*This is slightly more graphic that the rest of the book and it is not
necessary for the plot so if you don't like graphic.. I suggest you skip
this one and go to the next one. Otherwise, you may find it interesting.
This option is probably the most logical but I tend not to be a logical
writer so this isn't then end. ;)
Since Bakura had accused Croquet of the murder, everyone had begun to suspect him. Just because he was Pegasus's most trusted bodyguard and friend, didn't mean he wouldn't betray him.
Bakura watched Croquet carefully, making sure he didn't miss anything. Croquet was defiantly looking nervous and Bakura was now determined to convict him of the crime.
After a long time with no one speaking, Croquet dismissed everyone claiming he had to think for a bit. Everyone except Bakura left and went to do other things. Bakura stayed behind and kept an eye on croquet without giving himself away.
Croquet walked over to the body of his former boss nudged it with his foot. "It's about time I killed you, you idiot, "He muttered.
Bakura, of course, heard this. He stepped slightly into the room and leaned against the doorframe. He watched Croquet for another minuet before clearing his throat and getting the attention of Pegasus's murderer.
Croquet jumped a bit at the sound of the voice. He turned to Bakura who was smirking to himself, "How long have you been here?" Croquet asked.
Bakura smiled some more and stepped into the room. Croquet took a step back for every advancing step Bakura took, "I never left." The tomb robber answered in his usual tone, "I knew you had killed him and even if you dislike Yugi and his little friends, I can't stand you and Pegasus. I want to expose you as the fraud you are. It was a nice act, I must admit. You questioning everyone else. I almost bought it. Now, if you would please choose the method you would like for me to kill you."
Croquet staggered a bit. He was not used to this kind of pressure. Just because Pegasus would have known how to handle the situation, didn't mean he did. He walked backwards, stumbling as we went until he hit a wall and stopped. He had killed Pegasus and now he needed him more than ever, "Please Mr. Bakura. I beg you."
"You amuse me Croquet," Bakura said softly, "But really, slow and painful, or short and fast?"
Croquet whimpered a little although he tired to hide it. He knew he was about to die no matter what he said. He slid down the wall and sat on the floor looking up at Bakura. The terrified look in Croquet's eyes was met with the murderous one coming from those of Bakura.
"What? Nothing? Fine we'll do this my way. I'll kill you with my bare hands you weak minded fool." Bakura said mockingly as he approached Croquet. When Bakura reached him, he lowered his hand to Croquet's thin neck. Bakura wrapped his fingers around the man and held them there. Croquet made no motion to move as Bakura strangled him.
After a short while, Bakura got bored. He was used to his victims begging for their lives and this one was letting him kill him. "Fine. Slow and painful then. You're getting on my nerves. Now beg for your life and I might actually consider sparring you."
Croquet looked up as Bakura moved his hand, "Please Mr. Bakura. I didn't mean to upset you. Please spare me. You will never hear from me again. I promise."
Bakura smirked some as he took a few steps back. He pulled a knife out of his belt. Bakura moved the blade so the light flew down it. He watched as Croquet's forehead beaded with sweat. "Fine, I'll spare you Croquet." Bakura said as he turned around and walked to the door.
Croquet was stunned. He didn't expect Bakura to actually let him off the hook. He stood up just as Bakura reached the door. "Th.. Thank you Mr. Bakura."
Bakura stopped at the door and turned his head slightly to the side, the knife still in his hand. He moved the blade into his hand slowly, not letting Croquet see him do this. Bakura spun around and threw the knife into croquet's chest, forcing him back into the wall, killing him on impact.
Bakura smirked and walked over to the body of Croquet. He pulled the blood- stained knife out of the body and wiped it clean on Croquet's own jacket. He then turned and left without a second glance.
Since Bakura had accused Croquet of the murder, everyone had begun to suspect him. Just because he was Pegasus's most trusted bodyguard and friend, didn't mean he wouldn't betray him.
Bakura watched Croquet carefully, making sure he didn't miss anything. Croquet was defiantly looking nervous and Bakura was now determined to convict him of the crime.
After a long time with no one speaking, Croquet dismissed everyone claiming he had to think for a bit. Everyone except Bakura left and went to do other things. Bakura stayed behind and kept an eye on croquet without giving himself away.
Croquet walked over to the body of his former boss nudged it with his foot. "It's about time I killed you, you idiot, "He muttered.
Bakura, of course, heard this. He stepped slightly into the room and leaned against the doorframe. He watched Croquet for another minuet before clearing his throat and getting the attention of Pegasus's murderer.
Croquet jumped a bit at the sound of the voice. He turned to Bakura who was smirking to himself, "How long have you been here?" Croquet asked.
Bakura smiled some more and stepped into the room. Croquet took a step back for every advancing step Bakura took, "I never left." The tomb robber answered in his usual tone, "I knew you had killed him and even if you dislike Yugi and his little friends, I can't stand you and Pegasus. I want to expose you as the fraud you are. It was a nice act, I must admit. You questioning everyone else. I almost bought it. Now, if you would please choose the method you would like for me to kill you."
Croquet staggered a bit. He was not used to this kind of pressure. Just because Pegasus would have known how to handle the situation, didn't mean he did. He walked backwards, stumbling as we went until he hit a wall and stopped. He had killed Pegasus and now he needed him more than ever, "Please Mr. Bakura. I beg you."
"You amuse me Croquet," Bakura said softly, "But really, slow and painful, or short and fast?"
Croquet whimpered a little although he tired to hide it. He knew he was about to die no matter what he said. He slid down the wall and sat on the floor looking up at Bakura. The terrified look in Croquet's eyes was met with the murderous one coming from those of Bakura.
"What? Nothing? Fine we'll do this my way. I'll kill you with my bare hands you weak minded fool." Bakura said mockingly as he approached Croquet. When Bakura reached him, he lowered his hand to Croquet's thin neck. Bakura wrapped his fingers around the man and held them there. Croquet made no motion to move as Bakura strangled him.
After a short while, Bakura got bored. He was used to his victims begging for their lives and this one was letting him kill him. "Fine. Slow and painful then. You're getting on my nerves. Now beg for your life and I might actually consider sparring you."
Croquet looked up as Bakura moved his hand, "Please Mr. Bakura. I didn't mean to upset you. Please spare me. You will never hear from me again. I promise."
Bakura smirked some as he took a few steps back. He pulled a knife out of his belt. Bakura moved the blade so the light flew down it. He watched as Croquet's forehead beaded with sweat. "Fine, I'll spare you Croquet." Bakura said as he turned around and walked to the door.
Croquet was stunned. He didn't expect Bakura to actually let him off the hook. He stood up just as Bakura reached the door. "Th.. Thank you Mr. Bakura."
Bakura stopped at the door and turned his head slightly to the side, the knife still in his hand. He moved the blade into his hand slowly, not letting Croquet see him do this. Bakura spun around and threw the knife into croquet's chest, forcing him back into the wall, killing him on impact.
Bakura smirked and walked over to the body of Croquet. He pulled the blood- stained knife out of the body and wiped it clean on Croquet's own jacket. He then turned and left without a second glance.