Repmet- Well we're back.
Fluff- Yep.
Repmet- and we owe inspiration for this fic to two people. (1) Miss WSJ or Wingleader Sora Jade! Thanks for all the inspiration! And ideas! (2) Tamora Perice. Yep, that's right! Good old Tammy P! She wrote some of the best teen books in the world if you didn't know. I kinder used her Idea of Diane being able to see people's magical cores.
Fluff- We also give WSJ credit for some of that too.
Repmet-She has this really great fic series, starting with Vision's of the Heart, I really owe her lots and lots and lots of credit for this fic. You can read he totally wonderfully stuff by going to my favorites
Fluff- Repmet says she's going to try to stay nice and non-hyper for this fic. I don't believe her.
Seto- Me neither,.
Joey- Grrr, I believe in Repmet!
Seto- You would.
Joey- -__- What's that suppose to mean.
Seto- Only that you're really stupid! ^__^
Repmet- Take that back!
Seto- *Sticking tong out* No!
Repmet- Let me ask you one thing............. Do you feel lucky..........punk!
Seto-NO!!!! DIRTY HARRY!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Fluff- Sigh, we don't own Yu-gi-oh, Clint Eastwood, Tamora Perice, or WJS (DUH!!!!)
Repmet- All flames well be used to burn picket signs supporting people running against President G W. Bush in the up coming election. Beware. *pounces on Seto, pistols raised* Prepare to meet thy doom! Yon scavy dog! Death me thy name, justice be survived thus forth. So decrees I, the all might Repmet Of DOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
Fluff- Ignore her. Also, we're testing some HTML, I hope it works, if not, then it's back to the plain bad format.
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~* Forever in Darkness, Forever in Night *~
Chapter-Fight
"Ryou, son!" Yelled Ryou's father Charles Bakura. "I need to talk to you!!!"
Ryou who was currently upstairs doing his homework was more than happy to get out of his room. Bakura, the spirit of the Millennium Ring, was in a particular foul mood today and couldn't wait to vent his anger on his smaller other half. Bakura rolled his eyes as Ryou gave him a furtive glance.
"Master, ermm, can I?" He asked quietly, looking at the ground.
Bakura gave a humorless snort. "If you must." He spat.
Ryou needed no second bidding, he bolted up from his chair and ran out the door, away from his patiently dangerous Yami. "Yeah dad?" He asked, flying down the stairs at top speed.
"I have something to talk to you about." Charles said, he was sitting in the snug little kitchen, a coffee cup on the round scrubbed table and reading a newspaper. He looked up as Ryou walked in the room.
"Umm, okay." Ryou said, taking the seat across from his father.
Charles slowly folded the newspaper, making sure the edges matched up perfectly before setting it on the table and giving Ryou a stern look. To Ryou this meant something bad. "What are you thinking about?" He asked his son.
"Umm, what do you men?" Ryou asked, a little confused.
"What are you thinking about, right now. You look like you're in the middle of a great thought." Charles said.
//Go ahead, tell your father you're worried about what kind of mood I'm in, go a head, or are you scared?// Bakura laughed through their mind link.
Ryou stirred a little. /Master you-you now I-I can't/
//I know.//
"Ryou?" Charles asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Umm, not much dad, wondering what you want to talk to me about." Ryou lied quickly, fighting back his fears of how badly Bakura would hurt his as soon as his father was gone on a dig
"Lire." Charles said with a grin. "But that's okay. Now, what I wanted to talk to you about." Charles said on a more business like tone. "One of my close friends-Professor Mall, remember him?" Ryou nodded. "Well he past away two weeks ago."
"Oh I so sorry dad, I didn't know." Ryou said looking at his dad sympathetically.
Mr. Bakura held up a hand to stop Ryou. "Oh, It's okay son. But when he died he left his daughter, Beth with no relatives and no place to go. I was wondering, if you wouldn't mind- if you didn't care, well, if we could adopt her." He said at last.
//NO!// Bakura yelled mentally, making Ryou rub his head in a pain.
"Uh, I don't know dad. Is she really important to you?" Ryou said, wincing a little as Bakura filled his mind with orders and outrage.
"Mall was a very dear friend, and I though, you know, it might be good for you as well to have a sibling as well." Charles said smiling.
"Um, can I think about it dad?" He asked, a Bakura threatened to rib his limbs off and feed them to him.
"Yes of course." Charles said smiling wider. "How about this, I have to go out on a short dig in a few minutes, only a day or two long, you can give me the answer when I get back, okay?"
"Okay dad." Ryou said smiling.
Charles checked his watch and cursed. "I'm going to miss my plain if I don't hurry, have a good weekend Ryou, I'll be back soon!" Charles stood up and gave Ryou a quick hug, scooped up his brief case and yelled good bye.
Ryou sighed as he heard the car door open and went out side to wave good bye to his father.
"Bye dad, have fun!" He said, pulling on a fake smile.
"Remember to think about it!" Charles yelled.
"I well!" Ryou said. He shut the door with a sigh and turned around, coming face to face (or face to chest, seeing how Ryou was so short) with Bakura.
"I think you've finished thinking weakling." Bakura snapped.
"Ba-Ba- Master." Ryou muttered.
Bakura hit him across the face, causing him to whimper in pain.
"I well not have some snot nosed little runt like your self move in here!" Bakura snapped.
"But Bakura, it's really special to my dad, I could tell, he-" Ryou started.
"What!" Bakura hit him again, causing Ryou to sink to the floor with a moan. "I told you idiot! You never call me Bakura! I am you master and you shall call me that!" He nudged his toe under Ryou's side and kicked hard, causing Ryou to doable up with pain.
"Bakura!" He whimpered. "Please."
"You make me very angry Ryou, you know that? Out of all the people in the world I had to your Yami, it's a disgrace.!" Bakura snarled, kicking him harder.
Ryou curled up in the fetal possession, trying to shield his soft stomach from any more of Bakura's strikes. Giving an evil smiled, Bakura nudged a foot under his spine and kicked harder than before, sending Ryou headfirst into a table. He made an indistinct noise in his throat, trying to fight the pain that clawed at his mind like a wounded animal.
Bakura reached down and pulled Ryou up by the shirtfront, Ryou closed his eyes in fear as he was pushed up against the wall with enough force to knock the breath out of him.
"Bakura." He whispered, eyes snapping open as he gasped for air. "Yami!" He said desperately. But instead of stopping Bakura snarled and spat at Ryou, mixing spit with blood. He pulled a switchblade from his back pocket and pressed it to Ryou's face, watching with satisfaction as Ryou yelled out when the blade cut deep into his cheek. Blood trickled down onto Bakura's hands, staining them blood red.
"Bakura!" Ryou yelled, as Bakura drew the blade across Ryou's shaking chest. "My Yami! Please Yami! Stop!" He cried, tears mixing now with the spit and blood on his face, turning it a dull pink color.
Bakura's only answer was to throw Ryou down hard, causing the boy's head to crack hard on the coffee table. Ryou felt pain take control of his body, saw his vision waver, flickering twice, then nothing but blackness.
"Stand up." He heard Bakura's voice from the darkness, a dark red spark in the blackness of his world.
He tried to open his mouth to speak, but fear and pain had taken him over completely, causing him to scream. The dark red spark came closer, but never growing, it vibrated, as though it was the beating of a heart. Ryou realized, though his screams, that it was ended Bakura's heart, the glow was his core of magic, his spark of life. He felt Bakura touch his face, in a almost loving motion. The spark wavered, then turned black, fading away. He was lifted from the coffee table. Felt the cold side of a blade, push on his face threatening to turn to the edge and break the skin. He whimpered, as his screams faded, felt the blade turn, slice his face, scalp, the felt a tugging on his head as some one pulled on his hair. As if a last fight Ryou screamed, loud and perching. It broke the silence of the night. Ryou's eye lids flickered, then closed and he felt nothing but his mind slipping away from consciousness.
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Repmet- *Pointing gun at Seto's head, and smiling at Ryou* I'm sorry Ryou, I didn't really want to hurt you that bad in this fic.
Ryou- It's okay, you warned me in 'What I thought I lost'
Repmet- I guess I did.
Ryou- R AND R PLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAS
Fluff- Yep.
Repmet- and we owe inspiration for this fic to two people. (1) Miss WSJ or Wingleader Sora Jade! Thanks for all the inspiration! And ideas! (2) Tamora Perice. Yep, that's right! Good old Tammy P! She wrote some of the best teen books in the world if you didn't know. I kinder used her Idea of Diane being able to see people's magical cores.
Fluff- We also give WSJ credit for some of that too.
Repmet-She has this really great fic series, starting with Vision's of the Heart, I really owe her lots and lots and lots of credit for this fic. You can read he totally wonderfully stuff by going to my favorites
Fluff- Repmet says she's going to try to stay nice and non-hyper for this fic. I don't believe her.
Seto- Me neither,.
Joey- Grrr, I believe in Repmet!
Seto- You would.
Joey- -__- What's that suppose to mean.
Seto- Only that you're really stupid! ^__^
Repmet- Take that back!
Seto- *Sticking tong out* No!
Repmet- Let me ask you one thing............. Do you feel lucky..........punk!
Seto-NO!!!! DIRTY HARRY!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Fluff- Sigh, we don't own Yu-gi-oh, Clint Eastwood, Tamora Perice, or WJS (DUH!!!!)
Repmet- All flames well be used to burn picket signs supporting people running against President G W. Bush in the up coming election. Beware. *pounces on Seto, pistols raised* Prepare to meet thy doom! Yon scavy dog! Death me thy name, justice be survived thus forth. So decrees I, the all might Repmet Of DOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
Fluff- Ignore her. Also, we're testing some HTML, I hope it works, if not, then it's back to the plain bad format.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
~* Forever in Darkness, Forever in Night *~
Chapter-Fight
"Ryou, son!" Yelled Ryou's father Charles Bakura. "I need to talk to you!!!"
Ryou who was currently upstairs doing his homework was more than happy to get out of his room. Bakura, the spirit of the Millennium Ring, was in a particular foul mood today and couldn't wait to vent his anger on his smaller other half. Bakura rolled his eyes as Ryou gave him a furtive glance.
"Master, ermm, can I?" He asked quietly, looking at the ground.
Bakura gave a humorless snort. "If you must." He spat.
Ryou needed no second bidding, he bolted up from his chair and ran out the door, away from his patiently dangerous Yami. "Yeah dad?" He asked, flying down the stairs at top speed.
"I have something to talk to you about." Charles said, he was sitting in the snug little kitchen, a coffee cup on the round scrubbed table and reading a newspaper. He looked up as Ryou walked in the room.
"Umm, okay." Ryou said, taking the seat across from his father.
Charles slowly folded the newspaper, making sure the edges matched up perfectly before setting it on the table and giving Ryou a stern look. To Ryou this meant something bad. "What are you thinking about?" He asked his son.
"Umm, what do you men?" Ryou asked, a little confused.
"What are you thinking about, right now. You look like you're in the middle of a great thought." Charles said.
//Go ahead, tell your father you're worried about what kind of mood I'm in, go a head, or are you scared?// Bakura laughed through their mind link.
Ryou stirred a little. /Master you-you now I-I can't/
//I know.//
"Ryou?" Charles asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Umm, not much dad, wondering what you want to talk to me about." Ryou lied quickly, fighting back his fears of how badly Bakura would hurt his as soon as his father was gone on a dig
"Lire." Charles said with a grin. "But that's okay. Now, what I wanted to talk to you about." Charles said on a more business like tone. "One of my close friends-Professor Mall, remember him?" Ryou nodded. "Well he past away two weeks ago."
"Oh I so sorry dad, I didn't know." Ryou said looking at his dad sympathetically.
Mr. Bakura held up a hand to stop Ryou. "Oh, It's okay son. But when he died he left his daughter, Beth with no relatives and no place to go. I was wondering, if you wouldn't mind- if you didn't care, well, if we could adopt her." He said at last.
//NO!// Bakura yelled mentally, making Ryou rub his head in a pain.
"Uh, I don't know dad. Is she really important to you?" Ryou said, wincing a little as Bakura filled his mind with orders and outrage.
"Mall was a very dear friend, and I though, you know, it might be good for you as well to have a sibling as well." Charles said smiling.
"Um, can I think about it dad?" He asked, a Bakura threatened to rib his limbs off and feed them to him.
"Yes of course." Charles said smiling wider. "How about this, I have to go out on a short dig in a few minutes, only a day or two long, you can give me the answer when I get back, okay?"
"Okay dad." Ryou said smiling.
Charles checked his watch and cursed. "I'm going to miss my plain if I don't hurry, have a good weekend Ryou, I'll be back soon!" Charles stood up and gave Ryou a quick hug, scooped up his brief case and yelled good bye.
Ryou sighed as he heard the car door open and went out side to wave good bye to his father.
"Bye dad, have fun!" He said, pulling on a fake smile.
"Remember to think about it!" Charles yelled.
"I well!" Ryou said. He shut the door with a sigh and turned around, coming face to face (or face to chest, seeing how Ryou was so short) with Bakura.
"I think you've finished thinking weakling." Bakura snapped.
"Ba-Ba- Master." Ryou muttered.
Bakura hit him across the face, causing him to whimper in pain.
"I well not have some snot nosed little runt like your self move in here!" Bakura snapped.
"But Bakura, it's really special to my dad, I could tell, he-" Ryou started.
"What!" Bakura hit him again, causing Ryou to sink to the floor with a moan. "I told you idiot! You never call me Bakura! I am you master and you shall call me that!" He nudged his toe under Ryou's side and kicked hard, causing Ryou to doable up with pain.
"Bakura!" He whimpered. "Please."
"You make me very angry Ryou, you know that? Out of all the people in the world I had to your Yami, it's a disgrace.!" Bakura snarled, kicking him harder.
Ryou curled up in the fetal possession, trying to shield his soft stomach from any more of Bakura's strikes. Giving an evil smiled, Bakura nudged a foot under his spine and kicked harder than before, sending Ryou headfirst into a table. He made an indistinct noise in his throat, trying to fight the pain that clawed at his mind like a wounded animal.
Bakura reached down and pulled Ryou up by the shirtfront, Ryou closed his eyes in fear as he was pushed up against the wall with enough force to knock the breath out of him.
"Bakura." He whispered, eyes snapping open as he gasped for air. "Yami!" He said desperately. But instead of stopping Bakura snarled and spat at Ryou, mixing spit with blood. He pulled a switchblade from his back pocket and pressed it to Ryou's face, watching with satisfaction as Ryou yelled out when the blade cut deep into his cheek. Blood trickled down onto Bakura's hands, staining them blood red.
"Bakura!" Ryou yelled, as Bakura drew the blade across Ryou's shaking chest. "My Yami! Please Yami! Stop!" He cried, tears mixing now with the spit and blood on his face, turning it a dull pink color.
Bakura's only answer was to throw Ryou down hard, causing the boy's head to crack hard on the coffee table. Ryou felt pain take control of his body, saw his vision waver, flickering twice, then nothing but blackness.
"Stand up." He heard Bakura's voice from the darkness, a dark red spark in the blackness of his world.
He tried to open his mouth to speak, but fear and pain had taken him over completely, causing him to scream. The dark red spark came closer, but never growing, it vibrated, as though it was the beating of a heart. Ryou realized, though his screams, that it was ended Bakura's heart, the glow was his core of magic, his spark of life. He felt Bakura touch his face, in a almost loving motion. The spark wavered, then turned black, fading away. He was lifted from the coffee table. Felt the cold side of a blade, push on his face threatening to turn to the edge and break the skin. He whimpered, as his screams faded, felt the blade turn, slice his face, scalp, the felt a tugging on his head as some one pulled on his hair. As if a last fight Ryou screamed, loud and perching. It broke the silence of the night. Ryou's eye lids flickered, then closed and he felt nothing but his mind slipping away from consciousness.
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Repmet- *Pointing gun at Seto's head, and smiling at Ryou* I'm sorry Ryou, I didn't really want to hurt you that bad in this fic.
Ryou- It's okay, you warned me in 'What I thought I lost'
Repmet- I guess I did.
Ryou- R AND R PLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAS