Summary: Bakura thinks it's merciful of him to throw Ryou against a wall. After all, there are worse things he could do to his host. Double drabble.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugiou. That high honor is held by Takahashi Kazuki, the creator of the pretty anime boys I've loved for going on five years.
Rating: T/ PG-13 for language and violence.
Notes: After such a long hiatus, maybe you were hoping for a fluffy Tendershipping fanfic. Instead I give you this. And I'm not even sorry.
Constructive criticism is very welcome.
Host says that underneath my rough, cruel, and eternally angry exterior, there must be a kinder, gentler me inside.
I tell him to piss off.
Host isn't fazed. Host babbles on about how certain he is that if I'd just go see a nice therapist, I could get all my anger out in the open and deal with it.
I tell him that no therapist specializes in "Fixing Anger Caused by Having One's Family Murdered."
Host says it's not good for my health to keep all my feelings bottled up.
I tell him it's not good for his health to keep talking to me. I might break his neck if he doesn't shut the fuck up.
Host rolls his eyes and says he know I wouldn't do that to him.
I snap. I lunge at him. Shove him so hard he falls against the wall and splits open the skin on the back of his head. Blood stains his pale hair. I tell him I warned him, didn't I?
Host nods, and is for once silent. Staring past me, staring blankly. He touches his head and winces.
I turn and stalk out of the room. Host had it coming. And I was merciful. I could have slipped into his mind again, made him do things no sane person would consider doing.
He's lucky I only gave him surface wounds.