Now, I don't think I mentioned this...but...THANKS FOR ALL THE COMMENTS! -cries- I feel so talented!!! But, for your viewing pleasure, CHAPTER 3! Enjoi! Oh, and again, I didn't mention this, but I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, blah, blah, blah, yanno the drill. ^^
Chap 3
"What fools! If they only knew what I was planning. That useless, pathetic boy. He was too pure, so I couldn't fully control him. But now, with him out of the picture, the world is mine for the taking."
"Don't get ahead of yourself. The child is out of our way, but Yami must be destroyed."
The ghostly spirit turned to face the throne, where Malik sat, Millennium Rod in hand. "Malik, listen to me. I have this under control."
With a fierce voice, Malik snapped, "That's what you said last time, Bakura. I trust you, you know that, but I can only take so much."
"I understand that. You just focus on that pest, Seto Kaiba." Bakura moved closer, but Malik raised his staff to him.
"Bakura, not another step. Go find the child's body, take it over, and destroy Yami. I'll take care of the Kaiba brothers..."
"Yes, Malik. Right away." He drifted off, in search of the corpse of Ryou Bakura. With a body all his own, he would be able to maneuver without any disruptions. Sharing a body with Ryou was fine, until the ability to control him was challenged by Ryou's own purity, and this angered Bakura, so he threatened the life of Yugi, which caused Yami to kill off Ryou, but this only helped Bakura. With the soul of Ryou banished into the afterlife, Bakura would be free to take over the vacant body and claim it as his own, and that's exactly what Bakura intended to do.
With Bakura gone, Malik went into deep thought. His mind, full of unanswered questions and unachieved dreams, flowed freely. He kept his emotions to himself. He only let anger emerge. He would never let anyone see his inner most desires, because those kinds of feelings would show weakness. Gripping the Millennium Rod, his only friend, tightly, he let a single tear hit the floor. He despised that tear, he loathed it. Tears were for the weak, for those who have flaws. I am perfect, he told himself, and he actually believed it.
Bakura, on the other hand, knew this was useless. After 6 months, finding a dead body would be hopeless. Being only but a spirit, he drifted over Domino City, looking for some kind of clue. Suddenly, something inside him drew him to the Game Shop. This curiosity ate him up inside, so he peered into a window, to see Yugi, alone, sitting on his bed, sobbing to himself.
"Hmmm..." Bakura felt some kind of sadness within him, but it was quickly shaken off. He looked back into the window, eyes fixed on Yugi.
Yugi sat, a piece of the Millennium Puzzle lay in the palm of his hand. He hadn't looked at it or touched in what seemed like forever. He could still hear Yami's reassuring voice, whispering in his ear.
"It's not fair." He threw the piece across the room and sobbed into his awaiting pillow. And all Bakura did was smirk.
"Fool..." He continued his search for the body.