A/N: Inspired by a story-mode RPG, help Bakura and Ryou find their happy ending! Option path at the end of every chapter. :) Thank you for reading!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything except this idea.

Ps, Yadonushi is how Bakura address Ryou in the japanese version, meaning of the word is similar to 'landlord'

"Yugi, please kill him…" It was a wish that couldn't be granted.

Between them, their relationship was nothing more than parasite and host, the brutal monster that lives within his heart was merely a leech, living and harming his existence and everyone else around. Indifferent, maniacal and egoistic, Ryou hates every bit of Bakura; he had every reason to hate him too, the product of malevolence, which shared half of his soul. Just this fact alone disgusted him, Ryou wants him dead…

"Okay, see you tomorrow!"

"Yah, take care!"

From afar, hiding solitarily within the shadows, Ryou could see the people whom he once considered friends heartily bidding farewell, the people whom he had never dared to approach, because Bakura wouldn't like it, he had sworn to harm everyone Ryou was friendly with, possessive and stripping off all authorities that Ryou deserved, making sure that he was alone, and Bakura was all he have.

Of course, Ryou had tried to discard the necklace a couple of times, but each time, Bakura would manage to find his way back, and if he did, he'll painfully torment Ryou until he breaks into agonizing tears, helplessly repeating an apology and begging for forgiveness. When Bakura had finally left him alone, Ryou would have to secretly treat his injuries in a secluded corner before Bakura decided to come back for round two.

He was just so inhumane.

But Ryou didn't dare to oppose, not even once, all he could achieve was to curse silently at the dominating beast. And Ryou could feel that Bakura knew well that he hates him, so at times, when Bakura needed a favour from him, (that mainly involves deceiving his friends) he'll coo him with honey coated words, and false explanations that he was doing this for the both of them, for their future. It was even more disturbing than simply being ordered around, because in those sweeten syllabary; Ryou could sense the undertones of malice.

It was that very day where Bakura handed him a map of ancient Egypt. "Make a model according to this." He commanded.

Ryou understood immediately, it wasn't just any model; Bakura was going to use it for the shadow role playing game, which he had planned to finish the pharaoh with, encasing his soul forever in darkness, and by making it was the utmost betray he could have done to his friends, the people whom he truly cared about.

"No, I will not!" Ryou exclaimed, "No matter what happens, I will not let you hurt Yugi!"

The sensation of speaking his mind had never felt so frightful, for the first time of his life, he rejected Bakura…

Due to that, Bakura was slightly astounded, but just for a moment before he cracked into hysterical laughter, "We'll see about that," He mused, claws tightening around Ryou's frail neck, smashing him against his bedroom wall. "Like I said, hanging out with those no good insects would only lead you astray." He tenderly murmured into his ear, but it was nothing close to being amiable, it was a threat, a warning to Ryou that he wasn't going to like the next few minutes of his life. As Ryou tried to pry open his grip, oxygen slipping with each painful struggle, the background was fading, no, they weren't going to the shadow realm, they were going to Bakura's soul room – A horrifying place much, much worst.

This was the first time Ryou has ever being into Bakura's soul room, but the sight itself was nauseating, it was dark, gothic and contains straps of painful looking torture tools as if being ripped right out of 'SAW VII'. Ryou could feel tears of concentrated dismay welling in his sockets, the terrible things that Bakura was going to do to him; he knew the exact reason why they were in here, because no matter what happens, it would be virtual reality, he couldn't actually die in this rotten place, but the pain will be genuine.

"Bakura… Don't…" He begged, fresh, warm tears sliding a river down his cheeks, but Ryou knew that Bakura wouldn't show mercy until he has corresponded to his unwarranted request.

"So, you'll make the model then?" Bakura said, almost mockingly, he was so amused with the brittle Ryou, how easy it was to shatter him. And it was true; Ryou was simply too delicate and fragile…

Hesitating, the word 'yes' was far from being spoke, but the intensive fear was preventing him to object, Ryou merely cried as all forms of salvation seemed to fade with each heartrending sob, his fate was sealed when Bakura locked the suspending handcuff dangling from the wall to his wrist.

Deridingly, "This would have being so much easier if you had just agreed." Bakura smirked, pushing the table which was spread with the devil's instruments towards Ryou, "But I guess, I could toy with you until I'm contented. Feel free to scream my dear Yadonushi, because no one would hear your grief!"

Yes, there was no turning back now, being the sadist that he was, Bakura would be too enticed to stop once he spots the red of fresh flowing blood. Ryou could barely breathe in his presence; the threatening, jagged edges of menacing looking objects which he vaguely recognizes seemed to snarl at him, eager to take a huge bite out of his juicy, soft meat.

Ryou flinched when the flat edge of the cold sterling silver met his skin, hitting against his cheeks twice, "Do you know why surgeons use this?" Bakura grinned, paused as he lifted it away and drew a fine line down Ryou's torso, his shirt tearing along in its path, and not long after, a trail of red surfaced and his skin splits open under its delayed effects.

"Because it's so bloody sharp…Imagine what would happen if I dunk this deep beneath your skin!"

The excitement that fills his eyes were almost deranged, through those diluted pupils showed no signs of mercy, the animosity which he was willing to spare was endless, Ryou hates him, yet Ryou could do nothing but to hate him.

A soul piercing screech reverberated through the almost vacant room when Bakura had delivered his promise, the pain soon numbs when the second and third followed, in front of Ryou, was his tormentor which shares the same face, laughing dementedly at his sorrowful state, yet Ryou could merely scream and cry, his throat was getting dry, until Bakura decided that he was too noisy and planted a grappling hook right across his oesophagus.

Their relationship was made up of sheer revulsion, abhorrence and loathe and nothing else, Ryou could no longer breath, no longer able to made any noises but in this world where all was immortal, suffering was all he deserved, no, in fact he did not deserve this, there wasn't a single sensible reason as to why should he receive this kind of treatment, just because he was a little introvert, was unable to approach Yugi for help because he wants to believe that in that depthless monstrosity called Bakura, was a heart.

But he was proven wrong over and over again, Bakura was Bakura, the recreation of savagery and sadism itself. He was a hollow shell harbouring nothing but vengeance, he doesn't have a heart, and he cast away humanity to become a demon god, Ryou was naïve thinking that Bakura would still know pity, a word that has never once existed in his dictionary.

Through his bloodied single, remaining eye, Ryou could make out an obscured vision, the blur delineation was licking a grotesque chunk of folded red which Ryou believes is his intestines, he had no interest whatsoever to retain his organs from falling out of his body because in the end Bakura was just going to uproot all of them, nerves and bones included.

Ryou was almost thankful that the pain was so overwhelming that his brain could no longer comprehend, how he wished Bakura could have just killed him in reality instead, to blur out the define line that separated real and unreal, because even if it was just an illusion, it was an illusion comparable to hell itself, or maybe worst.

Yet even death was too much to ask.

When Ryou's mentality finally collapsed, his consciousness fading away, Ryou passed out from horror-land, but he knew that he was going to be alright, he would wake up safely in his bed because he was still beneficial to Bakura, Bakura would squeeze out every drop of usefulness from him before murdering him in the most painful way possible. But before his value ran out, Bakura was going to keep him alive, was going to trap him in a martyrdom of everlasting torture and delusions.

There were simply no escape route, every path he chooses would lead to the similar tragic end.

Does he not deserve happiness; was his only source of freedom a mere dream or mindless hallucinations? He longed to be friends with everyone else again, but the horrible things Bakura had made him do to them was far too great to be forgiven. He was the sinner, but Bakura was the sin that would stalk him forever, never to be relinquished, never to be salvaged.

True enough, Ryou woke up in his bed, the previous vision of blood and organs were far from sight, no surgery knives, grappling hooks and crowbars which probably went down his alimentary canal, everything seemed so much like a distant memory which he could barely remember, almost dream like. He was fine, alive and despairing. But something was amiss; the millennium ring felt peaceful, the spirit living within was probably resting, how rare.

Ryou knew immediately that this was a sign; this was his chance, perhaps his only opportunity to salvation, the freedom which he longed for so much was finally here; if he could destroy the ring, then Bakura would die along with the broken metal pieces.

Fished for the pliers from his deceased father's tool box, Ryou removed the necklace gently and soundlessly, holding it between his thumb and index finger while the other hand positioned the pliers, he took a deep breath to calm his anxiousness, if he succeeded, he'll finally gain his deserved freedom, and Bakura would be gone! Yet his strong sense of righteousness had stopped him, Ryou finally realized he couldn't do it, unlike Bakura, Ryou could never hurt anybody, not even a lingering spirit who had supposedly died millenniums ago.

Due to his hesitancy, Ryou missed the only chance; there was a stir from the ring indicating that the horrifying contains had woke up, he soon made his presence noticed, materializing in front of Ryou wearing a sour scorn on his face,

"That's pathetic Yadonushi, you can't even bring yourself to kill the person whom you've hated most." The voice which Ryou dreaded resounded, "But you've missed the chance, now be a good boy and drop those pliers."

Trembling hands tightly clutched on to the two metal objects, slowly backing off from the monster ahead, "Don't come close, I'll b…break it, I'll really break it!" Ryou stammered an empty threat that both of them were fully aware of, Bakura knew him too well, that Ryou wouldn't even hurt a fly. He was just too docile and gentle.

Moving one final step before Ryou collided against the railings of his balcony, his eyes widen with fear as Bakura's menacing features emerged from the darkness of his room and into the pearlescent moonlight, and there was always an evil flicker in those soulless pupils, one that was so eager to cause devastation.

"Go away…" Ryou whimpered.

But Bakura didn't, he simply continued his approach, as desperation eats into Ryou; he dropped the bothersome objects he held and hitched on the railing,

"… Make one more step and I'll jump!"

"Oh?" Bakura seemed amused, because he'll never believe timid little Ryou would take the risk to toy with his own entity, after all, Ryou values life so much. "I'll like to see you try…" Bakura challenged, his eyes narrowed to a lazy half lidded smile.

Driven to the corner once again, it was hell both directions, whether he dies right now, or gets tortured again later, either ways he would never have a normal life, passing adolescence and becoming an honourable adult, knowing Bakura had deprived him of all that, of ever being ordinary again because the memories that he created would scar Ryou for eternity. With a sorrowful choking sob,

"I hate you so much… But I hate myself more that I couldn't take your life, I hate myself for actually believing that you would still have some humane morals left, but I'm wrong, I've always have being wrong and useless, goodbye Bakura, no matter where I end up, it'll be a better place without you."

Ryou's last words had made a heavy impact on Bakura almost as if being punched across the face by it, because he would never believe that Ryou would actually suicide, Bakura had finally driven him to choosing death, something that had never once came across Ryou's mind years ago before they met, he broke him.

The image of Ryou's melancholic end imprinted in his mind, the demoralization that replaced the once optimistic eyes that was glistering with hope, when Ryou closed them bitterly and clutched his hands before his chest and leaned backwards, falling head first from the twenty-first storey of an apartment to his cold, inevitable death. Bakura wanted to cry his name, Bakura cried his name, but it was too late, lying in a pool of crimson was the lifeless body of his landlord, he could no longer hear him.

Ryou was finally free from him.

Bakura was left speechless and grievous as his existence was too, fading with Ryou's. But what was left in his emotions wasn't anger of Ryou successfully destroying him, but the regret that he was made like this, Bakura was incapable of showing affection, but in actuality, he really adored Ryou, the naïve, helpless boy with such strong sense of rectitude was forced into the abyss obediently by him.

He liked Ryou so much that he soon became possessive, he couldn't bear having Ryou hang around with the accursed Pharaoh, container or not, everything was a mistake to begin with, he was his fault for being such a bastard, it was no wonder Ryou hates him. But what's decided can't be changed, Ryou was dead, and Bakura was dying, before the last of him crumbled into dissolved nothingness,

"If given a second chance, I would like to be friends with you."

BAD ENDING.

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The momentum of fates will be rewritten, when the wheel of predestination spins in the opposite direction, if life had a reset button, would their tragedy really be reversed?

Please choose an option path.

Restart point for the next chapter:

A.) The infirmary

B.) Classroom

C.) Ryou's soul room