"Meet me in the Millennium Ring if you know what's good for you."
Those words echoed through Ryou's head, growing more sinister with every repetition. He hated his dark side because of the venomous fear his yami injected into Ryou's heart. He promised himself that he would never dream of disobeying his darker half, he had tried to once in the past and it did not result in a good outcome. Ryou took a deep breath to steady himself before injecting his energy into the item he wore around his neck.
When he entered the ring the first thing he noticed was the lack of light. The atmosphere was heavy and pushed down hard on little Ryou. It was surprisingly hot, and Ryou could feel himself beginning to sweat. The boy tired to look around to find his dark side, but could not make out anything past the thick violet fog that veiled everything. Ryou took a small step forward to be greeted by menacing laughter. It sounded as if it came from every direction, it could not be pinpointed. Ryou whimpered, growing exceedingly frightened. From behind, Bakura snuck up on his meek host and violently grabbed his arm, swiftly pulling him backwards. Ryou gasped, his heart in his throat.
"I see you decided to be a good boy for once and finally come pay me a visit in my home for the last five thousand years." Bakura growled in his partner's ear causing Ryou to tremble. This did not go unnoticed by his yami side however. A deep chuckle escaped Bakura's mouth that was turned upright in a haughty smile.
"I see nothing has changed, you still quiver in fear before me. But will you admit your afraid, Ryou? I want to hear you say the words," Bakura's voice bellowed with authority as his grip on Ryou's arm tightened.
Ryou closed his eyes in a futile attempt to calm his nerves; he would not give his yami the satisfaction of hearing himself admit he was afraid. That would mean admitting he was weak and submitting to his darker half. Ryou would not allow it, he would not let himself cave in.
"I should have never came here," Ryou said, his light hearted voice wavering in a slight panic.
"Is that so?" A dangerous glint shone in Bakura's eyes that his host did not manage to catch. If Ryou was thinking about leaving, he'd better think again. And if he wasn't going to say what his yami so desperately wanted to hear, Bakura would surely make him.