This is in evil bakura's POV (point of view)
***** in Duelist Kingdom **********
"Bakura has betrayed me, so I need another host body," I explain to 'my friend.' "And unless you want to end up like those dimwitted guards, I suggest you give me his body."
I search Bakura's memory files for this mortal's name. Tristan. His brown eyes were narrowed at me, but I could easily read the fear that lurked around the edges of his pupils. I meant good on my word. Another victim would serve me well. I tapped my foot impatiently. "Well?". Finally. My own body instead of sharing! I was willing to give anything up for that privilege. I would be loyal to myself, that was for sure. I would trust no one again.
"I . . . .guess you're right," he concedes, handing the boy over. "I'm no match for you. Here, take 'im."
"That's true," I agree. Greedily, my hands grasp the limp, soulless body of my victim with relish. With an empty mind to exploit, the things I could do! Dreamily, I hoist the body up. I shall begin the transfer immediately.
"Not!" I hear as we are being shoved, hard. It catches me slightly off guard, and I stumble. No! The Tristan fool grabs my millenium ring around my neck and yanks it off. "Since this is what makes you act this way, then I'll just hafta get rid of it. Good riddance!" he yells, chucking it over the high cliff with emphasis.
That's what you think. I let my soon-to-be old body slump forward in feign defeat. Tristan hoists me up along with my soon-to-be-new body. I let my arms dangle down over the oaf's back and take the young, healthy boy's hand, mouthing silent transplantation chant aloud. I let go of my old body, and enter the new one.
Good bye . . .. but I'm not finished making you pay, traitor . . .. I swear an oath. Not quite, Bakura . . . . My eyes close with exhaustion; I need to rest. No one betrays me and lives to tell about it. No one.
******little later ******
My head feels drowsy, as if just awakened from a long sleep. It is faintly reminiscent of my 5000 year old nap from before. My eyes open wider as I hold my hands up. They are slightly tan, not pale white anymore. Everything feels strange. What happened. . . ? Oh, yes. . . . I remember the Exchange. An evil grin stretches my face.
It worked! Things couldn't be any better.
My old host is slumped beside me. He stirs and mumbles. Quickly, I summon my Ring, and hide it around my neck for safekeeping.. I play dead as I watch the Traitor through slitted eyes as he gets up.
The hapless fool looks puzzled. I realize he might notice I'm gone, and give me away. That would ruin my plans. I must not let him suspect anything. Stealth was key. He yells to the pharaoh and his friends, and they answer, while I start making plans. I shut my eyes as I start to form a strategy. The old owner of this body, what was his name? Oh well. No matter. It would be unwise to figure it out. Besides, Pegasus had taken his soul, along with the old man, and now the boy's brother. The brother. He might prove to be a hindrance. I must not allow him to come back. It could complicate things. I scowl inwardly at my traitor, thinking of ways to make him pay. I kill for less. I smile as I picture his torture. For all eternity, that is. As much as I would like to have retribution, I knew it would have to wait. And that made me angrier to be told to have patience. Even if that was me telling myself.
I decide to focus on Pegasus for now. He had the Millenium Eye; my Millenium Eye. I wanted it.
Cheers from the female and of the other teenagers fills the air. Perfect. Pegasus had lost. The other vessel and his pharoah were only going to ask for the old man's soul, and leave the brothers's behind. Why would they want them? I figure. It serves me well, I told myself. I definitely did not want another hikari to deal with.
One had been enough.
The ecstatic fools are gathered around the stadium as I cleverly slip away. Do they really think this is over? My faithful Ring leads me to the soon-to-be former owner of the Millenium Eye. The coward is blubbering like a baby, as I enter the room.
"You," he says, looking up.
I know that he doesn't mean the younger Kaiba brother. He recognizes me for who I am, and this pleases me. I make quick disposal of him ( lucky man; I am in a hurry) and pocket my reward. On the strewn table, I notice three soul cards.
All are empty . . . . My eyes widen in hatred. Idiot! He wasn't supposed to free the--
Just then I feel it. The repossesion of the boy's soul is like a punch to the stomach, as your lungs bulge painfully from your own air. Too late to do anything about it now, curse him. It seems that Maximillion Pegasus had gotten his revenge! I pause to calm myself.
No matter. I just had to make . . .some adjustments to this unexpected turn of events. True, the older brother of my new ---I could barely think it--- host was free and soon to be searching for me. Walking slowly back, I learn the boy's personality and download his memories into my mind. I am still a master of imitation; it shouldn't be hard to fool everyone. All I had to remember was that I was Mokuba Kaiba now.
***** Later *******
Standing outside with the others, I start to feel nervous. What if someone should notice anything strange? I thought menacing thoughts to the doomed fool who should suspect anything unordinary, as I innocently look around for my "brother" with the others.
Mr. Genius makes his grand entrance, while everyone looks expectantly at me with sickeningly happy grins. I feel my stomach turn nauseatingly as cold sweat runs down the side of my face.
I'll let him have his happy reunion, just this once, I think, as I let the owner take over. He lifts his head, startled for a moment, then runs over to his brother's waiting arms. Gag me. I don't know how much more I can take when I see the dull witted blond wipe away a tear. I'd like to wipe them all off the face of the earth!
Still, I restrain myself, albeit barely. Safely inside, I curse Pegasus for sprouting a heart, probably at the last minute, and making me share a host body again.
All that work for nothing. Curse them all.
TBC
so howazat for the first chap? Strange? Very. Read on, Review, cuz it gets better really. yup yup . . . .!R&R
joey: dull witted . . .?