Wounded Chapter 4: Bitter Remembrances, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

-^_^- Glad ya like that last chapter…even though I thought it was a little bland…Well, this chapter should be better.

Disclaimer: ::sniffles:: No own YGO.

Warning: Dark, depressing, shounen-ai, OOCness. Not for little kids or the hyper sensitive or those with homophobia. Warned you, so don't nag me about it. BTW - You might need tissues for this chapter…

Clarification: Nahkti = Yami Bakura in Ancient Egypt, Ahmose = Mariku in Ancient Egypt (Thanks LF! ^_^)

Wounded - Bitter Remembrances

Yami winced as his head made contact with the wall and the rest of his body hit the wooden floor.

His hand was empty, the journal having flown out of it when he had been suddenly tackled.

Yami shook his head and slowly opened his eyes, only to meet angry mahogany orbs.

Bakura had maneuvered himself so he now sat on Yami's stomach, pinning him down.

He held the journal in his hand.

"You have one minute to tell me how you got this, Pharaoh, before I kill you." Bakura growled.

To make his point, Bakura pulled out a silver dagger and positioned it at Yami's throat.

"No."

"Do you value your life, Pharaoh?"

'This is for Ryou's sake. I don't want you to hurt him for trying to help the two of us.'

"You won't do it," Yami murmured quietly.

"I won't do what?"

"You won't kill me."

"Would you like to test that?" Bakura glared.

He pushed the blade against Yami's throat, hard enough to draw blood, but not fatal.

Yami bit his lip in pain, but stared defiantly back at Bakura.

"I dare you, Tomb Robber."

Bakura's eyes widened slightly for a millisecond before a cold look appeared in his eyes and a cruel smirked formed on his lips.

"You know I never back down from a challenge."

"I should know…you never did in Egypt either." Yami muttered bitterly.

"What are you mumbling about, fern head?"

"Nothing you would know of, Tomb Robber. Now, are you going to kill me or not? I don't have all day here."

Bakura leaned in until he was nose to nose with Yami.

"Do you really want to die?"

"Do you really hate me?"

"What do you know?"

"More than you think."

"How much did you read?"

"Everything."

"How did you get this?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?

Bakura groaned in frustration. "What are you? Suicidal?"

"Apparently so."

"You're not being funny, Pharaoh."

"I'm not trying to be."

Bakura studied his face and saw that indeed he was not joking.

The dagger was pulled away from Yami's throat and felt the weight lift from his abdomen as Bakura got up.

But before Yami could breath a sigh of relief, he was yanked off the floor and pushed into the bedroom, sending him headfirst onto the bed.

"What in the…?"

"Shut up, Pharaoh no baka and sit. You wanted to talk? Well, now talk." Bakura glared at him, standing in front of the closed door. "And you are going nowhere until you tell me how you got a hold of this even if we're in here all week."

"Why do you hate me so much, Bakura?" Yami asked, ignoring his demand.

"Because you locked me in the fucking Sennen Ring for the last three thousands years."

"Is that all?"

Bakura avoided his eyes. "Yes. And why the hell did you seal me in the Ring in the first place?"

"You don't remember."

"I don't remember what?"

Yami shook his head. "It's nothing of importance. Now let me out of this room, Thief."

Yami got off the bed and walked toward Bakura.

"No, you are not leaving this room, until you explain to me what the fuck you are talking about."

"I said, it's nothing of importance, Bakura. Why the hell would you care?"

"I don't, but since it's obviously something that involves me, I want to know. And the fact that it's the reason why you sealed me into the Sennen Ring, I definitely want to know. Don't make me force it out of you, Pharaoh, because you know I will." Bakura stood in the center of the room, glaring at Yami.

"Fine, you want to know? You want to know that badly? I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything damn thing!" Yami growled, pushing Bakura back against the door.

"It was your fault! It was all your Ra-damned fault in the first place, Tomb Robber!"

"How is it my fault, Pharaoh? You're the one who did the sealing." Bakura sneered.

"Shut up and listen, Thief." Yami glowered at him.

"I was a Pharaoh, and you were a Tomb Robber. We had never met in our lives. I didn't care for you and you didn't care for me. But you did care for Mariku. He was your partner and you were deeply in love with him. He knew you were in love with him and used it to his advantage. One day, Mariku extended a challenge to you – If you were able to make me fall in love with you, he would let you do anything you wanted with him. You, being so obsessed with him and the fact that you refused to turn down any challenge, accepted his challenge. And we met through some arrangement set up by Mariku. Apparently he had you thrown in jail. So, the first time was when I was surveying the criminals in the cells. You caught my eye. You were different; there was something about you that drew me to you. Of course, that made your mission easier. The more I got to know you, the more I fell for you. And finally I admitted to you that I loved you. You just smiled and told me you loved me too. Me, being the stupid, naïve person I was, was blissfully happy and fell even more in love with you. That was why I refused to believe it when I was told that you were only using me. So I confronted you to find out the truth from you…" Yami trailed off, his voice wavering slightly.

Bakura remained strangely silent and watched Yami who was blinking quickly.

Yami shut his eyes tightly. 'Ra…this is too painful.'

He walked over to Bakura and placed a hand on his shoulder. He forced himself to relax.

Bakura looked at him in confusion and felt strange warmth go through him. 'What's going on?'

His eyes slowly closed.

~Flashback~

"Nahkti, we have to talk." The young, tri-colored Pharaoh entered the room, uncertainty playing on his face.

"Hm?" The white haired Tomb Robber looked up.

Yami missed the wicked gleam in Nahkti's eyes as he kissed him lightly.

"I…I heard some things…that I want you to tell me whether they're true or not…"

"What is it, my Pharaoh?" Nahkti asked, gently tracing Yami's cheekbones.

The Pharaoh shivered under his touch and forced himself to continue.

"There is a rumor floating around…that…that…you're using me. That you don't really love me. They said that it was all part of a bet you had. The bet was that if you made me fall in love with you, you would have your way with the one you did really love."

Yami stopped and looked at Nahkti, his eyes silently pleading, "Please…please tell me they are lying to me, that this is all a joke. I love you so much…please, tell me you love me back…and that everything they said was a joke…" He trailed off waiting for Nahkti's reply.

Nahkti studied Yami for a minute, his face blank.

Yami was startled as malicious smirk appeared on Nahkti's face. Even more startled when he was pushed backwards. He staggered slightly, managing to keep his balance.

"Nahkti…?" He questioned.

"You're so stupid, Pharaoh. You were such an easy conquest. You let your emotions guide you and didn't notice the obvious deception. You were fun for a while, but you've gotten boring. I've been waiting to do this for so long. The look on your face is priceless." Nahkti smirked at him smugly.

Yami stared at him in shock, "No…no…you are joking…"

"No I'm not, Yami. I'm telling you the truth. Get it through that head of yours. You've been played, Pharaoh."

Nahkti could see the pain written clearly on Yami's face and a satisfaction filled him. "So the Pharaoh does hurt, doesn't he? What will his subjects think of him now? I wonder what they would say to know that their Pharaoh have been played by a lowly Tomb Robber?"

The pain in Yami's eyes was quickly replaced by a scorching fury. "How could you? How could you?"

"It was quite simple actually."

"I loved you, you cold hearted bastard! I loved you! I gave myself to you, my body, my heart, my soul, EVERYTHING! I hate you! GET OUT!" Yami screamed, tears falling, anger clearly showing on his face.

Nahkti was slightly taken aback by the outburst, but quickly composed himself. "Gladly. I have to go see Ahmose and claim my prize. Goodbye Pharaoh."

He walked out of the room, leaving a furious, crying Yami behind him.

The Pharaoh collapsed on his knees, burying his face in his hand. "How could you, Nahkti? How could you?"

He stayed there, crying, his heart slipping away with the tears.

The pain he felt was indescribable. It was beyond excruciating, crushing his heart to dust.

Yami didn't bother to stop the tears; he couldn't have even if he had tried.

"Ra…I lied…I lied…I don't hate you. I still love you so much, Nahkti. Maybe that's why this is so painful. Ra…why did you do this to me? Why?!" Yami yelled bitterly at the wall.

Silence was his only answer.

~End Flashback~

Bakura's eyes flew opened and found that he was staring down into hurt filled crimson eyes.

"Yami…I…"

Yami shook his head. "I'm not done."

Bakura nodded his head and waited for Yami to continue.

The tri-colored hair spirit, took a deep breath. "You went to find Mariku like you had said you would. And you did find him. Only he was with Jounouchi. You were hurt, pained when you realize that you were also played. You came back to me, begging for forgiveness, declaring your love for me. But I couldn't forgive you; my heart was gone when you had walked out the door. And the more you talked, the angrier, bitterer I got. I couldn't stand to see you anymore; the sight of your face brought too much pain. So I sealed you away in the Sennen Ring, so I would never have to see you again…never have to feel the hurt again…"

"You selfish asshole!" Bakura yelled.

Yami stared at him in astonishment.

"You sealed me away just so you couldn't be in pain? Did you ever stop to think about how I felt about it?!"

Astonishment turned into anger. "How you felt?! How about how I felt when I found out you were using me?!"

"You had no right to destroy my life by sealing me into that damn Ring! And you have no right to ruin my life now by confusing me with all these emotions! Why are you in my life now?! I could have been perfectly happy in this life without you! I wish you were out of my life forever!"

"I HATE YOU!!" Yami slapped Bakura forcefully, "You're still the same cold-hearted bastard you were! You haven't changed one bit! I was hoping for a chance to restart over, for us to be together. But I guess you don't care! You don't want me in your life. That's fine. I'm leaving."

Yami pushed passed Bakura and opened the door. He looked back at the Tomb Robber who was holding his cheek in his hand.

"I forgive you, Nahkti. I forgive you." His voice was soft. "Goodbye."

Then he turned and walked out.

He left a very emotionally confused Tomb Robber staring after him. "Ra…what did I just do? What am I going to do…?"

Bakura stared at the door, at the spot Yami had last stood.

He finally let the tears he was holding back slip down his cheeks. "What am I going to do?"

The crystal droplets splashing onto the floor were his only answer.

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