…Kill…Yugi? Bakura must be kidding. He's one of my best friends, I can't do it. I won't do it.

"Bakura, I can't do it." Bakura glared at me. It scares me so much when he does that, it shows how disappointed he is in me. I hold the knife tightly and look down at it glimmer in the stream of sunshine from a high up window. I swallow. Hard. Slowly I walk up to Yugi, and glare into his huge purple eyes, pleading me not to. I glance at Bakura. He nods. My brown eyes scan Yugi. He's afraid. He's alone. Alone. The pharaoh isn't here to save him. I look away and plunge the knife in Yugi's direction. I hear a gasp, and more mumbles. I don't want to look. So I search for Bakura, in need to advice, and security. He smiles at me and his eyes tell me to continue. I slowly turn my head to look at the damage I did. Yugi's face is pained and his body clenched, I look downwards towards his stomach, where blood oozes out through the leather shirt. He looks into my eyes, straight into my soul; tears fill my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I can't do this! I can feel both of them looking at me, both willing me to do what the other doesn't. I take in a deep breath. I can't handle this! I stand and try to balance, I feel dizzy and sick. I look at Yugi, his pleading eyes and I loose control, the guilt wells up and I can't take it anymore! I fling the knife around, hearing rips and tears and ear spitting screams. After my frenzy I open my eyes. I don't remember shutting them, but I look at Yugi. I look at what I have done. He's almost unidentifiable. His right arm is barely a part of him. He's covered in scratches, in haemorrhages and in punctures. His eyes are still open, and they're still glaring at me. MAKE IT STOP! I look down at my blood covered hands and the red stained shirt. I killed Yugi Motou. The ultimate betrayal. And I did it. I feel Bakura's soft eyes on me. I close my eyes and fall so my knees, and weep softly. Yugi's gone forever. The boy who helped me through so much. He's gone, I killed him. I'm a murderer. Murderer.

"Well done, Koi." I look up to Bakura stranding over me and throw myself around his legs and cry. I can't take it. I can't think straight. I don't want to look at Yugi. I don't want to open my eyes. There was no reason to kill him, to hurt him. I'm a horrible person. I deserve to die. I cry more and more, fisting Bakura's trousers.'

"B...Bakura." I whisper his name. He kneels down and holds me. I lean into his shoulder and cry. He's holding me. Gently caressing my back. The images of Yugi subside for a moment.

"Yugi! Bakura!" I look up to see non other than Joey wheeler, stood in shock at the door, at me, at Yugi and at the blood, on my hands.