Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The defamation of recurrent entities. ❯ Chapter Four. The wrong documents. ( Chapter 4 )

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The human mind has more than one breaking point, he observed.

The first point is mild insanity. It is that barrier that when the human puts his foot across, snaps and takes that foot away. So then our mental self hobbles around footless for a while; crippled. The barrier that should have stopped us from putting our foot over the edge is forever broken.

Mostly there are ways of fixing it; the proverbial synthetic feet; but the wounds never really fully regenerate.

Yugi’s mind had once been pushed to that line, had lost a foot, had gained two in replacement. And although he had been pulled from the edge, through magic and life; it had never truly left his peripheral vision.

Now, as the sickly fingers entered his body; as he choked on the ball-gag in his mouth; as his blood trickled from his wounds; as his last grip on the safe, sane-ness of white noise drowned out; he felt the synthetic foot ripping away, just as his body was ripped into.

He had screamed, he had sobbed; he had tried to fight back. But he was like a baby in the jaws of a lion.

Helpless.

Defenseless.

Doomed.

As the thickness of the pulsing cock throbbed inside of him; Yugi struggled to pull the white-noise back. Unfeeling was the only foot-hold of sanity left in his world before the hell in his mind exploded through the flood-gates. Before gibbering madness took him. before it was far too late for anyone to do anything.

“Ohh, such tight little whore. You let Yami do you raw? You let him indulge in the necrophilia fantasies we all have? I bet you fucking do, you little whore.”

If he still had the white noise; it would all be muted out. He wouldn’t have heard these words.

If the little voice in the back of his head wasn’t deathly silent, he would be screaming with it, drowning all feeling from his body. But he could feel. He could –feel- it all. And the death, and the sickness, and the blood was sweeping over all his senses, drowning him.

Choking him.

Hurting him.

Killing him.

Yugi’s legs were dissolving in The Void. The darkness that had started in his mind when he was just a child was eating its way up his body. And although he struggled; although he resisted; trying to hold onto just a little sanity there was the other part of him that wanted that coolness to enclose his senses. There was a part of him that wanted The Void to stare back into his soul. The place that insanity lead to… that place, deep inside every mind.

The darkness so dark, there was no warmth.

The coolness that promised the one thing that his sanity couldn’t give him.

Revenge.

That hot feeling; that salty smell of semen as it is released and those sweaty hands scratching bloody rivers down his chest. And the panting in his ear, the bucking of the body above him. The pain of his rectum. The horror of the video camera that watched it all. The gray blotches. The torn sheets. His ragged breath.

He must have passed out at some stage from blood-loss because after a while he wasn’t in that place.

He was in the one place that Yugi feared above all others.

The blackness so black, there could never be warmth.

“And if you’ll just sign here, Mr. Moutoh.” The hand indicated the scroll.

“What am I signing?” Yugi asked quietly.

“Your soul for revenge, of course.” The demon chuckled, obviously Yugi was absent minded. They had just drafted this arrangement. It was all pre-mapped. All Yugi had to do now was sign.

Yugi shook his head. “But I don’t really want to sell my soul.”

“What else can you give us, then?”

“Well, what do you value?”

“Virginity- you’re fresh out. Blood-almost out of that too, I hear. Power- now you told me yourself you don’t have any. And the human soul. So, our bargain is fairly simple, wouldn’t you say?”

“Wait, I might have some power?”

“Oh?”

“Aura psysonicism.”

“Ohhhh, that’s very rare indeed. What proof do you have?”

“I’ve used it a few times. I don’t know how it works.”

The demon brought out a book and flipped through it. “Aura… aura… ah! Aura sonics… says here it manifests at birth. Well, how could you have it then, your eyes were sealed against psychic influences.”

Yugi thought about that. He honestly thought about it. “Wait, what if the protection wore off?”

“Something with enough power to break the protection would erode it... but what could do that?” The demon added thoughtfully.

Yugi snapped his fingers. “Of course! It must have broken when Yami did me.”

“Please, no details, we only like virgins, not full-time lovers.” The demon held up a defensive hand.

Yugi blinked. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Well, I’m a demon you see, so it comes across that way regardless.”

Yugi nodded sympathetically.

“So, your power for the revenge you’re after. Any particular weapons?”

“Guns, swords, whatever.”

The demon ‘hmmed’. “We have a new manifestation for psychic guns and swords. The hottest stuff on the market.”

Yugi’s dark eyes narrowed. “Sure.”

“Well, sign your name then, sir, and we’ll be in business.”

Yugi let the claw slice his finger and signed the contract with his bleeding digit.

“Pleasure doing business with you, we’ll be seeing you soon, Mr. Motouh.”

Yugi smiled and waved as the demon disappeared.

Then he realized that he’d signed the document that gave the creature his soul, not his power.

“Hey, wait…” Yugi called out.

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Blood.

Vampire.

Vampire.

Blood.

Demon.

Power.

Blood.

Blood.

Pain.

Pain.

… Pain.


Jounouchi…

Arm.

Silence.
Can’t breathe.

Can’t see.

So much pain.

Help.

Help me someone.

Yami…

VAMPIRE.

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The young man’s mind seemed to have broken, Ryuji thought sullenly, as he left the room, the broken doll curled up in a fetal position on the bed with his friend’s arm on his lap. The toy had stopped amusing him a few minutes ago when his black eyes hadn’t even flickered when he’d poked him in the eyes with the white fingers.

The low keening on the Elf was still going on outside and Ryuji came out, glancing at the bleeding creature. Poor Elf, he was in quite a lot of pain.

“If your master bargains properly for your release, you might get your arm back before you bleed to death.” Ryuji told the blood-coated blonde.

The Elf gave no visible sign of having actually heard what he’d said. His skin had that sickly white-ness of near death and his eyes were dilated so much that Ryuji figured he’d gone to the same place the little human was in. people did that a lot around him.

You could push a human to a point, and they would break.

You could push them further and they would shatter into a thousand pieces.

Ryuji wondered if Yami could be pushed that far. Surely he could. Anyone could be pushed to breaking point. Anyone.

How far would the video push Yami?

Ryuji smiled. He figured it would be far enough to make the swine beg.


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Yami was busily gutting a chicken and using its blood to draw up a circle when the package arrived. His computer announced the file with a beep and he nodded to the vampire in the corner to turn it on. One of Seto’s children, from the look of it.

The file was a video. Yami signaled silently for it to be put on the main screen.

Quickly Yugi’s shocked face came into view taking up the whole screen; the human blinked a few times and gritted his teeth. “Fuck you.”

“Do it! Now!” Came the response from the filmer and a white hand smacked Yugi’s face in a blur of motion. Yugi didn’t cry out, although a huge red welt spread from the impact.

“Yami, you bastard, at least all my ex’s are dead, you’d better kill this on-”

He was silenced with another hit. The camera moved and Ryuji’s face came onto the screen. “As you can see, dark-eyes, I have your little slut. I hope you’re willing to bargain for his release, or…”

Ryuji smiled and brought the camera back, showing more of the room. Yugi was tied down on the bed and there was a bleeding arm beside him. The arm was eerily short. The human was relatively unharmed, save for the bruises on his face and his nakedness.

“You can start screaming for your master now, Yugi. Prove to him that nothing he owns is truly his.” Ryuji was saying, he picked up the arm.

Yugi’s beautiful eyes were big and wide as the vampire straddled him; he wasn’t looking at anything but the arm. “No…” it was a soft whisper.

The fingers touched him and Yugi screamed. Ryuji laughed. “You know what he’s worried about, dark-eyes? That the tape I just showed him is going to be repeated. Because he didn’t need that tape, now did you Yugi? Thought you had the only copy, didn’t you?”

Ryuji was taking that arm down Yugi’s body, causing small screams to come from the human’s throat. He smacked the boy again and leaned down to kiss him. Yami saw the blood from the kiss even before Yugi’s muffled screams reached his ears.

And then that arm…

Yami shattered the computer violently.

He finished the circle and threw the headless chicken into the wall. “MARIK! GET THE FUCK IN HERE!”

The mage came running.



~To Be Continued…

Sweet notes: Ohhh, Yugi got mind-fucked.

Ryuji: Hehehhe….

Sweets: hehe… hehehehhehehehehehehe

Yugi: STOP LAUGHING YOU PSYCHOTIC CHILD MOLESTOR!

Yami: *kills them*

Sweets and Ryuji: +_+;;;;

Ryo: While I feel better, what are we supposed to do now the author’s dead?

Marik: Welll….. I vote we take over.

Bakura: …. Yeah! Awesome idea, anyone ever WRITTEN before?

Yugi: Well, it can’t be that hard if she can do it.

Yami: Where’s the word document? *computer crashes and shows Blue Screen Of Death ™* Ahhh! It broke!

Ryo: Just hit the enter key. The enter key fixes everything!

Yami: *wipes the hard drive* Ahh, good thing she’s dead, because, she would… like… totally, kill me for that… *chooses not to follow the cracking knuckles behind him* yeah… dead… *crack*… not like she’s come back as a zombie before or anything…*crack*… yeah…*crack, crack* …*little voice* someone help?