Disclaimer! Read me! Yami no Bakura is not my character (damnit!), but is Takahashi Kazuki's. Akasha and the Sennen Amulet however, ARE my characters (as well as "the girlfriend"), so fwee. I didn't write this for profit, bla bla bla - it's just a creative outlet. so FWAH!

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The water's hot.

Almost as hot as the blood I've spilled, but not quite. This water is steaming, it's so hot. It should be burning my hands. I should be yanking my hands out, scowling over the burns, but I'm not. This pain...it doesn't bother me. Not at all. My hands are red enough, anyhow. I'm just washing them off so that they're less crimson.

There it goes. Down the drain. Goodbye. Can't forget soap - my God, almost seventeen years old, and he has scented handsoap. What a queer...argh. As long as I don't think about the flowery smell, I'll be fine.

Oh jeez, the fucking suds are up to my damn arms! What the hell does this boy do with soap like this?! The fuck!

Great, so now my arms are going to be red. Oh, well. I have to change clothes anyway.

There we go. It's gone. Damn, at least the towels in here are normal...just royal blue. Not my favorite color - I prefer scarlet - but it'll do.

His body's on the ground just outside his own room. I suppose I should drag him in, lay him on the bed, and leave him for his girlfriend to find. Jeez, a guy like this has a girlfriend - fruity hand soap and everything.

I didn't kill him, if that's what you're thinking. Just...nicked his arm a bit. That's all. He'll live. I just have to bind the wound so that it stops friggin' bleeding, and he'll be fine. Won't know what the fuck happened to him, but hey, this isn't the first time I've pulled a stunt like this on him before. The kid's strong, I'll give him that much...yeah, I guess I do care about him, a little.

Where the HELL does he keep the bandages at here? Goddamn it. I'll have to tear his sleeve off then, and use that. He's got clothes, he'll live.

Yikes, I must've cut deeper than I thought. Jeez...I hope he's not a hemophiliac, or anemic. Though it's hard to tell...he's pale as hell. Gotta sop up the blood...there. Tied around his bicep. That should stop it for a while, though he'll have to change the dressing after a few hours.

Oh shit...the knife. Where the hell did I put it?

There it is. Right on his desk...and great, there's still blood on it. Not too much though...and I've missed the taste of blood.

I don't know why he puts up with this living Hell I put him through at times like this. I mean...just look at him. He doesn't seem to be the strong type. Just a high-school kid, trying to live his life, new girlfriend...and a ring. A ring...

Damn. Footsteps.

Wait...they're familiar. I know this person that's coming. I can sense her. But...that should be impossible...

Akasha? My love?

This kid...his girlfriend...has the Amulet?

Hey...maybe destiny isn't so cruel, after all.