Elf: *looks pitiful* Don't be angry! I was having mental difficulties!
Imp: And when she's got them, so do I.
Elf: So heres the next part of Balm!
*^*^*^*^*^* Don't Let me Drown Alone*^*^*^**^
I paced in the living room nervously, casting glances at my yami's bedroom. He had blocked our link, but I was sure he was planning my torture to be as painful and drawn out as possible.
How could he know he had already succeeded?
My Love for him was everlasting, it would never go away.
And just knowing that it would never be returned was worse than any physical pain he could put me through. I wouldn't kill my body, so I would continue to live, and I was in constant pain.
Kill myself?
Yes, I had thought on that, often and long.
But even though it was pain to be around him, It was almost a pleasurable pain.
He was so beautiful.
Have you ever taken a knife in your hand, so bright, so silver, so sharp that it is almost perfection? It is so beautiful, so deadly . . .
That is the beauty Bakura had.
So perfect, so sharp, and oh so very deadly . . .
He was like a drug that I could not stop taking. I knew he hurt me, but I couldn't stop, he was so addicting . . .
A flash of lightening shook me from my thoughts. The following thunder shook the house.
It had begun raining shortly after Bakura went to his room. It was comming down in torrents, faster and faster.
~Oh, no . . .~ I thought to myself. ~Rain is bad, rain puts out fire . . . ~
A brighter flash of lightening followed by a louder rumble of thunder shook the house angrily. I yelped in fright.
~No! Rain is good! Good rain! Good Rain!~ I thought frantically, trying to applease it.
Encouraged, it rained harder.
With worry and apprehension, I made my way to the window and looked out. The streets were non-existent, frothing brown water rushing down them. Rain was not supposed to come yet, especially not this much. A hurricane must have formed over the ocean and sent this storm over.
Another round of thunder shook the house, and a door boomed open.
I spun around in panic, seeing my seething yami at the top of the stairs. He glared at me, and I couldn't move. A slight whimper escaped me, and I slowly collapsed, my muscles failing in face of this new terror. He sneered, crimson eyes full with disgust, and slowly desended down the stairs.
With an irrational thought, Bakura changed in my eyes. He was no longer human, he was a sleek, frosty furred tiger, descending from his lair to feast upon his helpless prey, a forest deer that traveled too long and too far from its herd, taking his time, knowing that his prey couldn't flee.
He loomed above me, and my mind shut down, running, gibbering with a terror so deep it threatened to drive me insane. I shut my eyes, a plea for mercy escaping me.
Pain exploded in my head, stars bursting in front of my eyes. Pain blossomed elsewhere, and I cried out, the intensity of physical pain fighting for dominance about the ripping agony of the emotional, that thing in my chest screaming for any hint of mercy that anything, anybody, could give it.
The blows continued to rain upon my broken body, the raging waves of agony inside me tearing at my broken spirit.
I searched within myself frantically, trying to find that which had saved me before, searching for my fire.
"Time to say goodbye, weakling." Bakura spoke. "I shall kill you now."
Everything within me came to a stop. Kill me . . .
NO!
The fire within me roared to life. I was far too addicted to the dark spirit to let him kill me and end the pain he brought me.
I surged to my feet, shoving him back with the strength of the desperate. If you have ever been addicted, you know of the inhuman strength you can summon when your addiction is being threatened.
I spun, my body protesting against this, crying out in pain, but I snapped at it, demanding with a coldness I didn't know that I had that it obey me. I ran for the door, flinging it open, Sloshing out into the water. I bit my lip as it stung my cuts, the filthy water was sure to give me an infection.
I heard Bakura coming after me, and panic gave me motion. I wished I could run, but that was nearly impossible with the water swirling around my thighs.
"WEAKLING!" Bakura yelled. "GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!"
I cried out as his hand knotting into my hair, yanking me back. I twisted in his grasp and smashed my fist into his face. I'm not sure where it landed, but he gave a muffled curse and let go. I fled onward, the world blurring around me. I hear the ocean roaring in my ears, and without thinking, I fling myself into it, the salty water surronding me like a lover's embrace, warm and welcoming, yet burning my cuts and wounds.
A cruel hand tightens on my leg and drags me back. Filled with panic and anger, I spun in my yami's grasp and my hand finds a length of driftwood. I punch him again, but he snarls and refuses to let go, ruby eyes almost glowing in the darkness. Without thought, I swung the driftwood out of the water, and with a sickening thud, it connected with Bakura's head.
Time slowed down.
The driftwood slid from my nerveless fingers.
Bakura's bright Crimson eyes stare at me with shock, and slowly became glazed.
His hand slid from my leg.
Time speed up.
I cried out in horror at what I had done as Bakura's body slid under the waist deep water, tugged down by the currents. I flung my hands out into the water, searching for my yami, my addiction.
"BAKURA!" I screamed, filling like the horror and the pain was drowning me.
I searched frantically, not finding him. Then, some ways away, I saw a flash of white in the brackish water. I sloshed toward it, my hands tightening on my yami's shirt. I dragged him against me, slogging toward the shore.
"Don't leave me!" I sobbed, crying from disbelief and the saltwater in my eyes. "I'm Sorry! I didn't mean to! Don't leave me! DON'T LET ME DROWN ALONE!!!!!"
I dragged his limp body onto the wet sand, falling beside him. I forced myself up onto my knees, dragging him against me. I felt frantically for a pulse on his icy skin, and cried out in relief when I found one.
I scooped my yami into my arms, struggling to stand. I staggered up the beach, tripping on the sand that shifted under my shoes. To my surprise, the sky lightened, and the rain left, sated with its flooding downpour.
Luckily, my house wasn't all that far from the beach. Had it been more than the half-mile, I don't think I could have every carried my yami there, as tired and aching as I was, even with my fire still burning bright.
I carried to the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water, stripping him and laying him in it. I searched his head for any injury, and didn't find it. Looking into his face, I watched in surprise as the bruise on his cheek vanished.
I sighed in relief. I had forgotten. Yamis heal so very quickly. Slowly, his eyes began to flutter open. He lurched into awareness, arms flailing, panicked. I grabbed his arms and pushed him back, trying to get him to stay in the warm water, trying to calm him before he hurt himself.
His eyes glazed over again, and he slumped back into the water, looking lost and confused.
"Shh . . . yami, you're back in the house." I murmured.
His eyes focused, and he looked at me, a strange look in those crimson pools. His lips moved slightly, a bemused whisper escaped them. "You saved me . . ."
I drew back, suddenly frightened. I stood and got a towel, setting it on the sink. I quickly retreated, closing the door behind me. Gently setting my forehead against it, my fire sputtered, dying down to embers, tired. Quietly, I repeated the words I said on the beach.
"Don't leave me. I'm Sorry. I didn't mean to. Don't leave me. Don't let me drown alone."
~~~TBC~~~
Elf: YOU LIKE?????
Imp: Do we care if they like it or not? I liked it.
Elf: O.o YES! OF COURSE we care if they like it!
Imp: -.- Okay, folks. Tell us it you liked it.
Elf: AND IF WE SHOULD PUT UP OUR WEREWOLF FIC!
Imp: O.@ Stop shouting!
Imp: And when she's got them, so do I.
Elf: So heres the next part of Balm!
*^*^*^*^*^* Don't Let me Drown Alone*^*^*^**^
I paced in the living room nervously, casting glances at my yami's bedroom. He had blocked our link, but I was sure he was planning my torture to be as painful and drawn out as possible.
How could he know he had already succeeded?
My Love for him was everlasting, it would never go away.
And just knowing that it would never be returned was worse than any physical pain he could put me through. I wouldn't kill my body, so I would continue to live, and I was in constant pain.
Kill myself?
Yes, I had thought on that, often and long.
But even though it was pain to be around him, It was almost a pleasurable pain.
He was so beautiful.
Have you ever taken a knife in your hand, so bright, so silver, so sharp that it is almost perfection? It is so beautiful, so deadly . . .
That is the beauty Bakura had.
So perfect, so sharp, and oh so very deadly . . .
He was like a drug that I could not stop taking. I knew he hurt me, but I couldn't stop, he was so addicting . . .
A flash of lightening shook me from my thoughts. The following thunder shook the house.
It had begun raining shortly after Bakura went to his room. It was comming down in torrents, faster and faster.
~Oh, no . . .~ I thought to myself. ~Rain is bad, rain puts out fire . . . ~
A brighter flash of lightening followed by a louder rumble of thunder shook the house angrily. I yelped in fright.
~No! Rain is good! Good rain! Good Rain!~ I thought frantically, trying to applease it.
Encouraged, it rained harder.
With worry and apprehension, I made my way to the window and looked out. The streets were non-existent, frothing brown water rushing down them. Rain was not supposed to come yet, especially not this much. A hurricane must have formed over the ocean and sent this storm over.
Another round of thunder shook the house, and a door boomed open.
I spun around in panic, seeing my seething yami at the top of the stairs. He glared at me, and I couldn't move. A slight whimper escaped me, and I slowly collapsed, my muscles failing in face of this new terror. He sneered, crimson eyes full with disgust, and slowly desended down the stairs.
With an irrational thought, Bakura changed in my eyes. He was no longer human, he was a sleek, frosty furred tiger, descending from his lair to feast upon his helpless prey, a forest deer that traveled too long and too far from its herd, taking his time, knowing that his prey couldn't flee.
He loomed above me, and my mind shut down, running, gibbering with a terror so deep it threatened to drive me insane. I shut my eyes, a plea for mercy escaping me.
Pain exploded in my head, stars bursting in front of my eyes. Pain blossomed elsewhere, and I cried out, the intensity of physical pain fighting for dominance about the ripping agony of the emotional, that thing in my chest screaming for any hint of mercy that anything, anybody, could give it.
The blows continued to rain upon my broken body, the raging waves of agony inside me tearing at my broken spirit.
I searched within myself frantically, trying to find that which had saved me before, searching for my fire.
"Time to say goodbye, weakling." Bakura spoke. "I shall kill you now."
Everything within me came to a stop. Kill me . . .
NO!
The fire within me roared to life. I was far too addicted to the dark spirit to let him kill me and end the pain he brought me.
I surged to my feet, shoving him back with the strength of the desperate. If you have ever been addicted, you know of the inhuman strength you can summon when your addiction is being threatened.
I spun, my body protesting against this, crying out in pain, but I snapped at it, demanding with a coldness I didn't know that I had that it obey me. I ran for the door, flinging it open, Sloshing out into the water. I bit my lip as it stung my cuts, the filthy water was sure to give me an infection.
I heard Bakura coming after me, and panic gave me motion. I wished I could run, but that was nearly impossible with the water swirling around my thighs.
"WEAKLING!" Bakura yelled. "GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!"
I cried out as his hand knotting into my hair, yanking me back. I twisted in his grasp and smashed my fist into his face. I'm not sure where it landed, but he gave a muffled curse and let go. I fled onward, the world blurring around me. I hear the ocean roaring in my ears, and without thinking, I fling myself into it, the salty water surronding me like a lover's embrace, warm and welcoming, yet burning my cuts and wounds.
A cruel hand tightens on my leg and drags me back. Filled with panic and anger, I spun in my yami's grasp and my hand finds a length of driftwood. I punch him again, but he snarls and refuses to let go, ruby eyes almost glowing in the darkness. Without thought, I swung the driftwood out of the water, and with a sickening thud, it connected with Bakura's head.
Time slowed down.
The driftwood slid from my nerveless fingers.
Bakura's bright Crimson eyes stare at me with shock, and slowly became glazed.
His hand slid from my leg.
Time speed up.
I cried out in horror at what I had done as Bakura's body slid under the waist deep water, tugged down by the currents. I flung my hands out into the water, searching for my yami, my addiction.
"BAKURA!" I screamed, filling like the horror and the pain was drowning me.
I searched frantically, not finding him. Then, some ways away, I saw a flash of white in the brackish water. I sloshed toward it, my hands tightening on my yami's shirt. I dragged him against me, slogging toward the shore.
"Don't leave me!" I sobbed, crying from disbelief and the saltwater in my eyes. "I'm Sorry! I didn't mean to! Don't leave me! DON'T LET ME DROWN ALONE!!!!!"
I dragged his limp body onto the wet sand, falling beside him. I forced myself up onto my knees, dragging him against me. I felt frantically for a pulse on his icy skin, and cried out in relief when I found one.
I scooped my yami into my arms, struggling to stand. I staggered up the beach, tripping on the sand that shifted under my shoes. To my surprise, the sky lightened, and the rain left, sated with its flooding downpour.
Luckily, my house wasn't all that far from the beach. Had it been more than the half-mile, I don't think I could have every carried my yami there, as tired and aching as I was, even with my fire still burning bright.
I carried to the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water, stripping him and laying him in it. I searched his head for any injury, and didn't find it. Looking into his face, I watched in surprise as the bruise on his cheek vanished.
I sighed in relief. I had forgotten. Yamis heal so very quickly. Slowly, his eyes began to flutter open. He lurched into awareness, arms flailing, panicked. I grabbed his arms and pushed him back, trying to get him to stay in the warm water, trying to calm him before he hurt himself.
His eyes glazed over again, and he slumped back into the water, looking lost and confused.
"Shh . . . yami, you're back in the house." I murmured.
His eyes focused, and he looked at me, a strange look in those crimson pools. His lips moved slightly, a bemused whisper escaped them. "You saved me . . ."
I drew back, suddenly frightened. I stood and got a towel, setting it on the sink. I quickly retreated, closing the door behind me. Gently setting my forehead against it, my fire sputtered, dying down to embers, tired. Quietly, I repeated the words I said on the beach.
"Don't leave me. I'm Sorry. I didn't mean to. Don't leave me. Don't let me drown alone."
~~~TBC~~~
Elf: YOU LIKE?????
Imp: Do we care if they like it or not? I liked it.
Elf: O.o YES! OF COURSE we care if they like it!
Imp: -.- Okay, folks. Tell us it you liked it.
Elf: AND IF WE SHOULD PUT UP OUR WEREWOLF FIC!
Imp: O.@ Stop shouting!