|A Few Small Repairs
Author: Her Sweetness PM
People are disgusting. That's what Ryou knows and has always known. When he decides to do something about it, they find out how dangerous repairs can be. Angstshipping and Tendershipping.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - R. Bakura - Chapters: 11 - Words: 30,500 - Reviews: 88 - Favs: 29 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 01-02-06 - Published: 11-20-05 - Status: Complete - id: 2668801
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Warning: Character deaths, may contain disturbing themes. Rating may change. (Language)
—A Few Small Repairs—
Echo Be Heard:
The sun was quite feisty the next day. Though those rain clouds came back from where ever they had hidden during that night, the sun fought it's way to the center of the sky. Heavy grayish clouds surrounded the orb of light and came together, cornering it until only a ray of sunshine was able to make it to the Earth's surface, marking one spot in the city with a healthy beam of light. People below, in the city, moving about their business, looked up at the still fighting sun in gratitude. Oh, how nice it was to see something beautiful after a week of rain and bothersome gloom. They looked up and smiled and loved that one beam of sun no matter how small it might've appeared.
The heavy and gray clouds saw this, saw this gratitude and love all too clearly and were jealous. They looked at the sun as being the source of bothersome gloom, and looked at themselves as bringing peace. But the wretched humans cannot see that, they cannot see true beauty, purity. The heavy and gray clouds would show them true beauty. Would show them that they could live without the sun and would live without it. They moved in, all coming together, gathering their group power and, in one motion, covered the sun and it's one beam. The sky was veiled and though it was still early in the morning, the day felt as if it were almost over.
Why was that?
In the city, a little ways from where that sunbeam was and a long ways from any sunshine, was an alleyway. In between two large buildings, it stood in it's darkness, filled with old boxes and a few dumpsters, it stood unnoticed. People passed it, ran by it, stood by it then moved for fear of standing too close to darkness. But it was not too dark in that alleyway. It couldn't have been. Because two light, chocolate, rounded orbs suddenly appeared and opened and starred out into the busy streets, the busy buildings across the busy streets and more. Those two orbs were light, fluffy and airy and, of course, something that beautiful and inviting could not be dark.
They starred out all the way to the other side of the street, in front of another large building. Earlier in the day, that building's glass windows were shinning with rays that came down from the sun. But now they didn't shine at all and were dull. The two chocolate orbs quickly averted their gaze down to right in front of that building, right by a large white sign. A teenager was standing there, leaning on the sign languidly and checking his watch every so often. But this teenager was different from the others that had passed by the streets and were off somewhere, being obscene, being wasteful of their lives. This teenager was very different. Dark candy skin, large lavender eyes that were complemented with shiny, golden hair, a taught body that was shown off with every outfit he wore. Dream-worthy. Special. Different.
The owner of the coffee brown eyes took a step out of the alleyway that he had been standing in for over an hour. Scrutinizing the other teen's body to no end, he had gotten lost in his thoughts and mind. He had stepped out of the shadows so quickly that it was a mild shock to a few people walking by. They said nothing and simply walked around him as he stood there, still starring across the street. He was not showing off his body like the other. He was dressed casually; white and blue stripped shirt, khaki pants and sneakers. Wasn't that all he really needed?
He stood there, still. Forcing people to walk around him for minutes until finally those glorious lavender eyes from across the street darted away from wherever they might have been and landed right on his casually dressed body. There was a mutual smile and Malik didn't even give a second thought before waving him over. He crossed the street, not waiting for the light or any signal, but made it to the other side and looked up at the building behind the Egyptian. It was big and beautiful. And the sign they were next to was just to tell the people what this big, beautiful building harbored. But then, he already knew.
"You're right on time." Malik had said after looking at his watch and then flipping it over to show his friend that he had come at two minutes before ten. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to be able to make it." He joked. Of course it was a joke. His friend would've come no matter what.
The paler teen took it good naturedly and smiled before letting his hand come from behind his back and latch onto his friend's, lightly. He looked up into lavender, speaking gently, "I thought about you last night… D-Did you think about me?"
He blinked, almost looking surprised, then shook his head and gave the teen's hand a small squeeze, "Are you kidding? You were all I thought about. I wanted to come over to your house, but I decided not to… I figured you needed the rest. Well… It's about time and we don't want to keep him waiting. Are you ready to go in?"
There was a pause. A quick flicker of brown eyes from looking strait ahead to the ground. He looked back up and tugged a little on Malik's arm, bringing him towards the street, where he was backing up towards. When Malik stalled, looking at him strangely, he nodded and smiled sweetly, "Please, Malik. I want to show you something."
"But, wait a minute. Ryou, your appointment—"
"Can wait, can't it? Can't you postpone it for something I need you for…?" He continued to pull on the darker teen's arm and he didn't put up much of a fight. They crossed the street like that and people starred. They reached the other side safely and were back to right in front of that same alleyway he had come out of. He pointed down the street and attempted to pull Malik with him. He said, eyelids drooped, "There's just something I want to show you, Malik, it won't… it won't take long at all." When Malik pulled his arm away, he whirled around, eyes now wide and pleading, "Malik, please!"
"Ryou! This can't wait! I… I can understand if you're scared or nervous, but," His eyes and tone softened as he moved foreword, and took the boy by the shoulders and pulled him a little closer, "I'm going to be there, in the room with you. If you want, I'll hold your hand the entire time, I won't leave you. But you have to come, this is too important to just walk away from."
"You don't understand, this'll only take a minute! I promise… I promise that we can come back right after this, alright? Please come with me, Malik. Please?" His eyes got bigger, watery, almost as if he were about to cry. But he looked so tired, like he was worn out. Malik looked back at the building and then at his watch and then back to his friend who was still looking at him with those large, beautiful doe-eyes.
Malik sighed inwardly, "If this is quick…"
"It will be." He nodded, a little lilt appearing in his voice as he took Malik by the hand once again and began walking down the street and turned a corner. Malik had, during their walk, asked several times what it was that his companion wanted to show him, if it had anything to do with the appointment or if anyone was hurt. When the paler teen said nothing, he ceased his questioning and followed, letting himself be led to somewhere.
Eventually, the somewhere he was being led to revealed itself to be the park in the center of the city. Lush, green leaves blew in the breeze and the grass below their feet tilted and swayed as the leaves did. They had gone much too far for Malik's comfort and he was about to stop his companion and demand to know where they were going, but as he opened his mouth to voice his opinion, they stopped. He looked up only to find that they were in front of a shed. In the middle of that park, there was this shed, he remembered, where no one ever went. It was old, aluminum and tinged with rust stains all over. His companion opened the door, it creaked, and he walked in, swaying his lithe hips from side to side as he disappeared into the darkness of the old, forgotten structure.
Malik hesitated for a second before entering himself. When his body was all the way inside, the door shut behind him and he whirled around, squinting in the darkness. His eyes darted around before he rubbed them, trying to get used to the abyss, "R-Ryou? I can't see very well… Did you want to show me something in here?"
"Yes, I did, Malik." His voice rang from behind him, by the door, and Malik turned his head just in time to see his companion's pale face in the now-lit room. His hand was on a chain that led to a lone and bare light bulb that hung in the middle of the shed, covering more than half of the shack in naked, florescent lighting. His companion's head was tilted downwards, as if he were looking to the ground. His lips moved, mutely and after a moment of silence passed, Malik spoke, "Well, what is it?"
The teen's head jerked up and he looked at him with sad eyes. A soft, pained moan escaped his lips and before the Egyptian knew it, his friend was standing beside himself. A slightly paler him that was little less than transparent in the bright light. Malik instinctively jumped back and was up against the wall opposite the two albinos as his eyes widened and he looked at who he knew to be his friend in question. There was nothing but silence as the boy's eyes became more somber by the second and his other self moved from beside him, taking a powerful step foreword. His bloody, chocolate orbs gleamed as he grinned, "I can't believe you were foolish enough to come here. And here I thought you had more smarts than that. Guess I was wrong."
"Do not speak to him!" Death shouted abruptly as Malik had looked to the boy behind him. He sneered, taking another step foreword and running a hand quickly through his spiky, silver locks as he advanced on the tanned teen, "He's heard enough of your lies already. He knows what you had planned to do to him, he knows what would've happened after that appointment."
Malik's eyes widened and then narrowed into lilac slits as he glared at the albino that was now only a foot away in distance, "If Ryou would go to that psychiatrist, he would finally be helped! Maybe they could help him get rid of you! Ryou," He turned his head, looking right passed Death and to the boy on the other side of the shed who had been silent since they arrived. He shouted, "I only care about your happiness and safety! Nothing bad would've happened, you're letting him lie to you! That facility only helps people and I would've been with you whenever you went. Ryou, nothing bad is going to happen there."
His head was still bowed and both the other beings in the room watched him intently as a tear fell from his face and hit the wooden floorboards under their feet. He muttered something and Malik whispered that he couldn't hear what he had said. His head immediately jerked up, a tear-stained face revealed and narrowed chocolate vats as he screamed, "I'm not upset over the fucking institution! Malik! It's you! I thought you loved me! How could you think that they could ever have helped someone like me? I didn't want to go, you saw that I didn't want to go when you handed me the card! You said you loved me over and over again but… but this is still happening, and I-I…"
There was a second when all that was heard were small sniffles and hiccups as the boy tried to pull himself together. Malik found his voice, though it cracked under threat of crying, "R-Ryou, I do love you. Everything I've done this past week has been for you, Ryou, I'd give up anything for you to be alright!"
"Then I'm glad we're on the same page."
Malik turned back to Death who had since folded his arms over his chest and had let his eyes move from his look-alike to the tanned boy in front of him. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out that same yellow and black tool. Twirling it between fingers, he continued speaking, "I'm not here for my health. Ryou is my main concern. I'm very sure you can't even fathom how hurt he feels right now. But I can, I can feel it as if it were me being thrashed," He held up his free hand to his heart, smiling wickedly, "It makes me sick to think of it. He wants his pain to end, you've cause nothing but misery and confusion for him. And since you openly admit to wanting to give up anything for his happiness, then we can get this over quickly."
"This doesn't concern you!"
Death snarled, "Doesn't concern me? Let me tell you something, Malik; as long as you're alive, as long as he's alive and as long as I'm his lover, this will always concern me!"
There was not a second between when he stopped talking to the time that his hand struck out at Malik, successfully wrapping around his throat and tightening the grip until the teen was sinking to the floor, eyes wide and hands scratching and clawing at the fist around his neck. His fingernails were scraping against knuckles and bare, pale flesh, tearing the hand and forcing it to bleed. Malik's hoarse scream was tinged with unbelievable pain as Death got closer to him and raised his shirt up, taking the screwdriver in his hand and running it harshly across old wounds, reopening them and tearing apart the stitches, letting a river of blood flow.
He screamed again and so did his companion on the other side of the room. Both for similar reasons. The small albino was on the floor with his knees raised to his chest and his forearms covering his ears as he shook his head violently, from side to side. The screaming still got through and he was beside himself, trying to shout over it, "I loved you, Malik! This didn't have to happen!"
Malik angled his chin just before he felt himself getting light-headed and bit down on the hand that was attacking him, forcing Death to let go and that gave Malik his chance to kick the entity off his body. When he was let alone, he groaned in agony, arching his back and feeling the warm crimson that ran down his back and splattered the wall he was sitting by. He winced, managing to look at his companion who was still against the other wall, sobbing and screaming something incoherent. He whispered harshly, "R-Ryou, please listen… I-I do love you, believe me…! He's only telling you lies, he just wants you under his control! But y-you can fight this, Ryou, don't let him control what happens!"
"Stop saying that!" He screamed, clenching his teeth together and leaning his head on the thin wall of the shed, trying to listen to the now falling rain just outside the aluminum, "There's nothing you can do for me!"
Malik growled, his eyes shifting from Ryou to Death who was up again. He threw his hair back and revealed a face torn in half by a malicious grin, his pale fist tightening on the screwdriver he held as he came at Malik again. The tanned boy screamed, "I'm not letting go of you, Ryou!"
He hadn't the change to answer Malik when a bloodcurdling erupted from the Egyptian's throat, filling the shed with the sound of blood and tears. He jerked his head up, watery eyes widening at seeing his new lover having Malik turned on his stomach and was continuing to scratch the already beyond bloody wounds, a look of pure pleasure on Death's face as he moaned at the pained screams coming from his victim. Death lowered his head, continuing his torture to the boy's back and whispered into his ear, "Scream. Scream now that you love him. You have one last time to say it… after all, all those deaths over the past week were not my work. Your love was doing it on his own will, deep inside of him, there was the desire. And now this desire is bringing you to an end." There was a cold chuckle, "Isn't it sad?"
He screamed out something unintelligible and suddenly, he felt his attacker cease the pain and then no longer felt the weight of his body on top of his back. His eyes were wet with tears and the rest of his body was beyond broken and disrepair, but he managed to move his head, to look behind him only to see Death standing and Ryou now beside him, with the screwdriver in hand and leaning down, his head beside Malik's and his eyes wet and tired.
His voice cracked as he stroked the soft, golden hair, "Death told me… that man cannot live on bliss alone. There must be sadness and grief…"
"At the end of the world… If I'm the last thing you see…"
"I love you…"
"Make sure to tell me that."
There were two screams after that. After the tool was raised. After the tool was brought down with enough force. After blood spilt and ran like a river… He closed his eyes and leaned over the body, resting his head on golden strands of silk. And in the midst of the rain, as it poured down outside and all over the world, someone screamed 'murderer' into the wind. It wasn't until later that he found out… it was himself.
—There were so many things…—
"Please, please…" She repeated, her eyes shut tight and quivering beneath him. Tears were streaming down her face as she managed to look him in the eyes, "Please don't, Ry—"
"You're so dirty…"
"I can't help you."
—So many things that never should have happened…—
Enjoy that feeling, sugar. It won't last forever.
—And I begin to take my time when thinking about it…—
"Come here." He grabbed onto the teen's arms with his hands and pulled him close, up to where they were behind a tree close to the street. When he was sure no one was around or listening, he continued, "Whatever you've done, whatever you were going to do, I want it to stop, right now. I know you. And I know how you feel sometimes, trust me, but this is not the way… Go home. What I need for you to do is go home, I'll come with you. I'll stay with you all night if you want, but you need to go home. You can't be out here." He let out a breath, letting go of one of his hands and reached down, feeling the tip of the rusty screwdriver, running his fingers over it and shuddering, "We need to go to your house, alright?"
"It's okay." Malik let his eyelids droop and his forehead touched his friend's, "We'll make sure that nothing happens to anyone and certainly not to you… I won't tell…"
—Because after the rain stops, it hurts me to know…—
His head jerked up, his crying silent but loud, his eyes wet and dry. He mouthed, "What…?"
"Do you want to know my secret, Yugi?" His hands wandered across the boy's chest, playfully teasing the hem of his shirt and dragging the screwdriver's head in a circle on the skin above his heart. He smiled and purred into his neck, "My… my secret is that… I'm not Ryou."
—That even though we were in true love, real love…—
A low chuckle passed Death's lips again as he looked at the trembling boy in amusement, "Stubborn… I love it. Sugar, you know what we have to do, don't you? Malik has to go… but don't worry, sugar. I'll do most of the work."
His eyes widened immensely and he pushed Death away, shouting now and almost all his tears had been depleted, " No! I won't let you! I swear it, you can't do this, you can't! I won't let you harm the only person who loves me!"
—We were unhappy in the end…—
He shouted before sitting up and crushing his lips to his friend's. There was a moment, a small millisecond or choke in time where nothing happened. Neither one of them moved and the earth stopped just for this one second. Then, after that small millisecond, after the earth took a breath… Everything started up again and the next thing the pale youth knew, he was aggressively fisting the Egyptian teen's hair and forcing a groan out of the boy. Malik's eyes flew open, lilac orbs going slightly back and forth showing that his mind was trying to make sense out of what was happening.
Ooh, sugar, you just couldn't resist, could you?
Suddenly, the tanned boy pulled back, holding his hand over his mouth loosely and looking worriedly at his companion who seemed in some kind of daze, his eyelashes fluttering open and lightly chewing on his bottom lip.
He gasped, "Who said that…?"
The paler of the two smiled sadly and gripped at his chest, wincing, "Y-You could hear…"
—I wonder if that's what we were destined for?—
"I never want to be hurt like that again."
—I'll be unhappy with my decisions for a while.—
"I-I would become impure, I would lose my morals to be with Malik and make him happy. I would do anything, I just… I love him."
—It was just a few small repairs, just really, really small. How could everything have gone so wrong?—
Sunshine spread across the city in a fit of energy. It hit against the shimmering water of the lake along with the drops of dew on the blades of grass that gently swayed beside the body of water. The sunbeams made their way all across the city. The buildings, now with shiny windows, were hit with the sun as it continued onwards, spreading itself about. The glares of the sun on the windows of each building reflected off each other. One particular beam made the journey into a building's window with the shades and curtains open.
The beam spilt across the floor, illuminating the room and almost setting the maroon-colored carpet on fire with brilliance. The door to this spacious room was opened and a man walked in, setting his brown briefcase down by his desk. Then seating himself, he stacked a pile of papers and flipped through a folder, looking at a picture of a young man and skimming over the file as his eyes saddened. He cleared his throat and looked up, hiding the bit of sadness in his eyes and letting a smile shine through, matching the one of the carpet. He nodded to the youth on the couch, about a five foot distance from his desk. "Mr. Bakura, I'm glad you could make it after all. Are you ready to begin?"
"… Yes. I am."
— Owari —
Chapter six is currently misplaced and will be reposted as soon as I can find my other copy and post it again, please be patient, I know it's confusing.
Thanks again for my reviewers and please be kind enough to at least review now and tell me your thoughts.
Goodbye and Goodluck.