A.n.-GOMEN! I'm very sorry on the lateness of this…I really am... but things came up that wouldn't let me write much…the fact that I suddenly got major writers block did NOT help any…but here's the chapter…it's in Ishtar's p.o.v. um, enjoy?:)Review onegai.
And Neko Kakeru, your right 'n' I'm very sorry to torture you all like that…if it helps, hehehe, this chapter contains something I bet ya'all have been looking forward to.
Dedication- R Amythest, WAAAA!, Alz-chan, Moshi, Celestialic, DreamingChild, and MarmaladeGirl.Thank you all for your reviews! ^_^ ^_^ ^_^I all kept going back to them to give me some oomph to write…ty again!!^_^
Disclaimer-I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or this song "Violence Fetish" by Disturbed.
~Bring the violence
It's significant to the life
If you've ever known any one
Bring the violence, it's significant
To the life, cane you feel it?~
~How can you sleep?
When you live with your lies
Out of your mouth
Up from your mind~
Blood on the walls, blood on my hands.
And yet I still feel empty.
The endless sounds of her screams are still echoing through this room, through my mind and quivering inside my soul. My other half is reveling in those visions. He loves the sight of that bitch in pure agony. As did I, there is no sight that can compare to seeing her lying there under my knife where she belonged.
I have ridded this world of her presence, of her lies and deceit. In a way I've done my civic duty to this time. And I am happy she is dead, make no mistake. I'd kill her again and again and again if I could. I'd stretch it on for years and years to come. But I don't have time for years of torturing her. Alive she's too much a risk, too much of a liability. Better dead, don't think I'm being merciful however. She will never know any symbolic of peace ever again.
Her soul is tatters. Wandering the darkness of the Shadow Realm in utter agony. She's been split down the middle. I doubt she even knows who she is anymore, or who she was, I should say. Perhaps some shadow monster will take pity and swallow up her soul completely... if she's lucky that is.
I looked around her apartment. Her parents had given their little princess everything she wanted. Expensive, now broken, trinkets littered her apartment. Anything and everything she had desired had been handed to her. Born with the silver spoon right in her mouth she was. Too bad she didn't choke on it at birth. Would've saved us all a lot of trouble.
But that doesn't matter now. She's gone. Long gone. I leaned against the wall, imprinting the image before me in my mind.
Drip…drip…drip….
Crimson dribbles down the walls, the once pink-carpeted floor glows a vibrant red. Warm and alive in ways that make a smile twitch at my lips. I do love my work. I did an excellent job this time. I doubt that even her own dotting parents will be able to identity what's left of their 'perfect little girl'.
Hahaha…I truly have out done myself, haven't I?
Why then? Why does it feel as though nothing has changed? Why does it feel like all her death has done is make matters worse?
And why isn't he...ah, I spoke too soon.
He's on his way. I can feel him. Bakura. Looks like he's angry too. Aw, poor baby. Hehehe!
That's when I felt it.
A sudden warming through out my body, a sugary sweetness that filled me to my very core. This was what I had really wanted. Vengeance on her meant nothing to me. She wasn't really the cause of all this chaos. Oh, she might've laid the groundwork, but the real one was that that know it all little prick Bakura. Always had to have it all even back then. Well, you screwed it up Bakura. And I'm going to enjoy turning your whole world into ashes right before your eyes.
~That kind of thinking stars a chain reaction
You are a time bomb ticking away
You need to release~
~What you're feeling inside
Let out the beast
That you're trying to hide
Step right up and be part of the action
Get your game face on because it's time to play~
I looked around the room until my eyes fell onto Anzu's dresser. Yes, there it was. Just where I left it. Or what was left of it anyway. I made her eat the rest of it. It was amuseing to watch her.
As the light of her conceited soul was fading, but she was still very much alive under my power, as she forcibly chewed on her own heart while her one eye was crying like crazy while the other empty socket just stared blankly out…ah, beautiful memories. Funny memories at that. Hehe.
I walked over and picked up what was left of her little heart and crossed my arms, hiding it underneath my elbow. I leaned back onto it, leaning casually on the corner of her blood soaked dresser. Ah, we had fun, me and her. Lots of fun. Now when's that little pussy Bakura going to get up here to give my reward for this little job? It took a lot of energy you know. And I want what I deserve for it. His broken spirit. And I know I'm gonna get it. Hahaha…too perfect. This is going to be priceless….
"ANZUUUUUUUUUU!!!"
I smirked at his cry as he flew through the door, it whacked against the wall as it vibrated from the harsh impact. He stared around at the ruby soaked room, he drew in a breath sharply, red-brown eyes shimmered like cut diamonds.
"Looking for someone?" I drawled.
He turned sharply to the side, his eyes locking onto me. Anguish riveted through his gaze and I was proud to be one to put it there. Crumble, Bakura, just crumble. It's no less then you deserve.
~You're pushing and fighting your way
You're ripping it up~
His entire body trembled and I watched tears fill those once hard eyes. Tears of utter hatred and sorrow. Good. Pain is good Bakura. I hope you drown in it.
"Why?"
The question came out clearer then I expected. No tremble, no ragged breaths to betray the torment I could so clearly see in those ageless orbs of his. I pouted in disappointment.
"Why not? What goes around comes around, Bakura, you know that."
"You killed Anzu-koi…."
An inhumane growl escaped his lips and he charged at me with murder reflecting all over his face. I dodged languidly. He was like an enraged animal, nothing more and nothing less. My work was done. I'd stripped away the one thing he had wanted, spell or not, just as he had Ryou. I'd torn him asunder in the same manner.
There is one thing we Yami's hadn't shared with our Hikari counter parts.
The spell only works if there is a tiny pebble of desire there. Even if it's the tiniest glimpse of it, a sand kernel of it…that's how her spell worked. She didn't just want him to mindlessly want her. She wanted to make sure he had desired her from the beginning. And he had.
And that is why I hate him so much.
This was never about Anzu, this was about Bakura not being able to make up his god damn mind. The spell only gave him a nudge to the open doorway of betrayal. He's the one that had to step through it. I dangled what was left of her heart in front of me, tossing it over to him. He caught it, dropping it the instant he realized what it was. Whose it was. Hahaha…
"Sayonara, Bakura. I'll see you in hell."
I whispered the farewell, smirking as he charged at me again. His hands rested on my throat and began to squeeze just as I allowed the power of the Sennen Rod to flush through me. A cocoon of warmth born of the coldest shadows wrapped around me, soothing an ache I barely even noticed any more. I opened my red lavender eyes to see my soul room around me.
~How do you live without playing he game?
Sit on the side and expect to keep sane
Step right up and be a part of the action
Come get a piece of it before it's too late~
~Take a look around
You can't deny what you see
We're living in a violent society~
~Well, my brother, let me show you a better way
So get your game face on because it's time to play
You're pushing and fighting your way, you're ripping it up~
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and dropped backward onto the many silk pillows that made up my 'bed'.
I'd done it.
Ryou-chan…you're avenged now. Well, I wouldn't go that far. I can never really avenge all the pain you've been forced to endure, even with my immortal life. Or Bakura's for that matter. Nothing done will ever take away what he has bestowed on you. But I will help you. I'll help you forget him, and give you the life and love you deserve.
Malik cares for you and as do I. We can widen our partnership to include you. A possessive part of me growled in protest at sharing my Hikari, even with another Hikari like Ryou. But another part of me really didn't mind the idea of having *two* Hikaris to love and cuddle on.
Not that the great Yami of the Rod cuddles on any one. No, that wouldn't be…ahem, yes. Moving on. I sat up slowly. Speaking of my Hikari…I wonder what he is doing…I reached out to him, feeling that soul of his curl up to mine. Still enjoying the visions of Anzu's death. Not surprising. My koi's love for the boy borders upon obsession. The damage Anzu had helped to cause on his once stainless soul was a sin that could not be forgiven in his eyes.
Just as Bakura's betrayal will never be forgiven in mine.
There is only one problem that remains. Beneath his shield of hatred and sorrowful rage, Ryou is still Ryou. His ability to forgive still runs deep, and no matter what he may pretend, I know he still cares for Bakura regardless of what he has done.
I felt a snarl lift my lips. Bakura would only hurt Ryou again and again. Maybe not intentionally, but he would. It's in his nature to destroy him. I know this. Ryou is too fragile for Bakura, he will only be crushed again and again. And like glass, when he is broken he may be repaired once and if ones luck is high perhaps twice, but in there will come a time when he won't be able to just be glued back together. He's struggling even now, what will he do when Bakura harms him again?
What lengths will he go to make the pain disappear?
I understand what pain can do to the mind. I enjoy inflicting what I know on those who are worthy of my talents, but because of that knowledge I know what will happen to Ryou. If madness will not take him, the Underworld will. And I won't be able to stop it, I will not be able to protect him. Not from himself, and not from the other half of his very soul. I can try, but I will fail.
Ryou's only hope is to break away from Bakura. But even now, after all that has happened now and in the past, I know that he will not. The boy's love is a force of it's own, deep and calm like water, rushing down to drown the one he chooses to bestow it upon with a blissful intensity.
Bakura is fire, harsh and bright. Beautiful and beguiling to gaze upon, but once you get close enough he will burn you. Badly, harshly and many a time without even a shred of regret. Wrap your arms around him, gift to him your very heart and soul if you wish and he will turn you to ash.
I tried to forget all of this in our last life. I tried to forget that Bakura is still Bakura, and while in some ways he may seem to be the victim of all this, he is not. Bakura acts for himself, he indulges himself in his own pleasures, he will drink from the cup that is Ryou's life with an insatiable hunger. And when Ryou is so warped up inside, until he is dry in every way he will die.
Horribly, painfully.
I thought that Ryou would balance out Bakura. After all, is that not the very nature of a Yami–Hikari bond? That's what happened with Malik and I. He is the light to my darkness, I would die to protect him and would kill any who dare to look twice at him with any... expression. He is mine, and I would destroy any who tried to say different. Look at Yuugi and the Pharaoh, they compliment each other's personalities well.
It should be the same for Ryou and Bakura, but it is not.
Pain, hatred, lust, love, and sorrow are the chains that bind them together. Inseparable are they even in death. I cannot change this, and even if I could I dare say it would do more harm to the snow-haired Hikari then anything else. For like it or not, they do need each other. They ease the rough, soul searing agony inside that calls for each other. They are trapped for eternity in this waltz of misery.
What will I do?
Will I lay here and let fate take its course? Will I allow Ryou to make his own choice, knowing all too well that it will be the wrong one? Will I stand by and watch him die again?
I don't know.
I don't know anything any more. The only way to protect Ryou would be to destroy him, and even in death he will not be free. You cannot be free from the other half of your very being. It doesn't work that way. Bakura will follow him, no matter where he goes, where he runs he will always be there, nipping at his heels.
Gods, when did I become so melodramatic?
But it is the truth, I can't deny that. Anzu is dead, but the story isn't over. What will Ryou do? Take Bakura back? The thought seems likely, but then again... the fury that dwells within Ryou can't be sated that easily…or can it? I rolled over, drawing one of my numerous pillows to my chest.
All there is to now is wait and see; I'll interfere if I can…but I don't think I can do much good here. Ryou does desire Malik and I…but that doesn't mean that he will shun Bakura for us. Or does it?
Gah. Riddles. That's what this is, one giant riddle that, as soon as one piece is solved, you go right back the beginning because the problem was never really solved at all.
Still, I'm happy the witch is dead…but a battle won doesn't mean you can't still lose the war. And the stakes are high…so very high.
Ra….please…
Ryou…
Hang onto your hate…it may be all that saves you…
I closed my eyes.
I hate wild cards.
~So tell me what am I suppose to be?
Another goddman drone?
Tell me what I am supposed to be
Should I leave it on the inside?
Should I get ready to play?~
A.n.-And we stop there. My deepest apologies for the lateness on this chapter. I've been…distracted I guess you could say and I've had a bit of writer's block as well. I hope you all liked this chapter. I wasn't gonna write about Anzu's death…Buuuuuuuuuut, I thought after all the trouble she caused ya'all deserved to know for sure that yes, ding dong the bitch is dead!^_^ lol :) Review onegai…
And Neko Kakeru, your right 'n' I'm very sorry to torture you all like that…if it helps, hehehe, this chapter contains something I bet ya'all have been looking forward to.
Dedication- R Amythest, WAAAA!, Alz-chan, Moshi, Celestialic, DreamingChild, and MarmaladeGirl.Thank you all for your reviews! ^_^ ^_^ ^_^I all kept going back to them to give me some oomph to write…ty again!!^_^
Disclaimer-I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or this song "Violence Fetish" by Disturbed.
~Bring the violence
It's significant to the life
If you've ever known any one
Bring the violence, it's significant
To the life, cane you feel it?~
~How can you sleep?
When you live with your lies
Out of your mouth
Up from your mind~
Blood on the walls, blood on my hands.
And yet I still feel empty.
The endless sounds of her screams are still echoing through this room, through my mind and quivering inside my soul. My other half is reveling in those visions. He loves the sight of that bitch in pure agony. As did I, there is no sight that can compare to seeing her lying there under my knife where she belonged.
I have ridded this world of her presence, of her lies and deceit. In a way I've done my civic duty to this time. And I am happy she is dead, make no mistake. I'd kill her again and again and again if I could. I'd stretch it on for years and years to come. But I don't have time for years of torturing her. Alive she's too much a risk, too much of a liability. Better dead, don't think I'm being merciful however. She will never know any symbolic of peace ever again.
Her soul is tatters. Wandering the darkness of the Shadow Realm in utter agony. She's been split down the middle. I doubt she even knows who she is anymore, or who she was, I should say. Perhaps some shadow monster will take pity and swallow up her soul completely... if she's lucky that is.
I looked around her apartment. Her parents had given their little princess everything she wanted. Expensive, now broken, trinkets littered her apartment. Anything and everything she had desired had been handed to her. Born with the silver spoon right in her mouth she was. Too bad she didn't choke on it at birth. Would've saved us all a lot of trouble.
But that doesn't matter now. She's gone. Long gone. I leaned against the wall, imprinting the image before me in my mind.
Drip…drip…drip….
Crimson dribbles down the walls, the once pink-carpeted floor glows a vibrant red. Warm and alive in ways that make a smile twitch at my lips. I do love my work. I did an excellent job this time. I doubt that even her own dotting parents will be able to identity what's left of their 'perfect little girl'.
Hahaha…I truly have out done myself, haven't I?
Why then? Why does it feel as though nothing has changed? Why does it feel like all her death has done is make matters worse?
And why isn't he...ah, I spoke too soon.
He's on his way. I can feel him. Bakura. Looks like he's angry too. Aw, poor baby. Hehehe!
That's when I felt it.
A sudden warming through out my body, a sugary sweetness that filled me to my very core. This was what I had really wanted. Vengeance on her meant nothing to me. She wasn't really the cause of all this chaos. Oh, she might've laid the groundwork, but the real one was that that know it all little prick Bakura. Always had to have it all even back then. Well, you screwed it up Bakura. And I'm going to enjoy turning your whole world into ashes right before your eyes.
~That kind of thinking stars a chain reaction
You are a time bomb ticking away
You need to release~
~What you're feeling inside
Let out the beast
That you're trying to hide
Step right up and be part of the action
Get your game face on because it's time to play~
I looked around the room until my eyes fell onto Anzu's dresser. Yes, there it was. Just where I left it. Or what was left of it anyway. I made her eat the rest of it. It was amuseing to watch her.
As the light of her conceited soul was fading, but she was still very much alive under my power, as she forcibly chewed on her own heart while her one eye was crying like crazy while the other empty socket just stared blankly out…ah, beautiful memories. Funny memories at that. Hehe.
I walked over and picked up what was left of her little heart and crossed my arms, hiding it underneath my elbow. I leaned back onto it, leaning casually on the corner of her blood soaked dresser. Ah, we had fun, me and her. Lots of fun. Now when's that little pussy Bakura going to get up here to give my reward for this little job? It took a lot of energy you know. And I want what I deserve for it. His broken spirit. And I know I'm gonna get it. Hahaha…too perfect. This is going to be priceless….
"ANZUUUUUUUUUU!!!"
I smirked at his cry as he flew through the door, it whacked against the wall as it vibrated from the harsh impact. He stared around at the ruby soaked room, he drew in a breath sharply, red-brown eyes shimmered like cut diamonds.
"Looking for someone?" I drawled.
He turned sharply to the side, his eyes locking onto me. Anguish riveted through his gaze and I was proud to be one to put it there. Crumble, Bakura, just crumble. It's no less then you deserve.
~You're pushing and fighting your way
You're ripping it up~
His entire body trembled and I watched tears fill those once hard eyes. Tears of utter hatred and sorrow. Good. Pain is good Bakura. I hope you drown in it.
"Why?"
The question came out clearer then I expected. No tremble, no ragged breaths to betray the torment I could so clearly see in those ageless orbs of his. I pouted in disappointment.
"Why not? What goes around comes around, Bakura, you know that."
"You killed Anzu-koi…."
An inhumane growl escaped his lips and he charged at me with murder reflecting all over his face. I dodged languidly. He was like an enraged animal, nothing more and nothing less. My work was done. I'd stripped away the one thing he had wanted, spell or not, just as he had Ryou. I'd torn him asunder in the same manner.
There is one thing we Yami's hadn't shared with our Hikari counter parts.
The spell only works if there is a tiny pebble of desire there. Even if it's the tiniest glimpse of it, a sand kernel of it…that's how her spell worked. She didn't just want him to mindlessly want her. She wanted to make sure he had desired her from the beginning. And he had.
And that is why I hate him so much.
This was never about Anzu, this was about Bakura not being able to make up his god damn mind. The spell only gave him a nudge to the open doorway of betrayal. He's the one that had to step through it. I dangled what was left of her heart in front of me, tossing it over to him. He caught it, dropping it the instant he realized what it was. Whose it was. Hahaha…
"Sayonara, Bakura. I'll see you in hell."
I whispered the farewell, smirking as he charged at me again. His hands rested on my throat and began to squeeze just as I allowed the power of the Sennen Rod to flush through me. A cocoon of warmth born of the coldest shadows wrapped around me, soothing an ache I barely even noticed any more. I opened my red lavender eyes to see my soul room around me.
~How do you live without playing he game?
Sit on the side and expect to keep sane
Step right up and be a part of the action
Come get a piece of it before it's too late~
~Take a look around
You can't deny what you see
We're living in a violent society~
~Well, my brother, let me show you a better way
So get your game face on because it's time to play
You're pushing and fighting your way, you're ripping it up~
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and dropped backward onto the many silk pillows that made up my 'bed'.
I'd done it.
Ryou-chan…you're avenged now. Well, I wouldn't go that far. I can never really avenge all the pain you've been forced to endure, even with my immortal life. Or Bakura's for that matter. Nothing done will ever take away what he has bestowed on you. But I will help you. I'll help you forget him, and give you the life and love you deserve.
Malik cares for you and as do I. We can widen our partnership to include you. A possessive part of me growled in protest at sharing my Hikari, even with another Hikari like Ryou. But another part of me really didn't mind the idea of having *two* Hikaris to love and cuddle on.
Not that the great Yami of the Rod cuddles on any one. No, that wouldn't be…ahem, yes. Moving on. I sat up slowly. Speaking of my Hikari…I wonder what he is doing…I reached out to him, feeling that soul of his curl up to mine. Still enjoying the visions of Anzu's death. Not surprising. My koi's love for the boy borders upon obsession. The damage Anzu had helped to cause on his once stainless soul was a sin that could not be forgiven in his eyes.
Just as Bakura's betrayal will never be forgiven in mine.
There is only one problem that remains. Beneath his shield of hatred and sorrowful rage, Ryou is still Ryou. His ability to forgive still runs deep, and no matter what he may pretend, I know he still cares for Bakura regardless of what he has done.
I felt a snarl lift my lips. Bakura would only hurt Ryou again and again. Maybe not intentionally, but he would. It's in his nature to destroy him. I know this. Ryou is too fragile for Bakura, he will only be crushed again and again. And like glass, when he is broken he may be repaired once and if ones luck is high perhaps twice, but in there will come a time when he won't be able to just be glued back together. He's struggling even now, what will he do when Bakura harms him again?
What lengths will he go to make the pain disappear?
I understand what pain can do to the mind. I enjoy inflicting what I know on those who are worthy of my talents, but because of that knowledge I know what will happen to Ryou. If madness will not take him, the Underworld will. And I won't be able to stop it, I will not be able to protect him. Not from himself, and not from the other half of his very soul. I can try, but I will fail.
Ryou's only hope is to break away from Bakura. But even now, after all that has happened now and in the past, I know that he will not. The boy's love is a force of it's own, deep and calm like water, rushing down to drown the one he chooses to bestow it upon with a blissful intensity.
Bakura is fire, harsh and bright. Beautiful and beguiling to gaze upon, but once you get close enough he will burn you. Badly, harshly and many a time without even a shred of regret. Wrap your arms around him, gift to him your very heart and soul if you wish and he will turn you to ash.
I tried to forget all of this in our last life. I tried to forget that Bakura is still Bakura, and while in some ways he may seem to be the victim of all this, he is not. Bakura acts for himself, he indulges himself in his own pleasures, he will drink from the cup that is Ryou's life with an insatiable hunger. And when Ryou is so warped up inside, until he is dry in every way he will die.
Horribly, painfully.
I thought that Ryou would balance out Bakura. After all, is that not the very nature of a Yami–Hikari bond? That's what happened with Malik and I. He is the light to my darkness, I would die to protect him and would kill any who dare to look twice at him with any... expression. He is mine, and I would destroy any who tried to say different. Look at Yuugi and the Pharaoh, they compliment each other's personalities well.
It should be the same for Ryou and Bakura, but it is not.
Pain, hatred, lust, love, and sorrow are the chains that bind them together. Inseparable are they even in death. I cannot change this, and even if I could I dare say it would do more harm to the snow-haired Hikari then anything else. For like it or not, they do need each other. They ease the rough, soul searing agony inside that calls for each other. They are trapped for eternity in this waltz of misery.
What will I do?
Will I lay here and let fate take its course? Will I allow Ryou to make his own choice, knowing all too well that it will be the wrong one? Will I stand by and watch him die again?
I don't know.
I don't know anything any more. The only way to protect Ryou would be to destroy him, and even in death he will not be free. You cannot be free from the other half of your very being. It doesn't work that way. Bakura will follow him, no matter where he goes, where he runs he will always be there, nipping at his heels.
Gods, when did I become so melodramatic?
But it is the truth, I can't deny that. Anzu is dead, but the story isn't over. What will Ryou do? Take Bakura back? The thought seems likely, but then again... the fury that dwells within Ryou can't be sated that easily…or can it? I rolled over, drawing one of my numerous pillows to my chest.
All there is to now is wait and see; I'll interfere if I can…but I don't think I can do much good here. Ryou does desire Malik and I…but that doesn't mean that he will shun Bakura for us. Or does it?
Gah. Riddles. That's what this is, one giant riddle that, as soon as one piece is solved, you go right back the beginning because the problem was never really solved at all.
Still, I'm happy the witch is dead…but a battle won doesn't mean you can't still lose the war. And the stakes are high…so very high.
Ra….please…
Ryou…
Hang onto your hate…it may be all that saves you…
I closed my eyes.
I hate wild cards.
~So tell me what am I suppose to be?
Another goddman drone?
Tell me what I am supposed to be
Should I leave it on the inside?
Should I get ready to play?~
A.n.-And we stop there. My deepest apologies for the lateness on this chapter. I've been…distracted I guess you could say and I've had a bit of writer's block as well. I hope you all liked this chapter. I wasn't gonna write about Anzu's death…Buuuuuuuuuut, I thought after all the trouble she caused ya'all deserved to know for sure that yes, ding dong the bitch is dead!^_^ lol :) Review onegai…