Mixed Destinies
By Kaehimi
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
"The Effect"
Bakura's Point of View...
I slowly looked up, but my Yami was no longer towering over me. 'Oh great, he's probably got a worse idea up his sleeve.' I looked to my left, no one there. I looked to the right, and gulped.
My Yami was staring at me as if I was insane. I slowly began backing away. He looked even more confused. I got to my feet and he didn't stop me. Strange. I pushed the thought out of my mind and turned around, making a dash for the door. Within two seconds, my Yami had caught my shoulder. This is where I pay for my disobedience.
He turned me to face him, and I squeezed my eyes shut, crying out, "please, don't!"
"What?"
I opened one eye. "You're not going to hurt me?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I gulped again.
His eyes searched my face. "Now why would I want to do something like that, aibou?"
Okay, something was either terribly wrong with my Yami or this was one of his cruel tricks. I opened my other eye.
He laughed. My Yami laughing. Really. Now I knew something was whacked here. "Okay..."
Meanwhile...
Yugi's Point of View...
Yami and I had just gotten home when he froze. "Right Yami, so let's just- Yami?" I turned to look at him.
His eyes were blurred, and I shook him slightly. "Yami." I whispered worriedly.
Still nothing. "Yami!"
"What?!" He snapped out of his short trance and I gasped. His eyes were sharper, narrower, and definitely deadlier. They were the eyes of a predator. "What do you want, slave?" He growled.
"Yami..." I trailed off when I noticed his dangerous glare.
"What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?!"
"Yami, I-" I didn't get a chance to finish as I was thrown back against the wall.
"Don't you dare ever call me by my name again." he hissed, walking over to me. I was against the wall with nowhere to run. I gulped. "You will from now on address me as 'Master' or 'Almighty Pharaoh'. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes." I tried to make myself as small as possible.
Yami picked me up by the collar and slammed against the wall. "Yes, what?" I could tell from his voice that I was straining his patience.
"Yes, Pharaoh." I squeaked.
He gave a nod of approval before releasing me. I fell to the ground and heard a small crunch. My left foot would not respond anymore. He must have broken it. Tears of pain, half physical and half emotional, welled up in my eyes.
Yami stood up and began walking away. He turned around and looked at me in disgust. "Don't bother crying, it won't do you any good." He left me alone in pain and fear.
What had happened to my Yami?