" The Final Judgement "
By JessieHeart
*
A spirit can not die.
Bakura knew this, he knew that Am'mit could not kill him. However, he was grossly aware that if he were to 'die' a second time he would be cast into the deepest damnation of hell. So he kept fighting.
His arms were a bloody tangle of feline scratches, and his face had a deep gnash that started in the middle of his forehead, curved around his eye and ended at his cheek.
Am'mit charged once more and threw his weight into Bakura's pole. The staff snapped at last. In a final act of desperation, Bakura drove the jagged, broken ends into Am'mit's chest. Blood cascaded onto the ground and the beast collapsed. His eyes closed and he did not attack again. Bakura dropped to the stone floor, exhausted.
Ma'at ran over to the defeated animal. "He's dead." She declared.
Anubis rushed to her side, clearly furious. He jerked the spears out of the hippo-like flesh. More blood spilled to the ground.
"Am'mit is a fallen god." Anubis said harshly. "He can not die. However, this annoying spirit CAN!"
The jackal-headed man raised a spear and prepared to strike Bakura through the heart. Bakura knew he would not have the strength to flee.
"NO!" cried Ma'at staying Anubis' hand. She looked upon Bakura with eyes filled with pity. "To kiss him now is to damn him forever. A person who was completely evil could not have defeated Am'mit, nor would their heart refuse to tip the scale. He clearly has something to fight for, something that makes him keep going."
Bakura fell all the way to the ground, no strength left to hold his body. He felt dizzy with the overwhelming smell of blood. He closed his eyes, and the last thing he heard before slipping into darkness was Anubis' voice.
"Very well, Ma'at. I shall not kill him, but he will not rest in peace…"
*
"Yami, what are you doing?"
"Huh?"
Bakura found himself in a completely different scene. He was sitting at a desk in an classroom, empty save a small boy in front of him. With a start, Bakura realized that the smiling boy was Ryou.
He spoke again. "You never get to school early, Yami. There's about half an hour until the bell rings."
"What are YOU doing here?" asked Bakura, horribly confused. He looked around for any sign of gods or demons.
Ryou seemed to think that Bakura meant, "What are you doing at school?"
"I had to be here for a Trip Committee meeting. It disbanded early, so I decided to come study." He explained.
Bakura opened his mouth the question him further, but another person entered the room, wearing a school uniform identical to Ryou's. Bakura realized that he, too, was wearing a blue suit.
"Good morning Yugi!" said Ryou to the newcomer. "You're here early too."
Yugi smiled and got out some new board game. Soon, the small ground had started to play. Bakura forgot about god, and just accepted this wonderful reality.
"My turn!" Ryou declared. "Who has the dice?"
"I do," said Bakura. He gave the dice to Ryou, and in doing so their hands met. The scene instantly froze.
The background became darkness, and the only things that remained were the people. Ryou seemed frozen in the moment, but Yugi straightened. His eyes grew dark and possessed.
"Do you deserve this?" Yugi asked in a deep voice that was not his own. "Do you deserve to be here with him? What have YOU ever done that's worthy of heaven? What have you ever done for Ryou?"
The two vanished, leaving Bakura alone in the darkness. The deep voice called out to him, surrounding him until he couldn't breathe.
"He doesn't love you the way you feel for him." "All you ever did was be cruel to him." "Murderer." "You took away Ryou's soul!" "Murderer!" "You made his afraid of the darkness…"
The voice insisted upon things Bakura knew were true, things he never wanted to admit. He threw himself down into the shadows, closing his eyes and clamping his hands over his ears. He tried to shut the voice out, but it persisted.
Murderer…
Murderer…!
Bakura screamed into the darkness.
*
By JessieHeart
*
A spirit can not die.
Bakura knew this, he knew that Am'mit could not kill him. However, he was grossly aware that if he were to 'die' a second time he would be cast into the deepest damnation of hell. So he kept fighting.
His arms were a bloody tangle of feline scratches, and his face had a deep gnash that started in the middle of his forehead, curved around his eye and ended at his cheek.
Am'mit charged once more and threw his weight into Bakura's pole. The staff snapped at last. In a final act of desperation, Bakura drove the jagged, broken ends into Am'mit's chest. Blood cascaded onto the ground and the beast collapsed. His eyes closed and he did not attack again. Bakura dropped to the stone floor, exhausted.
Ma'at ran over to the defeated animal. "He's dead." She declared.
Anubis rushed to her side, clearly furious. He jerked the spears out of the hippo-like flesh. More blood spilled to the ground.
"Am'mit is a fallen god." Anubis said harshly. "He can not die. However, this annoying spirit CAN!"
The jackal-headed man raised a spear and prepared to strike Bakura through the heart. Bakura knew he would not have the strength to flee.
"NO!" cried Ma'at staying Anubis' hand. She looked upon Bakura with eyes filled with pity. "To kiss him now is to damn him forever. A person who was completely evil could not have defeated Am'mit, nor would their heart refuse to tip the scale. He clearly has something to fight for, something that makes him keep going."
Bakura fell all the way to the ground, no strength left to hold his body. He felt dizzy with the overwhelming smell of blood. He closed his eyes, and the last thing he heard before slipping into darkness was Anubis' voice.
"Very well, Ma'at. I shall not kill him, but he will not rest in peace…"
*
"Yami, what are you doing?"
"Huh?"
Bakura found himself in a completely different scene. He was sitting at a desk in an classroom, empty save a small boy in front of him. With a start, Bakura realized that the smiling boy was Ryou.
He spoke again. "You never get to school early, Yami. There's about half an hour until the bell rings."
"What are YOU doing here?" asked Bakura, horribly confused. He looked around for any sign of gods or demons.
Ryou seemed to think that Bakura meant, "What are you doing at school?"
"I had to be here for a Trip Committee meeting. It disbanded early, so I decided to come study." He explained.
Bakura opened his mouth the question him further, but another person entered the room, wearing a school uniform identical to Ryou's. Bakura realized that he, too, was wearing a blue suit.
"Good morning Yugi!" said Ryou to the newcomer. "You're here early too."
Yugi smiled and got out some new board game. Soon, the small ground had started to play. Bakura forgot about god, and just accepted this wonderful reality.
"My turn!" Ryou declared. "Who has the dice?"
"I do," said Bakura. He gave the dice to Ryou, and in doing so their hands met. The scene instantly froze.
The background became darkness, and the only things that remained were the people. Ryou seemed frozen in the moment, but Yugi straightened. His eyes grew dark and possessed.
"Do you deserve this?" Yugi asked in a deep voice that was not his own. "Do you deserve to be here with him? What have YOU ever done that's worthy of heaven? What have you ever done for Ryou?"
The two vanished, leaving Bakura alone in the darkness. The deep voice called out to him, surrounding him until he couldn't breathe.
"He doesn't love you the way you feel for him." "All you ever did was be cruel to him." "Murderer." "You took away Ryou's soul!" "Murderer!" "You made his afraid of the darkness…"
The voice insisted upon things Bakura knew were true, things he never wanted to admit. He threw himself down into the shadows, closing his eyes and clamping his hands over his ears. He tried to shut the voice out, but it persisted.
Murderer…
Murderer…!
Bakura screamed into the darkness.
*