It's been a long while - A short something before I jump into chapter 3.
Pipah also known as Potion Zero was an elixir created centuries ago. It was rumored that the creator of the elixir would have supreme control over the person he got to drink it. To Bakura it was no rumor. He had witnessed its power long ago. The formula was etched on his brain. He could still smell the scorpions powder and eye of newt that the elaborate recipe called for. With all that Bakura has been through over the years he had never felt it necessary to use such a potion; possession of the Millennium Ring was always good enough. Now things were different. Bakura did not feel in control of this situation. He wanted something he could not have and the only way to get it would be to assert control. He had made up his mind. He would use the potion on Marik.
It would be perfect. He would get Marik to drink it and Marik would be like putty in his fingers, a slave. Bakura felt weird. He couldn't quite describe the strong feeling of affection he had for Marik but he knew it wasn't love, however, he knew that he wanted Marik to love him. He wanted Marik to want him, to need him, to belong to him.
Bakura would love nothing more than to keep Marik locked away; his beauty hidden from the world. Marik would his alone to torture, pleasure and worship.
Bakura would make it so.
