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(To clarify things up a bit - the next scene if from the longer version of my fic Royal Torture and it takes place after Malik's show number, which would've been following Bakura's number.)
Slowly the Queen curled up against the cold ground, trying to avoid moving any part of his aching body. The pain was horrible, so horrible. It burned and gnawed every part of his sore, battered body, making him tremble and whine so pathetically he wanted to slap himself, but the pain the movement would cause stopped him from doing so.
"Now, now, don't get tired yet. We don't want to disappoint the audience, do we?" it was just wrong how clearly the former royal could hear the Ringleader's laugh even over the audience's a lot louder laughter. Not just that, but everything was wrong - the laughter, the mocking, the pain, everything.
"You're not telling me this is the best of the mighty Queen of Wonderland? I must say I'm disappointed", Akefia stated bluntly and kicked the whimpering man to turn him on his back. The pale, emotionless eyes of the darker man glanced down to teary-eyed, pale man, while his lips crooked back into a smirk as he chuckled: "So, after all you do are even worthless than a pile of shit."
Even if the Queen wanted to scowl at the mocking words, he only got a faint whimper out from his mouth. Already shaming his pathetic state, the former royal kept on trying to form some words until he managed to cough: "F-fuck the audience."
"Oh?" slowly Akefia's smirk faded away, leaving unnaturally empty expression on his dark face, "What was that?"
The Queen shivered but repeated: "Fuck the audience."
At the very same second an intense scream of pain escaped from his lungs as the most forceful kick so far sank into his side, even lifting him off the ground a bit. Coughing as the ironish taste of blood filled his mouth, the Queen landed painfully on his chest. Not too long after that a boot was placed on the back of his head, pressing his face against the ground and making him cough again as the dirt got into his mouth.
"So you have some fighting spirit left after all. How adorable", the Ringleader tapped his boot against the back of the Queen's head, motioning his henchmen to bring the framing of the next number to the stage, "But one little note: If you say that even once again, I swear I'll rip your tongue off."
As the members of the circus set up the framing, the audience began to cheer again, recognizing the set and guessing what would be the next number.
"You might want to get up rather quickly", Akefia stated and removed his boot from the back of the Queen's head. At first the former royal planned to just ignore the advice and continue laying on the ground, not really caring if he was the killjoy of the show, but when a loud, bestial roar boomed through the air his survival instinct decided quickly otherwise. The pale man almost jumped back to his feet, wincing at the wave of pain the quick motion caused. As if that wasn't bad enough, he fell back on the ground almost immidiately when saw far too familiar lion just meters away from him.
"Hello there, little prey", it was hard to say if the expression on Marik's face was bloodlust or twisted excitement as he clawed the ground impatiently, "Ready to run for your pathetic little life?"
The Queen dragged himself backwards as another, maybe even louder roar raised from the lion's lungs, covering even the audience's cheering. Gazing around, panic and horror in his eyes, the former royal finally got a good look on the framing that had been brought to the stage - thick branches, bushes and big stones which made the stage look more like a savannah than an ordinary stage. The worst part was behind all that, though. Walls of a large steel cage had been raised around the stage, making it pretty much impossible to escape from the ring.
"The relationship between a beast and a prey is probably one of the oldest relationships there has even been", the Ringleader spoke up, smiling to the terrified Queen from the other side of the bars. The former royal's gaze wandered between the red-clad man and his loyal companion, while the audience's cheering kept growing louder.
"It's such a same that nowadays, in this modern, technical world we live in, a law of nature like that has almost lost its meaning. The ecstasy of a hunt, the joy of catching your prey - it all has been forgotten", the Ringleader continued, shaking his head in a bit disappointed manner. He glanced at his loyal companion, who returned the glance with a wide smirk, which perfectly showed his deadly fangs. That sight made the Queen whine - it felt like the scars the lion had left on his pale skin during their last encounter started to ache again.
"So please let us bring all that back to you, as we offer you an opportunity to prove this perfect act of the mother nature itself right in front of your eyes!" the Ringleader's words were followed by yet another loud growl from Marik. As the lion took a few, smooth steps towards the Queen, crouching while doing so, the growing panic in the former royal forced the pale man back to his feet, strong waves of pain striking through his body yet again.
"The King of Beasts, ladies and gentlemen, the nature's very own killing machine; Marik!" as a crackle of whip sliced the air, Marik took his first pounce towards the Queen, who just barely managed to jump aside, almost falling down again. Swaying from side to side, the former royal tried to get his balance back as he took a few, hesitant steps away from the lion. Trying his best to ignore the pain every step caused, the Queen started running, his ability to think clearly blurring by every step he took, until there was only one thought left, repeating itself over and over again: 'Run.'
To compensate the crappy quality of the pic (it has plenty of anatomy and perspective failures..), have a piece of the fic too. It probably has some grammatic errors and such in it, for it's 6:00 A.M. here in Finland and I'm too tired to read through it again to check the possible errors. Bleh.
So, I haven't been able to finish the long version of my fic Royal Torture, but I have some parts of it written, including the start of Marik's number. I like the idea of it, so I wanted to bring it up at least in some way. At first it was going to be only the pic, but well.. I rushed a bit with it so have the part of the fic too.
Now I go to sleep.
Akefia, Marik & Yami (c) Kazuki Takahashi
Yami's Wonderland design (c) =ApocalypseSakura
- Also thanks to him for helping me with the title once again
Art (c) Me
Slowly the Queen curled up against the cold ground, trying to avoid moving any part of his aching body. The pain was horrible, so horrible. It burned and gnawed every part of his sore, battered body, making him tremble and whine so pathetically he wanted to slap himself, but the pain the movement would cause stopped him from doing so.
"Now, now, don't get tired yet. We don't want to disappoint the audience, do we?" it was just wrong how clearly the former royal could hear the Ringleader's laugh even over the audience's a lot louder laughter. Not just that, but everything was wrong - the laughter, the mocking, the pain, everything.
"You're not telling me this is the best of the mighty Queen of Wonderland? I must say I'm disappointed", Akefia stated bluntly and kicked the whimpering man to turn him on his back. The pale, emotionless eyes of the darker man glanced down to teary-eyed, pale man, while his lips crooked back into a smirk as he chuckled: "So, after all you do are even worthless than a pile of shit."
Even if the Queen wanted to scowl at the mocking words, he only got a faint whimper out from his mouth. Already shaming his pathetic state, the former royal kept on trying to form some words until he managed to cough: "F-fuck the audience."
"Oh?" slowly Akefia's smirk faded away, leaving unnaturally empty expression on his dark face, "What was that?"
The Queen shivered but repeated: "Fuck the audience."
At the very same second an intense scream of pain escaped from his lungs as the most forceful kick so far sank into his side, even lifting him off the ground a bit. Coughing as the ironish taste of blood filled his mouth, the Queen landed painfully on his chest. Not too long after that a boot was placed on the back of his head, pressing his face against the ground and making him cough again as the dirt got into his mouth.
"So you have some fighting spirit left after all. How adorable", the Ringleader tapped his boot against the back of the Queen's head, motioning his henchmen to bring the framing of the next number to the stage, "But one little note: If you say that even once again, I swear I'll rip your tongue off."
As the members of the circus set up the framing, the audience began to cheer again, recognizing the set and guessing what would be the next number.
"You might want to get up rather quickly", Akefia stated and removed his boot from the back of the Queen's head. At first the former royal planned to just ignore the advice and continue laying on the ground, not really caring if he was the killjoy of the show, but when a loud, bestial roar boomed through the air his survival instinct decided quickly otherwise. The pale man almost jumped back to his feet, wincing at the wave of pain the quick motion caused. As if that wasn't bad enough, he fell back on the ground almost immidiately when saw far too familiar lion just meters away from him.
"Hello there, little prey", it was hard to say if the expression on Marik's face was bloodlust or twisted excitement as he clawed the ground impatiently, "Ready to run for your pathetic little life?"
The Queen dragged himself backwards as another, maybe even louder roar raised from the lion's lungs, covering even the audience's cheering. Gazing around, panic and horror in his eyes, the former royal finally got a good look on the framing that had been brought to the stage - thick branches, bushes and big stones which made the stage look more like a savannah than an ordinary stage. The worst part was behind all that, though. Walls of a large steel cage had been raised around the stage, making it pretty much impossible to escape from the ring.
"The relationship between a beast and a prey is probably one of the oldest relationships there has even been", the Ringleader spoke up, smiling to the terrified Queen from the other side of the bars. The former royal's gaze wandered between the red-clad man and his loyal companion, while the audience's cheering kept growing louder.
"It's such a same that nowadays, in this modern, technical world we live in, a law of nature like that has almost lost its meaning. The ecstasy of a hunt, the joy of catching your prey - it all has been forgotten", the Ringleader continued, shaking his head in a bit disappointed manner. He glanced at his loyal companion, who returned the glance with a wide smirk, which perfectly showed his deadly fangs. That sight made the Queen whine - it felt like the scars the lion had left on his pale skin during their last encounter started to ache again.
"So please let us bring all that back to you, as we offer you an opportunity to prove this perfect act of the mother nature itself right in front of your eyes!" the Ringleader's words were followed by yet another loud growl from Marik. As the lion took a few, smooth steps towards the Queen, crouching while doing so, the growing panic in the former royal forced the pale man back to his feet, strong waves of pain striking through his body yet again.
"The King of Beasts, ladies and gentlemen, the nature's very own killing machine; Marik!" as a crackle of whip sliced the air, Marik took his first pounce towards the Queen, who just barely managed to jump aside, almost falling down again. Swaying from side to side, the former royal tried to get his balance back as he took a few, hesitant steps away from the lion. Trying his best to ignore the pain every step caused, the Queen started running, his ability to think clearly blurring by every step he took, until there was only one thought left, repeating itself over and over again: 'Run.'
To compensate the crappy quality of the pic (it has plenty of anatomy and perspective failures..), have a piece of the fic too. It probably has some grammatic errors and such in it, for it's 6:00 A.M. here in Finland and I'm too tired to read through it again to check the possible errors. Bleh.
So, I haven't been able to finish the long version of my fic Royal Torture, but I have some parts of it written, including the start of Marik's number. I like the idea of it, so I wanted to bring it up at least in some way. At first it was going to be only the pic, but well.. I rushed a bit with it so have the part of the fic too.
Now I go to sleep.
Akefia, Marik & Yami (c) Kazuki Takahashi
Yami's Wonderland design (c) =ApocalypseSakura
- Also thanks to him for helping me with the title once again
Art (c) Me
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So much Yami bashing... xD why do people hate him so much?