A/N: Have a tumblr too and thus this is on there- please no accusing.
Yami Bakura has certain demands for his host. One being not to get in the way of his battle with the Pharaoh. Ryou Bakura doesn't seem to understand the concept well. Punishment is most definitely in order.
Set after season One? Sometime I suppose. Also Ryou is referred to as Bakura and Yami Bakura as spirit or likewise.
Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh.
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Fury. It was clear in his eyes. Bakura swallowed in nervousness and fear as he looked up at his own menacing features.
He did not regret helping Yugi in winning the duel, though from the look in those chilling eyes he knew he would suffer for it.
The shadow that seemed to live within every inch of him slowly stepped forward. There was not a sound here in the darkness except his now shallow breathing.
He desperately tried to pretend he was somewhere else far, far away from the current nightmare he was in.
The nightmare constantly pulled him into this part of his shared mind. The dark corner of his brain that would suffocate- or at least try to- the only light he held in his gloomy life.
"What did you hope to accomplish with your sad stunt?" The cold words shattered the silence.
Bakura bit his lip to the point of drawing blood. Thousands of thoughts made themselves present, the most persistent one being to remain silent through this 'lesson' and simply agree with the spirit before him. Perhaps he would come out of this in one piece if he did so. The idea left a sour taste in his mouth as well. He refused to take this lying down. It was his body. It was his life and he would not watch the demon take over without a fight. All he had left was his hope, and his fear would not take away his free will. The spirit would have to deal with his defiance.
He glanced up at the parasite with pure hatred. He licked the blood off his lip and barely paid mind to the metallic, salty taste. All he could feel was anger, accompanied by determination.
"Yugi's my friend. Did you really expect me to watch you destroy him?" The hostile tone in his voice left him feeling proud of himself, even if only for a moment.
The parasite looked at him with a blank expression and Bakura felt fear and dread slowly eat away at him.
"What a Friend." The enraged tone of the spirit seemed to paralyze him.
His eyes were still locked on the ones much like his own, though the opposing pair seemed to gain much more anger.
At first he didn't notice the slight move, but the moment he was thrown back onto the ground he was all too aware of how the parasite had somehow managed to just appear before him.
He looked up at the spirit and found a hand reaching out to grab the front of his sweater. He immediately grasped the offending hands in a useless attempt to free himself.
He was lifted just enough to meet the spirit halfway and that's when he became aware of the evil plan. Fear etched its way onto his face. His double chuckled as he slammed the boy's head down onto the somehow solid nothingness.
Sick laughter and pain reverberated through his skull. He bit his tongue so as not to let out a moan of pain.
"Let's try this again." That horrid smirk was back on his face, twisting all his features into something even more terrifying.
A scream finally escaped his lips as he was plunged into darkness.
"Sweet Nightmares Host."
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I have more parts to this in progress though I'm not sure if I should finish it? Thank you for reading!