I finally updated! Sorry for the wait but inspiration is a bitch when you really don't feel angry with someone or when you have been out of the zone for a while. Truth be told I wrote this a while ago but forgot about it and didn't finish it but now it is done!

The show may have been over but there was still much to do

After all we couldn't have a large group of blood crazed audience members running around now could we?

Well it would be easier but then all the good victims would be taken before we could even get to them

We needed to crush the "competition"

The show would end and we would all appear in the ring once more

The audience clapped and cheered as they saw our crazed smiles and wild eyes

A few simple words in our shadow language and the remaining audience would be unconscious

But there was still work to be done

Each person still alive had to get back home, they had to forget everything they saw

But they would be haunted in their dreams, that much was certain

With the help of Mokuba and the millennium rod every person would stand and begin to walk home alone

Some were badly injured, others were simply covered in blood

None the less they all disappeared into the night

A quick snap of the fingers from Mokuba and every single person forgot about the dead

Every person we killed would be virtually erased off the planet

All records would be gone

No memories

Nothing would be left

After that clean up was a breeze

Joey would play his flute for only a moment and some form of creature would drag the last of the bodies into the shadow realm

One more sharp command in the ancient language and the ring would be cleaned perfectly

All that was left would be to count the money and clean ourselves off

Clean up was almost as much fun as play time, as Marik so lovingly dubbed it

Clean up was always saved for last

Before everyone joined the circus everyone found their soul mates

Me and Yami

Ryou and Bakura

Malik and Marik

Seto and Joey

Everyone except Mokuba but he always had someone to help him clean up afterwards so he had no problem with this

When everyone was done they would find their respective partners and the dance would begin

The dance of blood

The dance of passion

The dance of lust

The dance of shadows

The dance of pain

It was hard and painful, fast and lust filled but it was what we all needed

We needed the pain inflicted onto ourselves

We needed it almost as much as the blood

Clean up with Yami was always fun

The blood would be licked away and clothes would be torn off

Bites and harsh nips would be delivered to skin and what little control we had left was gone

Raw emotion and power came forth

Shadows would caress us as our bodies intertwined

There would be no kind kisses or gentle preparation

No there would only be bruising attacks on our lips and no time to prepare

But its what we needed

The pain was incredible but the pleasure that we got from such pain was even better

The pain would far outlast the pleasure but the shadows would fix us up

The shadows would penetrate our bodies and repair all that had been broken

That just made our actions all the more fun

As long as the shadows fixed us we could cause as much harm as we wanted

And we did a lot

Without the shadows all of us would have probably been dead from blood loss

But that's why we love the shadows

The perfect tool for sadistic masochists

The circus was perfect