Oh... Yami is in trouble!

Yami Dazza: Oh! Ohohoh! Torture of my favorite character! giggles insanely (Hikari Dazza: Now I can see why you are my dark side... sweat drop) Well this is the fun part of the story I've been promising! This is why Bakura kidnapped Yami... this is what he wants! I know that'd probably never happen... But that's why its fan fiction. It can happen here! And it does!

I like this part... Poor Yami...

Bakura might be a bit out of character? I really tried to keep him in... But at the same time I wanted to portray him as absolutely mad in this story o.o'

Either way... I like it... and it will get better... :

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me... glances at the gun held to her head then to her Hikari holding it you do realize you're supposed to be my light side...

Summary: A wish came true and Yugi, Yami, Ryou and Bakura now all have their own body's... But Bakura kidnapped Yami!

Thanks go to: Amy! For correcting spelling mistakes!

/.../ Yami/Yugi mind speaking.

A Nightmare Begins.

Yami frowned as he briefly closed his eyes. He had to clear his head and regain his cool other wise he'd never get out of this situation. "What do you want...?" He asked as he ones more opened his eyes though trying not to look strait in to Bakura's. The other laughed making Yami frown ones more. The answer leaving Bakura was short and too the point. "You." He smirked. Yami gasped in disbelief. "What are you talking about?" He demanded voice low. Bakura just kept smirking. He slowly moved forward to lean against Yami putting the weight of his full body against him pinning him to the wall. The hand not holding the knife slowly slid down Yami's cheek. The soft words leaving Bakura's lips made Yami feel sick. "I want you Pharaoh... Do you have any idea how good you look stretched out on the wall like this...?" The hand on Yami's cheek moved further down. Down Yami's neck... chest... traveling further slowly but surely as Bakura spoke. "Your lean body helpless on the wall... The panic in your eyes... I never though I would see that kind of fear there... It's delicious..." He grinned. Yami's eyes grew wide. Bakura had gone mad! He had to be mad? What the heck could he be thinking doing this to him? "Stop it Bakura!" Yami gasped in horror moving to send a foot at Bakura. Yami's knee hit Bakura in the stomach making the white haired spirit stumble back clutching his stomach in pain.

It didn't take Bakura long to recover though. He looked up at Yami a mad grin on his face. "You refuse me? You won't be refusing me for long Pharaoh!" With those words Bakura advanced on Yami quickly. Before Yami had time to realize what was happening he felt the knife slice down his chest. Slicing his shirt in two and cutting in to his flesh. Yami cried out with the pain throwing his head back in anguish as he tried to escape the sharp blade. This only made Bakura laugh more. "Yes! Scream for me Pharaoh!" The look in Bakura's eyes was absolutely insane as he watched Yami cringe and gasp in pain. The knife quickly tracing both long and short scratches and wounds down the tri color haired mans chest.

As Bakura took a step back Yami's body slumped against the wall. His head hung forward facing down as he panted for air. Bakura just giggled. "Poor Pharaoh..." He smirked as he went closer to Yami ones more leaning over to look up at the flushed face. Yami's pretty eyes were wide in disbelief and fear... Yes fear... the fear Bakura had always wanted to see on that pretty face of his. "What happened to the arrogant so sure of himself Pharaoh?" Bakura taunted him tilting his head a bit. "Not so sure you'll win this time? Maybe now you'll understand that you are mine...?" Bakura smirked before turning his attention to Yami's chest. Fascination in his eyes as he watched the blood flow from the wounds and gathering in little streams there. Bakura let a finger gently follow along one of the wounds smirking as he felt Yami try to move away in response to the pain. "So will you be mine?" He asked voice only a whisper as he leaned closer to Yami. Slowly licking a bit of blood of his chest.

Yami flinched at the touch. Bakura really had gone mad this time. How could he do this? How could he ask such a question? Yami Knew Bakura had always hated him... But this? This just didn't make sense! Yami's eyes were wide... but he didn't see what was in front of him... His mind was on something else... Not Bakura, not himself. In his mind Yami was remembering something else... A gentle touch of reassurance... a smile... Innocent amethyst eyes... Yugi... Why was he thinking of Yugi at a time like this? Bakura already admitted that he was fine... and in this case Yami believed him. So it wasn't worry that was making him think of Yugi...

A sharp pain in his right arm roughly pulled Yami back to reality. "Well? Answer me Pharaoh!" Bakura hissed at him impatiently. As Yami hadn't replied to Bakura's question he had let the knife run down Yami's arm leaving a crimson trail. Yami winced and glared at Bakura. His voice was strained with pain as he spoke but his look showed a clear defiance. "I will never obey to you!" Bakura returned his glare before raising the knife. "If that is now you want it..."

...to be continued...