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Chapter 3 Possession
I glared discreetly at Solomon. He woke me up around eleven last night, and told me to go home. And when I politely declined, insisting to stay with Bakura, he still tried to get me to leave. I almost told him I didn't have a home, but instead opted to break out in tears, and crying that I couldn't leave him alone, and that I didn't want to be alone after what happened. Of course all that movement hurt made my ribs hurt like a bitch, so the tears weren't all that fake. He bought my act, and incidentally my breakfast. Which was very good after going a day or so without any food. But still why didn't he leave well enough alone. Now I'm just pissed off.
Bakura began to moan in his sleep like he was in pain, I didn't move but Solomon did, he started shaking Bakura awake. Why he would do that I have no idea, anyway. It's better to let viscous sleeping dogs lie. Bakura woke up with his innocent facade on, and tried a few times to get Solomon to let him go. When that didn't work, the golden Egyptian whatever it was, around his neck glowed and Solomon was out cold. That right, people with the millennium items or whatever can do some sort of magic. So that means. . . Suddenly I'm really glad I didn't attempt to escape Bakura's grasp. He'd find me any way's and slowly destroy my soul, if there is one thing I know about Bakura it that you don't cross him. Ever!
He looked at me, and grabbed my wrist, making me hiss in pain. I'm sore all over damn it! "Come we're going." He all, but dragged me out the door. What was the goddamned rush, I can't read his mind goddamn it.
We left the hospital like bats out of hell, well Bakura did, I was just trying to keep up with him. I think I did a pretty good job at it too. It was only ten minutes later that he found his first victim. I say victim because that kid never stood a chance. I should feel bad about, but I'm more worried about my own skin.
I watched as he took some kid's, oh what was it called? Oh yeah, duel disk, and locator card. Which told me the kid was weak, and I didn't even play the stinking game, I mean come on, one locator card. The kid looked at me as if asking if I was going to save him. I almost snorted, looking to me as a savior, now that's funny. I freely admit that I am one selfish bitch. I won't do anything unless I will benefit me in some way.
"You're quiet today."
I snorted. Right quiet, would prefer me to be loud? "I'm thinking, trying to figure out exactly what you did, to the old man, not that I care about the old man, he annoyed me. This is purely a matter of self interest."
He laughed. Once again I seem to amuse the guy, probably the only reason he hasn't killed me yet. I stretched holding back a wince of pain watching him from a safe distance as he took another locator card and duel disk. He handed me the duel disk, which I gave a blank look. Hello girl from another world who doesn't even know the basic rules of the game.
"What do you want me to do with that?" I said pointing to the disk. If he wanted me to duel, forget it. I would lose in seconds. I'll stick to my other skills.
"You don't have a clue on how to duel nor do you have a deck do you" He once again looked annoyed, but dropped the duel disk. I smiled brightly. I love it when I manage to annoy him. Annoying people is fun, but you have to be careful when dealing with psychopaths, because they would kill you in a heartbeat, and leave you to rot.
"Not a clue, I was more focused on my hacking then learning when my sister tried to teach me." Which was true, my sister did try teach me to duel I just wasn't interested in learning, what at the time, was a useless skill to me. It's still a useless skill to me, but I'm not going to say that out loud.
He snorted, and pushed me a head of him when we entered a fog bank. A very creepy, and obviously artificial fog bank, probably some idiots trying to get some easy wins by scaring ever one. "Go act helpless, there's a couple of people up ahead that will let their guard down for a pretty girl, but don't let them touch you. No one, but me is allowed to touch you." When the hell did this guy get so damn possessive, because I would really like to know? And since when is he the only one allowed to touch me, the way I see it no one is allowed to touch me.
"Since when do I belong to you?" I demanded. He grinned showing sharper than normal canines. I shivered, can you say creepy! Who has teeth that sharp, they kind of look like a vampire fangs, and I wonder if they… bad thoughts Keyla bad thoughts.
"Since I said you do, don't disobey me or you will be punished Little Thief. Now go, before I get annoyed." He said with sadistic humor laced heavily within his voice. Now if I was smart, I would turn, run, and not look back, but I never claimed to be smart, so instead I walked strait a head, I'd had already sealed my fate at the hospital, I could never get away from him if he truly wanted to find me. That and I found myself enjoy his company, in a very small way. A very very small way. Oh who I kidding I want to jump his white ass.
I walked forward for a couple of yards, until Bakura was out of my visibility range within the fog. Stupid bastard. I hate acting helpless, it usually end up with me in pain. Extreme pain and or broken limbs. The last time I was acting helpless was to distract some boys and blue, but how was I supposed to know they were some of the corrupt ones, tried and failed to rape, and I left them in a wounded pile of flesh. I had a lot of fun that day.
"We are the ghouls; now give us your locator cards." A small insignificant insect whispered in my ear, I swear my eye twitched. I know for a fact I do not look like a duelist, so why in the hell would they think I'm one. I can't believe how stupid people can be. Wait yes I can, example a, my psychiatrist.
"Do I look like a duelist to you, I don't have locator cards, you idiots, I actually think Leather Fetish is smarter than you, and that's saying something." Now to get them really angry. "And ghouls? Really? What are you twelve?" If that doesn't get them angry then there not a lost cause, but if it does… well their better off dead, cause that kind of stupidity is going to get them killed anyway.
I had to jump back to doge, when one of the three lunged at me. Bad fucking idea! I jostled my body with that, and I hurt god damn it! Where the hell are you Bakura? Why the hell am I expecting him to save me, he's the reason I'm in this mess in the first place. I'll do what I always do and beat them up my self.
Just as I was about to jump away from another lunge, and attack, his laugh cackled through the air. I shivered, it was kind of terrifying actually, because you only heard that kind of laugh right before someone ended up dead. Bakura would do it to, kill them without a single ounce of remorse. He wasn't someone who bothered with the minor details, and he could kill them, and not leave a scrap of evidence. That was really scary to think about, he was the perfect serial killer for this day and age. I shivered again. He was going to kill those boys, I just knew it.
"Were, you perhaps trying to touch my toy?" Oh no he didn't! "Because I don't like to share. Now I'll have to hurt you, or you can give up your locator cards, and leave peacefully." Who's he trying to kid. I know he isn't going to let them leave peacefully no matter what choice he gives them. He was going to send them to their own personal hells.
Of course the ghouls as they call them self's are complete idiots, they lunged at Bakura, which of course he easily dodged, and turn their attack against them in one graceful movement. Then his millennium item began to glow, and all three were out cold, are at least it appeared that way. I think they were dead, that what he would do to them, unless he sent them to the shadow realm, and that was even worse than death. He took their locator cards from their unmoving bodies.
My throat was suddenly dry when he turned to me insanity visible within his eyes. "Remember Little Thief, your mine. You obey none, but me. You touch none, but me. Anyone who touches you will lose their soul." Then sanity was back, but the insanity still lingered in the background. To tell the truth, I think my heart stopped in that moment. I never claimed to be a saint or anything, but in that moment, when I realized how out of his mind he was, I really wanted my mom. I wanted her hug me, and tell me everything would be okay, just like she used to.
"What did you do to them, I thought you killed them?" I couldn't help but ask. Especially after that comment about people losing their souls, because that was basically sending them into a coma, not death.
A smirk crossed his face causing me to step back at the pure evil it excluded. "I've trapped their souls in to these cards. Why don't you hold on to them for me?" He handed me three cards. I almost dropped them in shock when I saw the images engraved on the cards. The three guys from earlier with the expression twisted in one of much pain and suffering.
It times like these that I realize how scary Bakura truly is, and that he's not exactly sane in the contextual use of the word. I have no room to talk, I am also certifiably insane, or so the psychiatrist says. I never liked her, but at least I was kind enough to send her a parting gift, and what did she do for me? She tried to have me institutionalized as criminally insane. I bet she still hasn't got the smell out of her room or my little present out of her apartment. I must have startled Bakura with my sudden laughing fit, but I couldn't help it, just the thought of the look on the bitches face when my present was unveiled. I wish is could had seen it.
"What wrong with you now, Little Thief?" He asked tonelessly, but I could sense his curiosity. Don't ask me how I knew he was curious, I just knew, and that was all there was to it.
I started laughing harder. I am so screwed up, maybe that why I actually chose to stay with him instead of escaping, even though I knew I would be safer away from him. Because we were similar in personality, because to be truthful I am lonely, and I know once he claims something, he won't let go until he has sucked it dry. He'll use me until there is nothing left, but I wouldn't be alone.
I know exactly what he will do to me when I out live my usefulness, but he not just using me, I'm using him too. It's a mutual parasitic relationship, we're going to use each other until one of us becomes obsolete, which will more than likely be me (I'm only mortal after all), and left to die a lonely and bitter death. So knowing that, why would I stay with him? Because the moment I leave without his consent, he'll hunt me down, and slaughter me, and if I'm entirely truthful with myself I want to stay, I want to be used.
"Just fond memories, of someone suffering." I finally answered his earlier question. Fond memories indeed, I wonder if she took my advice to check into the nearest mental hospital. Probably not.
"Who did you torture?" He laughed, sending shivers down my spine. Did I mention his evil laugh was turn on. Well if I hadn't earlier I have now.
"Just my stupid psychiatrist. The bitch didn't know when to quit." I said with a fond smile on my face, as I remembered the good old days. Ah I miss torturing that bitch, oh well I had the last laugh. Ma ha ha. Yesss! I didn't choke on my evil laughter.
"Come on, we're going to be late, I still got a tournament to win." I shrugged following him out of the fog bank, and put the three cards he gave me earlier in to my pocket. I should be concerned that I don't care about what he did to them, it's the decent human thing to do, but I'm not a decent person I have never been a decent person, and I will never be a decent person. In fact I want to learn how he did it. I want to learn how to steal souls.
"Is it possible for someone like me to learn how to trap souls? It seems like fun." I asked. Please say yes, please say yes. My inner pleas went unanswered.
"No." Damn it! I wanted to learn how to steal souls, it's not fair! Okay so I'm throwing a mental temper tantrum, it not like I'm actually doing anything, but staring at Bakura sadly. I really want to know how to steal souls. "Now come on, I don't want to miss the finals."
"Yeah, whatever." I grumbled. This was going to be a long boring day. I signed earning an annoyed glare from Bakura.
It was a long walk to the spot of the tournaments finals, and let me tell you I was bored out of my skull, Bakura was way too focused on actually getting there to actually talk to me. Well at least he was until I started singing. Then he threatened to send my soul to the shadow realm. Of course I have no idea what the shadow realm was, although Bakura was very informative about why I should fear it. Sounded like hell to me, but I wasn't one to fear hell, I was one who would try to overthrow the current ruler, anyways I got a little off subject. The shadow realm is hell, and Bakura's the devil.
So if Bakura's the devil what am I? At this point in the game, I don't particularly care as long as I can stay alive, but I wouldn't mind be the devil's queen. Even the lord of evil needs a lady to warm his bed.
Bakura slipped into his innocent facade, and motion for me to do the same. I think I'm going to be sick; I have to be nice to goody two shoes. I despise acting nice, and I'm not sure despise accurately describes my utter hatred of nice. I'm partly glad I'm not alone in this particular torture. As I know from my observances that Bakura doesn't like being nice either, and only does so to further his plans. What his plans are… don't take my word for it, but I'd have to say world domination, and revenge. Yeah he seems the revenge type.
The cheer squad seemed shocked at our arrival, and was that a flipping blimp behind them, now that's cool. What I like blimps, Hitler used them to bomb his enemies, and it worked. Wonder who the guy, in that monstrous white trench coats is? Well whoever he is, he is in serious need of fashion advice. I mean seriously can you say coat tails of doom?
"Ryou, Keyla should you two be out of the hospital?" The cheerleader asked. I will not strangle, I will not destroy, I will not do anything to blow my cover.
My fingers twitched, as I smiled cheerfully. It was only my internal monologue that kept me from strangling miss pinky. She was just so pink, and cheerful. She was clearly asking me to kill her. Slowly, painfully, and I REALLY WANT TO KILL THE CHEERLEADER.
Bakura smiled innocently, and held up his duel disk. "Well, I'd have trouble competing is I stayed in the hospital, besides I'm fine now, and Keyla's only here because I don't want to let her out of my sight after what happened." He lied, quiet convincingly I might add.
"I don't know, I still think you should have stayed until you were better." Leather Fetish said sincerely. It made my skin crawl, I just didn't like him, and I had no clue why. No matter, it's probably my female intuition.
"Don't worry about it. Me, and Ryou will be fine." I said in what I thought was an innocent voice. "Besides, I want to watch my boyfriend win." I added with a smirk. The cheer squad blanched, it felt good to cause some chaos.
"Were going on inside, Okay guys?" Bakura said with a smile. As we advanced up the ramp some guy (security) tried to stop me from entering with Bakura, but then this little kid whom I learned was called Mokuba, got the guy to let me on, nice kid. I smiled at him, probably one of the few genuine smiles I ever gave. What can I say, I like kids. I used baby-sit some younger kids, but mom put her foot down when she found out I was teaching them some the finer things in life. I don't know what she had against me teaching them the wonders of the five finger discount, and how to bounce bank accounts. I thought it was a good thing.
Mokuba gave Bakura a key card and a map which I promptly took and led us to the room designated on the map. The blimp is a freaking maze. Luckily, it's not as much as a maze as my last high school. I'm serious the school was so multidirectional that I got lost no less than six time on the first day of classes. Well I also have a horrible sense of direction, but I'm going to blame the school, and not my own short comings.
Once we entered the room Bakura scowled, and I shudder. "I don't know how much longer I can act like a goody two shoe, before I snap." I told him bluntly. I wanted to scrub myself clean of goody two shoes, and the only way to do that was to pick a pointless fight, and I would have if it hadn't been for the fact that I didn't want to go to the shadow real at this time.
"It doesn't matter Little Thief, soon we will end this farce, but first, why did you smile at the Kaiba brat?" Okay, why the hell is he so damn possessive, and jealous, can't forget jealous?
"He's a kid; I like kids, there just so darn impressionable." I said innocently knowing he was annoyed. I don't have a death wish, I'm just bored out of my mind, and this is fun.
"In other words, you like teaching the younger generation your skills; it gives you a feeling of power. But Little Thief, you have no power anymore you are mine! " He snapped at me. Well there goes my fun.
I was frustrated, and angry when I yelled out my next sentence. Which I really should have kept to myself, but I let my mouth run away from my mind. "Why are you so damn, possessive, it not like I'm your actual girlfriend or anything, and we don't exactly like each other. Hell I be out of here if I thought I could escape you, and I wouldn't look back!" As you can see, it is clear that I have a death wish; why else would I be so reckless with my words.
His actual reaction scared me more that if he would have sent me to the shadow realm or even just hurt me. He let his gaze scan my body before slamming me against the wall, (which hurt by the way) and grinned showing his razor sharp teeth right before he bit down on my neck. What was a god damned vampire. He pierced the skin allowing blood to flow freely, (which is very bad for me.) Then he brought bloody lips to mine and whispered.
"I don't have to like you. You don't have to like me. You are mine no matter what. Your body is mine, your mind is mine, but most importantly your soul is mine!" Then he kissed me letting me taste my own blood. It lasted all of ten seconds before he dropped me like a sack of potatoes, and walked in to the bathroom. I slid down the wall, confused as hell until it hit me what this entire scene was about. Dominance. In his world I was his to do as he pleased. I was his little toy, and he wasn't going to share. He planned on using me in more way then I first believed. Very well, if that how he wants to play it. Bring it on Bakura; I'm not going to break anytime soon.
Noriykoi: I want to say right here, and now that Bakura is not in love with Keyla as of yet. At this point in the story he is obsessed with her because she is a lot like him, but she is also a bit different. He also lust after her body, as she is attractive to him. The last scene was nothing more than a mixture of lust, and a power play for any who have questions.