R: Ryou picked up his head feeling the arm around him holding his tighter. Ryou was ready to struggle when he heard the man behind his give out a faint growl as Atem neared. Ryou turned his head to the man. "A-Akefia?" He whispered, he shook lightly. Fearing Atem and fearing it would still be Bakura.
A: Looking down at Ryou for a second and then at Atem, he felt a faint growl in the back of his throat again. "What the heck is going on here, Ryou?" He asked and tugged the other one near to him, not wanting to let go of him, though apparently not wanting to stay either. "Why are we in the palace now?"
R: "B-Bakura took over y-you, H-He took me here to g-give me back." Ryou chocked out moving closer to him. "I-I don't want to go back...I want to be with you." He bit his lip softly holding back as tears started to form.
P: Atem had stopped and stared at the two silverettes. "Ryou, get down from there...you have to get away from him. He is the spirit of the ring." His voice boomed angrily. Ryou flinched.
A: "Oh and you know that, Mr. fancy pants?" He snarled at the Pharaoh, looking around and searching for a way to get out of here. This situation was highly unfortunate... and he didn't know what had just happened, but Ryou seemed to know... he was terrified and angered. "Who is Bakura?" He growled and his head slowly snapped back, his gaze determined, while he searched for a way out, he couldn't get back and in front of them was the Pharaoh, wanting to take Ryou back!
P: Atem growled softly. "Bakura is the spirit of the ring that haunts Ryou's very soul! The one who tortured him for years in his time. Bakura is you!" Atem snapped back.
R:"Stop it! Just stop it! Stop the fighting and the yelling!" Ryou yelled clutching his head. "Akefia is not Bakura! Not now!" Atem stepped back slightly in surprise.
A: He twitched back, he never had saw the Pharaoh from so near and not so angry, he wanted to jump down and punch him into that face of his just now, as Ryou apparently screamed out of sheer despair. He leaned back and looked at Ryou with a frown, putting an arm around him. "You're startling him." He told Atem bluntly in the face and looked around. "So... where are your friends now?" His lips wore thin... he knew he would wander in prison after he let Ryou go here, though he had promised it... and he was a man of his promise.
Y: Yugi stepped forward from behind Atem. "R-Ryou, Come with us. That man is dangerous." He said boldly.
R: Ryou froze in place holding onto the horse. "No Yugi, I don't want to leave him." Ryou bit his lip hard as tears started to well in his eyes. "I don't want to leave him...Don't take me away from him..." He whimpered softly.
A: Akefia looking at Ryou with a strangely amazed and at the same time startled glance, looked over at Atem and Yugi. "Those are your friends?" His brows furrowed angrily and his horse danced a bit under them, feeling its masters restlessness. "I thought you wanted to be brought here..." He said, not willing to make clear to Ryou that they probably would put him in a cell. "And they're right... I'm not the most... secure company."
R: "I don't care...I'd rather be with you then-then with people that don't care about me at all!" He yelled tears falling from his face.
Y: Yugi jumped slightly before Joey stepped out.
J: "What are ya' talk bout Ryou! We do care about ya!" He warned.
R: Ryou shook his head violently. "You always treated like me like I was going to turn into Bakura any minute!" Ryou cried hiding his face.
A: Akefia, blushing slightly and also felt like the bad guy again somehow... even though he was sure he absolutely did nothing wrong here. "Ryou...?" He asked, poking the other ones arm. "Do you... want to have some time?" He seemed kinda worried, though unable to cope with the situation, apparently overtaxed with what exactly to do. "I'm... sorry... for whatever happened..." His horse stopped moving again, and he looked at Atem, frowning deeply.
P: Atem growled softly. "Ryou, If you chose him...I will have no choice but to treat you like a criminal like him." He warned.
R: Ryou looked up at Akefia with a tear stained face then at Atem. "I chose him...even if he is My yami's past self..." He whispers.
P: Atem sighs softly before snapping his fingers, the guard surrounding them.
A: Looking at Atem, he felt his breath hitch. "How dare you be cruel at him, king? To not fight for loyal friends like him and for a beautiful soul is highly like you!" He straightened, sitting on his horse still and screwed his eyes. "I thought to bring him here to you... but It seems you don't want him here... only fair, that I take my treasure with me then..." He looked back again, behind him the strange men in black mantles stood absolutely calm, as if they were frozen on their spots. "Help us!" Still the figures stood frozen to their spot.
'Maybe they don't listen to... ME...?'
R: Ryou blushes softly before Atem snapped. "Get them!" He yells. Ryou cringed as the guards ran forward. Ryou squeezes his shut holding onto the arm that was wrapped around his body protectively.
A/B: One second Akefia closed his eyes, determined to cry out whoever was also in him. 'Help me!' And when the figurines behind them moved, the eyes opened, it could only have been a second and he didn't move, while the figurines crashed through the guards leaving him only kicking some weapons aside, until a way to get out was free... looking at Atem once more though, the other one should be able to note the strange change in the thieves eyes, which were tinted in a red color now. "Your loss, old hoss... game over..." He smirked, before he took the reins and his horse moved away from the palace, holding Ryou tightly pressed against him. "I will get you out of here, host." Was whispered into the other ones ear.
R: Ryou shivered softly pressing himself closer to the older man. He didn't care if it was Bakura at the moment or not. He didn't want to be anywhere near them. He choked out a sob as the horse moved from the palace. He held onto the arm that held onto him desperately.
B: Looking down onto Ryou's form he kept quite for now, feeling the other one clinging to his arm, made him nearly automatically pull the other one back to his chest. "What did I tell you?" He asked, strangely soft... this was not like him normally. Maybe he had a plot... plan... something he wanted to reach with being nice, though at the moment it seemed to be pleasant for him to just feel this smaller body against his, fragile... delicate... desperate... it made him somehow want even more to devour this desirable flesh and taint it with pure sin. "Hold on tightly to me, host... we'll need to make a fast ride..." Kissing the spot on the back of that soft... oh so soft neck, he heeled the horse into a very fast ride.
R: Ryou had bit his lip softly. Why was Bakura acting so nice? Was he just being nice so he could get something from him? It had to be that...this was Bakura he was thinking about. Ryou shook his head of the thoughts as he tightened his hold on Bakura's arm, holding back tears that threatened to fall. Yami didn't care...he was the Pharaoh again, he was Atem again...Yugi cared...but the others...they would make him turn his back to Ryou...
B: Concentrating on holding their both balance and on the way they had to ride, he gave Ryou only the arm to hold on and no talk for some time, before he looked down getting, that his host shivered. It was evening by now, the desert was cold and so apparently was his host. "Ryou I need my arm." He said calmly.
R: Ryou jumps, shivering softly. "A-Alright..." He whispers slowly letting go of his arm. He held onto the horse before freezing. "D-Did you just...call me by my first name?" He whispered with a small shiver. Bakura had never called him by his name, It was always Host or Yadonushi. Bakura was acting really strange.
B: He blinked. "Hm? Yeah... Apparently I did... or do you have another name by now?" Grinning he took his arm back, slowly stripping himself of his cloak and draping it over Ryou's head in a harsh, though maybe because of that cute manner into Ryou's face. "You shook so hard, that the horse doesn't even know if I heel it or not, host..." He smirked.
R: Ryou blushed softly. "N-No...Thank you..." He whispers pulling the cloak close to his body as he slowly stops shivering. He leans back on the man staring ahead keeping the cloak close. "Why are you being nice...your never nice...?" He whispers, not knowing if he was asking himself way he was or if he was asking Bakura himself.
B: The spirit chuckled. The arm draped around his host again, and he took a deep breath of the desert air. "This is a game host." He just said cryptically and a lopsided smirk stretched his lips, before he leaned forward, lips brushing the smaller ones ear shell, when he let go of a gently breathed whisper. "Also... did I ever have the chance to do this?" His arm tightened a bit around the smaller ones body, pulling him into the warm body behind him even more, before the arm loosened a bit again, before he brought them both along a cliff and over it, heading for a special destination...
R: Ryou blushed softly, once again holding onto the man's arms leaning back on him. He stared up ahead as they came along a cliff, spotting a small run down village. "W-Where are we going?" He whispers softly enjoying the soft warmth that came from the man.
B: A bit eerie and dark smirking sound crawled in Ryou's ear, as Bakura straightened, recognizing Ryou's eagerness for warmth with a kind of triumph, before he looked forward again. "I am taking you to where I come from. I know you wanted to know who I am exactly... you will find out... tonight... or tomorrow... at least you will see my home." burying his nose in the other ones hair a bit and drawing that sweet scent in, he was unable to stop... it annoyed him greatly, but it filled him with thrill also, while he let the horse run a bit slower, snaking the arm around Ryou a bit tighter.
R: Ryou blushed deeper relaxing into the man. He smiled softly before realizing the warmth that was forming a the pit of his stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut hoping it would surpass. He gripping softly onto the arm.
B: Grinning with being able to see the blush when he leaned forward. "Do you like rides through the desert night?" He asked lowly, nearly seductively... maybe it reminds the smaller one of the hot feeling he had gotten by the other ones fingers not too long ago...? "It's cold... but the smog that you think of as quite normal isn't even in the air now." Smirking he slowed the horse down, when they slowly passed the small cliffy status of the desert around the village, before finally halting directly at its boarder. "I need you to help me now, m'sweet..." He murmured into the other ones ear, again a bit seductive? He reached for a torch in one of the saddle pockets and also for a cloth that seemed to be oddly wet. Winding it around the torch he took two stones out. "Just hold it, yes?" He asked and after a few smashes of the stones together, the torch caught fire.