Please enjoy some short Yugioh stories/drabbles, brought to you in part by myself, Taroshi and KaibaCorp…
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Characters: Bakura and Atem
Prompt- N/A
Story 10 By Taroshi:
"I will destroy you!" The beaten spirit of a man shouted at his nemesis. "You're all talk," came the calm reply, as the tall bronze figure of the Pharaoh stalked the shade. "I'll be back. I'll always be back," the shade promised, blue eyes pale and challenging.
The Pharaoh's smile was grim. "I'm sure you will, but like always, you will be defeated." The tip of his sword shone with lethal intent though all was transparent. After all, they both were dead.
The soul of Bakura hissed at him in rebuttal, but continued to back away from the defending figure. Searching, always searching for a way to succeed. "I will destroy you," the ghost repeated, milder this time."Destroy you deep and truly for what you and yours did to me." Slight puzzlement pierced the king's expression at the desperate note in his rival's voice. "What we did? What about what you've done."
He closed the space between them. "What about the lives you've stolen? The minds you've ruined?" He plunged the sword deep into the shade, staggering slightly as it writhed in agony. "Do they mean that little to you?" He stabbed again, revelling in the mewling sounds of pain. "I am going to rip your soul apart. There'll be no chance to come back, there'll be nothing left." He stabbed at the essence of Bakura, righteous in his cruelty. "I will squash your soul beneath my heel, like the unwanted thing you are."
Atem threw down his sword and continues his tearing anew with his hands, wrenching handfuls of the thief's life stuff and tossing it into the growing shadows.
He gazes hard into the hate filled eyes of his nemesis. "I will burn your being with such hellfire there will be nothing left but cinders and broken promises."
Atem was shocked to stillness when great pooling tears spilled forth from the other king's eyes. The wretched sobs that spewed forth from Bakura pulled at his heart strings - he had never heard such loss in his entire existence.
"Of all the things you could say..." The thief regained enough composure to spit at the pharaoh hovering over him with wide eyes. "I would do it all again. In a heartbeat."
Atem sucked in a repulsed breath and plunged his hands deeply, mortally, inside the shade. Ripping. Rending. Twisting.
As Bakura's shade vanished, his parting words surrounded the Pharaoh.
"If I could have seen my family one last time, this might have been worth it."