A/N: I'm super-happy right now, I went to candy factory today, it was a school trip. :D It was super awesome, I loved that place, they let us eat as much chocolate as we wanted, and I'm so on sugar-high right now. All I can do is giggle and sing stupid songs (mostly Finnish), I'm so glad I wrote this yesterday. Who here loves candy? I think all of us * munches happily a chocolate bar* I see squares, I see squares, but I don't wanna see squares, I want circles (?)... Yes I'm weird. BTW my story has a pretty fast tempo, if it's too fast, please inform me, and I will struggle to slow it down. *imagines herself trying to stop a train* Ough! :D
Warnings: Swearing ( so much f-words *stares* O_o), blood, flashbacks (fear my scary flashbacks :D) stuff, and an author who have eaten too much candy, and might attack you with hugs (I'm not a violent person, be happy).
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! (nothing creative here :( )
A/N: The sugar-high side of my brain wanted to give this chapter some weird (and Finnish) name, like, I don't know: Me ollaan taas hevonkuusessa (?). I'm so glad my reasonable side won. Here's the second chapter of Soul Halves:
2. chapter: Insane Eyes
His head was tilted, arms crossed, and that cocky smile on his face, quite charming actually. His eyes were targeted to Yami. His pupils were unbelievably small, like he was on drugs. But he after some observing everybody could he tell he wasn't. He was insane. When like this he was most dangerous. When like this, it was no point reasoning with him. When like this, insane, he was the scariest, most arrogant, unpredictable, and fucking dangerous.
He threw his head back and laughed. His piercing laughter echoed in Yami's ears long after the spirit himself had stopped laughing.
"But sir!" man opposed. "I can't take you to an island that doesn't exist!"
The man tapped map with his hand clarifying that, indeed there was no island there. Map hung on the wall behind man's desk. Yami put his hand on his temples and sighed in annoyance. Slowly he started counting to ten. He mustn't send this fucker to the Shadow Realm. No he mustn't. He needed to calm down, he needed this man. Yami felt a headache coming. How much he wanted just to turn solid and punch the man right to the middle of his face. In the past few days Yami had lost all his solidity, he was now back in a spirit form. But if he wanted, he could, by focusing, turn solid, but it took a lot of his energy, and he couldn't remain like that for long. After considering every option he had, he had come to a conclusion that Bakura must be retrieved. No matter how much he hated doing this, it was something that has to be done. He never realized how hard this could be. This was the third person, they have asked to take them to that island.
Everybody had said that there was no island. Of course there was a island, but it was sealed away and hidden from anybody else. Yami hadn't wanted anybody just ran into Bakura, and save him. Hell, Bakura wasn't supposed to be saved, and here Yami was, going to a little happy trip, to save his little happy friend, if he ever get to that little happy island. Yeah, fuck it.
"Besides," man continued. " These are dangerous waters. Many ships have sunk."
"How can they sink, if there's nothing there?" Yugi asked.
"Uh," man blinked, obviously realizing that he had talked himself into a trap. "Fuck!"
"Does that mean you can take us there?" Yugi asked, sweet, but creepy little smile on his face.
Man nodded slowly, still not quite realizing what he was getting himself into.
"Awesome!" Jou cheered.
Yami and Yugi had agreed to take Jou and Honda with them, in case some assistance was needed, which probably would be. Because Yami doubted that Bakura would be happy when seeing them. Yeah, that beast probably would jump to strangle him the moment he'd see him. Ryou was coming along too, there was no question about it. But when Anzu said she wanted to come too, Yami had said no. They didn't need Anzu, only useful thing the girl could do is get killed by Bakura, and Yami didn't want to attend her funeral, not really.
Yugi smiled to Yami, who floated beside him. Yami didn't answer to the smile. He started darkly at the map, which showed no island there.
Golden shackles wrapped themselves firmly around slender body.
Yami kept his hands on his Puzzle, and let the Shadow Magic flow freely around them.
Bakura's hands reached out for Yami, tried to claw him, make him stop. He struggled against the shackles. But shackles pressed his arms against his sides, leaving marks on his skin, and forced his legs together.
Bakura screamed, both in pain and in rage.
Bakura's body bended backwards grotesquely, until he was almost double bended. Screams covered up the soft snaps that his bones made as they broke.
Shackles wrapped around Bakura again holding him in that painful position.
Yami closed his eyes.
He waited until Bakura was fully gone, and only echoes of his screams remained.
"Ok, captain, you can stop the boat now," Yugi said.
The captain turned the engine off and lowered the anchor.
"There's still no island, sir," he said, scratching his head in wonder.
"Just wait and see, " Yugi assured and headed to the prow.
Ryou was already standing there, staring into spaces.
"Hey Ryou, are you okay?" Yugi asked putting his hand on his friends shoulder.
"Just a little confused," Ryou answered.
Yugi merely nodded. Yami floated next to them.
"Aibou, I need to use your body, so I can break the seal. Is that okay?"
"Go ahead, Yami," Yugi said and slipped away, letting Yami in.
How he hated this, using his hikari's body again. He didn't want this.
Yami, now in control of Yugi's body, closed his eyes and put his hands on the Millennium Puzzle. He could immediately feel it. The Shadow Magic swirling around him. Yami opened his eyes. It seemed like everything in front of him was covered in thick dark fog. Behind that fog was the island. Yami stretched his hand out, so his fingertips toughed the fog. The fog, even though it didn't look like it, created a solid dome surrounding the island.
Yami started chanting an ancient spell.
Beneath his fingers the dome started cracking, the seal was breaking, and the Shadow Magic, that was used to create the dome, was drawn back to the Puzzle. The fog cleared out and Yami's fingers toughed nothing but air.
Yami let his, Yugi's, hands fall limply to his sides and slowly slipped away from Yugi, letting the teenager to have control of his body again.
"Ok let's go!" Yugi said to his friends and spirit, now floating beside him.
"Wait, maybe one of us should stay here, just in case," Ryou suggested. " Our captain doesn't seem to to be feeling very well."
Ryou pointed to the man. Poor man, pale and shaking, was leaning against the railing and was mumbling something about islands, mermaids and how all they needed was a fucking Kraken.
"I'll stay," Honda said.
"Okay, we'll call you if we need assistance," Yugi said.
A trail of rocks started just around the boat, if they would have gone just a little farther they would have hit the rocks. By using them as path they could get to the island. One by one, Yami first, and Jou last, they got off the boat and hopped from one rock to another.
"Hey guys, do you see the blood?" Jou asked.
Nobody answered. Yes, they could see the blood. It was everywhere. Dark and dried red marks on the rocks. It seemed like something had hit them, hard.
In silence, they walked to the center of the island. Bakura was nowhere to be seen, but they could feel his presence. It was all around them, bringing them down, giving a clear warning. Try to find me and die. Look for me and die. Leave me and survive. Leave me behind, leave me alone. Let me be!
But they were not going to leave him, at least not Yami, he needed him. Yami tried to look for him. He could feel him, his Magic. Shadow Magic was still strong in him, after six months of imprisonment. Twisted and dark, it was everywhere around Yami. It was in his blood, on the marks on the rocks.
Yami heard a rustle. It came behind them.
Yami turned around, a mysterious piece stuck in his throat and his heart pounding in his ears. Thump, thump, so loud it almost made him deaf
Behind them, it was him, Bakura.
Bakura was crouched, he was more like standing on four feet than the normal two. His posture made him look more like an animal than a human.
Bakura's skin and hair was wet, he had probably swam in the ocean just few minutes ago. A small poodle of water was forming under his bare feet.
If before Bakura had been Ryou's reflection, now he was more like a twisted caricature, hardly even resembling his hikari anymore.
His clothes were torn. What used to be his shirt, was now nothing but few blue and white shreds of cloth, hanging from around his chest and arms. His white hair was tangled and covered with dried blood and dirt. Bakura was thin, like a skeleton, every single bone in his body could be clearly seen, especially his ribs. His waist would make any supermodel jealous, but he was clearly suffering. It looked like he had never seen food in his life. His pale skin was covered in dirt, cuts and bruises. One of ribs seemed broken. There were claw marks on his chest. Such self mutilation, such hatred.
Left half of his face had lost all its skin. It was nothing but bloody mess, starting from his jaw and ending to his eyebrow. Yami didn't even want to know what had caused that.
Nothing in this was Bakura they knew.
Nothing expect the eyes. In the middle of bloody mess, and in the dirt were his eyes, in the middle of whiteness were small pupils. Insane eyes.
And they stared.
Yami swallowed loudly. This was a game, a serious one. If he did something, if he moved, Bakura would snap. He would wake from his trance and then...
Nobody could tell what Bakura would do.
This was a staring contest in its extreme. And Bakura wouldn't lose. He wouldn't move, wouldn't blink.
It was just matter of time.
And Bakura had plenty.
In the end Yami would lose, they would lose.
Bakura wasn't going to close his eyes.
Others had noticed Bakura now too. They all watched him, eyes full of fear, discomfort, uncertainty, and pity, maybe?
They all stood and stared. The whole world was quiet, expect the small drops of water, that ever so loudly dripped down from Bakura's skin. Quiet.
Someone would have to break that silence, eventually. No?
It was Yugi, who couldn't keep himself from speaking.
"Bakura," he called out, trying to keep his voice calm, not to startle the person in front of them.
Bakura's head snapped to face Yugi, and a feral grin appeared on his bloody face.
Faster than anyone could see, he pounced. Next think everyone registered was how Yugi fell down and was pinned to the ground, Bakura on top of him. Then Yugi screamed. Jou was first to react to this sudden noise.
"Fucking beast!" he yelled and kicked Bakura. Bakura's ribs let out a loud crack. He yelped in surprise and rolled off.
"He bit me!" Yugi screamed in disbelief as Jou helped him up. Blood was flowing down from a wound on Yugi's shoulder.
Bakura was back on his feet, licking blood from his lips, savoring it. After that he, howling in rage, attacked Jou. His nails dug in boy's body, and teeth sunk into his arm. Jou gripped Bakura's hair with his hands and tried to pull the stubborn beast off, not succeeding.
"Ryou!" Yami yelled." Try to use your mind link!"
Ryou nodded and close his eyes. He searched a familiar connection from inside his mind. Once he found it, he opened it.
Hate. Hot, passionate, overwhelming hate. That's all that Ryou got through his mind link. Not a single humane thought. Just hatred, pain, and blood lust. And it was forcing it's way into Ryou's mind, trying to drown his every thought with simple pain. Ryou slammed the mind link shut, fast.
"It's no use, I can't speak to him. He's human no more! He's gone berserk!" Ryou yelled.
Jou slammed Bakura's body against the rocks. Bakura kicked, screamed, bit and clawed, refusing to let go, to feel pain.
Yami just watched. How he hated this, just floating around, watching how his friend fought against this beast, unable to do anything.
"Don't hurt him!" Yugi yelled, holding his wound.
"More like it to me!" Jou cursed. "Pass. Out. Fucking. Bastard!"
Bakura's body was slammed against the rocks, again and again. New blood was splattered on the rocks from reopened wounds. Loud cracks, screams, noise, horrible noise.
Finally Bakura's eyes slipped close, his grip loosening, and a creepy smile appearing on his face.
Jou panted and wiped some sweat from his face, letting Bakura's limp body slip down.
"Okay, now let's get some rope, tie this fucker up and get the hell out of here. This place gives me creeps!"
Yami stared at the unconscious Bakura, and shuttered.
A/N: Thanks for reading! *waves at your direction happily* In case your screen suddenly turns into chocolate, and you hear someone laughing manically, don't worry, it's just me and my army of chocolate bars! *Giggles*
