Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The End ❯ The End-Bakura ( Chapter 1 )

Title: The End

Warnings: Angst, Rape.

Rating:Nc-17

Thorn: This is the first part in a three part series. These are my versions of each of the three yami's died, this is Bakura's.

The three hikari's had returned to their respective homes, each one wondering what to do. Earlier They had been talking, and the topic was their Yami's. If the Yami's where spirits, didn't that mean at one time they had to die? So how did it happen? How did the Yami's die?

~*~*~*~*~*~Ryou's House~*~*~*~*~*~

"Bakura, I'm back" Ryou called out to his Yami. No response, Ryou walked through the house and down to the basement to see if Bakura was once again fighting with the vile contraption.(the computer). No luck. Bakura wasn't in the basement. Ryou was sure that Bakura would not be in bed at this time. So he wondered up stairs. He wasn't in his room, he wasn't in Ryou's. Hell he wasn't in any of the rooms on that floor either. It wasn't until he heard a thud from above him that he knew where Bakura was. And sure enough when Ryou got up to the attic, there sitting in a pill of dust was a very disgruntled looking Bakura. "Kura!!! What happened?" Ryou yelled at him as he rushed over to him.

"Oh, your back, I d-d-a-choo. Didn't hear you come in."

"What are you doing up here?"

"I was looking for something."

"Well did you find it?"

"No, all I seem to have found is a bunch of dust."

"Poor Kura."

"Oh shut-up."

"Come on lets get you cleaned up." Ryou smiled as he helped his Yami up to his feet.

Ryou went down to the kitchen to start super and Bakura went to take a shower. As Ryou was cooking he kept thinking of ways he could ask Bakura his question. He thought of about a hundred different ways he could do it, but most of them ended in Bakura getting very mad and leaving. Ryou had tried before asking Bakura about his past and gotten a bit of information from him. Enough to understand why he did and acted the way he did now.

After eating Bakura and Ryou went to relax. The fire was warm and Ryou lay on Bakura as they both watched the flames dance before them. Ryou kept thinking about what he wanted to hear from Bakura and he could, in no way think of how to ask his Yami that question with out him getting up-set or distant. Ryou hated when Bakura became distant with him, it made him feel so unloved and alone.

"Your quiet tonight koi." Bakura murmured

"Yeah, I know."

"Something on your mind?"

"Hai."

"Going to tell me what?" Silence answered Bakura's question. Then he heard something very quiet whispered. "What was that?" Bakura asked.

"How did you die?" The question was whispered again, as if Ryou didn't want Bakura to know what he was asking, but needing to voice the question.

"You don't want to know little one."

"Says who? I want to know Kura, I want to know it."

"So innocent. Ryou, you don't need to carry the burden of knowing."

"But I want it. Please Kura. Let me know." Ryou looked up at Bakura's face, his features seemed distant and he appeared to be thinking behind those dark almond eyes that the both of them possessed.

"Alright." That one word was almost inaudible to Bakura's ears, but he was sure Ryou heard him. Bakura was never any good at communicating words to other people so he had an other plan to tell Ryou what happened so long ago.

Bakura held Ryou to him as they both entered his soul room. The room was kept warm, as Ryou had long ago learned Bakura hated being cold. Bakura took Ryou's hand and he lead him through the maze of the room. Past several closed doors, which Ryou had learned the hard way, are better left closed.

At the far back was a door that looked different. It looked sad, even if Ryou wasn't sure how a door could be sad. "Ready?" Bakura looked intently at Ryou. Ryou shuck his head yes and Bakura opened the door.

The light that they walked into was amazing. The heat to. Bakura gave Ryou a minute to adjust to the new surroundings before they started to move. They didn't have to go far to find Bakura.

The first sight of him was him running from something. He was cut a looked rather worried. They watched, as omnipresent beings, looking down on what seemed like a nightmare. Behind Bakura four men where following, they where only about a mile behind him. Bakura just kept running through the heat that seemed to come straight up from hell and stop him in is run for his life. Ryou watched intently as his Yami watched him. The living Bakura was trying to make it to the city, he was sure he could loose them in the city, he had done it before after that bitch took his best friend to the shadow realm.

The sun was setting, sending the sky burning as Bakura made it to the city. He rested when he was sure he had lost the four men. His breathing was labored and you could tell just by looking at him, he was in great pain. He slid down the wall he was leaning on and laid his head back. Tears becoming evident in his dark eyes. They never made it to his cheeks though, fear replaced all emotions as he heard the four men yelling at people about a white haired thief. They told them they would pay a vast amount for him if he was brought alive.

Bakura's run for freedom was once again on, but this time he didn't have the energy to make it out of the city. He was cut off by on of the four who where chasing him. His smile was unnerving as he moved forward on Bakura. Bakura was about to try to run for it, but the man picked him up and carried a screaming Bakura with him to the other three. They had made a small camp outside of the city, so no one would hear what they said, or watch what they did.

The man brought Bakura into the main tent they had set up. They all seemed very happy with the fact that they had achieved and captured him. They all seemed to have taken classes on how to smile like demons, since that's what all four of them looked like. "Do you know what's going to happen to you little one?" The ring leader asked Bakura's struggling form. Bakura didn't answer. Instead he fought harder to get out of the one mans vice like grip. "Do you think we're going to kill you?" The question caught him off guard, of course they where going to kill him, that's why they where after him. The question made no sense to Bakura. "Well, it is true we have to kill you, but the lady didn't say we couldn't have some fun with you first."

With that the leader of the bunch pushed Bakura's legs a part and broadened his smile. "They said you're a dirty little slut, so you should be used to this." He said before he thrust fully into Bakura. The man going down on his knees so Bakura would be closer to the ground. Bakura let out a pained scream.

"Stop it!! Please!!" Ryou watched in horror, he wanted to turn away, but he couldn't. He watched the tears roll down Bakura's checks silently as he screams became muffled by another one of the men forcing him to swallow his whole member.

They continued their rape of Bakura for hours. When they where done they left his broken body, covered with blood and semen on the cold sand. They laughed as they walked away from him. Ryou looked at the crying form lying in a fetal position trying desperately to come himself down. Ryou turned to his yami and watched him look away.

When Bakura woke the men where gone, but he knew they would be back so he forced his sore limbs to carry him on. Trying to escape them. Bakura failed, every time he thought he had escaped them, they would catch him and rape him all over again. The tears where coming less and less during these painful visits, but they still racked his body into shaking tremors afterwards.

Almost three weeks they had been chasing him. Bakura was so tired. The midnight white became tempting. The poison would end all of his suffering painlessly. But although that thought was inviting for him, Bakura was still afraid.

He was wondering through the cliffs, he knew an oasis was close to here, if he needed a place to rest, that would be it. What he found in the cliffs was not what he expected. There tied up, carvings re-opened was Marik. He looked dead, head forward and knees giving out, being held up by the tight restraints in his wrists.

"Marik!!" Ryou watched the Bakura run up to him and cut him down.

"Kura. I didn't think I'd see you again." He voice was dry and pained.

"Can you walk?" Marik smiled slightly and stood. A little wobbly, but stood. Bakura took his arm and they left together. Bakura knew that his pursuers were not far behind. He took Marik to the oasis.

No words were said. Neither seemed to have the strength or will to carry on. Bakura fell asleep by the water, leaving Marik to do as he wished. Bakura was startled to wake up to water on his face. He felt wait on his chest and fear stuck him, had they found him already? He looked down, to see Marik lying on his chest, tears streaming down his tanned face. "Why are we still going on Bakura? I want it to end so much."

Bakura forced a small smile for the one he had cared for and loved for so long. His precious. "I have a way out." Bakura whispered into Marik hair as he pulled them back so that he could lean back on a tree.

"Really?" The frailness of his voice hurt to listen to.

Bakura once again smiled. He pulled out the midnight white. Pulling off the small cap, releasing the sweet smell. "One drink and you will never have to hurt again. You will be free." Bakura offered to him.

Marik took the vile and drank down half of it handing the rest to Bakura. Taking his half he rested his head back on the tree. Marik smiled, leaning up he kissed Bakura, slow and sweet. "I love you." Marik whispered out as he rested his head on Bakura's shoulder, socking it in the tears that wouldn't stop falling from his beautiful face.

"I love you too." Bakura whispered. Stroking Marik's hair in a soothing manner as his tears fell down into the tangled mess of light.

So there they lay in the tangle of trees, by the water in the oasis, thinking they were free. Their breaths slowed and their hearts stopped as the two of them lay in each others arms, waiting to be released.

Ryou watched intently as the Millennium Ring glowed and a light from Bakura's body entered it. Marik had a light leave his body too, but to where it went Ryou couldn't see. He assumed it went into the Millennium Rod. But watching the two, now lifeless bodies lie there in complete peace made Ryou feel just a little better, knowing that for a little they could escape the pain in witch the lived in.

"Shall we go?" Ryou turned and looked at his Bakura and shuck his head. Bakura took his hand and lead him out of his soul room and returned them both to their bodies.

When Ryou opened his eyes, he something he would keep with him forever. Bakura was crying, and not with rage or suffering, but crying for, well Ryou wasn't sure what, but it was happening.

"Don't cry." Ryou crooned to his yami as they lay on the couch. Bakura offered a small smile, but the special thing about this smile was that it was real, it was from the heart. Ryou smiled back and rested his head down on Bakura's chest, feeling the wetness grow from his own tears, but he didn't care.

"Thank you." Ryou whispered as they both fell into a deep sleep.

Thorn: Sorry this one is sad, but the other two will be too I'm afraid. I will be posting Yami's and Marik's ones later. Please Review.