Disclaimer: It has always been a dream of mine to own Yu-Gi-Oh! But, alas,
the lawyers told me that it wasn't mine. They were so mean about it, too.
I haven't put a story up yet, so if you think about it, this is my first
fan fic. Be nice to me my lovely readers, please? Anyway, in no way,
shape or form do I own (or try to own) Yu-Gi-Oh! Nope, some rich guy in
Japan owns it. I am also not responsible for any songs that make their way
into this. You know what's scary? My spell-check told me that sennen was
supposed to be semen. *shudder* Gross. I don't know what's going to be in
this, so I'm rating it PG-13. You'll live, I'm sure. Bye the way, there
is some religion stuff at the end, I'm not preaching, by all means, but it
helps the story, plus I nearly believe this religion.
Author notes: if anybody finds something wrong in here, tell me. But you had better be nice about it, you see, I have enough depression on my own. I don't need mean reviews to add to it. Kenichi: Plus she has me for a muse, and I'm the King of Depression and Angst, as you'll see when you finish the story! Thank you. Now read. Oh! There is also a lot of angst. Hint! Hint: depression!
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Bakura looked up into the eyes of his darker half. It was rare that he would show any emotion towards him, and this was one of those rare moments. These were the times that Bakura treasured. He knew the next day would be painful; his yami would scold and curse him for what happened the night before. He would tell him how weak he was, but how tempting he was too. This drove the white haired boy insane. Not insane with passion or love, but crazy. He wanted to end the torture; he wanted to end it all. But when he looked into his yami's deep brown eyes, he felt a sense of longing. But that longing would never be fulfilled. He could never love this beast.
"Those are harsh words little one." His dark whispered before bringing his hand down the slap his already bruised face making it even bloodier. "You should know better than to think that way. I am certainly a beast, but you have no right to say so, understand?" he looked down at the shaking boy. "Y.yes I. understand." He choked out. "Good." Bakura's yami said before disappearing into the ring.
Bakura sat on his bed shaking; his yami had never been so brutal. Why did this happen? What was so wrong with this boy that someone would do that. There has to be a reason that the person who was supposed to protect me. does those. things to me. He thought before the phone rang. Bakura reached over to pick it up, then thought better of that. He let the phone continue the monotonous ringing until the answering machine picked up.
"This is Bakura, I'm sorry I can't answer the phone right now, but leave a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can."
BEEP.
"Hello, Bakura, this is Yugi. I was wondering if I could talk to you later. You looked a little spaced in school. You know you can talk to me about anything. just call me. See you tomorrow. Bye." He hung up.
"I'm sorry Yugi, I can't come to the phone right now. but leave a message. and I'll never call you again. I'm sorry I'm not home right now. leave a message." he trailed off sobbing. After an hour of relentless crying the white haired boy fell asleep.
The alarm clock rang in his ears until he finally rolled over to turn it off, but when he rolled over and opened his eyes, he saw his yami. Oh no. this hasn't happened before. he thought as his yami smirked.
"Well, I see, my dear Bakura, that you don't trust me." He ran his hand through the smaller boy's hair. "Why should I trust you?" I might as well be honest, what's the worst that he can do to me? Kill me? I wish. he thought bitterly. "Because you have no one else. That is why you must trust me little Bakura." "What if I don't want to trust a thieving monster like you?" "Well, haven't we gotten cocky. I would tone down on that if you want to go anywhere today." "What is that supposed to mean?" "You won't be able to move much less breath when I'm done with you, you brat!" he brought his fist down to Bakura's side. Then he grabbed the boy's white hair bringing his face close. "I suggest you apologize. Not that it'll do you any good." Bakura held his face as far away from his yami as he could. He was right; even if he apologized. he'd still pay. "I'm sorry Yami." "That's a good little light. Why can't you be this obedient the rest of the time? It would be a lot easier for you." Or would it. His yami thought with a smirk on his face. "I will try Yami. I promise you, I will obey." His yami grinned then brought Bakura's face close, but not touching. "That's a good little boy." Then he threw him to the wall and disappeared into the sennen ring.
Nearly an hour later Bakura showed up at school. He was late. Really late. His yami had bothered him, he was so strange. It was puzzling how strange Yami Bakura had been lately. When he reached his classroom the teacher set upon him immediately.
"Ryou Bakura, where have you been young man?" "I'm sorry, I was caught up with something at home." "And that something is?" "I'd rather not talk about it, please." He said as he took his seat next to Yugi. He wouldn't look up or talk, and was barely breathing on top of that. At break Yugi sat next to Bakura on an empty bench. Well, except for the two people now sitting on it.
"Ryou, what's wrong? You never called me back." "I lost your number." He lied. "What did your yami do?" "Nothing. why do you care? It's not like your yami hates you!" he glared at the other then stared at the ground with tears in his eyes.
/ This isn't like Ryou, do you know what's wrong Yami? / // I'm afraid not Yugi, but you shouldn't push the issue. He doesn't want to tell you. Leave him alone now Aibou. // / But, I can't just leave him. I have to do something. / // You're too sweet Aibou, Bakura will be fine, he always makes it through. // / Through what? / // Nothing Aibou. //
"Yugi," Bakura's voice brought him out of the inner conversation. "Can I talk to you after school?" "Yes, of course. I'll meet you at the bus stop. We'll go to the park, if you can." "My father won't be home until tomorrow, so that would be fine." "I'll see you then." He got up and walked to class.
// Well Bakura, looks like you're alone again. All by yourself. // / I'm not alone. / // You're not? Who do you have then? // / I have Yugi, and the others. / // You actually believe they're your friends? // / Yes. / // That's sad, you know they only talk to you out of pity. They aren't real friends. You don't have any real friends. // /Yami. / // WHAT? // / I have to go to class now. / // No you don't little light. you're coming with me. // / Wait! NO!! /
His dark laughed bitterly as he took over, and went in search of a certain Egyptian.
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Malik walked around downtown, not really going anywhere, but that didn't occur to him. He was heading in the direction of the Turtle Game Shop, but he was turned around roughly and embraced in a kiss. When the kiss was broken, Malik looked up into the dark eyes of Yami Bakura. This was a strange day. He gave the other a confused look then turned around again to leave. But he was grabbed around the waist and dragged backwards.
"What are you doing?" Malik asked the man behind him. "Holding you." Y. Bakura answered simply. "Really, but what if I didn't want you to hold me?" "I'd ignore you and do it anyways." "That's nice to know." Malik answered and snuggled into the embrace.
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There was a stinging pain in the back of his head. He looked up to find utter darkness. The walls of the room were hidden from normal sight. The other disturbing thing was. I'm alone? What about my yami? He may hate me, but he's never left me before. Bakura decided not to worry about it for the moment and take a shower.
The hot water was refreshing for two reasons: Yami Bakura wasn't there, and it washed the dirtiness away. That was why Bakura took so many showers; he had so much pain and torment to wash away from him. Baths didn't work because then he would simply drown in the ominous sorrow that engulfed him. No, showers just washed it away and made it disappear into the intricate pipe systems. There was a song playing on his radio in his room, and although it was in English, Bakura could hear the words perfectly. He thought it was a little strange how true this song was to him.
Lying here on the floor where you left me
I think I took too much
I'm crying here, what have you done?
I thought it would be fun
I can't stay on your life support
There's a shortage in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine
'Cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again
But she's being a little bitch
I'll think I'll get out of here
Where I can run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill
I haven't moved from the spot where you left me
It must be a bad trip
All of the other pills were different Maybe I should get some help
I can't stay on your life support
There's a shortage in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine
'Cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again
But she's being a little bitch
I'll think I'll get out of here
Where I can run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me run Just as fast as I can To the middle of nowhere To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill Instead of making me better You keep making me ill You keep making me ill
When his shower was done he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his frail waist. He looked at his blurry image in the bathroom mirror, but couldn't make it out. I'm lost. He thought in despair. He sadly shook his head and brushed his teeth. That was another thing that washed away the dirtiness. Not quite as well, but it worked. After all the things his darkness had done, those were the worst. Those tormented kisses among other brutal acts of his Yami's supposed love.
"Love? How can he possibly think that I believe that? If he loved me. There's no way he would do this to me! Am I the only one that has to be tortured to the brink of death for the sake of 'love'?" He looked into the now clear surface of the mirror. "I still can't find myself. I've left. I've gone completely away. I've given into the pain." His head slowly fell forward until it hit the mirror with a dull thump.
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"Why did you come here?" Malik asked the dark form of his childhood friend. "I'm not really sure, I think I tired of Ryou." He answered solemnly. "You should go back to him." Malik was suddenly taken over by his own Yami. "Why should I?" "He's been disobedient. You cannot come to me when your toy won't play with you any longer." "Unfortunately, you're right. I should go back." And with that he left Malik.
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In the darkness of the apartment, a young white haired boy sat in a circle of candles. The soft glow of borrowed light illuminated the delicate features of the boy. If one looked closely, they would see a steady flow of crystalline tears falling from the chocolate colored eyes. But there was no one with him. He was alone, for once, but he was so deeply ruined that being alone was far more torture that being beaten and raped by his evil yami.
"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, and if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take." He repeated this like a sickening mantra, over and over until the syllables no longer would form in his dry mouth. "There is nothing more that I can do." He whispered to no one in particular, maybe to any god that was willing to listen to a broken boy. He thought of every religion he knew, and settled suddenly on one that not many here knew.
"With rabbit's foot and magic verse I turn around this wicked curse. As these words of mine are spoken Let this evil spell be broken." He took out a small pendant in the shape of an armadillo. In this religion, the armadillo was thought to protect one from evil spirits and negativity. He also took out a silver arrowhead on a thin silver chain. In this same religion an arrowhead meant more protection against evil.
"I hope this all works, I don't think I can take this anymore. I don't care where I go when I die. as long as he isn't there."
When he had said that the door opened and his yami stood in the doorway. His arms where crossed in a threatening way, and his foot was gently tapping on the tile.
"What are you doing Ryou?" He asked as he walked over to the circle of candles that held the fragile, now, in Yami Bakura's eyes, insane boy. "I'm leaving." "By sitting in a circle of stupid candles?" "They aren't stupid." "I said they were." "I don't.." "Don't what Ryou?" he was staring down at Ryou with an amusement hidden deep within his emotionless eyes. "Care. I don't care." "Really?" This should be interesting. He's actually trying to stand up to me! Yami Bakura thought with utter amusement.
Ryou Bakura, the quiet, fragile white haired angel, stood up to nearly stand eye to eye with his tormenter. He shook a small bit, but outwardly showed no emotions "I'm sorry that I couldn't love you back, but it's kind of hard, no, rather bloody impossible to love someone who rapes you and beats you and degrades you without feeling an ounce of a bloody emotion!" he screamed at the dark form of himself.
"Ryou, what in the name of almighty Ra are you talking about?" his yami yelled back, although he was saddened by what his light had said. It struck something inside him; something he never knew existed. "I HATE YOU!" he started sobbing and mumbling. "I bloody hate you." "I.. I'm sorry. Ryou." Yami Bakura stared at the floor in confusion. He had never been sorry for anything his entire life, and that was saying a lot considering he was a tomb raider.
"Well, it's a little too late for apologies Yami, you've taken this too far. I hate you, and no matter what you do, I'm not going to put up with it. I still don't know why you chose me, but you can go back in your stupid ring and rot in the shadow realm until you find some other toy, because I'm bloody sick of it!" With these last words, spoken barely above a whisper, Bakura drove his concealed kitchen knife through his chest. It cut through the soft tissue and meat between his ribs and softly punctured the walls of his heart. His body fell, and was caught by the arms of a sobbing Yami Bakura.
"I'm so sorry little Ryou, I never meant for this to happen. I'm sorry." But it was too late for apologies, as Bakura had said. His body went limp and his yami disappeared again into the dark and desolate depths of the shadow realm.
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/ It's been almost a week since Bakura's been absent from school./ // Did it ever occur to you that he was sick? // / He would have called in already. / // I'm sure that everything's fine Aibou. You really should stop worrying. // / I'm going to stop by his house after school, just to make sure. /
"Hey, Earth to Yuge. Joey here, come on buddy, snap out of it!" "What?" Was all the multi-color haired teen got out before he was attacked by a tall blond. "Yo, you're okay?" "Yeah, sure Joey, I was just talking to Yami." "About what?" "About Bakura." "He's creepy if ya ask me." "Well, creepy or not, I'm worried about him." "Why?" "He hasn't been in school for nearly a week, I'm worried." "Maybe he's sick?" "Yami already tried that one. It didn't work. I'm going to check on him after school, do you want to come with me?" "Yeah, sure."
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The two friends walked to Bakura's apartment after school, and when they got there the door was locked. After a few minutes of searching Yugi found a key behind a potted plant. He slowly opened the door, almost afraid of what he would find. What he did find scared him worse than anything he could have imagined. Yugi's yami appeared hind him and pulled him into a comforting embrace. Bakura lie on the floor with a puddle of thick crimson blood seeping around his lithe form. The knife he used was still in his chest; it still punctured his heart, even though there was no blood left to take from it. Joey ran from the apartment in search of help, while Yugi stood with Yami and stared at the corpse of one of their most loyal friends.
"How could this happen?" Yugi asked, then added, "Did his Yami do this?" "No, Aibou, Yami Bakura had no hand in this." "Then why? Why did he die?" "To end it, Aibou, to end his suffering, to end his pain." "Then where is his yami?" "Back in Hell where he belongs." "I'm so sorry that I didn't know. I could have helped him." "There was nothing you could do, Aibou, his soul was already taken from him, his life was the only thing left to take." "I'm so sorry it had to end this way. Sayonara my friend."
End notes: Oh my god! I started this like a month ago, and I finished it in one freaking night! That is so good for me! I'm sorry to all Bakura fans (myself included) but he's the most angst ridden person I could think of in Yu-Gi-Oh. Well, except for Kaiba, but I don't like him. Anyway, click on the lovely little purple box and say nice things about my story. say things like "I loved it" and "you should write more stories" and "I want to read more" you know! Nice things! If you want to yell at me about killing Bakura, don't. I get enough of that from my "happy" muse as I call her. my "angst" muse wanted to write a story this time, so I let him.
Kenichi: Oh like you care! You have enough time on your hands to write a friggin' thousand paged novel. Elvenmage: Actually, I'm reading one right now. I'm also reading The Vampire Armand. Kenichi: See? I told you she was going to grow up to be a frigid old woman with a million cats that lives all alone. Serendipity: That isn't a nice thing to say about her. she can fire you , you know. Kenichi: but she won't. Elvenmage: And why not Mr. High and mighty? Kenichi: Because you can't write angst fics by yourself, and you know Serendipity won't help. There'd be a thousand fluffy bunnies or pink things floating around. Elvenmage: Oh! Thanks for reminding me, I don't own Pink either! The singer, Like a Pill is her song. Serendipity: Bye everyone!
Elvenmage: bye the way. REVIEW!!!!! Thank you! Ja Ne! (no da!)
Author notes: if anybody finds something wrong in here, tell me. But you had better be nice about it, you see, I have enough depression on my own. I don't need mean reviews to add to it. Kenichi: Plus she has me for a muse, and I'm the King of Depression and Angst, as you'll see when you finish the story! Thank you. Now read. Oh! There is also a lot of angst. Hint! Hint: depression!
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Bakura looked up into the eyes of his darker half. It was rare that he would show any emotion towards him, and this was one of those rare moments. These were the times that Bakura treasured. He knew the next day would be painful; his yami would scold and curse him for what happened the night before. He would tell him how weak he was, but how tempting he was too. This drove the white haired boy insane. Not insane with passion or love, but crazy. He wanted to end the torture; he wanted to end it all. But when he looked into his yami's deep brown eyes, he felt a sense of longing. But that longing would never be fulfilled. He could never love this beast.
"Those are harsh words little one." His dark whispered before bringing his hand down the slap his already bruised face making it even bloodier. "You should know better than to think that way. I am certainly a beast, but you have no right to say so, understand?" he looked down at the shaking boy. "Y.yes I. understand." He choked out. "Good." Bakura's yami said before disappearing into the ring.
Bakura sat on his bed shaking; his yami had never been so brutal. Why did this happen? What was so wrong with this boy that someone would do that. There has to be a reason that the person who was supposed to protect me. does those. things to me. He thought before the phone rang. Bakura reached over to pick it up, then thought better of that. He let the phone continue the monotonous ringing until the answering machine picked up.
"This is Bakura, I'm sorry I can't answer the phone right now, but leave a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can."
BEEP.
"Hello, Bakura, this is Yugi. I was wondering if I could talk to you later. You looked a little spaced in school. You know you can talk to me about anything. just call me. See you tomorrow. Bye." He hung up.
"I'm sorry Yugi, I can't come to the phone right now. but leave a message. and I'll never call you again. I'm sorry I'm not home right now. leave a message." he trailed off sobbing. After an hour of relentless crying the white haired boy fell asleep.
The alarm clock rang in his ears until he finally rolled over to turn it off, but when he rolled over and opened his eyes, he saw his yami. Oh no. this hasn't happened before. he thought as his yami smirked.
"Well, I see, my dear Bakura, that you don't trust me." He ran his hand through the smaller boy's hair. "Why should I trust you?" I might as well be honest, what's the worst that he can do to me? Kill me? I wish. he thought bitterly. "Because you have no one else. That is why you must trust me little Bakura." "What if I don't want to trust a thieving monster like you?" "Well, haven't we gotten cocky. I would tone down on that if you want to go anywhere today." "What is that supposed to mean?" "You won't be able to move much less breath when I'm done with you, you brat!" he brought his fist down to Bakura's side. Then he grabbed the boy's white hair bringing his face close. "I suggest you apologize. Not that it'll do you any good." Bakura held his face as far away from his yami as he could. He was right; even if he apologized. he'd still pay. "I'm sorry Yami." "That's a good little light. Why can't you be this obedient the rest of the time? It would be a lot easier for you." Or would it. His yami thought with a smirk on his face. "I will try Yami. I promise you, I will obey." His yami grinned then brought Bakura's face close, but not touching. "That's a good little boy." Then he threw him to the wall and disappeared into the sennen ring.
Nearly an hour later Bakura showed up at school. He was late. Really late. His yami had bothered him, he was so strange. It was puzzling how strange Yami Bakura had been lately. When he reached his classroom the teacher set upon him immediately.
"Ryou Bakura, where have you been young man?" "I'm sorry, I was caught up with something at home." "And that something is?" "I'd rather not talk about it, please." He said as he took his seat next to Yugi. He wouldn't look up or talk, and was barely breathing on top of that. At break Yugi sat next to Bakura on an empty bench. Well, except for the two people now sitting on it.
"Ryou, what's wrong? You never called me back." "I lost your number." He lied. "What did your yami do?" "Nothing. why do you care? It's not like your yami hates you!" he glared at the other then stared at the ground with tears in his eyes.
/ This isn't like Ryou, do you know what's wrong Yami? / // I'm afraid not Yugi, but you shouldn't push the issue. He doesn't want to tell you. Leave him alone now Aibou. // / But, I can't just leave him. I have to do something. / // You're too sweet Aibou, Bakura will be fine, he always makes it through. // / Through what? / // Nothing Aibou. //
"Yugi," Bakura's voice brought him out of the inner conversation. "Can I talk to you after school?" "Yes, of course. I'll meet you at the bus stop. We'll go to the park, if you can." "My father won't be home until tomorrow, so that would be fine." "I'll see you then." He got up and walked to class.
// Well Bakura, looks like you're alone again. All by yourself. // / I'm not alone. / // You're not? Who do you have then? // / I have Yugi, and the others. / // You actually believe they're your friends? // / Yes. / // That's sad, you know they only talk to you out of pity. They aren't real friends. You don't have any real friends. // /Yami. / // WHAT? // / I have to go to class now. / // No you don't little light. you're coming with me. // / Wait! NO!! /
His dark laughed bitterly as he took over, and went in search of a certain Egyptian.
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Malik walked around downtown, not really going anywhere, but that didn't occur to him. He was heading in the direction of the Turtle Game Shop, but he was turned around roughly and embraced in a kiss. When the kiss was broken, Malik looked up into the dark eyes of Yami Bakura. This was a strange day. He gave the other a confused look then turned around again to leave. But he was grabbed around the waist and dragged backwards.
"What are you doing?" Malik asked the man behind him. "Holding you." Y. Bakura answered simply. "Really, but what if I didn't want you to hold me?" "I'd ignore you and do it anyways." "That's nice to know." Malik answered and snuggled into the embrace.
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There was a stinging pain in the back of his head. He looked up to find utter darkness. The walls of the room were hidden from normal sight. The other disturbing thing was. I'm alone? What about my yami? He may hate me, but he's never left me before. Bakura decided not to worry about it for the moment and take a shower.
The hot water was refreshing for two reasons: Yami Bakura wasn't there, and it washed the dirtiness away. That was why Bakura took so many showers; he had so much pain and torment to wash away from him. Baths didn't work because then he would simply drown in the ominous sorrow that engulfed him. No, showers just washed it away and made it disappear into the intricate pipe systems. There was a song playing on his radio in his room, and although it was in English, Bakura could hear the words perfectly. He thought it was a little strange how true this song was to him.
Lying here on the floor where you left me
I think I took too much
I'm crying here, what have you done?
I thought it would be fun
I can't stay on your life support
There's a shortage in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine
'Cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again
But she's being a little bitch
I'll think I'll get out of here
Where I can run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill
I haven't moved from the spot where you left me
It must be a bad trip
All of the other pills were different Maybe I should get some help
I can't stay on your life support
There's a shortage in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine
'Cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again
But she's being a little bitch
I'll think I'll get out of here
Where I can run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me run Just as fast as I can To the middle of nowhere To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill Instead of making me better You keep making me ill You keep making me ill
When his shower was done he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his frail waist. He looked at his blurry image in the bathroom mirror, but couldn't make it out. I'm lost. He thought in despair. He sadly shook his head and brushed his teeth. That was another thing that washed away the dirtiness. Not quite as well, but it worked. After all the things his darkness had done, those were the worst. Those tormented kisses among other brutal acts of his Yami's supposed love.
"Love? How can he possibly think that I believe that? If he loved me. There's no way he would do this to me! Am I the only one that has to be tortured to the brink of death for the sake of 'love'?" He looked into the now clear surface of the mirror. "I still can't find myself. I've left. I've gone completely away. I've given into the pain." His head slowly fell forward until it hit the mirror with a dull thump.
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"Why did you come here?" Malik asked the dark form of his childhood friend. "I'm not really sure, I think I tired of Ryou." He answered solemnly. "You should go back to him." Malik was suddenly taken over by his own Yami. "Why should I?" "He's been disobedient. You cannot come to me when your toy won't play with you any longer." "Unfortunately, you're right. I should go back." And with that he left Malik.
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In the darkness of the apartment, a young white haired boy sat in a circle of candles. The soft glow of borrowed light illuminated the delicate features of the boy. If one looked closely, they would see a steady flow of crystalline tears falling from the chocolate colored eyes. But there was no one with him. He was alone, for once, but he was so deeply ruined that being alone was far more torture that being beaten and raped by his evil yami.
"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, and if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take." He repeated this like a sickening mantra, over and over until the syllables no longer would form in his dry mouth. "There is nothing more that I can do." He whispered to no one in particular, maybe to any god that was willing to listen to a broken boy. He thought of every religion he knew, and settled suddenly on one that not many here knew.
"With rabbit's foot and magic verse I turn around this wicked curse. As these words of mine are spoken Let this evil spell be broken." He took out a small pendant in the shape of an armadillo. In this religion, the armadillo was thought to protect one from evil spirits and negativity. He also took out a silver arrowhead on a thin silver chain. In this same religion an arrowhead meant more protection against evil.
"I hope this all works, I don't think I can take this anymore. I don't care where I go when I die. as long as he isn't there."
When he had said that the door opened and his yami stood in the doorway. His arms where crossed in a threatening way, and his foot was gently tapping on the tile.
"What are you doing Ryou?" He asked as he walked over to the circle of candles that held the fragile, now, in Yami Bakura's eyes, insane boy. "I'm leaving." "By sitting in a circle of stupid candles?" "They aren't stupid." "I said they were." "I don't.." "Don't what Ryou?" he was staring down at Ryou with an amusement hidden deep within his emotionless eyes. "Care. I don't care." "Really?" This should be interesting. He's actually trying to stand up to me! Yami Bakura thought with utter amusement.
Ryou Bakura, the quiet, fragile white haired angel, stood up to nearly stand eye to eye with his tormenter. He shook a small bit, but outwardly showed no emotions "I'm sorry that I couldn't love you back, but it's kind of hard, no, rather bloody impossible to love someone who rapes you and beats you and degrades you without feeling an ounce of a bloody emotion!" he screamed at the dark form of himself.
"Ryou, what in the name of almighty Ra are you talking about?" his yami yelled back, although he was saddened by what his light had said. It struck something inside him; something he never knew existed. "I HATE YOU!" he started sobbing and mumbling. "I bloody hate you." "I.. I'm sorry. Ryou." Yami Bakura stared at the floor in confusion. He had never been sorry for anything his entire life, and that was saying a lot considering he was a tomb raider.
"Well, it's a little too late for apologies Yami, you've taken this too far. I hate you, and no matter what you do, I'm not going to put up with it. I still don't know why you chose me, but you can go back in your stupid ring and rot in the shadow realm until you find some other toy, because I'm bloody sick of it!" With these last words, spoken barely above a whisper, Bakura drove his concealed kitchen knife through his chest. It cut through the soft tissue and meat between his ribs and softly punctured the walls of his heart. His body fell, and was caught by the arms of a sobbing Yami Bakura.
"I'm so sorry little Ryou, I never meant for this to happen. I'm sorry." But it was too late for apologies, as Bakura had said. His body went limp and his yami disappeared again into the dark and desolate depths of the shadow realm.
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/ It's been almost a week since Bakura's been absent from school./ // Did it ever occur to you that he was sick? // / He would have called in already. / // I'm sure that everything's fine Aibou. You really should stop worrying. // / I'm going to stop by his house after school, just to make sure. /
"Hey, Earth to Yuge. Joey here, come on buddy, snap out of it!" "What?" Was all the multi-color haired teen got out before he was attacked by a tall blond. "Yo, you're okay?" "Yeah, sure Joey, I was just talking to Yami." "About what?" "About Bakura." "He's creepy if ya ask me." "Well, creepy or not, I'm worried about him." "Why?" "He hasn't been in school for nearly a week, I'm worried." "Maybe he's sick?" "Yami already tried that one. It didn't work. I'm going to check on him after school, do you want to come with me?" "Yeah, sure."
~*~
The two friends walked to Bakura's apartment after school, and when they got there the door was locked. After a few minutes of searching Yugi found a key behind a potted plant. He slowly opened the door, almost afraid of what he would find. What he did find scared him worse than anything he could have imagined. Yugi's yami appeared hind him and pulled him into a comforting embrace. Bakura lie on the floor with a puddle of thick crimson blood seeping around his lithe form. The knife he used was still in his chest; it still punctured his heart, even though there was no blood left to take from it. Joey ran from the apartment in search of help, while Yugi stood with Yami and stared at the corpse of one of their most loyal friends.
"How could this happen?" Yugi asked, then added, "Did his Yami do this?" "No, Aibou, Yami Bakura had no hand in this." "Then why? Why did he die?" "To end it, Aibou, to end his suffering, to end his pain." "Then where is his yami?" "Back in Hell where he belongs." "I'm so sorry that I didn't know. I could have helped him." "There was nothing you could do, Aibou, his soul was already taken from him, his life was the only thing left to take." "I'm so sorry it had to end this way. Sayonara my friend."
End notes: Oh my god! I started this like a month ago, and I finished it in one freaking night! That is so good for me! I'm sorry to all Bakura fans (myself included) but he's the most angst ridden person I could think of in Yu-Gi-Oh. Well, except for Kaiba, but I don't like him. Anyway, click on the lovely little purple box and say nice things about my story. say things like "I loved it" and "you should write more stories" and "I want to read more" you know! Nice things! If you want to yell at me about killing Bakura, don't. I get enough of that from my "happy" muse as I call her. my "angst" muse wanted to write a story this time, so I let him.
Kenichi: Oh like you care! You have enough time on your hands to write a friggin' thousand paged novel. Elvenmage: Actually, I'm reading one right now. I'm also reading The Vampire Armand. Kenichi: See? I told you she was going to grow up to be a frigid old woman with a million cats that lives all alone. Serendipity: That isn't a nice thing to say about her. she can fire you , you know. Kenichi: but she won't. Elvenmage: And why not Mr. High and mighty? Kenichi: Because you can't write angst fics by yourself, and you know Serendipity won't help. There'd be a thousand fluffy bunnies or pink things floating around. Elvenmage: Oh! Thanks for reminding me, I don't own Pink either! The singer, Like a Pill is her song. Serendipity: Bye everyone!
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