The dirty eyes man screamed and scratched at his leg where the pain was burning into his leg. He ripped the pants from his body and feel to ground landing half naked in the moonlight. He saw on his legs a word and small spots of blood. The set of words caught his attention.
Hello? Is anyone there?
Bakura took his bloody finger and wrote on his skin.
Ryou felt wetness on his leg and saw red on it. It looked like blood. He went to whip it away from him but saw what it said. So simple but so large of a word.
Yes.
She replied to it. The short answer intrigued her beyond a knowledgeable amount.
Who?
Bakura frowned, 'Who was this and how did they get to him?' They wanted to know to much to fast. He would pry from them what they pried from him.
Could ask you the same.
Ry
Bakura. How are you doing this?
A book taught me how.
Witch? For what side?
I'm a demon. You?
Ryou blinked his eyes. A what?
A what?
What are you? I'm a demon.
? Human…Do you mean people call you demonic because of your personality?
Ryou closed her eyes in the hopes that she was reading this wrong. Please be wrong. She felt the wetness.
No. I'm a demon of the south under my brothers rule. I'm King of the Protecters of the Pure.
Whoever this was was going to know they had messed with the wrong person. He wasn't backing down without a fight.
Pure?
Yes. Its demons who can use their power on Earth.
"What the freak?" Ryou exclaimed, her soft voice squeaking as she yelled.