Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The defamation of recurrent entities. ❯ Chapter three. The fucked up mind. ( Chapter 3 )

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The world focused itself blearily. He blinked a few times until the world decided that it would finally focus. He wouldn’t thank it for that small favor.

Yugi groaned, he couldn’t help it, the world was not what it should have been. It should have been Yami’s bedroom. But it wasn’t. It was the ornate carvings of some… where. The ceiling was laced with gold press, shaped intricately. It was a red ceiling, and the gold gave it that beautiful edge of richness that called attention to detail.

Yugi’s first thought was how illegal the ceiling was. Wood was scarce in this day and age.

“Hey… are you awake?” A familiar voice asked him.

“No. I’m hoping I’m not.” Yugi groaned out. He was lying on a red velvet couch; his hands were tied with a leather chord. He rolled himself over and used his hands to push himself up. Yugi shook his head, chasing away the last vestiges of sleep from his system.

He turned his head, following the source of the voice and found Ryuji getting to his knees off the ground beside Yugi’s head. It was one thing for the Big Bad’s to involve Yugi in someone else’s problems, but did they have to do it to everyone around him too? Ryuji’s suit jacket was missing and he had rips and tears in his white shirt. At least he’d given their abductors a run for their money.

“Jeez, isn’t this a little too scary to be cracking jokes, Yugi-san?”

Yugi shook his head. “It’s never too scary to crack a joke, Ryuji-san.”

They were in a well furnished room. The décor was mostly red and gold, with a few tasteful crimson splashes here and there. There was a couch at either side of the room, a boarded up window and the world’s biggest four poster bed in the center. The room itself must have been bigger than most apartments.

“What do you think they want with us?”

Yugi sighed, testing his bonds and looking around for some more escape routes. There was no obvious door. Which made Yugi wonder how they’d gotten into the room in the first place. He stood and started examining the walls. The leather was new, tight and strong, he wouldn’t be able to break it.

“I don’t have a clue. I mean, sure, I’ve got my enemies, but why they would kidnap us and not kill us… that I don’t understand.”

Ryuji was standing now too and he circled the bed. “You don’t think…” He started, trailing off before he finished his sentence.

“What?” Yugi had found a small seam in the wall. It might have been a hidden door.

Ryuji was eerily silent.

“What don’t I think?” Yugi pressed, hands trying to get a decent hold on the seam. It didn’t have much of a gap. He needed nails or… something thin enough to go through the gap, but hard enough not the break. Good luck finding that.

“They’re not going to….” Ryuji’s voice was visibly shaking now and Yugi stopped his investigation to look at him.
Ryuji’s whole face was intense; staring at the bed like it was really a demon and had sprouted two heads. “They’re not going to rape us, are they?”

Yugi couldn’t help himself, he laughed. “Why would anyone want to rape us?”

But the idea had set in Ryuji’s mind now. The obsidian haired man shook his head violently. “I can’t be raped, I just can’t be.”

Yugi sighed. This was the least of his problems right now. He did NOT need hysterical university teachers to deal with on top of finding an escape route, or at best, some weapons. The short human walked up to Ryuji and placed a comforting hand on the man’s elbow. “Calm down. No one is going to get raped. I’ll get us out of here. We’ve just got to concentrate.”

“But what if they come back before we escape?”

“Then I’m going to beat the shit out of them.”

“How!?! We don’t have any weapons and we don’t know how strong they are!” Ryuji was almost yelling now.

Yugi pinched his temples. He was getting a headache. “Calm the fuck down! Ohh, sorry, I’ve got a bad reaction to drugs… alright, listen, I know that they’re vampires, so they are incredibly strong, but…”

He looked around the room; there was a bedside table and chair on the opposite side of the bed. Yugi walked around the massive thing of sheets and pillows and grabbed the chair, turning it over and breaking off one of its legs. “…But, we have an advantage now.”

Ryuji crawled over the bed and stood beside Yugi, looking at the chair leg. “You think that is going to be of any help?”

“I am well versed in the art of sword-play. Believe me. It will help.”

Yugi turned his attention back to the walls. He was sure there would be another door. There was always another door. This was the point in time he really wanted those weird powers to come out and make a door for him.

“How can it help at all, when I can just snap it? Or better yet…” Ryuji’s hand pulling the make-shift sword from Yugi’s grasp made the human turn around.

Ryuji had a strange smile on his face as he took the chair-leg forcefully from Yugi’s grasp and started crushing it into splinters. “What do we do then, hmm?”

Yugi took a step back. “That was great. Just crush the only defense we might have had. Look, I can gather that you’re a were-animal. But we need to stay calm and rational to get out of here.”

“A were-animal? I’ve never been so insulted in my life.” Ryuji took another step forward, invading Yugi’s personal space. Yugi’s personal space was kind of personal, and he, nor the little voice in the back of his head, took well to people invading that space.

“Back off Ryuji.”

“But I don’t want to be raped Yugi. I’m too… oh, what’s the word… ahh, pure and ‘innocent’ to be raped. Oh, won’t you help me.” This time Yugi picked up the subtle sarcasm in Ryuji’s voice.

“What the hell is up with you?” Yugi stepped back again, starting to put the bed between himself and Ryuji. He didn’t like where this conversation was heading.

“Such poetic language.” Ryuji grinned, slipping onto the bed as he steadily advanced.

Yugi’s mind did a join-the-dots. No one was that familiar with a bedroom if they’d been caught up unawares. “You’re in on this, aren’t you?”

Ryuji laughed and clapped. “So you finally figure it out. Oh, now that was cliché. Is this the part where I reveal all the secret plans and then storm out, laughing?”

“What the hell? Why are you in on this? Is it money? What?”

Ryuji was just suddenly in front of Yugi, forcing the human to back up until he was against the wall. “It’s revenge. It’s always revenge, you see. That’s the ultimate motivator, my friend. After a few million years, a few million lives, you just don’t care what else there is to distract you. When the one you love is in the arms of another.” Ryuji laughed this time. “Or in our case, I suppose, wrapping their arms around another.”

Yugi did a quick stock-take. He didn’t like the results. The human dived left, trying to shake the vampire. But Ryuji was fast. So fast that Yugi was pinned to the ground by his throat before he even finished falling. He almost swallowed his own tongue. A vampire had to be -old- to move that fast.

He tried to push Ryuji off him, but his hands were caught and forced above his head.

“And it makes a man wonder, you know, what could possibly, possibly, be interesting about a mortal? What could he possibly see in something as insignificant as you?” Ryuji hissed into Yugi’s face and the human saw the vampire’s teeth as they lengthened.

“You mean this isn’t something that I’ve caused? It’s… IT’S YAMI?” Yugi gasped out around the choker hold.

“What, you think we immortals care about a pipsqueak like you? You and your psychotic fucking problems? You’re a small fry. No offense, but you’re not even worthy of vampire-hood.” Ryuji snarled, looking this closely at the man, Yugi wondered why he hadn’t noticed the fact that Ryuji was a complete nut-case before hand.

“Why do you have to involve me?” Yugi coughed, his wind-pipe was slowly being crushed.

“WHY? Why? You should know it by now. You’re the bait that is going to lead him back to me. And then I will watch as he cries and begs while I kill you slowly before his eyes. I mean, what is so special about you anyway? Do you have some sort of magical scent or something?”

Ryuji’s hand came away from Yugi’s neck and ripped the human’s shirt off. Yugi cried out, thrashing against Ryuji. “Stop it!”

“Ohh, now you’re worried. Worried I’m going to rape you?” Ryuji grinned ferally. “Well you should be. You fucking whore. You should worry that I don’t have something to… oh, but maybe I do.”

Yugi watched as the thoughts rolled through Ryuji’s cat like eyes. And he didn’t like whatever those thoughts were. Ryuji dragged Yugi to his feet by the leather strap and then Yugi was air born and he hit the bed hard. The bed cracked and groaned and Yugi was thankful it was one of those very rich, very soft beds, because he didn’t feel the boards smack against his rib-cage. He lay very still for a while, relearning how to breathe. His lungs weren’t liking that idea. He was winded and his throat burned with every in-take of air he took. After two minutes he finally managed to sit up.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHH!!!” Someone’s screaming sounded. Yugi whipped his head around, looking for the source, but he was alone in the room.

Either Ryuji could teleport. Or… something.Yugi finally managed to roll off the bed and was attempting to break another leg off the chair when something slammed into his body and threw him back on the bed. Once again, he was winded, only he was pretty sure two of his ribs cracked from the impact this time.

Ryuji’s face appeared above him once more and he felt his arms being dragged above his head and secured to something, he couldn’t do anything to resist, he couldn’t breathe enough to even try.

“Honestly, destroying my furniture. Well, don’t worry; I know exactly the lesson to teach you for that.” Ryuji grinned and brought up an arm.

It was a small arm, pale and blood dripped from the shoulder joint where it had been ripped off. Yugi could see a long scar running up the forearm and the white of the shoulder-cap bone, glistening in the lamp light.

All the color drained from Yugi’s reddened face.

That was Jounouchi’s arm.

“Ohh, I think you’ve cottoned onto something. Now tell me, I only watched the video twice, but did he rape you first, or did he torture you first?”

Yugi growled. “You sick bastard. You think just reading my mind makes you know something about the horror I’ve been through?”

“Why Yugi,” Ryuji smiled wider. “I was filming it.”

~To Be Continued…

Sweet notes: Hehehehehehhehehehehehehehehehehehe… he… hehehehe… heheh…

Ryuji: hehehe… hehehehehe…

Sweets: hehe…hehehe…hehehehehe…

Yugi: Would you two shut the hell up? You’re freaking me out. And that’s not hard to do after that chapter.

Yami: Ewwwwwww… ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww just eeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Bakura: What’s your problem?

Yami: I had sex with Ryuji! Ewwwww!!!!

Sweets: What’s wrong with that?

Yami: Do you know how many fangirls would kill you for that? I am so strictly a Y/Y guy only!

Ryo: Don’t you think that’s a bit selective?

Sweets: Yeah, when I first saw that episode, I thought you guys would make a good couple.

Jou: Well, yeah sure they would. BUT DOES IT HAVE TO INVOLVE ME MISSING AN ARM?

Sweets:… yes. Yes it does.

Ryuji: I feel evil.

Ryo: Dude, you –are- evil.

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