Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh or gain anything from writing this story.
Warning!: This story will contain scenes of violence, torture, and blood in later chapters. The first isn't too bad, but if you don't like horror you should stay far, far away.
A/N: Well, here it is: the sequel to The Gift of Payback! If you haven't read it you might want to. Some things in this story might not make sense, but not much. The story before this was a comedy; this is horror. I don't know why my sudden change of heart, but I hope you will like it.
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Revenge for the Stolen Day
Bakura smirked as he gazed down at the peacefully sleeping body of his host. It was quite possibly the worst mistake he had made all day. He's either brave or stupid in assuming he would be safe tonight, the spirit thought. Or maybe he was just too "happy." Bakura chuckled under his breath. I warned him; it's not my fault he didn't listen…
Reaching down, he held the Millennium ring and forced it to absorb Ryou's soul. After it had been taken, Bakura felt himself get pulled into the empty shell, filling the void. Finally, he was alive again. The spirit always distinguished between merely possessing a body and being alive. For what he was about to do, he felt alive.
He quickly went over the plan he hatched while stuck in the RPG, and decided it was time to call an old "friend." Bakura was sure he would be eager to help with a little coercion; it shouldn't be hard at all. He had to find this person, though. Bakura never bothered to keep in touch with anyone after he had gotten what he wanted from them. Glaring about what he was being reduced to doing, he dug out the phone book. It was still the quickest way to find someone. His eyes skimmed down the page to "Ishtar," and he quickly memorized the address and slipped into the night.
It was the perfect night for his task; there weren't any clouds, but the small sliver of moon and the stars were masked by a slight haze of humidity. It was as dark as any thief could hope for. There were few cars, and Bakura doubted their drivers even saw him.
He found Malik's home and worked his way around to the back, picking the lock on a window and easing carefully inside. It wasn't very big, only having two bedrooms and most the basic rooms in a house. So, he found out quite quickly the only person there was Isis. The spirit almost swore under his breath until he realized the advantage this could give him. He escaped the home, tried to cover his rabbit-ear bangs, and marched up the stairs to knock politely on the front door. He put on the most innocent look he could manage, and Isis opened the door.
"Ryou…? Do you need something?" Bakura mentally smirked. So far, his plan was working.
"Um…Is-is Malik home?" he asked shyly, bowing his head slightly to cover his eyes.
Isis shook her head. "I'm afraid he's gone to the store. Can I help you?"
"No, I'll just come back tomorrow," Bakura sighed, and walked away from the house towards the store. He wondered if Isis would ever realize how fortunate she was. He wasn't going to hurt any innocents tonight, only the person who had made his day into a living hell.
He was still far from the store when a low rumble informed him his host hadn't eaten. A sick smile twisted his features as he thought about what he could do to solve that problem, but he still had to find Malik first. He continued on his way.
Bakura made it to the store and waited impatiently in the adjacent alley, forcing himself to stand still. He was surprised not to see Malik's motorcycle, but figured it wasn't that far from his house anyway. His luck couldn't get any better. Just as he felt he was going crazier from standing there, a lone figure walked out of the doors and toward him. Bakura's heart started pounding with the adrenaline that flooded through his body.
Crouching low in the shadows, the thief eagerly anticipated the other's approach. Seemingly out of nowhere, a pale arm reached out to grab the Egyptian's and jerked him into the alley. Malik collided painfully with a wall, knocking his breath out of him, and Bakura stood at the entrance, blocking the way out.
"Bakura…?" Malik asked slowly, wanting this to be some horrible dream. The sharp features and slowly appearing smirk told him it wasn't. The tan boy began edging deeper into the alley. Bakura matched every step.
"I'd say it's been too long, Malik," the yami taunted, forcing the Egyptian to the back of the dead-end street.
Malik paled visibly, even in the darkness. "Have you been following me? How did you know-?" he began to ask. His voice died away as he bumped into a building where the exit should have been.
Bakura seemed to know what the other was going to say. "Your sister told me. I must say, she gave up the information quite willingly by the time I was…through…" he mocked, his voice trailing off suggestively as he watched Malik squirm. For the first time, a little bit of anger leaked into Malik's scared expression.
"What did you do to Isis?!" he demanded.
"What does it sound like?" The spirit loved baiting Malik. He was so predictable.
"You bastard! If you hurt her in any way, I'll kill you and make sure you stay dead this time!" Malik tried to back up his statement by charging at the yami in front of him, too angry to care about consequences. Bakura scoffed; yes, Malik was stronger than him, but he had the speed and cunning of a thief. He dodged nimbly out of the way, turning around and pinning Malik to another wall.
A sudden shift in Malik loosened Bakura's grip and a heel collided with the spirit's shin. Bakura's captive spun and the next second, pain exploded across Bakura's jaw line, sprawling him on the ground. When his vision and mind cleared, Bakura couldn't help but laugh, a haunting sound that echoed off the buildings. Spitting blood to clear room to speak, he grinned at his own brilliance. "I knew you weren't gone…Yami no Malik."
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A/N: Well, how was it? I might change Yami no Malik to Marik next chapter. It seems to be more accepted. Please review and tell me what you think about the story so far and the Marik/ Yami no Malik issue. I hope you enjoyed this, and I hope to see you later!
