Warnings: Abuse, NCS, yaoi and probably character OOC. A little lime in
this chapter.
//Yami to Yugi// (or Yami Bakura to Bakura)
/Yugi to Yami/ (or Bakura to Yami Bakura)
*italics*
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Chapter Ten
Yugi came back into the room and sat down beside Joey as everyone continued to watch Tea and Yami duel. It was a friendly duel and while playing Yami was giving a few tips, which Tea was taking to heart. Yami had decided not to go back to sleep after all.
Bakura sighed to himself as he yawned. It wasn't that he was bored, he was just really tired. He let himself drift off into a deep sleep.
"So you actually think this is a dream huh? Or rather a nightmare." Menacing laughter echoed throughout the black room Bakura found himself in again. "News flash you little bitch, this isn't a dream. You can't get rid of me, I'm still here." Suddenly there was a flash and Yami Bakura appeared right in front of his double.
Bakura gasped and fell back, startled. Looking up he saw that his dark side was raising a long knife over his head. "Say good bye." The Yami snarled as he brought the knife down.
"Ah!" Bakura opened his eyes as his body completely tensed, coming out of the dream, or nightmare. Once his vision cleared he noticed that everyone was looking at him. Yami had his hand out with a card held in his fingers, just about to make a move, Tea had her cards held up over her mouth as if Bakura had startled her. Yugi, Joey and Tristan were looking at him in surprise.
"Are you okay Bakura?" Tea finally spoke, breaking the silence.
Shakily Bakura smiled softly. "Yeah, sorry." He said. "I didn't mean to fall asleep." He coughed, as he looked down at the couch, curling himself into a ball. "I didn't mean to interrupt either." Brown eyes turned to Crimson.
Yami nodded and made his move, destroying Tea's Petit Angel. //He's lying, he's not alright.//
/I know. Do you think it was another nightmare?/ Yugi put his head in his hands so it looked like he was watching the duel.
//I think that's a given. We should talk to him after.// Yami said, Yugi agreed.
While the duel continued, Joey got up and sat on the couch beside the silver haired boy. "You sure you're okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just. . .a bad dream." Bakura nodded. Joey seemed to think for a minute, then wrapped his arms around Bakura's still trembling form. "J-Joey?" Bakura was confused.
"Well, whenever I had a nightmare I always wanted to be held. So I figured. . ." The blonde shrugged as Bakura smiled, seeing what Joey was trying to do.
"Thank you my friend." Bakura whispered as he rested his head on Joey's shoulder, soon falling into a deep sleep again.
"Back for more huh?" Yami Bakura laughed as he looked at his light. "Don't worry, don't need that idiot who's holding you to get suspicious now, do we?" He seemed to think. "Oh, here's a picture you'll enjoy." It was as though Bakura had blinked and instead of his Yami in front of him it was Yugi and his Yami.
Yugi had his legs wrapped around Yami's waist as the taller boy slowly slid in and out of him. Bakura watched in silence as the two continued overwhelmed with passion. Before the silver haired watcher had a chance to think about why Yami Bakura was showing him this, Yami pulled Yugi into a sitting position and an evil laugh echoed through the room, not phasing the two on the bed.
A glint of something behind Yugi on the bed caught Bakura's attention and as he watched a spear broke through the mattress, the sharp head pointing at Yugi's back. Suddenly Bakura knew what was going to happen. Yami lay Yugi back down again.
"Oh God, Yami no!" Bakura yelled out a warning, but it was too late. He heard the sickening sound of the spear forcing its way through Yugi's small body, the boy gasping out in pain and staring at Yami with wide unseeing eyes. Yami Bakura suddenly appeared behind Yami and pushed the pharaoh forward so he fell onto the spear.
Bakura's eyes grew wide as he stared at the two bodies. Blood began to drip from the darkening white sheets and Bakura covered his ears and let out an ear-piercing scream.
Jumping up suddenly Bakura opened his eyes and looked down at Joey who looked bewildered. Looking around in a panic he realized that he was still at Yugi's and Yami and Tea were still dueling. Well, they had been. Now everyone was looking at him as he stood on the couch.
"'Yami no' what?" Yami asked softly as Bakura calmed down slightly; at least so he could breathe a little easier.
"N-nothing. Never mind. I'm s-sorry." The silver haired youth stuttered and jumped off the couch, running out of the room and sprinting up the stairs. He made it to the bathroom just in time as he collapsed in front of the toilet and threw up. When nothing else would come out Bakura shakily wiped his mouth and flushed the toilet, then made his way to his room, leaning on the wall for support.
*He's not gone. He'll never be gone. Even if it was just a dream, a part of him is still there.* The boy swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. *He'll never leave me alone. I'll never be free of his torment.* He sobbed out loud and covered his mouth with a hand as he finally reached his room. Still shaking uncontrollably Bakura grabbed his deck from the nightstand and sat on the floor by his bed.
He shuffled the deck, which was difficult with the cast, then laid out the cards in a unique fashion. When everything was done he flipped over a card. Dark Titan of Terror, said to dwell in the world of dreams, it attacks enemies in their sleep. "That explains the nightmares." Bakura whispered to himself as he wiped his eyes. He flipped over the next card. Ouija Board. Bakura gulped. "D. . ." He whispered and flipped the next card. Death Message E. "E." The next card. Death Message A. "A. . ." Next card. "T. . ." and then the next card.
Death Message H. "H. . .death?" He shook his head. "Whose?" He whispered to his deck and raised a quivering hand and gently touched the card, turning it over. Bakura's eyes went wide.
Tears welled up in Bakura's eyes as he gazed down upon the card he had just flipped.
Ansatsu, a silent and deadly warrior specializing in assassinations.death.
"You're not telling me whose going to die!" Bakura growled at the deck. His nerves were shot and he didn't really want to know, but a part of him needed to know.
Finally, he flipped over the last card, his eyes falling upon the Dark Magician.
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To be continued. . .
//Yami to Yugi// (or Yami Bakura to Bakura)
/Yugi to Yami/ (or Bakura to Yami Bakura)
*italics*
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Chapter Ten
Yugi came back into the room and sat down beside Joey as everyone continued to watch Tea and Yami duel. It was a friendly duel and while playing Yami was giving a few tips, which Tea was taking to heart. Yami had decided not to go back to sleep after all.
Bakura sighed to himself as he yawned. It wasn't that he was bored, he was just really tired. He let himself drift off into a deep sleep.
"So you actually think this is a dream huh? Or rather a nightmare." Menacing laughter echoed throughout the black room Bakura found himself in again. "News flash you little bitch, this isn't a dream. You can't get rid of me, I'm still here." Suddenly there was a flash and Yami Bakura appeared right in front of his double.
Bakura gasped and fell back, startled. Looking up he saw that his dark side was raising a long knife over his head. "Say good bye." The Yami snarled as he brought the knife down.
"Ah!" Bakura opened his eyes as his body completely tensed, coming out of the dream, or nightmare. Once his vision cleared he noticed that everyone was looking at him. Yami had his hand out with a card held in his fingers, just about to make a move, Tea had her cards held up over her mouth as if Bakura had startled her. Yugi, Joey and Tristan were looking at him in surprise.
"Are you okay Bakura?" Tea finally spoke, breaking the silence.
Shakily Bakura smiled softly. "Yeah, sorry." He said. "I didn't mean to fall asleep." He coughed, as he looked down at the couch, curling himself into a ball. "I didn't mean to interrupt either." Brown eyes turned to Crimson.
Yami nodded and made his move, destroying Tea's Petit Angel. //He's lying, he's not alright.//
/I know. Do you think it was another nightmare?/ Yugi put his head in his hands so it looked like he was watching the duel.
//I think that's a given. We should talk to him after.// Yami said, Yugi agreed.
While the duel continued, Joey got up and sat on the couch beside the silver haired boy. "You sure you're okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just. . .a bad dream." Bakura nodded. Joey seemed to think for a minute, then wrapped his arms around Bakura's still trembling form. "J-Joey?" Bakura was confused.
"Well, whenever I had a nightmare I always wanted to be held. So I figured. . ." The blonde shrugged as Bakura smiled, seeing what Joey was trying to do.
"Thank you my friend." Bakura whispered as he rested his head on Joey's shoulder, soon falling into a deep sleep again.
"Back for more huh?" Yami Bakura laughed as he looked at his light. "Don't worry, don't need that idiot who's holding you to get suspicious now, do we?" He seemed to think. "Oh, here's a picture you'll enjoy." It was as though Bakura had blinked and instead of his Yami in front of him it was Yugi and his Yami.
Yugi had his legs wrapped around Yami's waist as the taller boy slowly slid in and out of him. Bakura watched in silence as the two continued overwhelmed with passion. Before the silver haired watcher had a chance to think about why Yami Bakura was showing him this, Yami pulled Yugi into a sitting position and an evil laugh echoed through the room, not phasing the two on the bed.
A glint of something behind Yugi on the bed caught Bakura's attention and as he watched a spear broke through the mattress, the sharp head pointing at Yugi's back. Suddenly Bakura knew what was going to happen. Yami lay Yugi back down again.
"Oh God, Yami no!" Bakura yelled out a warning, but it was too late. He heard the sickening sound of the spear forcing its way through Yugi's small body, the boy gasping out in pain and staring at Yami with wide unseeing eyes. Yami Bakura suddenly appeared behind Yami and pushed the pharaoh forward so he fell onto the spear.
Bakura's eyes grew wide as he stared at the two bodies. Blood began to drip from the darkening white sheets and Bakura covered his ears and let out an ear-piercing scream.
Jumping up suddenly Bakura opened his eyes and looked down at Joey who looked bewildered. Looking around in a panic he realized that he was still at Yugi's and Yami and Tea were still dueling. Well, they had been. Now everyone was looking at him as he stood on the couch.
"'Yami no' what?" Yami asked softly as Bakura calmed down slightly; at least so he could breathe a little easier.
"N-nothing. Never mind. I'm s-sorry." The silver haired youth stuttered and jumped off the couch, running out of the room and sprinting up the stairs. He made it to the bathroom just in time as he collapsed in front of the toilet and threw up. When nothing else would come out Bakura shakily wiped his mouth and flushed the toilet, then made his way to his room, leaning on the wall for support.
*He's not gone. He'll never be gone. Even if it was just a dream, a part of him is still there.* The boy swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. *He'll never leave me alone. I'll never be free of his torment.* He sobbed out loud and covered his mouth with a hand as he finally reached his room. Still shaking uncontrollably Bakura grabbed his deck from the nightstand and sat on the floor by his bed.
He shuffled the deck, which was difficult with the cast, then laid out the cards in a unique fashion. When everything was done he flipped over a card. Dark Titan of Terror, said to dwell in the world of dreams, it attacks enemies in their sleep. "That explains the nightmares." Bakura whispered to himself as he wiped his eyes. He flipped over the next card. Ouija Board. Bakura gulped. "D. . ." He whispered and flipped the next card. Death Message E. "E." The next card. Death Message A. "A. . ." Next card. "T. . ." and then the next card.
Death Message H. "H. . .death?" He shook his head. "Whose?" He whispered to his deck and raised a quivering hand and gently touched the card, turning it over. Bakura's eyes went wide.
Tears welled up in Bakura's eyes as he gazed down upon the card he had just flipped.
Ansatsu, a silent and deadly warrior specializing in assassinations.death.
"You're not telling me whose going to die!" Bakura growled at the deck. His nerves were shot and he didn't really want to know, but a part of him needed to know.
Finally, he flipped over the last card, his eyes falling upon the Dark Magician.
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To be continued. . .