Eternal Necrophia
Warnings: Angst, Blood, Violence, Romance, Language, Some Yaoi
Thought-speak: //Yami to Hikari// /Hikari to Yami/ Talking: "." Thinking: +.+
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh, and, sadly, never will.
Loathe. That was how Bakura felt about the pitiful mortals that inhabited this earth. Pathetic. How they disgusted him, so weak and carefree. They would pay, in due time they would pay...He would rule, rule the world engulfed in darkness, where there was no escape for the weak...His hikari was weak. Ryou's little friends were weak. He was strong.However, if anything happened to that weak, pathetic, mortal of a hikari, he would be lost.Nowhere to go, no purpose.
+.Leave Ryou, don't hurt Ryou.+ He thought to himself. There were only two people he cared about; Ryou, and Malik Ishtar. Ryou was, of course, his hikari, his light. Ryou fascinated Bakura, so pure and angelic. +.Never Harm Ryou.Ever.Not again.+ Thoughts plagued him, of how badly he had treated his light, hurting him until he respected, and even feared him. He regretted it, he hated it, making feel Ryou that way. He cared for his hikari, he could not deny it, though it seemed he did not return his affection.Malik, was another story entirely, being Bakura's one and only friend. They were alike, in many ways than one. He was the only person Bakura could trust, and even if it was little. He didn't want to hurt Malik; he reminded him of his hikari.The light, so innocent and angelic.But, though Malik was a hikari, he acted it very little, acting more like Bakura himself, thus they were friends. But the rest of the world, they were fools.Plotting and scheming for months on end, Bakura devised a plan. He would need to be separate from his hikari, without harming him, but it could be done. He had seen the Pharaoh and his light do so. He would be almost transparent, but he could act in the physical world- By no means was Bakura weak. So, one day, he separated from his light, and set out to an old bookstore, the sun beating down on him, making him sweat. Curse the sun, the light.Light.His thoughts again swayed to Ryou. +Damn it Bakura, stop acting weak!+ He thought angrily, and forced Ryou out of his mind.
He entered the store, the bells on the door tinkling as he opened it, and he looked around. The shop was small and crowded, with books lining the shelves, some old and dust-covered. The shop was near empty, except for an old, squat Japanese woman, behind the counter. Bakura paid no heed to the mortal shop owner, and immediately inspected every book, until he found what he had seeked. It was an old book, dust-covered and plain, made of brown leather trimmed with faded gold. He slowly turned the faded pages, which may have been impossible to read, for they were written in hieroglyphs, though he, of course, could. Closing the book again, he approached the counter and slammed it down in front of the owner. "I'll take this, iwoman!/i" He hissed, his voice naturally cold, but nonetheless calm and cool. His chocolate brown eyes were glaring, a trademark smirk apparent on his pale face. The lady nodded cheerfully, and rang it up. "This 'ez two hundled Yen, sar" She smiled, her Japanese accent apparent. Bakura cursed, and handed over the money, picking up his book and storming out the shop without another word. +.She'll be first to go.Much too cheerful.pathetic.+ He thought bitterly.
He got returned to his hikari's house just as the sun began to set, its colors painting the sky with splotches of gold and pink. He opened the book quietly, and crept over to the table, where he seated himself and began reading his latest purchase hungrily. He read for hours and hours, the night flying past quickly. He had finished the book at exactly midnight, and gave a yawn as he closed his book again, heading upstairs. He quietly opened the door which lead to Ryou's room, and entered graceful as a cat. His hikari lied in bed, long asleep. Bakura seemed to melt seeing him, so peaceful, so calm. How could he ever have hurt him so? He smiled faintly, kissing him on the forehead. "Ashiteru, Hikari, Ashiteru." He said quietly, feeling guilty about his intentions, not wanting Ryou to hate him for his plan. But it couldn't be helped. +.Never hurt Ryou.+ He thought again, and drifted into his Soul Room, the feeling Ryou would never return his affections haunting him, stabbing at his heart, his very soul, until it had turned black again.
I promise I'll continue, if you all review! Flames will enrage Bakura, and you don't want that, now do ya?!
Warnings: Angst, Blood, Violence, Romance, Language, Some Yaoi
Thought-speak: //Yami to Hikari// /Hikari to Yami/ Talking: "." Thinking: +.+
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh, and, sadly, never will.
Loathe. That was how Bakura felt about the pitiful mortals that inhabited this earth. Pathetic. How they disgusted him, so weak and carefree. They would pay, in due time they would pay...He would rule, rule the world engulfed in darkness, where there was no escape for the weak...His hikari was weak. Ryou's little friends were weak. He was strong.However, if anything happened to that weak, pathetic, mortal of a hikari, he would be lost.Nowhere to go, no purpose.
+.Leave Ryou, don't hurt Ryou.+ He thought to himself. There were only two people he cared about; Ryou, and Malik Ishtar. Ryou was, of course, his hikari, his light. Ryou fascinated Bakura, so pure and angelic. +.Never Harm Ryou.Ever.Not again.+ Thoughts plagued him, of how badly he had treated his light, hurting him until he respected, and even feared him. He regretted it, he hated it, making feel Ryou that way. He cared for his hikari, he could not deny it, though it seemed he did not return his affection.Malik, was another story entirely, being Bakura's one and only friend. They were alike, in many ways than one. He was the only person Bakura could trust, and even if it was little. He didn't want to hurt Malik; he reminded him of his hikari.The light, so innocent and angelic.But, though Malik was a hikari, he acted it very little, acting more like Bakura himself, thus they were friends. But the rest of the world, they were fools.Plotting and scheming for months on end, Bakura devised a plan. He would need to be separate from his hikari, without harming him, but it could be done. He had seen the Pharaoh and his light do so. He would be almost transparent, but he could act in the physical world- By no means was Bakura weak. So, one day, he separated from his light, and set out to an old bookstore, the sun beating down on him, making him sweat. Curse the sun, the light.Light.His thoughts again swayed to Ryou. +Damn it Bakura, stop acting weak!+ He thought angrily, and forced Ryou out of his mind.
He entered the store, the bells on the door tinkling as he opened it, and he looked around. The shop was small and crowded, with books lining the shelves, some old and dust-covered. The shop was near empty, except for an old, squat Japanese woman, behind the counter. Bakura paid no heed to the mortal shop owner, and immediately inspected every book, until he found what he had seeked. It was an old book, dust-covered and plain, made of brown leather trimmed with faded gold. He slowly turned the faded pages, which may have been impossible to read, for they were written in hieroglyphs, though he, of course, could. Closing the book again, he approached the counter and slammed it down in front of the owner. "I'll take this, iwoman!/i" He hissed, his voice naturally cold, but nonetheless calm and cool. His chocolate brown eyes were glaring, a trademark smirk apparent on his pale face. The lady nodded cheerfully, and rang it up. "This 'ez two hundled Yen, sar" She smiled, her Japanese accent apparent. Bakura cursed, and handed over the money, picking up his book and storming out the shop without another word. +.She'll be first to go.Much too cheerful.pathetic.+ He thought bitterly.
He got returned to his hikari's house just as the sun began to set, its colors painting the sky with splotches of gold and pink. He opened the book quietly, and crept over to the table, where he seated himself and began reading his latest purchase hungrily. He read for hours and hours, the night flying past quickly. He had finished the book at exactly midnight, and gave a yawn as he closed his book again, heading upstairs. He quietly opened the door which lead to Ryou's room, and entered graceful as a cat. His hikari lied in bed, long asleep. Bakura seemed to melt seeing him, so peaceful, so calm. How could he ever have hurt him so? He smiled faintly, kissing him on the forehead. "Ashiteru, Hikari, Ashiteru." He said quietly, feeling guilty about his intentions, not wanting Ryou to hate him for his plan. But it couldn't be helped. +.Never hurt Ryou.+ He thought again, and drifted into his Soul Room, the feeling Ryou would never return his affections haunting him, stabbing at his heart, his very soul, until it had turned black again.
I promise I'll continue, if you all review! Flames will enrage Bakura, and you don't want that, now do ya?!