Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Torture Rituals of Marik ❯ Yugi ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1 - Yugi

 

Using the mystical powers of his rod, he conjured up a clipboard from thin air. Looking at the top of his `To Torture' list, he found a name he was familiar with. This, would be even more blissful than bathing in the lava pits on the sixth floor of hell. And that, was a sensation to be reckoned with!

Glad that this day of reckoning had arrived, Marik made the clipboard dissipate from whence it came. Slipping his rod in the belt of his pants, he glided to where his first `lucky contestant' was situated. Said `contestant' was suspend with some steel chains on the wall, squirming to no avail.

 

“I've been waiting a long time for you, little Yugi.”

 

Large crimson eyes scowled angrily down at Marik, “Yeah, I'm sure you have. I still have no idea why I'm here. Of all people I deserve to go to heaven.”

 

Hand on hip, Marik chuckled, “Well, you screwed yourself over, by playing the Seal of Orichalcos.”

 

“But Yami played it first!” Yugi made an obvious attempt to convince the devil that he was innocent.

 

Swapping his weight onto the other leg, Marik continued, “You worsened your current status by sleeping with the pharaoh.”

 

“Damn it!” the little boy cursed.

 

Making his way to where Yugi hung, he brought out his rod, and prodded the boy's leg, “On top of all that, your foul little mouth secured you a place with me down here. And God never could appreciate studded belts and buckles on clothes.” once again hiding his rod away, he went over to a podium opposite the boy. Standing at the podium, he knelt down, away from Yugi's view. There was a disconcerting rustling noise from it.

 

“Now, what to begin with.” Marik mused, rummaging through the contents of the black box at his feet.

 

“What do you mean Marik?” if he hadn't been afraid earlier, he was now.

 

“Aha!” revealing himself again, Yugi was disconcerted by the smug smirk on Marik's face, “Recognise something?”

 

The recently deceased boy squinted his eyes, which shot wide open as he realised what Marik held in his grasp, “What are you going to do with that?”

 

“I heard that you were quite fond of this Celtic Guardian alarm clock,” he placed it on the stand in front of him, sniggering as he did so, “Since you now live in hell, there's no need for it anymore.”

 

Bringing out his rod for the third time, he proceeded to smash the clock into several pieces, until it was nothing more than a pile of metallic ashes. Marik burst into a fit of laughter, on seeing the helpless brat cry.

 

“If you liked that, you're just gonna love this,” this time, Marik brought up a small, cuddly toy.

 

“No! Not my Kuriboh!” Yugi pleaded, “Please, not it!”

 

Little by little, Marik ripped the plushie limb by agonising limb. As each appendage was ridded of, Yugi let out enormous cries. This, Marik liked. But he knew, that the next couple of tricks up his sleeve, would top anything he had just inflicted.

 

Tears cascaded down the fallen hikari's face, “What did he ever do to you?! Why?!”

 

Pointing directly at Yugi, the Morningstar laughed his guts out, “You really are pathetic Yugi! It's painfully hilarious how sad you really are.”

 

“I am not sad!” yelled Yugi.

 

“This next little number speaks more than words. Observe.”

 

Pulling something large out from the box, the tanned demon sprawled his arms across the pedestal, lazily hanging the object in front of him.

 

“Nooooo! Have mercy! Leave him alone!”

 

“Mercy? Pah, that's for the weak little Yugi,” standing up straight, he shuffled in his pockets for a particular item, “This, is not a him either! It's a fucking Dark Magician blow up doll for crying out loud!”

 

“But, but…” he stuttered.

 

“Sorry Darky, “ he mockingly stroked the doll as he spoke, “But it's high time somebody deflated that ego of yours!”

 

As the needle pricked the Dark Magician, Yugi screamed, thrashing about in his chains. Momentarily, the Dark Magician was nothing more than a flat pile of plastic.

 

“Please stop this Marik!” he begged, “I've had enough! I can't take anymore.”

 

“Oh but Yugi, I have one more thing to share with you before I leave you to my minions,” sweat trickled profusely from Yugi's brow. He wished he could at least wipe it away. Another thing, what was Marik going to do next? There couldn't possibly be anything else that was worse than all he'd done anyway. Could there?

 

“This is my favourite!” Marik jumped up and down like a giddy school girl, as a remote appeared in his hands, “Remember this little Yugi?”

 

A screen appeared from behind a wall of flames. Suddenly, Yugi saw himself and his yami, doing something he'd never wanted anyone else to see.

 

“Yugi!” a deep voice yelled, a distinct hint of need sounding from it.

 

There was an image of the once pharaoh and his reincarnation, pounding him from behind.

 

Leaning his chin against his palm, Marik scoffed, “Huh, and I always thought that the pharaoh would be the dominant one.”

 

“Stop this!” Yugi shouted at the top of his lungs.

 

“Oh aibous, keep going!”

 

“I don't think the pharaoh wants to stop. It would be rude of me to interrupt such a moment.” Marik briefly looked at Yugi, before turning back to the screen. To make things worse, he raised the volume, so everything sounded ten times louder than normal.

 

“Pharaoh!” he screamed in ecstasy, as he came in the film.

 

“Aibous!!”

 

Switching it off, the devil threw away the remote, not caring where it landed.

 

“I'm not done with you yet little Yugi. There is something I thought you ought to know…”

 

Exasperatedly, he sighed, “What? Spill the beans!”

 

“Heh, heh.” Marik left the podium and stood under Yugi, “…I figured that your grandfather had the right to know about you and the pharaoh, so I sent him a copy of the tape. Bwahahaha!”

 

“Ra, nooooooooo!” the small boy screamed.

 

“To make the experience more realistic to the old man, I made it specially in 6.1 Dolby Digital surround sound and converted it into 3D imaging…with the 3D glasses thrown in as a bonus!”

 

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

Marik's deep laughter echoed along the halls of his underworld, rousing all his demons and fiends from their half asleep state. They had now entered the era, of ultimate suffering and malice!