked, for what seemed like an eternity.

~END~

 

Like me, you probably had to go back and read all the other chapters to get back in the right spot. ^^;;; Well, that was it! I hope you liked my cheesy ending. But I'm proud to say that I've finally finished this story. On my own. ^_^ Please review!