A Revenge

By Aier

A/N: First off, I would like to apologize. In the last chapter, I completely forgot to put warnings before the fic, which was kinda thoughtless of me. Sorry if people were somehow mislead by the nature of the fic.

The story will continue, and I hope people take the time to read it ( thank you to the reviewers!). As for Yugi...well, as I said, the ending is not set in stone, and anything might happen before I get there. There is a big influence with mixed realities in the chapters that will come, so keep in mind that my writing may not be the clearest. I WILL try to make things easier to understand before the chapter, though! ex/ the beginning of this chapter talks about the effects of the trade of millennium items.

Warnings: Hints of extreme violence, Cliffhanger (^_~) KEEP IN MIND THE RATING!

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me.

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The process of separation had been long; longer than the actual exchange. Yugi could still feel a part of Yami in him, as he knew Bakura could feel a part of Ryou within himself. For this fact, Bakura had tortured all that was and would have ever been of Yami from Yugi. He sullied his memories, warping his mind and severing their fragile attachment.

It's not real, Yugi. It all just a fantasy you've created...it has always been only me...

Eventually it had gotten to a point where Yugi remembered nothing of Yami, his true Yami, and had fallen into a deep depression. Bakura had enjoyed watching him slowly deteriorate, enjoyed watching the boy's bewilderment and fright at the times of forgetfulness. A vague form would hover within his mind, and the boy had known. He had always know that it was Bakura who was taking away something special, something that Yugi knew he was terrified of loosing, but he couldn't stop it. He couldn't remember what it was he didn't want to loose, only that it tore him apart to forget. Weakness; Bakura knew it and exploited it. Everyone had a weakness.

This boy would pay for all the humiliation that bastard Pharaoh had put him through, the chains he'd made the murderer wear at his prime. Killing his chances at life, banished to eternal torment. The insanity of his existence raged for revenge. Bakura would make them both pay.

Only me.

When the body had been found, that was when Bakura had enjoyed his final victory. He had watched, banished to his golden prison, as the boy and the pharaoh discovered Yugi's frail little body. He had grinned in pure delight at their horrified faces, watching with a sick pleasure at the realisation in their eyes, and the misery that followed. When they'd taken his puzzle, for indeed it had been his at the time, their souls burdened with fury and sorrow, he'd laughed.

His revenge was not over yet. The fools could not guess at what he had planned for that one.

Now he waited patiently for the pharaoh to come.

It was a certainty that he would seek him, the rage in his heart would not let a thousand curses stand in his way. He would come and try to ensure his own justice, as twisted as Bakura's own.

Bakura was not disappointed. The darkness surrounding him shifted and morphed into the pale form of the prince of the sun.

Bakura smirked. He knew what the pharaoh had come for, and he would gladly give it. It would be the last thing he did, if need be. The two stood still for a moment that became an eternity, dark facing dark, the pharaoh frozen in his anger.

He was so much stronger, Bakura saw. His dark brown eyes lowered as he gazed at the other Yami with hungry anger. What would it be like to destroy this one? The bastard had made the greatest mistake, growing to care for the violet-eyed one. It would be his downfall.

"How could you?"

The hissed words did nothing to Bakura, who merely stood there gazing arrogantly at Yami.

"Bastard...do you have any idea...of what you have done?"

There was something hidden there, in that bloody gaze. Something the pharaoh did not want to acknowledge. He would bring it out, the thief promised quietly. Then all would be set. Bakura grinned and turned his head the other way.

Yami's reaction was immediate.

In a sudden burst of raw energy, the darkness receded at the sudden presence of a white-hot light. An eye of blinding fire burned into Bakura's memory, imprinting itself at the back of his senses in cold revenge. He reeled with the force of it, only barely finding his footing to be caught in the way of a fisted hand. His head snapped back and he fell, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth.

Bakura's eyes flashed in fury, growling deep in his throat as his hands twitched with a need to strangle that pale neck, to see the proud pharaoh squirm under his hands and suffer like his little light had. To watch his porcelain skin break, what a beautiful sight...yes, it had been blood that quenched his thirst, and now he was hungry again...

Violent images played in his mind, splattered a beautiful crimson that danced to the end.

Blood. Yes, Yami would know blood. He would taste it...

Another blow was dealt, hitting him squarely in the chest. Pain. He had dealt with it before, all he needed to do was to keep his temper in check. The pharaoh just didn't know what he was getting himself into.

He wouldn't know what hit him, that was for sure. All the physical pain in the world would not compare with the agony that Bakura would give the accursed pharaoh.

Bakura laughed, thoroughly enjoying this.

"Because he was pathetic," he sneered from the ground, answering a question Yami had not repeated because no answer would ever appease his anger, " Because he deserved all he got. Because...it was fun."

Blinded by rage, Yami slammed Bakura's head against an invisible floor. Bakura sprung to action, grabbing both the pharaoh's wrists and forcing him off of him. Immediately Yami fought back, and both spirits fell into a fight that had begun centuries before this moment in time. Their blows were dealt with deadly precision, not to stun but to kill. Who would die, thought Bakura, if he let the fight continue? He knew he could not truly die. No matter what was done, Bakura's existence would only change planes and live in another realm. Yami would not get his revenge.

Bakura would make sure he got his.

"He was weak!" Bakura screamed at the fierce pharaoh amidst their strikes, before dealing his final card. With a smile that said he was not all there, he suddenly slammed his hand forward, striking the pharaoh on the forehead.

"And so are you."

Darkness filled Yami's mind.

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