Chapter Six: An unexpected visitor.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Yu-gi-oh. Bought it off a weird Japanese bloke for ten dollars. Why, who's asking?
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"Yugi?"
The small boy flinched as the knife missed him by millimetres. "What the-Ryou, what the HELL are you doing?" Yugi's voice was full of disbelief. Taken by surprise, Ryou was shoved hastily into his soul room, as Bakura quickly took control. Ryou's soul room turned crimson, reflecting both his and his yami's anger. The Ring flickered for a second under his shirt, and then faded as his yami attempted to control his rising emotions.
"Oh that?" he questioned with false cheerfulness. "I was just…practising."
Yugi peered at him suspiciously. "Since when did you have a knife?"
Bakura shrugged carelessly. "A boy, he-he attacked me yesterday. I ran. When I returned later, I saw he had left this behind. So I kept it. I figured it might come in useful."
Yugi stared flatly at him. "I see." Those two words betrayed his uncertainty, and this was emphasised further as the Puzzle glowed, and Yami manifested.
((Pharaoh!)) Bakura hissed. This was followed by curses in Japanese, Arabic and English, his every syllable shaking with hatred. To make matters worse, for himself, he could feel his hikari recovering. Ryou angrily rattled the bars of his soul room as loudly as he could. The loud noise echoed through their head.
Bakura gave the smallest sigh possible and placed a hand to their head. "Is there anything wrong, Ryou?" Yami inquired. His gaze dropped to their right hand, which was still heavily bandaged from yesterday, and to their legs, which were mottled with bruises.
Bakura blinked. He hastily arranged Ryou's features into a 'who, me? I'm just an innocent little hikari' look. The Pharaoh visibly softened, as Bakura knew he would.
"Awww…you like just like my aibou when you do that," he murmured. Quickly remembering whom he was talking to, he straightened. "Anyway…are you sure you're alright?"
Bakura smiled back. "I'm fine….just a slight headache." No thanks to you, baka Pharaoh.
"I'd better leave then." Yami turned to go. As he did, the Puzzle glowed again, and he seemed to become smaller. Bakura knew that the Pharaoh just held himself differently, and that he and the Shrimp were really the same size, but many people were fooled into thinking Yami was taller.
Just before he stepped through the doorway, Yugi turned and gave him a small smile. "See you, Ryou."
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Bakura turned and started massaging his temples. Although it was a lot less trouble than fighting for control, his hikari's shouting and screaming had definitely got on his nerves. He would have to teach him a lesson. Although maybe it would wait till late, when he was less tired. And the waiting, the fear, should knock some sense into his vessel and remind him whom he was dealing with.
Bakura retreated into his soul room, and locked the door shut behind him.
Ryou stood still, making sure his dark half was asleep. Then he walked over to the doorway and pulled out the knife. It took some effort, as it was driven deep into the wood, but he managed it. He held it loosely in his hand.
An hour or so ago, he had been in this position. And this time there would be no interruptions…