Second chapter. The part that talks in first person is Bakura's journal entry. Just to clarify. Everything else is normal.
Yami Yuugi = Yami, Yami Bakura = Bakura and so forth.
Disclaimer: Still don't own them.
Warning: It's dark. There's cutting. There is some OOCness. Some shounen-ai hints. Not for the sensitive of heart or little kids. I've warned you.
Wounded – Painful Confusion
"Ready to give up that Puzzle, Pharaoh?" Bakura sneered.
"Not in this lifetime, Tomb Robber," Seeing the look on Bakura's face, he added, "Or in any other."
"Why haven't I just killed you? It's not like that'd be too hard. Then I'd be free to get that Puzzle without you being a nuisance."
"You're coming with me if I die. Even in the afterlife, I'd refuse to give up the Puzzle easily, especially to the likes of you."
"At least I'd get the satisfaction of killing you. Even if I don't get the Puzzle, you dying by my hand would be priceless. I'd finally have my revenge for being trapped in this damn ring for so long."
"You're getting cocky, Thief. It's not good for you. How are you going to act when forced to eat your own words?"
"What do you know, fern head? You're just an ass who's still sitting on a fucking high horse. Of course, you being your high and mighty self wouldn't have noticed that it'd disappeared from beneath you a long time ago."
"Well, at any rate I know more than you do since I'm not a sadistic psychopath bent on world domination."
"You're such an asshole." Bakura spat out angrily, his temperament slipping slightly.
"At least I'm an asshole with a heart," Yami retorted, "which is more than I can say for you."
Bakura flinched, his brown eyes darkening and becoming impossibly colder. He took a deep breath, reining in his slightly lost temper.
"What? Cat got your tongue, Mr. Big Bad Tomb Robber?" Yami pushed.
Bakura turned a cool glare on Yami. "I don't care if you may know more than me about anything else. But you know nothing about me, Yami. Nothing."
He walked passed the Game King and left.
Yami watched Bakura walk away, confusion etched on his face.
"He does have a heart."
Yami turned around; he had almost forgotten that Ryou had been with Bakura before.
"Excuse me?"
"He has a heart."
Yami gave Ryou a look that clearly stated the fact that he thought Ryou had gone crazy.
"You of all people should know that he doesn't have a heart. He only cares for himself and his own satisfaction."
"I of all people know that he does have a heart."
"Ryou, this is Bakura we're talking about…"
"I know. Don't you understand Yami?" Ryou asked quietly, "He doesn't want anyone to believe he has a heart, but he has."
"And those beatings he put you through showed that…how?"
Ryou's brown eyes narrowed, reminding Yami somewhat of Bakura's.
"He has changed. He no longer beats me."
Yami raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Since when?"
"For about the last year, Yami. He's changed a lot. And the only reason he had beat me in the first place was for my own good, to toughen me up."
"You've forgiven him? After all that hell he put you through?"
"Yes!" Ryou said fiercely, "He was in a lot of pain and I was the closest thing within his reach so he lashed out at me."
"Bakura? In pain? That's a laugh. That cold bastard?"
SLAPYami staggered back slightly. "What the hell was that for?"
Ryou glared at him. "You're the heartless bastard, Yami! You're not giving Bakura a second chance, not even allowing him to change. He is right. You've definitely been sitting on that high horse of yours for too long. He might not have been the nicest person in the world, but everyone has a heart. His was just buried more than everyone else's. You've treated him like he's worthless, Yami. And you say he's heartless? Is it even possible to hold a grudge for three thousand years? Where is your heart?"
The spirit of the Sennen Puzzle paled. "How…did…you…?"
"I just do, Yami. I suggest you think over what I've just said. If you need any proof, I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
"What?"
"I don't want him to do anything drastic, Yami. I want him alive." Ryou murmured as he walked past Yami.
Once again, the spirit was left standing alone, staring in the direction the two white haired boys had gone off in.
"What…is going on…?"
The winds rustling the leaves were his only answer.
~*~*~*~
I hate him.
I hate his arrogance.
I hate his holier-than-thou attitude.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
He doesn't know shit about me and yet he dares to tell me that I have no heart?
What does he know?
Ra damn it! Where is the damn razor when you need it? Grr…
This knife will have to do then.
What is this that I'm feeling?
Hate.
But there's something else to it. This aching feeling in my heart.
My heart. The one that was suppose to be frozen. Not there…
I feel as if I've forgotten something. Something I should remember…But what is it?!
I need this. This pain. This physical pain.
The blood means nothing to me. It's only there to help me wash away this ache that I don't understand. That I don't want to understand.
If he could feel remotely, just a little bit of what I'm feeling, what will he say?
He'll probably laugh. He doesn't give a fuck what I feel. He wouldn't understand.
Here's these Ra damn tears again. Why do they insist on making an appearance?
Blood shows strength.
But tears show weakness.
I'm not weak.
I'm strong.
I can't be weak. I'm NOT! I pressed the knife harder into the skin of my leg, tearing it viciously across. This pain is nothing. It's nothing.
I am strong.
I have no weakness. None…none…
The blood is flowing freely, now spilling carelessly onto the floor.
I don't care anymore…I just don't give a shit about this anymore…
Fate hates me.
Well, I hate it too.
I am not weak. I am not weak…I am not…
~*~*~*~
Ryou gently pushed open the slight ajar door and stepped inside.
He winced as the smell of blood reached his nose.
Ryou walked over, saddened as he stood momentarily, watching Bakura curled up on the bed in a fetal position.
He was asleep, a look of turmoil playing on his face.
His right leg was wrapped up in thick white bandages, but still, the blood seeped through.
'Why do you do this to yourself, Bakura?'
Ryou walked around the room, looking quietly, to be sure not to wake up Bakura.
It didn't take as long as he though it would.
Ryou removed the leather-bounded book from under the pile of Egyptian books in Bakura's desk drawer.
He turned and looked at Bakura, who looked as if he was in a great deal of pain.
Ryou had to resist the strong urge to walk over and give his Yami a comforting hug, but he couldn't.
"I'm sorry, Bakura. I really am. But this is for your own good." Ryou whispered, before leaving the room silently.
"It was a mistake, just a stupid mistake. I wasn't thinking…please forgive me…please …Yami…" Bakura whimpered in his sleep, tears streaming down his face from his tightly clenched eyes.
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Well…um…yeah…the end of this chapter….
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