Bakura fell down on one knee as he clutched his head. His yami bent down in front of him. Bakura batted him away and felt at his forehead and cheeks before looking up. He glanced at his hand and then at the yami and then up at the "sky" of the shadow realm.

"She's been hurt..."

Y. Bakura patted him on the head. "So what is your choice Bakura?"

Bakura got up with a grim face. "Yes, I have chosen... cast the spell..."

The yami smirked and placed his index finger in the middle of Bakura's head. Placing the other hand on his forehead he mumbled as his hand began to glow. A glow of shimmering light surrounded Bakura as his feet lifted slightly off the ground. The yami narrowed his eyes as a they began to glow in the colors of the shadow realm.

"Have fun little Bakura..." There seemed to be a tint of loathing in his voice as Bakura was sent into a void.

The shadow realm began to swirl as Bakura's head felt like it was spinning as well. He was spinning in circles and was floating for what seemed and eternity all the while as he was chanting hopefully, "Nayia is fine, Nayia is fine, Nayia is fine..."

Bakura was welcomed back into the real world with a mouthful of sand. He spat out the gritty earth and looked around at the nighttime sky. He had been transported right outside of the camp where Nayia had been taken.

Getting up Bakura padded himself off and felt for his millennium ring. It was there, but upon touching it there was a sort of familiar jolt came out of the ring. He smirked slightly as a fading message was sent through the ring from his yami.

//Bakura, I may still dwell in the shadow realm but this ring shall always have the dark forces. I may no longer be able to take control of you directly but every time this ring is activated I'll be freed to do my will. Good luck Bakura on rescuing Nayia, you may not have of removed me, but as for the curse, that is gone... Safe journey to you aibou....//

A picture flashed into Bakura's mind of his yami smirking and walking back into the shadows.

However weird it may have seemed Bakura felt somewhat comforted knowing that his Yami was back in place.

Bakura walked forward into the camp. He hid behind on of the tents and listened to see if he could hear anything. All that came out of the tent was the sound of someone sobbing. Creeping around to the front he pulled the flap back to see a pitiful form crouched in the corner. He crept over and tapped the hunched shoulder.

Nayia cringed when her shoulder was touched. It was probably one of the men come to beat her again. Her shoulder was poked again and so she curled up into a little ball and whimpered, "Please don't hurt me..."

"Nayia, it's me..."

She turned around to see the face of Bakura. Tears streamed down her face mixing in with the blood from her cuts. She tried to run and hug him but her arms were yanked back by the posts they were tied to. Grasping at her bleeding hands she cringed and looked at Bakura, 'What am I doing? I've probably gone unconscious again and am just dreaming that he's come back from the dead. I saw him die. I'm just fooling myself...'

Bakura could see she was thinking about something when she crouched down to the ground again and was rubbing her wrists as she stared down at the floor. He crawled over to her and clutched her shoulders.

"Nayia, it's me, it's me Bakura..."

She shook her head, "You can't be... he's dead." She looked away from him and a tear drizzled down her face.

Bakura tried to look into her eyes to make her believe that he wasn't dead. But she just kept looking away from him. He took one of his hands and brushed a piece of her hair behind an ear.

"Nayia, listen to me, it's really me..."

"..."

"Nayia..."

"..."

Bakura quivered and started to cry. Why wouldn't she believe him? He shook his head and hung his head, "It's me..."

Nayia hung her head as her sapphire eyes glimmered with tears and her black hair covered her face.

Bakura squeezed Nayia against him and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "It's all right, I'm here to take care of you..."

She looked up at him as the tears continued to flow down her face. She ran her fingers down the side of his face and then looked down again. 'Maybe it is him...'

Bakura placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face up to look at him. Leaning forward he gently caressed her lips with a kiss.

The tent flap opened and a man came in with a mace in his hand. "Who are you?!" He stared at Bakura sitting on the floor next to Nayia and just froze there with a look of disbelief. Bakura took a dagger that was lying next to Nayia and cut the ropes that were tying her down. He helped her up and then touched his millennium ring for reassurance. The ring began to glow and with a flash of light who should take over but his yami.

//I'll take care of things Bakura.//

/What are you gonna do?//

//Don't ask questions, don't look. I'll get Nayia out of here...// Bakura saw the grin form on his yami's face and the eyes glint, but he just did what he was told, closing his eyes he waited patiently...

Y. Bakura clutched the dagger in his hands and smiled at the man who had just come in. Without even looking at her he whispered to Nayia, "Go around him and run as far away from the camp as you possibly can..."

"I'm not leaving without you."

He swung his head and his eyes bore into her as he clenched his teeth, "Leave... Bakura will be fine."

Nayia was somewhat confused as to why Bakura was talking about himself in the third person, but it was hard for her not to notice how much he wanted her to leave. She started to slink around the back as the man watched her, Y. Bakura kept his eyes locked solidly onto him though and started to walk forward. The man was forced to take his eyes off of Nayia, a man with a knife was a lot more dangerous than a woman without one...

Y. Bakura had only one thought in his mind as he stepped closer and closer. Hurt him, kill him, cause pain to the pitiful soul that was encased in his body.

Stopping only a few paces away Y. Bakura smiled again. With a sudden burst he hurled himself on top of the man holding the knife at his neck. "Do you like pain little man?" and with one swift motion he opened another hole into the mans body so that the blood could escape.

Y. Bakura smiled and his eyes gleamed as he stared at Nayia. "You really should leave..." Grabbing the dead man's mace he jumped over the corpse and walked smoothly out of the tent and into the middle of the camp. Holding the weapons over his head he shouted to the sky, "Do you think that you can cause pain?! Let me show you pain!!!" With this several heads peeked out of tent flaps and stared at the figure standing with arms raised high and legs spread apart. A silver glow engulfed his body as his eyes glowed red and his a hair levitated around his head.