First Yu-Gi-Oh fic. Depressing, as usual. The thoughts Bakura has are taken
from Juvenile Orion, volume 2. They are the dark master's thoughts. I have
brought them into a new light, however.
//. . .// indicates Bakura's thoughts. [. . .] indicates Marik's thoughts.
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or the master's thoughts. The plot, however, does belong to me.
{V}{O}{I}{C}{E}
Bakura stared down at Ryou's broken body. He had heard his hikari cry, but now it was too late. . .
// A voice. . .//
His screams in his head. The voice that had spoken in his head for years. . .
//. . . Of fear. . .//
So beautiful, even when scared. . .
// A voice. . .//
A voice that was now silenced. . .
//. . . Of despair. . .//
A voice so different from his own, yet still one in the same. . .
// A voice. . .//
His own voice was beyond reach now. .
//Of hopelessness//
All was broken. . .
// And of death//
The one who did this would pay. . .
// And then. . .//
His lips twitched into an ironic smile.
//Darkness//
{v}{o}{i}{c}{e}
He stood above Marik's battered form.
// My poor little bird//
Cuts, bruises and signs of abuse covered almost every inch of his tan skin.
//Tell me. . .//
Bakura spoke through to Marik's mind, as Marik now had no tongue.
//. . . Does it hurt?//
A nod came, weakly.
//Who is it. . .//
He paused, smiling innocently.
//. . . That is hurting you?//
Marik looked up at Bakura's now-sneering face, fear clearly showing.
//Who has caused you this pain?//
Marik spoke back. [You! You have hurt me!]
//I will take you. . .//
Bakura knelt down beside the Egyptian youth.
//. . . And bring you into the darkness//
Marik's violet eyes clenched together, trying to block Bakura out.
//A never ending night. . .//
Bakura spoke of the shadow realm. . .
//. . . Of death. . .//
. . .As though it was a toy.
//. . . That will cover the world//
[You're insane!] Marik screamed mentally at Bakura.
//All you have to do. . .//
Bakura twitched an eyebrow at Marik, his face contorted with anger.
//. . . Is die//
His face was dark, his eyes became black.
//Then all the pain and sadness. . .//
He spoke to Marik as though he were a child.
//. . . Will end. . .//
Bakura's face became soft, as though remembering.
//. . . Forever//
He began to speak of Ryou.
// He was still asleep//
He spoke of his hikari, as though he were there.
//Not even born//
His innocence had touched Bakura as nothing had. . .
//Protected from the pain of life//
Never knowing what true suffering was. . .
//So innocent. . .//
He turned his gaze back to Marik.
//How disgusting//
He tilted Marik's chin up, so he could look him in the eyes.
//Humans are such dirty things//
Marik winced at the pain, both physical, mental and emotional.
//Dirty little bugs//
Hearing Bakura say that, seeing the gleam in his eye, made Marik's blood run cold.
//But he was clean//
He was once again speaking of Ryou.
//Fresh and clean like a new doll//
Bakura's hands closed around Marik's throat.
//Kill//
He tightened his grip.
//Do it//
Marik gasped, but it was too late.
//Kill them all//
Bakura stood up, leaving to return to his hikari.
{v}{o}{i}{c}{e}
I love a happy ending. Marik killed Ryou out of jealousy. Bakura then wen to kill Marik in revenge. A happy ending, no? Ok, tell me what you think!
//. . .// indicates Bakura's thoughts. [. . .] indicates Marik's thoughts.
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or the master's thoughts. The plot, however, does belong to me.
{V}{O}{I}{C}{E}
Bakura stared down at Ryou's broken body. He had heard his hikari cry, but now it was too late. . .
// A voice. . .//
His screams in his head. The voice that had spoken in his head for years. . .
//. . . Of fear. . .//
So beautiful, even when scared. . .
// A voice. . .//
A voice that was now silenced. . .
//. . . Of despair. . .//
A voice so different from his own, yet still one in the same. . .
// A voice. . .//
His own voice was beyond reach now. .
//Of hopelessness//
All was broken. . .
// And of death//
The one who did this would pay. . .
// And then. . .//
His lips twitched into an ironic smile.
//Darkness//
{v}{o}{i}{c}{e}
He stood above Marik's battered form.
// My poor little bird//
Cuts, bruises and signs of abuse covered almost every inch of his tan skin.
//Tell me. . .//
Bakura spoke through to Marik's mind, as Marik now had no tongue.
//. . . Does it hurt?//
A nod came, weakly.
//Who is it. . .//
He paused, smiling innocently.
//. . . That is hurting you?//
Marik looked up at Bakura's now-sneering face, fear clearly showing.
//Who has caused you this pain?//
Marik spoke back. [You! You have hurt me!]
//I will take you. . .//
Bakura knelt down beside the Egyptian youth.
//. . . And bring you into the darkness//
Marik's violet eyes clenched together, trying to block Bakura out.
//A never ending night. . .//
Bakura spoke of the shadow realm. . .
//. . . Of death. . .//
. . .As though it was a toy.
//. . . That will cover the world//
[You're insane!] Marik screamed mentally at Bakura.
//All you have to do. . .//
Bakura twitched an eyebrow at Marik, his face contorted with anger.
//. . . Is die//
His face was dark, his eyes became black.
//Then all the pain and sadness. . .//
He spoke to Marik as though he were a child.
//. . . Will end. . .//
Bakura's face became soft, as though remembering.
//. . . Forever//
He began to speak of Ryou.
// He was still asleep//
He spoke of his hikari, as though he were there.
//Not even born//
His innocence had touched Bakura as nothing had. . .
//Protected from the pain of life//
Never knowing what true suffering was. . .
//So innocent. . .//
He turned his gaze back to Marik.
//How disgusting//
He tilted Marik's chin up, so he could look him in the eyes.
//Humans are such dirty things//
Marik winced at the pain, both physical, mental and emotional.
//Dirty little bugs//
Hearing Bakura say that, seeing the gleam in his eye, made Marik's blood run cold.
//But he was clean//
He was once again speaking of Ryou.
//Fresh and clean like a new doll//
Bakura's hands closed around Marik's throat.
//Kill//
He tightened his grip.
//Do it//
Marik gasped, but it was too late.
//Kill them all//
Bakura stood up, leaving to return to his hikari.
{v}{o}{i}{c}{e}
I love a happy ending. Marik killed Ryou out of jealousy. Bakura then wen to kill Marik in revenge. A happy ending, no? Ok, tell me what you think!