I Know
Chapter Two:
"Ryou!" The shout breaks through the still cemetery, shattering the silence. A cloaked figure was hunched over before a white marble gravestone, on hands and knees. Tears streamed from dark violet eyes, creating twin crystalline gems that splashed upon the grass. He thought about his innocent friend, now buried within the cold, hard ground. He pictured worms tickling Ryou, maggots and bugs crawling out of his mouth and empty eye sockets. Decay had already taken a hold of Ryou in Malik's mind, slowly maiming the hikari beyond recognition.
"Why did it have to be you of all people!?" He questioned the emptiness, not really expecting an answer. "Why not take me instead?" His cries subsided into helpless sobs and he collapsed to the earth, digging his nails into the dirt. He jumped in surprise when he actually received an answer.
"I don't know about you, but I'm glad it wasn't you that was killed." He looked up to see Marik standing a few steps behind him, wrapped in his purple cloak. Were his eyes playing tricks on him, or was the dark yami actually crying? Sure enough, a few solitary drops leaked out from slightly reddened eyes.
"But why Ryou?" He sobbed, his voice cracking.
"None of us know the answer to that question, habibi." Marik looked over him, reading the inscription on the headstone. The carved words proclaimed: 'In loving memory of our dear Ryou Bakura, stolen from our loving embrace. May he rest in peace. 1981-2003' The words resided in the warm embrace of a white-winged angel, bearing a resemblance to Ryou, who was seemingly watching over the burial site. "Bakura seems very upset. He is out for blood right now," he said, still staring at the headstone.
"Nani?"
"I just saw him stalking down the street. He was radiating shadow magic and looked like anything would set him off. I steered clear."
"Marik! You just let him go?!" At his yami's nod Malik continued. "He is probably going to kill everyone in site until he finds the killer! Come on!" Malik jumped up, tears still flowing freely, and grabbed the unresisting dark. He dragged him out of the cemetery and headed in the direction Marik said Bakura was going.
~~~*~~~
Crimson stained his sight. All he saw was more ways in which to make Yugi suffer, and die a slow tortured death. Strangulation, stabbing, beating, throwing him out the window. His mind ticked of the ideas, none seeming to sate his desire for vengeance. The familiar building loomed in the distance: Kame Game Shop. As he neared the building, he saw the closed sign fluttering in the whirring winds.
A deadly smirk stole over his face, his now violet eyes gleaming demonically. 'Here I am Mutou. Are you going to kill me like you killed Ryou?' Bakura snickered, and soon doubled over, laughing maniacally. Without Ryou around there was no one to keep him from slowly going insane. Left to his own dark thoughts and plots for revenge, the pale tomb robber had finally snapped.
He released some shadow energy, blowing the wooden door off it's hinges. Smoke billowed up, but soon dispersed to reveal a stunned Yami, kneeling before a display case. A giant Blue Eyes White Dragon reared up, its white lightning attack colliding in midair with that of the Red Eyes Black Dragon. Below them was the announcement for a tournament being held in a few weeks.
"Bakura? What are you doing here?" Yami seemed genuinely startled by his fellow yami's sudden, and somewhat odd, appearance.
"Where is he?" Bakura's voice was dangerously low, edged with pure hatred. "I said where is he, Pharaoh!?!?" That brought last shout brought the Game King out of his stupor, and he jumped to his feet.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, Bakura! Now calm down and tell me what the hell is going on!" At that moment Marik and Malik, who had been trailing behind the albino, finally caught up and burst through the door, making its bells ring loudly. Bakura barely had time to turn around before they were both on top of him, pushing him to the ground and pinning him. "What in Re's name is going on?!" A now thoroughly confused Yami demanded,
Marik looked up from where he had been struggling to hold the enraged thief down. "Bakura has finally lost it." His voice sounded as though this should be obvious. "He is hunting down Ryou's murderer. I think he found out who it is, judging by the way he was out in that storm trying to kill everyone in sight." He paused, looking around the store suspiciously. "I just want to know why he came here of all places?"
Yami just shrugged, his mind reeling. 'Why DID he come here? Is it because the killer hangs out here? Could it be one of our friends?' His mind numbed as one one of the possibilities struck him head on. 'Could it be.Yugi?' "NO!" he yelled out loud, earning a confused stare from the two Egyptian boys. They didn't have time to ask though, for they had to subdue a particularly violent escape attempt from their captive.
"Would you. mind. giving us a hand.here?" Malik gasped out at Yami. Yami nodded dumbly, quickly stepping over and lending his strength to prevent the tomb robber's escape.
~~~*~~~
Yugi paced back and forth across his room. He had been listening at the top of the stairs, and had sought refuge in his room, lest Bakura free himself anytime soon. 'Why would he think I killed Ryou? He was my best friend!' [Because you did kill Ryou.] The taunting voice drifted from the dark recesses of his mind.
'NO!! It wasn't me!'
[Deny it all you like, little one. But in the end you know it to be true.] Insane cackling erupted throughout his head. Yugi had been hearing this voice more frequently as of late. It had started talking to him a couple of weeks before Ryou's.death.and refused to be banished. No matter how hard he tried to get rid of it, it only grew stronger, crushing the his weakening mind beneath it's iron will. He could not fight it. He tried, but now the only thing left was to submit to the unknown entity.
Yugi moved over to his window, throwing a bundle out into the rain, before he followed. He almost lost his footing and plunged to the hard, unforgiving cement, two stories below. Eventually his feet hit solid ground, and he retrieved his bundle and ran, the darkness soon swallowing him.
Habibi-love in Arabian
Do not even ask me? I have absolutely NO clue were that came from. Heheh.Yugi is not alone.
"Ryou!" The shout breaks through the still cemetery, shattering the silence. A cloaked figure was hunched over before a white marble gravestone, on hands and knees. Tears streamed from dark violet eyes, creating twin crystalline gems that splashed upon the grass. He thought about his innocent friend, now buried within the cold, hard ground. He pictured worms tickling Ryou, maggots and bugs crawling out of his mouth and empty eye sockets. Decay had already taken a hold of Ryou in Malik's mind, slowly maiming the hikari beyond recognition.
"Why did it have to be you of all people!?" He questioned the emptiness, not really expecting an answer. "Why not take me instead?" His cries subsided into helpless sobs and he collapsed to the earth, digging his nails into the dirt. He jumped in surprise when he actually received an answer.
"I don't know about you, but I'm glad it wasn't you that was killed." He looked up to see Marik standing a few steps behind him, wrapped in his purple cloak. Were his eyes playing tricks on him, or was the dark yami actually crying? Sure enough, a few solitary drops leaked out from slightly reddened eyes.
"But why Ryou?" He sobbed, his voice cracking.
"None of us know the answer to that question, habibi." Marik looked over him, reading the inscription on the headstone. The carved words proclaimed: 'In loving memory of our dear Ryou Bakura, stolen from our loving embrace. May he rest in peace. 1981-2003' The words resided in the warm embrace of a white-winged angel, bearing a resemblance to Ryou, who was seemingly watching over the burial site. "Bakura seems very upset. He is out for blood right now," he said, still staring at the headstone.
"Nani?"
"I just saw him stalking down the street. He was radiating shadow magic and looked like anything would set him off. I steered clear."
"Marik! You just let him go?!" At his yami's nod Malik continued. "He is probably going to kill everyone in site until he finds the killer! Come on!" Malik jumped up, tears still flowing freely, and grabbed the unresisting dark. He dragged him out of the cemetery and headed in the direction Marik said Bakura was going.
~~~*~~~
Crimson stained his sight. All he saw was more ways in which to make Yugi suffer, and die a slow tortured death. Strangulation, stabbing, beating, throwing him out the window. His mind ticked of the ideas, none seeming to sate his desire for vengeance. The familiar building loomed in the distance: Kame Game Shop. As he neared the building, he saw the closed sign fluttering in the whirring winds.
A deadly smirk stole over his face, his now violet eyes gleaming demonically. 'Here I am Mutou. Are you going to kill me like you killed Ryou?' Bakura snickered, and soon doubled over, laughing maniacally. Without Ryou around there was no one to keep him from slowly going insane. Left to his own dark thoughts and plots for revenge, the pale tomb robber had finally snapped.
He released some shadow energy, blowing the wooden door off it's hinges. Smoke billowed up, but soon dispersed to reveal a stunned Yami, kneeling before a display case. A giant Blue Eyes White Dragon reared up, its white lightning attack colliding in midair with that of the Red Eyes Black Dragon. Below them was the announcement for a tournament being held in a few weeks.
"Bakura? What are you doing here?" Yami seemed genuinely startled by his fellow yami's sudden, and somewhat odd, appearance.
"Where is he?" Bakura's voice was dangerously low, edged with pure hatred. "I said where is he, Pharaoh!?!?" That brought last shout brought the Game King out of his stupor, and he jumped to his feet.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, Bakura! Now calm down and tell me what the hell is going on!" At that moment Marik and Malik, who had been trailing behind the albino, finally caught up and burst through the door, making its bells ring loudly. Bakura barely had time to turn around before they were both on top of him, pushing him to the ground and pinning him. "What in Re's name is going on?!" A now thoroughly confused Yami demanded,
Marik looked up from where he had been struggling to hold the enraged thief down. "Bakura has finally lost it." His voice sounded as though this should be obvious. "He is hunting down Ryou's murderer. I think he found out who it is, judging by the way he was out in that storm trying to kill everyone in sight." He paused, looking around the store suspiciously. "I just want to know why he came here of all places?"
Yami just shrugged, his mind reeling. 'Why DID he come here? Is it because the killer hangs out here? Could it be one of our friends?' His mind numbed as one one of the possibilities struck him head on. 'Could it be.Yugi?' "NO!" he yelled out loud, earning a confused stare from the two Egyptian boys. They didn't have time to ask though, for they had to subdue a particularly violent escape attempt from their captive.
"Would you. mind. giving us a hand.here?" Malik gasped out at Yami. Yami nodded dumbly, quickly stepping over and lending his strength to prevent the tomb robber's escape.
~~~*~~~
Yugi paced back and forth across his room. He had been listening at the top of the stairs, and had sought refuge in his room, lest Bakura free himself anytime soon. 'Why would he think I killed Ryou? He was my best friend!' [Because you did kill Ryou.] The taunting voice drifted from the dark recesses of his mind.
'NO!! It wasn't me!'
[Deny it all you like, little one. But in the end you know it to be true.] Insane cackling erupted throughout his head. Yugi had been hearing this voice more frequently as of late. It had started talking to him a couple of weeks before Ryou's.death.and refused to be banished. No matter how hard he tried to get rid of it, it only grew stronger, crushing the his weakening mind beneath it's iron will. He could not fight it. He tried, but now the only thing left was to submit to the unknown entity.
Yugi moved over to his window, throwing a bundle out into the rain, before he followed. He almost lost his footing and plunged to the hard, unforgiving cement, two stories below. Eventually his feet hit solid ground, and he retrieved his bundle and ran, the darkness soon swallowing him.
Habibi-love in Arabian
Do not even ask me? I have absolutely NO clue were that came from. Heheh.Yugi is not alone.