Eternal Necrophia
Warnings: Angst, Blood, Violence, Romance, Language, Some Yaoi
Thought-speak: //Yami to Hikari// /Hikari to Yami/ Talking: "." Thinking: +.+
Disclaimer: I still do not own Yu-gi-oh. Life sucks, eh?
-Bakura-
The next morn, at near sunrise, Bakura again slipped out of his soul room. Giving a quick glance to where his hikari lay, he saw that the boy was still asleep. He gave a small sneer, trying to push him out of his head, refusing to be weak. He crept out of the room, without another word or even another glance, heading downstairs. He approached the living room, where his book lie perched on the coffee table, undisturbed. Smirking, he picked it up, flipping to the last couple chapters. Dropping it on the table again, he headed into their storage closet, and pulled out some chalk, and an armful of candles. He dumped the things on the wooden floor, hoping to Ra his hikari wouldn't wake up. He drew a circle with the chalk, following a diagram in the book, and set the now-lit candles around it, stepping in the middle. He spoke some sort of Egyptian chant, his cold voice echoing through the room. Soon they would pay.They would find sanctuary in their death, begging for it at his feet.They would get what they deserved, the pathetic mortals.His eyes burned, but he continued, remembering every time he had suffered...His voice rose, his entire body burning with anger, hate flowing through him...They would suffer as he had, living in darkness, hiding from every shadow.
-Ryou-
Ryou stretched sleepily, waking up from his sweet sleep. He gave another yawn, before smiling to himself cheerfully, looking out the window. The sun was shining in, just as always. Ryou loved the sun, unlike his Yami, and despised the dark, feared it even. He looked out his window again, still looking cheerful, until he noticed the sky was getting very dark, very fast. Panicking, he picked up his alarm clock, reading the time. Unless his clock was wrong, something very, VERY bad was happening- It doesn't normally get dark at 8:30 in the morning. Giving a nervous glance out the window, he noticed the sky's new color; a sickening crimson, the color of blood. He shut the shades violently, and shaking, headed toward the bathroom, feeling terribly ill.
-Bakura-
A maniacal grin was apparent on his face, making him look rather frightening. The last thing you wanted to see was a blood-thirsty psycho grinning at you. Nothing could stop him now, not even his little hikari. He was filled with uncontrollable rage, having a sudden thirst for blood and suffering. All his worst memories and fears were on replay, and they wouldn't stop, playing over and over, faster and faster, driving Bakura deeper into rage. The sky was the color of blood, not to mention the house was shaking violently. Bakura's eyes were matching the color of the sky, the living room seemed to be tearing apart slowly, the force of his dark spell forcing things to break, shattering into nothingness, as would the pathetic world. The circle Bakura had drawn was glowing black, protecting Bakura as if a shield, from all the flying and breaking objects.
-Ryou-
Feeling no better, Ryou stepped out of the bathroom, rather dizzily, avoiding looking at the sky. He crept down the stairs, and his chocolate brown eyes widened with fear, spotting the raging Bakura in the center of the remains of the former living room. A fragile dragon sculpture his father had gotten from Egypt smashed into a thousand pieces, just to the left of his head. He clapped a hand to his mouth, looking at the swirling black floor, and then to his Yami again. "Yami...YAMI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He demanded, yelling at the top of his lungs, but to no avail.".Stop.please." He tried, but saw he couldn't hear, and fell on his knees, tears pouring out. How many innocents would die from this?
-Bakura-
Bakura heard his light, but his voice was too far away. He wanted to stop, to listen, but he couldn't. Soon Ryou's plea was gone, gone into the darkness like it was nothing. A figure slowly came out of the swirling black, a head with hair the color of night. Its pale skin was haunting, blood-colored eyes glared, crimson lips curled into a smirk. It was clad in leather, and a merciless expression was on its face, if possible, worse even than Bakura's. Bakura's spell was complete, and the sky turned back to blue, the floor stopped swirling. Bakura felt faint and dizzy, but looked at the result smirking. "You are to be called Necrophia.Necrophia.ehahaha." He gasped, trying to catch his breath. He spotted the hiding hikari out of the corner of his eye, and approached him, sneering. "Get up, she won't hurt you." He hissed, grabbing Ryou's arm, and yanking him to his feet. Ryou got up slowly, shaking, his eyes wide. "Y-yami.what have you done?" He gasped, looking at the Death Goddess now called Necrophia. Bakura blinked at Ryou, his face expressionless, taking in what Ryou had said. +.What have I done hikari? Can't you see? Don't worry, she listens to me, she won't hurt you.+ He thought confidently, until a panicked expression appeared on his face, +.What if she doesn't listen to me.?+
Warnings: Angst, Blood, Violence, Romance, Language, Some Yaoi
Thought-speak: //Yami to Hikari// /Hikari to Yami/ Talking: "." Thinking: +.+
Disclaimer: I still do not own Yu-gi-oh. Life sucks, eh?
-Bakura-
The next morn, at near sunrise, Bakura again slipped out of his soul room. Giving a quick glance to where his hikari lay, he saw that the boy was still asleep. He gave a small sneer, trying to push him out of his head, refusing to be weak. He crept out of the room, without another word or even another glance, heading downstairs. He approached the living room, where his book lie perched on the coffee table, undisturbed. Smirking, he picked it up, flipping to the last couple chapters. Dropping it on the table again, he headed into their storage closet, and pulled out some chalk, and an armful of candles. He dumped the things on the wooden floor, hoping to Ra his hikari wouldn't wake up. He drew a circle with the chalk, following a diagram in the book, and set the now-lit candles around it, stepping in the middle. He spoke some sort of Egyptian chant, his cold voice echoing through the room. Soon they would pay.They would find sanctuary in their death, begging for it at his feet.They would get what they deserved, the pathetic mortals.His eyes burned, but he continued, remembering every time he had suffered...His voice rose, his entire body burning with anger, hate flowing through him...They would suffer as he had, living in darkness, hiding from every shadow.
-Ryou-
Ryou stretched sleepily, waking up from his sweet sleep. He gave another yawn, before smiling to himself cheerfully, looking out the window. The sun was shining in, just as always. Ryou loved the sun, unlike his Yami, and despised the dark, feared it even. He looked out his window again, still looking cheerful, until he noticed the sky was getting very dark, very fast. Panicking, he picked up his alarm clock, reading the time. Unless his clock was wrong, something very, VERY bad was happening- It doesn't normally get dark at 8:30 in the morning. Giving a nervous glance out the window, he noticed the sky's new color; a sickening crimson, the color of blood. He shut the shades violently, and shaking, headed toward the bathroom, feeling terribly ill.
-Bakura-
A maniacal grin was apparent on his face, making him look rather frightening. The last thing you wanted to see was a blood-thirsty psycho grinning at you. Nothing could stop him now, not even his little hikari. He was filled with uncontrollable rage, having a sudden thirst for blood and suffering. All his worst memories and fears were on replay, and they wouldn't stop, playing over and over, faster and faster, driving Bakura deeper into rage. The sky was the color of blood, not to mention the house was shaking violently. Bakura's eyes were matching the color of the sky, the living room seemed to be tearing apart slowly, the force of his dark spell forcing things to break, shattering into nothingness, as would the pathetic world. The circle Bakura had drawn was glowing black, protecting Bakura as if a shield, from all the flying and breaking objects.
-Ryou-
Feeling no better, Ryou stepped out of the bathroom, rather dizzily, avoiding looking at the sky. He crept down the stairs, and his chocolate brown eyes widened with fear, spotting the raging Bakura in the center of the remains of the former living room. A fragile dragon sculpture his father had gotten from Egypt smashed into a thousand pieces, just to the left of his head. He clapped a hand to his mouth, looking at the swirling black floor, and then to his Yami again. "Yami...YAMI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He demanded, yelling at the top of his lungs, but to no avail.".Stop.please." He tried, but saw he couldn't hear, and fell on his knees, tears pouring out. How many innocents would die from this?
-Bakura-
Bakura heard his light, but his voice was too far away. He wanted to stop, to listen, but he couldn't. Soon Ryou's plea was gone, gone into the darkness like it was nothing. A figure slowly came out of the swirling black, a head with hair the color of night. Its pale skin was haunting, blood-colored eyes glared, crimson lips curled into a smirk. It was clad in leather, and a merciless expression was on its face, if possible, worse even than Bakura's. Bakura's spell was complete, and the sky turned back to blue, the floor stopped swirling. Bakura felt faint and dizzy, but looked at the result smirking. "You are to be called Necrophia.Necrophia.ehahaha." He gasped, trying to catch his breath. He spotted the hiding hikari out of the corner of his eye, and approached him, sneering. "Get up, she won't hurt you." He hissed, grabbing Ryou's arm, and yanking him to his feet. Ryou got up slowly, shaking, his eyes wide. "Y-yami.what have you done?" He gasped, looking at the Death Goddess now called Necrophia. Bakura blinked at Ryou, his face expressionless, taking in what Ryou had said. +.What have I done hikari? Can't you see? Don't worry, she listens to me, she won't hurt you.+ He thought confidently, until a panicked expression appeared on his face, +.What if she doesn't listen to me.?+