Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Two Lights, One Yami and the Big Bad Marik ❯ Kidnapped ( Chapter 4 )

Emmy: Ta da!

Ryou: T_T Emmy you hate me, you're gonna have me raped!

 

Emmy: NO! I'd never have you raped Ryou (hugs him) Rape isn't love and love you!!!

 

Malik: Stalker much…?

 

Raven: We don't own Yu-gi-oh.

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Kidnapped

 

Ryou blinked his bleary eyes. For a moment his surroundings blurry. He blinked again and everything came into focus. He was laying on a couch, in a dimly lit room, but not just any room. He immediately recognized it as being the Ishtar residence. The light began to panic. What was he doing here? How had he—? Malik that was it! Malik had been with him and then he'd passed out…Malik had been acting strange…

 

Ryou sat up and looked around, but on one was in sight.

 

“This is my chance!” he thought. “I must escape now while no one is here!”

 

Nimbly he hopped up to the living room door. He poked his head out slightly, to see if anyone was in the hall way. Not a soul. Taking his chance he tip toed down the wooden hallway floor, wincing every time the slightest creak sounded. His heart was pounding in his head and it felt like it might burst right out of his chest. He was terrified but determined to escape. Gripping the door handle he slowly began to turn it, but realized it was locked. His hand darted to the lock to turn it but his fingers were slippery from his nervous, sweating hands.

 

By now he was frantically trying to unlock the door and get it open before someone came, and his panicking just made it all the more difficult to focus on un locking the door. He had finally gotten it to turn when a deep, low, chuckle echoed throughout the hallway. This stopped Ryou right in his tracks. He froze, unmoving, not breathing. He knew that laugh…

 

He whirled around and pressed his body up against the door, for a dark, intimidating figure stood opposite him. The Egyptian's arms, decorated with shiny golden bands, were crossed, and in one hand he held the Millennium Rod.

 

“Finally awake Ryou?” he asked in a mock friendly tone.

“Marik…” Ryou managed to squeak. Although Ryou remembered the Egyptian being injured Marik was not in his wheel chair. Instead he was leaning against the wall, a cane leaning by him. His injured foot was in a cast, but partially concealed by the dark cloak he was wearing. However, a new mark decorated his tan face. A long, deep, ugly scar ran from his forehead, across part of his nose and down to his jawbone. It was a darker shad of tan than the rest of his body, hardly healed at all. The sight of it made something in Ryou click.

 

Suddenly Ryou's body seemed to break free of the trance he seemed to be in and shot for the door knob, shaky fingers slid around the cool metal desperately tried to turn it.

 

“Now where do you think you're going?” Marik asked, his Rod glowing briefly.

 

Suddenly, and against Ryou's wishes, his hand went limp and fell to his side. He was no longer trapped in a trance a fear, now he literally couldn't move. His body was limp and relaxed. Inside however, his pulse quickened and his breathing was labored.

 

“Move!” he shrieked in his head. “Move! Run! Get out of here!” But no matter how hard he tried Ryou's body was no longer in his own control.

 

“No I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere for a little while Ryou,” Marik's low voice growled as he grabbed his cane with one hand and hobbled over towards Ryou. In normal situations Ryou might have found Marik's odd walk humorous, but now it just seemed to make him look scarier.

 

Ryou instinctively tried his yami, reaching for their mental link but he was blocked off by a greater force.

 

“Ah ah ah, dear Kura will come soon, be patient.” said Marik. “I'll give you back control if you do as I say,” Malik said with a smirk. Ryou would have nodded if he could but since he couldn't…

 

Suddenly big tear drops began to fall down Ryou's cheeks and he trembled. He had control again. Ryou didn't want to cry in front of Marik. It was humiliating, and he didn't want to give Marik the pleasure of seeing him like that so he turned away and looked down, letting his hair fall across his face.

 

“There, there…” Marik's deep voice sounded scary. Ryou couldn't place the tone but it made his skin crawl, and it only got worse when Marik's hand brushed against his tear stained face, whipping the liquid away. Ryou knocked the rough hand away, but Marik just grabbed his wrist. Ryou then jerked away from the darkness and stumbled a bit, tripping on his pajama bottoms and falling forward onto the floor.

 

“Silly Ryou…So clumsy aren't you?” said Marik. Ryou closed his still watering eyes and hugged his knees to his chest. He tried once again to contact his Yami but it seemed somehow Marik was using the rod to block their connection. Why did Marik kidnap him? What was going to happen to him? Were was his yami? “Get up,” Marik ordered and Ryou did as he was told, looking away from the haunting lavender eyes. As if sensing Ryou's every fear the yami slid his fingers around the hikari's small chin and pulled it upward, so they met each other's gaze. Ryou's own eyes widened and he pulled back hastily, pulling free of Marik's grip. He shuffled backwards down the hallway, putting as much distance as he could between him and the spiky haired fiend.

 

“I hope you're not thinking of escaping. Come here Ryou,” Marik ordered, commanding and cool. Ryou shook his head.

 

“No, I want to go home,” Ryou croaked, his throat was tight. Marik chuckled.

 

“Do you think you're really in the position to be making demands?” he asked. Ryou pressed on.

 

“I-I want to go home…M-Marik…I-I-just please let me go home?!” he pleaded.

 

“Now why would I go through all that trouble of retrieving you, just to let you go?” Marik replied.

 

“Why did you…What do you want…” Ryou couldn't seem to finish any of his sentences, afraid of the answer. “M-Marik I-I'm sorry if Bakura hurt you…” Ryou looked at the scar at this point. “B-but…please…I-I-…want to go home.” Marik just seemed amused by this.

 

“You don't need to trouble yourself with my affairs Ryou.” said Marik, approaching Ryou like a panther stalking its prey. “Don't worry Ryou I won't hurt you.” Ryou inched back and hit another wall. “I simply wish to get my revenge.” His deep was full of malice.

 

“Revenge?” Ryou squeaked, squirming under Marik's impenetrable gaze.

 

“Oh yes. I am not an easily forgiving person Ryou.” He now had Ryou cornered. “Well…shall we talk more later? I hate to cut the fun short but you're part of my plan Ryou.”

 

“Part of your plan…” Ryou whimpered. “P-please Marik-d-don't—!”

 

“—I told you I'm not going to hurt you.”

 

“I-don't hurt Kura Marik…please…” Ryou pleaded. Marik laughed, a psychotic, but amused laugh. Ryou's eyes widened.

 

“Oh Ryou…sorry, but I can't keep that promise pet.” Then suddenly Marik's hand went up to Ryou's neck has Malik had done. Ryou blinked. Marik was going to make him pass out again?!

 

“Marik wait-I-!” Once again, the pressure point proved an easy target and Ryou felt hi head spin. His knees buckled and strong arms caught him as he fell. His last fleeting thoughts were of fear for his yami. What horrible fait did Marik have in store for him?

 

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A beam of light had moved its way up to the thief's face so that it was hitting him directly in the eyes. He turned over and saw Ryou's clock. It was after one in the afternoon. The yami moaned and sat up, yawning. Sleepily he scratched his stomach and hopped out of Ryou's bed, making his way to the kitchen. Bakura could hear the TV from the living room and shouted, “I'm up Ryou!” He leaned by the counter and filled his cup with hot coffee, then inhaled the scent deeply before taking a sip. Bringing his mug down, he looked around the kitchen casually.

 

As the coffee took affect Bakura suddenly became more aware. The kitchen sink was empty, no dirty cereal bowl, no clean one, no cereal bowl at all. Usually Ryou was such a neat freak. He set down his coffee. “Ryou?” he called. Nothing was heard but the voices of the TV. The thief ambled his way to the living room. “Hikari answer me when I…” No one was there. The TV was on, there was a half eaten bowl of cereal sitting on the table. “…Ryou?” Bakura hollered, popping his head out into the hallway. He looked towards the bath room but the door was wide open, the room dark and empty. “Oh shit…”

 

Quickly Bakura reached for Ryou through their mental link but found something blocking him. “What?!” Bakura cried in frustration. Ryou was missing and Bakura had no way of contacting him. Only one person came to mind.

 

“MARIK!!!!!!”

 

Bakura bolted out the door, fast as lightening, truly enraged. Marik had kidnapped Ryou?!

 

“Marik I'll kill you for this I really will!” he shouted. A few people walking by gave him an odd look but he gave them a snarl and they moved on quickly. No one wanted to get anywhere near the furious yami.

 

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“Yami what are you doing with Ryou?” Malik asked. He had his arms crossed and was giving his Yami a piercing glare. Marik had just chained Ryou up to a wall, the light's head rested to the side of his shoulder. Marik laughed heartily.

 

“Don't fuss Malik. What, you think I molested him in his sleep?” Marik gave a bob cat grin. Malik didn't find this funny.

 

“You took over my body!” he cried. “So I could do your damn dirty work!” Marik shrugged off his hikari's attitude.

 

“You were the one who was unwilling to help me in my master plan, so I had to resort to other ways of enlisting your assistance,” he replied. Malik narrowed his eyes.

 

“I don't like being used!” he spat. Marik shot a glare at Malik in annoyance.

 

“Oh really? Or are you just jealous of Ryou?” Marik sneered. Malik was taken aback.

 

“What are you talking about?” he hissed.

 

“Are you just jealous that Bakura and me are fighting over little Ryou?” Marik taunted. Malik huffed.

 

“Shut up!” was his reply and Marik gave a satisfied smirk. Malik watched as his Yami, now back in his wheel chair, rolled around the room like some psychotic super-villain. Marik was preparing the room and giving it `atmosphere' by decorating it with a number of sharp weapons. Malik thought it was stupid. Marik grumbled, as he tried to hand a long pointy hook type thing on the wall. Malik rolled his eyes and took the hook like object from his yami and hung it on the wall himself. “I don't know what you would do without me…” said Malik. Marik smirked.

 

“Cook and clean all by myself?” Marik asked.

 

“Can you cook or clean? Because if you can I'd love a night off,” Malik replied, anger decreasing.

 

“A night off? Oh I can give you a night off…” Marik smiled sexily and Malik rolled his eyes.

 

“Ha! I'd rather make out with the Pharaoh,” Malik said sarcastically. Marik tried to pout, which mad him look kind of like a bull dog with crazy hair. Malik pointed this fact out. Marik huffed. “Don't you have evil plans to make rather than sexually harass me?” Malik asked. Marik smirked.

 

“I can take a quick break…”

 

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Bakura sprinted at top speed down the pavement, his spiky hair blowing in the wind. He approached Marik's house, knowing fully well that this could be a trap. Well Bakura didn't care, he would just have to risk it. The thief didn't bother to knock, he reached for the door knob and burst into the room. He found himself in a dark hallway, only able to see a few feet in front of him. There was a sudden whoosh and the door behind him closed…

 

Bakura awaited some kind of secret attack from the dark…but as the seconds passed by nothing happened. His body was alert and ready for anything but there was not a sound in the house. He blinked, his eyes already used to the dark.

 

“Marik…” he hissed dangerously to the darkness. Carefully, cautiously, he inched forward step. Without warning the ground under Bakura's feet gave way and he found himself falling.

 

“What the f—?!”

 

Bakura's butt came into contact with the floor and he howled in pain, shouting out a few Egyptian curses. He quickly jumped up, moaned and looked around to find himself in a room with dark walls decorated by the as assortment of chains, pointy weapons, and some devices Bakura recognized that were used in mummification. His eyes widened, some of the strange contraptions Bakura hadn't ever seen.

 

“Heh…” someone chuckled evilly in the dark. Bakura spun around and what he saw was so terrifying he felt his spin shiver…

 

“Hello Bakura, nice of you to drop in,” the wheel-chair bound Egyptian cackled. Bakura was speechless. Marik was wearing tight leather pants with a belt holding a number of odd objects and his Millennium Rod, and his chest was bare and shiny like he's recently oiled it, but a long, dark scar decorated from his right shoulder down to his left hip. There was also a leather choker on his neck. Bakura's jaw dropped.

 

“W-t-f?!”

 

Marik smirked. “Now Bakura…you will pay for your…disrespect!” Bakura narrowed his eyes.

 

“Bring it on.” Bakura goaded. Both yamis struck dramatic fighting positions.

 

“Ra you are both so immature…” a voice said. Bakura glanced to see Malik leaning against the wall. “Are you really going through all of this just because Bakura din't buy you your pixie sticks Marik?” Malik asked. Marik crossed his arms and pursed his lips.

 

“It's more than that!” Marik replied.

 

“Yea! It's because your Yami is a pervert!” Bakura added.

 

“Well Ryou wouldn't have been with me if you hadn't of gotten a new hikari!”

 

“I wouldn't have gotten a new hikari if Ryou hadn't given you the chocolate!”

 

“So it's Ryou's fault?” Malik concluded.

 

“No!” Bakura yelled. “Ryou wouldn't have given the chocolate away if Marik hadn't messed with his mind and tried to turn him against me!”

 

“I wouldn't have turned him against you if you hadn't used my money to—!”

 

“So this IS about the pixie sticks!” Malik exclaimed.

 

“SHUT UP!” both yamis yelled and Malik silently grumbled to himself.

 

Bakura turned back to Marik. “Tell me where Ryou is!” Bakura demanded. Marik grinned widely.

 

“But of course…” He gestured over to a corner of the room where Ryou hung limply from the wall, his legs resting on the floor, his arms above chained above his head.

 

“RYOU!” Bakura exclaimed. “Marik you fiend, what have you done to him?!”

 

“Nothing…yet,” Marik laughed madly. Then Marik wheeled over to the unconscious hikari. Bakura tried to follow but Marik whipped out his rod, quick as a flash, and threw Bakura against the wall where the shadow magic held him. Bakura watched in fury as Marik stopped by his hikari and gently stroked his hair.

 

“Don't touch him scum!” Bakura snarled. Marik snickered.

 

“Did I press a nerve?” Marik grinned and pressed his cheek against Ryou's. Bakura narrowed his eyes and the anger practically radiated from him. Marik saw this and took it one step further and gave Ryou a peck on the check.

 

“Marik!” Bakura roared. “Get you sick, perverted hands odd him or by the gods I swear I will cut them off!” Marik dismissed the threat and gloated with a smirk. Then he wheeled himself over to Bakura.

 

“You and me Bakura, one game. I win, your hikari stays with me You win—.”

 

“If I win Ryou and Malik go with me because you'll be in the Shadow Realm!”

 

“No I call the shots. I have the magical rod!” He waved the Millennium Rod in his hands. Bakura scowled. “Now Bakura why don't we get down to business. I have a special game for us to play today…” Marik released Bakura from the wall.

 

“What's the game…” Bakura questioned. Marik's eyes widened and he gave another mad laugh. Bakura raised a brow. Marik suddenly whipped out a colorful box.

 

“Pray for mercy Bakura! For now you will battle me in the ultimate game of—!”

 

“W-T-F?!?!”

 

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Emmy: Just a little humor to lighten things up…this is my lazy story. I can do whatever I want in it.

 

Marik: That's all he gave me? Scars?

 

Emmy: Maybe, maybe not…

 

Bakura: Did you look everywhere Marik?

 

Marik: ….

 

Emmy: I spent like few hours writing it tonight and now I'm so tired. @.@

 

Raven: R&R and tell us what you think.