A/N - Ok. For shadow angel6, this is your reward for reviewing.
*choughhack* ( I like mimicking people. Well, thanks to those who
reviewed. I'll up date later in the week.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Chapter 4 Symbol for radio ++talking++.
Bakura sat there, thinking. He glanced at the lamp, then at his cellar door. It was made of thick, metal bars. Too close together to slide through. Too thick to cut or saw.
It all seemed so hopeless. One way, he could wish Ryou there, but then they would suffer together, and Ryou would hate him. Bakura couldn't bear to be hated, and have to live by him too. Or, he could...well; wishing a replacement other than Ryou wouldn't work. Jesus Christ, this was hard! Yami said no 'ands' or 'withes'. Damn Pharaoh. (sorry about my language)
"Yes, he is isn't he?" Bakura jerked his head up.
"Kaiba."
"Yes, well good morning to you too," Kaiba answered sarcastically.
"What do you want?" Bakura scowled as he got to his feet.
Kaiba stepped aside. Yami came forth, the millennium symbol shining on his forehead. A icy breeze filled the room. Bakura was now panicking, though he didn't let it show. Kaiba had a sharp sense to fear. He snapped his fingers. Yami thrust the whip at Bakura. Bakura turned and jerked his left arm up in defense. The whip ripped through Bakura's thin shirt and cut him slightly in the wrist. The whip had a sharp sting to it. Bakura held his breath, and soon found it hard to breath from the pain in his wrist. Yami drew the whip back, ready for another strike. Kaiba snapped his fingers again, and Yami stopped in mid-air.
"Talk," Kaiba was stern, but Bakura would do anything to keep Ryou from danger. Bakura kept silent. Kaiba snapped his fingers for a third time, and Yami struck the whip again.
"Stubborn little one, aren't you?" Kaiba smirked.
//I used to whip Ryou all the time for a punishment. He turned out fine. It probably would hurt less if Yami struck me on the back.// Bakura's thoughts raced through his mind. Yami raised the whip. Bakura quickly spun around in time for the whip to strike his shoulder. Bakura winced from the pain. Yami struck again. Bakura clenched his teeth, as the whip sliced through the back of his shirt. Kaiba grinned as his victim whimpered in pain.
"++ Mr. Kaiba! Mr. Kaiba! ++ The great Seto Kaiba starred down at the Barney walkie-talkie. Mokuba picked it out for him.
"++ Mr. Kaiba, sir! We found the last Egyptian god card! ++" Kaiba snapped his fingers a final time. "Don't think I won't be back."
Kaiba kicked dust up into Bakura's face. Once left alone, Bakura put his head in his hands. He wasn't upset from the pain Kaiba caused him. No. Thoughts of Ryou came flooding back. Every memory. So, this is what Ryou put up with for such a long time. He felt terrible.
*To be continued*
A/N - Well? You wanted it. And here it is. Don't think the story will be over soon though. I'm not half through.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Chapter 4 Symbol for radio ++talking++.
Bakura sat there, thinking. He glanced at the lamp, then at his cellar door. It was made of thick, metal bars. Too close together to slide through. Too thick to cut or saw.
It all seemed so hopeless. One way, he could wish Ryou there, but then they would suffer together, and Ryou would hate him. Bakura couldn't bear to be hated, and have to live by him too. Or, he could...well; wishing a replacement other than Ryou wouldn't work. Jesus Christ, this was hard! Yami said no 'ands' or 'withes'. Damn Pharaoh. (sorry about my language)
"Yes, he is isn't he?" Bakura jerked his head up.
"Kaiba."
"Yes, well good morning to you too," Kaiba answered sarcastically.
"What do you want?" Bakura scowled as he got to his feet.
Kaiba stepped aside. Yami came forth, the millennium symbol shining on his forehead. A icy breeze filled the room. Bakura was now panicking, though he didn't let it show. Kaiba had a sharp sense to fear. He snapped his fingers. Yami thrust the whip at Bakura. Bakura turned and jerked his left arm up in defense. The whip ripped through Bakura's thin shirt and cut him slightly in the wrist. The whip had a sharp sting to it. Bakura held his breath, and soon found it hard to breath from the pain in his wrist. Yami drew the whip back, ready for another strike. Kaiba snapped his fingers again, and Yami stopped in mid-air.
"Talk," Kaiba was stern, but Bakura would do anything to keep Ryou from danger. Bakura kept silent. Kaiba snapped his fingers for a third time, and Yami struck the whip again.
"Stubborn little one, aren't you?" Kaiba smirked.
//I used to whip Ryou all the time for a punishment. He turned out fine. It probably would hurt less if Yami struck me on the back.// Bakura's thoughts raced through his mind. Yami raised the whip. Bakura quickly spun around in time for the whip to strike his shoulder. Bakura winced from the pain. Yami struck again. Bakura clenched his teeth, as the whip sliced through the back of his shirt. Kaiba grinned as his victim whimpered in pain.
"++ Mr. Kaiba! Mr. Kaiba! ++ The great Seto Kaiba starred down at the Barney walkie-talkie. Mokuba picked it out for him.
"++ Mr. Kaiba, sir! We found the last Egyptian god card! ++" Kaiba snapped his fingers a final time. "Don't think I won't be back."
Kaiba kicked dust up into Bakura's face. Once left alone, Bakura put his head in his hands. He wasn't upset from the pain Kaiba caused him. No. Thoughts of Ryou came flooding back. Every memory. So, this is what Ryou put up with for such a long time. He felt terrible.
*To be continued*
A/N - Well? You wanted it. And here it is. Don't think the story will be over soon though. I'm not half through.