"I fucking knew it." she hissed opening a screen and quickly typed away, suddenly Ryou stood beside Bakura plain as day like they did when she first brought them to the virtual world. "Call of the bet, now!"

Ryou looked down at himself, then over at Bakura. "She's good..." he muttered as Bakura's eyes only narrowed further. He then turned to Aura and said, "I can't afford to, Aura."

"I don't give a shit, I don't need anyone watching out for me. Call of the bet!"

"Ryou," she growled, "call off the bet, or I walk away from both of you right now, I won't care if this darkness consumes you or you stab and kill yourself." she lied.

Ryou bit his lip, all his prior confidence draining away. "B-But..." He was stopped by Bakura who merely grunted, "It's a hoax."

"It's not a hoax, I mean it Ryou," she growled, "call off the bet, now!"

"Fine then, I-" He was interrupted once more by Bakura. "Ryou, she's obviously lying. Even someone as brain dead as you should be able to see that."

"Why are you stopping him?" she glared at Bakura, "this should be a blessing for you!"

He turned to her and chuckled. "My dear Aura," he said sarcastically. "You don't think I'd enter a bet if there wasn't a prize for my winning, do you?"

"Oh? A prize? And what exactly is your prize?" she hissed.

Ryou blushed furiously and stared at the floor. Bakura opened his mouth to speak but Ryou slapped a hand over his mouth. "N-Nothing!" he yelled.

"Nothing?" she growled, "Tell me, or call it off."

"It's nothing!" he protested, blush spreading across his face. Bakura chuckled from under Ryou's hand.

"Liar," she watched his cheeks. "Both of you irritate me, neither of you can tell me the truth," she growled crossing her arms wanting to scream in fit again.

"It's simple," Bakura said through Ryou's mouth. "I wanted-" Ryou shrieked, interrupting him. "NONONO!" Bakura rolled his eyes.

"Let him speak Ryou or I'll send you to the farthest point of the virtual world for a minute. I am not in the mood for childish games."

Shivering, Ryou took a step back. "I don't have control of my life anymore..." he murmured.

She grit her teeth closing her eyes, "No, it's not that at all. I'm giving you the choice tell me the prize or call of the bet. Balls in your court."

Ryou turned to Bakura and nodded, the latter grinning darkly. "I want to figure out a way to create a vessel for Ryou to live in so he can get out of this Ra damned body. I have a vague idea of where to start, so it shouldn't take more than a month or so of research to figure it all out." Ryou stared at the ground, blushing.

"That's it, that's why you were so embarrassed to tell me?" she shook her head wishing he would have just called of the bet. "I suppose that's a good prize, and one you both deserve."

"That's not all..." Bakura said, smirking in Ryou's direction.

She rose an eyebrow looking over, "oh?"

Ryou turns around and says quietly, "The spell only brings about a female body, not a male one." Bakura laughed wildly as Ryou grew only more red.

She snickered, "good even better for the both of you, unless that's not your thing." she said crossing her arms again.

Ryou looked confused as hell while Bakura only chuckled lightly. "What does she mean?" Ryou asked the air.

"I knew you two had a secret thing for each other, it's not hard to see, besides Ryou you even admitted." she said frowning slightly. "but that's beside the point."

Now Ryou looked up, his face bright red. "WHAT!" he yelled.

"I asked you if you loved him, that's why you hated me and you said yes, in a shy way."

If it was even possible at this point, Ryou grew more red. Bakura on the other hand, smirked. "I knew I was hard to resist, but really Ryou?" The smaller of the white-haired males turned his back to Bakura and Aura.

"See?" she sighed looking away from both of them, her rage settled by this point and now she felt miserable.

Bakura, meanwhile, was laughing insanely. "Oh Ra, this is rich! My host, the same person I've abused his entire life, in love with me!" He cackled as Ryou dashed away from the two of them.

She didn't move or say anything, only watched him run him away.

Bakura calmed down after a few minutes, sighing. "Ra, that was rich..."

"I'm sure," she muttered

"He's so pathetic," Bakura continued. "So obvious."

"And you're not, why don't you go admit your feelings to him?" she said not looking at him.

"Feelings for him? He's nothing but a puppet for my usage," Bakura replied evenly.

"That's why you're going to help him get his own body," she shook her head sighing.

"Actually, no. I'm trying to get myself my own body and purging his soul is the only way to execute such a plan," Bakura told her.

She didn't say anything, only stared off silent, her thought wandered for a moment, "he interrupted our conversation," she sighed to herself.

"He tends to do that." Bakura sighed heavily. "When I store his soul in another body, I plan on leaving Domino City all together. When I leave..." he trailed off.

"When you leave what?" she asked concerned looking over at him.

"Take care of Ryou," he said finally. "He'll be in a strange body in a strange world and won't have a single clue as to what to do about it." Bakura stretched his arms up. "Not that I specifically care, but I figure the least I can do is get him help before I go."

She chuckled mocking him, "told you, you had feelings for him. You really do care."

"Not in the slightest, no. It's a final act of leaving, the cleaning up if you will," he told her.

"Sure, whatever," she sighed, "I wish he would've just called off the bet."

"Ryou wants to keep you alive and I want out of here. It all works out," Bakura said slowly.

"For the both of you," she sighed, "do neither of you care what I think or want?" she muttered.

"I can't speak for Ryou, but I personally don't." However, Bakura frowned.

"You don't?" she asked slightly amused then let out a chuckle, "of course you don't, foolish of me to think otherwise."

"But, out of curiosity, what would you want?" He looked at the ground.

She hesitated to answer and frowned looking away from him, 'both of you' she thought.

Bakura kicked a pebble on the ground, sighing. "Spit it out."

She looked at him to meet his eyes only to find him looking away. "The same thing I wanted then."

Bakura bit his lip. "It's not going to happen..."

"I know." she nodded, "I know all too well." she turned her back on him and crossed her arms looking away.

Bakura turned back around and murmured, "I may come back, I may not. I need to know if I can trust Ryou to you... And if I can trust you."

She found it hard to answer so she only nodded.

"I mean it, Aura. I won't have time to worry about either of you, so PICK UP YOUR HEAD AND ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!" His words were filled with unspoken emotion as he lifted her chin with a single finger.

Her eyes met his, "yes, Ryou will be safe with me." she said, her voice low and shaky.

Bakura's finger left her chin and he took a step back. "I start research tonight," he said simply. "Find Ryou, we're leaving."

"Find him yourself," she said harshly and walked away from him. "I have my own research to do." she sighed to herself.

"Then I suppose these are my lasts words to you; Fare thee well and may thy life prosper whilst I am away." Rolling his eyes at such a cheesy line, he left in the other direction in search for Ryou.

She left the virtual world and walked past his pod pausing looking down at him, her face tightened in pain, walking from the pod she knocked over a nearby table in her way and slammed the door shut behind her going to the lab

Bakura, finding Ryou after about thirty minutes of searching, left the virtual world and wandered around the mansion in search of a way out.

She eventually sat in her office head hung low, the whole place had been destroyed in a fit of rage, she placed her forehead on the table and wrapped her arms around her head.

The white-haired male sighed as well, and exited through a window. 'Did I make a mistake...?' he wondered as he walked home.

She remained miserable for the remained of the evening, never leaving the office, or from her position.

Finally reaching home, Bakura set to work researching and worked well inot the night. Monday morning, he allowed Ryou control of the body in order to go to school and give Bakura time to rest.

She slept in her office, and woke up in time for school but stayed home, her mood was miserable and she wouldn't chance seeing Ryou and breaking down.

Ryou spent all day miserable, wishing Aura would show up but she never did. He sighed, staring off into space.

Aura never left her office, not to eat, not to sleep, she remained dedicated to her work, trying to clear her mind.

Night fell once more and Bakura was back to studying and researching like never before.

Subconsciously, she ended up in the bar with some of her work and sat in the back corner reading and drinking, her mood still miserable.

As if their thoughts had been temporarily joined, Bakura found himself at the bar as well. He sat beside her and ordered a beer.

She was alone for a while, as if her mood was a dark cloud that everyone could see. Noticing someone sat beside her she sighed, "Go away," she muttered softly.

"Quit bitching. I'll drink where I please." Bakura smirked at her as his beer came.

She looked over at him and her mood worsened, she turned on him a bit and continued reading her papers ordering a much stronger drink. "do as you please."

He didn't reply as he downed a beer after a few minutes and ordered two more.

After a while when she had finished most of her next, much stronger drink she slowly sat up and looked down, "do you have to leave?"

"Yes Aura, I do." Bakura sighed after finishing his third drink. "I have more and more research to do as well as some time I need to reconnect to my roots. I should be gone for a while, but I may return yet."

Her hand tightened around the glass she held and it cracked slightly, "I thought so," she slurred slightly.

"Your glass is cracking," he stated bluntly. "Will you miss me?"

"Yes," she said quickly, without thought. 'more than you'll know' she thought not releasing the grip on her glass.

"A lot?" he pushed, words slurred a tad as his fourth and fifth drink came rolling around.

"Yes," she said quickly and closed her eyes, "I don't want you to go." her grip tightened and the crack grew.

"I have to go and go I shall," Bakura replied, sitting up a bit higher in his stool. "You won't miss me."

Her hand tightened and the glass shattered, a searing pain shot through her hand as alcohol quickly mixed with blood, but she ignored it, "how can you even say that?" she growled.

Bakura didn't look up, not even when the glass shattered. "Because people forget eventually."

"I never did, never have, I refuse too." she tightened her bloody hand not caring of the glass shards still in it. "I won't ever."

"You will, just like everyone else will. Give it time." He took a huge sip of beer.

"I didn't forget you thousands of years ago and I won't forget now." she said softly.

"Well, then I guess you'll be miserable." The alcohol was clouding his mind as he took another sip of beer and sighed.

"I guess.." she said pulling her hand towards her then looked at her palm, attempting to pull shards of glass from it.

Bakura sighed and took her hand. "Let me do it," he muttered.

She allowed him to take her hand. "I don't want to be miserable anymore." she slurred softly to herself.

Pulling out a knife, he dug around her hand and yanked out the glass as he went. By the time he finished, her hand was entirely red along with most of Bakura's hands.

She growled and winced in pain as she worked but didn't say anything else, feeling bad as it was.

He took her hand and brought it to his lips, hit tongue poking out of his ips and rubbing gently over her wounds. "So much better than alcohol..." Bakura muttered to himself.

She winced again biting her lip, but remained silent relaxing her arm in his hand, watching him closely.

He took one of her fingers in his mouth and sucked lightly, alcohol completely forgotten. Bakura's eyes trailed up to meet her own.

She watched him, her eyes meeting his and was too drunk to think clearly or any at all she bit down on her lip a bit harder.

His teeth dug into her finger as he nipped, desperate for more of the sweet-flowing liquid. Bakura's thoughts floated, but his eyes remained locked with Aura's.

She grunted softly as his teeth moved into her finger and in response her teeth dug deep into her lip, near splitting it, still she kept watching his eyes.

As he drank, his eyes glowed a brighter shade of red. He moved onto her next finger, biting down harder than he had with the first.

Her face twisted and she bit down on her lip splitting it open, then grunted again, for a moment her eyes shut breaking contact with his, but slowly opened to look back at him.

His eyes were illuminated completely, growing brightly in the dark lit bar. A smile curved on his lips slowly.

She watched his eyes, lost in their glow and frowned slightly, licking away the blood on her lip now. Her head felt lightheaded and her hand throbbed but none of that seemed important now.

Bakura's eyes were unblinking as he moved on to another finger and bit down roughly. Even other drunk bar-goers were begining to watch the scene, not daring to interrupt.

She could feel eyes upon them but she ignored it, brushed it off like the dizzyness, it wasn't important. Her eyes remained locked tight on his, watching him, unable to move away.

Bakura nipped harder, shoving her into the counter and moving to a standing position.

The sudden motion made her dizzy and she didn't move further struggling to see far enough to look back up at him.

Finally, a scared man poked Aura, frowning. "M-Miss? Are you alright?" he asked slowly.

She found it hard to look away from Bakura but the poke made her growl, "I'm fine," she hissed. "what's it to you?"

The man was suddenly thrown back several feet as Bakura broke eye contact with Aura. Blood dripped down his lip and his eyes were narrowed maliciously. "You... Die now."

Aura blinked, everything was happening too fast and it made her hand hurt.

Within seconds, the man was thrown violently against the wall and Bakura had a knife out. Others were racing out of the bar, all scared half to death. "You die..." He whispered. "You all do..."

She sat upright grabbing her head with her uninjured hand, and looked over at him, refusing to say anything she didn't want to piss him off in any way.

Whether he realized what he was doing was unknown. Shadows gathered around him swiftly and coils lashed out at bar-goers and blocked the exits. "Every last one, and their blood will be mine."

"Blood..." she muttered softy, "this isn't right." she stood though she stumbled too and nearly fell back again.

Crimson flew every which way as Bakura set to work quickly. He hummed merrily as more and more pathetic mortals fell to the ground, his stomach growling as he eyed the pools of blood on the floors.

She grunted and stumbled falling into a table, then used it for balance forcing herself to sit, not even caring about what was going on around her, she was just trying to get to him.

He sat on the floor, sticking a finger in a particularly large puddle as shrieks of terror and death cries were heard. Sirens sounded from outside, but none of it mattered to Bakura. All that he saw was the blood before him.

She glanced up at him and then slowly looked around, none of it phased her, maybe she was too drunk to care, she didn't know. The sirens echoing closer shot through her head and she grunted stumbling towards Bakura, "we have to go..." she mumbled.

He looked over at her slowly. His skin was deadly pale but his eyes glowed the purest of pure reds. Bakura looked confused for a moment as if he hadn't heard her, then murmured, "Why? I want to stay."

"Sirens." she grunted and fell so she sat on the ground, "I don't want to go to jail tonight, I don't want you to go to jail." she rubbed her head smearing blood on the face and grunting in pain.

Bakura leaned over and licked her face, grinning maliciously. His elongated canine teeth poked from his lips as he murmured, "They can't throw us in jail if they're dead, can they?"
Around them, shadows lashed violently and tore apart the building itself. Just about everyone inside was on the floor crushed to death and the sirens only grew louder.

She shook her head and moved close to him as the building collapsed, the cold night air made her shiver and she looked over towards the street, waiting for the cars to appear.

Bakura looked positively mad as he scopped a handful of blood and dumped it over his head. He started giggling, quietly at first but it soon grew in volume. The shadow-like coils moved on from the bar and started tearing down other stores nearby it. The night air was chilled by screams of terror and painted red.

She watched him and shivered again at a particularly cold brush of wind. Glancing over at the corner of the street a car came flying around the corner and the lights plus sirens made her growl in pain. Muttering something under her breath one of her large dragons landed on the car crushing it.

His laughter grew in volume until it almost evened the shrieks around them. He lifted his hands up and brought them down swiftly, a mass of fog completely crushing a nearby bank and everyone inside of it. He was now covered in blood completely and people screamed as they tried in vain to run.

She remained sitting there close by him her arms wrapped around her shivering lightly and watched as the dragon took care of any of the police or other cars in the road, then began having fun with the nearby building. She let out a low grunt in pain grabbing her head again.

The noise made Bakura turn, still hysterically laughing. His entire body was coated thickly in shadows except for his wild, piercing eyes. Lightly, with a shadowy finger, he poked her head.

She looked up at him after he poked her and titled her head slightly then chuckled, "you look good."

His eyes widened and his mad grin only grew. Bakura continued to chuckle as he gazed down at himself, nodding his head. The multiple large coils about him had morphed into gigantic snakes and several of them were taking it upon themselves to devour one of the many Kaiba Corp skyscrapers.

She glanced over at the skyscrapers and smiled gently, watching the building crumble made her smile and she wasn't sure why. Her head still pounded, so without another though she slowly laid back in the puddle of the blood, just to rest her head down as she grunted again.

Bakura glanced over at her and sat beside her. He licked a blood-coated finger, his mad giggling finally ceasing. The male looked out at the city and a smile curved on his lips. 'I like it, I like it a lot...'

She smiled and hummed contently looking up at him, "what a perfect evening," she muttered to herself and looked back towards the sky, shivering lightly again.

"A beautiful shade of red to fill my stomach and sweet, sweet music to fill my ears," he murmured as a reply. The male's body seemed to be dissolving into the very darkness of the night itself.

She wondered for a moment why she hadn't been harmed during the events but her head hurt too much to think. Her injured hand run through the pool of blood she lay in then rose it above her looking at her injuries, dripping onto her cheek.

Bakura meanwhile vanished all together as the coils about the city continued their mad rampage. City goers raced past her, all desperate to escape.

She dragon walked over to her nudging into her raised hand and she dropped the hand to its snout watching it for a moment. "I'm going to rest, guard me, alright?" she said and the dragon looked disapproving but curled around her as she shut her eyes.