AN- For anyone who is still reading this stupid thing, I'm sorry for the long wait but my computer died…literally, and I went into surgery...so yeah, I kinda had to stop for a bit. We just got a new computer and it's a bitch to write this story on so I still have a problem!
But whatever, that's my own difficulties. The point is that you guy's have convinced me to write this fic again! the 'Jounichi Kaiba Switching Crises' can wait! I have a story to continue!
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/blah/ normal people
/blah/ yami's
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blah... personal thoughts
Disclaimer-I do not own YuGiOh, Kazuki Takahashi, or his brain…yet, Mua ha ha ha!
Alone
Chapter Ten: Somebody save me.
Whispering cool winds carried the crimson water of children across the night lit sky, the stares being the only light ageist the darkness. Bloody half's of skulls and torn flesh lay half scattered across lawns, parking lots and subway divisions. The rampaging Man Eater Bugs continuing on their quest to destroy the city of Domino while their master set to work on his own plans…
Silver hair clung to a moonlight body, sticking to the owners skin by the leftover blood that had squirted from his last victim. He smirked showing off his overly sharp canines and licking a pearl of red from his lips. Violet eye's that shone like daggers darted back and forth over the object in question, the 'package' he had been waiting for.
/It was so nice of your friend to have asked for you to hold this for me./ he spoke to the blood soaked head of the dead shop keeper, lifting it so that he maybe able to face it's gapping wholes and terror stricken sockets. /don't you think/
He laid the head down picking up the old man's upper thigh, he then smirked pulling out his dagger. He began to peal the flesh from it's bone snickering at the satisfying squirt of blood and ripping sounds that omitted as he continued with his task.
/Tis a pity that your already dead./ he frowned. /I would have enjoyed torturing you more./
The last of the flesh and tissue gave way and he began to sharpen the long thigh bones edges, humming a cheery little toon as he did so.
/Perfect/ he smiled at the 'man' made crowbar. Small amounts of blood and flesh still hung from it's tips where the tendons had been more difficult to remove. He slid the bone between the lid of the create and the main area of the box itself.
A smirk like no other slid across his devious face making him resemble that of a demon.
Pressure was applied and the popping and cracking of bone on wood could be heard. He pushed harder and harder ageist the lid, wood splinters flew everywhere as one material proved to be a mightier challenge then the other. His knuckles grew white and he let out a strained curse, taking in what ever little air he could gather between his tightly clenched teeth; All the while making sure not to lose his gaining advantage over the box.
Splintering wood began to bend and moan as it finally gave way and a single nail popped from it's place and onto the cold cement floor.
The albino looked to his little success panting heavily as the hot sweat of his labor ran down his brow. /one down…/ he smirked. /three to go.../
Shadows of moon light cast themselves over the bed that Ryou currently sheared with his copper skinned companion. Their hair was tangled together and clung to their faces from thanks to some recent 'events' they had participated in.
The pail boy laid there unmoving, he had been silent since their decision to sleep…but unlike that of his companion…he couldn't.
His green eye's had no shin, no sign of any emotion but sorrow and worry…He couldn't help but wonder what his other self was doing…how many he had killed…who would be next…or why he was doing it…
Ryou's POV
I let out a deep sigh and rose from my place next to my newly found. /Why is he mine/ I wondered out loud, knowing that there would be no answer found. /why couldn't he belong to you, or Pegasus/ I whispered again moving my gaze to the window. I knew the reason why…I
/Why is it that I'm the only one who has to suffer knowing that half of my soul is responsible for the deaths of thousands/ I fiddled with my thumbs for a moment, pulling gently at the sheets that covered…well...all the necessary areas...the white fabric was nearly transparent even in the dim light. I stared on moving his gaze once more, this time to the door. I let out a deep sigh. /when will this all be over? When will I wake up/
When you realize that it's not a dream…
/W-what, Y-yami? Where are you/ my head shot round like that of a spin-top.
The cruel unforgiving voice came again, this time laughing, Our mind link you brat! Do you really think that I would let you run off with out knowing where you were going?
/uh! B-but../
But nothing, you ignorant fool! I know where you are every second of every day. And I know exactly what your doing at any given time.
I swallowed hard.
So? What did you think of your first time? Was the Ishtar any good?
My face turned red and I laid back down pretending that I could hear nothing, I rolled over to block out as much of my mind as possible by staring at Malik's calming face. His long eyelashes and perfect tan skin…he truly was beautiful…
Oh! And by the way, your father will be coming home in two day's time
I can feel the smirk…he's enjoying every last moment of this….Wait a second! My father!
I jump from the bad again. /What do you plan on doing to my father/ My exclamation seems to have awoken my friend as he too jumps from the bed...err…well more less falls from the bed...
/WHAT THE #$/ he got up rubbing his newly bruised head...well...he's ok..
I turn my attention back to the laughter running through the back of my mind. /ANSWER ME/
There is a moments silence before he finally replies, his voice dripping in mockery, and satisfaction...
Our daddy's coming home and I'm going to be the only one there to great him
/He's not your father! He's mine and mine alone! I'm his son not you! Do you hear me! Never you/ I'm screaming at nothing and we all know it…but I can't help it…what more can I do?
Ah! But my dear sweet aibou…he doesn't know this.
My eyes widen as it now hit's me what it is he's truly planning…and I can already feel the tears… /Y-you wouldn't…No! No please! Please Bakura! I'm begging you let him live! No Please! He's that I have left/
/What the hell are you going on about! There's no one in the fucking room besides you and me/
There is another string of cruel laugher and the crystal line of tears is already flowing freely from my eyes…
/Pleas, please Bakura, please/
If you wish to save him….then come to me…come back to me and I will set him free…
My heart skips a beat and my blood ran cold…he wanted me….to come back….to him…I was finally free of his torture and now! No he wanted me to return!
/Never/
Then he will die.
Our link was then cut…all contacts to him lost…he was going to die…my father was going to die! And it was my fault! My selfish fault!
I jump from my place within my and Malik's bed racing to the phone and immediately dialing the numbers I had grown to know so well…he may have cut my link…but he hadn't cut all ties! And I knew it!
I stand there waiting…listening to the phone ring…minutes were dragging by now…and I could hear nothing but the bell….I knew that Malik was talking to me…I knew that he was standing in front of me…holding my arms, shaking me in his vain attempt to have me speak…but I feel nothing…know nothing…all I know is that my fathers life is depending on this call…this one last link to Bakura…and then…my fears and prayers seemed to find a way to both be answered as the phone was answered and the ringing stopped and a voice like ice came threw the receiver…
/Hello aibou…I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I was kept up by an early arrival of an old friend./
/I'm coming! I-I'm sorry! Please don't kill him! Please! I-I'll be there by morning I swear it! Just please, please don't hurt him, please/ My voice is cracking and the tears on my face are unmistakable…
/Heh heh heh….You have exact-/ The phone went quiet and I found myself on the ground. My cheek felt as it were on fire. It burned so badly, I could only assume that it would burse.
/WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING RYOU! DON'T GO FUCKING AROUNS WITH THIS WHEN WE FINALLY HAVE A CHANCE TO FREE YOU AND SAVE OURSELFS! I DON'T CARE WHO HE'S GONNA KILL I'M NOT GOING TO JUST WATCH YOU RUN OFF AND KILL YOURSELF/
My eyes began to water more as reality hit me and I realized what was going on….Malik had hit me…my one trusted friend…had hit me…I got to my feet as his yelling continued…he was just as bad as Bakura! Beating me and yelling…
/Your as much of a monster as he is! Y-your beating me/
/You weren't listening! I had to stop you/
/No! That's my father! I have to save him! I have to find him and help him! I only have…I've only got…Oh Gods Malik I didn't get the time! You hung up on me before I could find out the time! For all I know it could be an hour or it could be a day/
/SHUT-UP! This is stupid! He's using your father as a trap to get you down there so he can own you again! Then he'll just use you to get to the others and me! I'm not going to let that happen! I refuse/ His lilac eyes burned with fire for that moment…he wasn't angry he was pissed….pissed at me…and there was nothing I could do to stop it…
/I won't tell I promise! Please Malik I have to go! H-he's my dad…my only living relative…/
/No./
/Malik…p-please…./
/I said NO! End of discussion/ and with that he turned away from me…as if I wasn't even in the room…
/I-I hate you…/ the words stung like fire across my tong…and I couldn't help but cry…I had to go...I had to save him but he was right I couldn't have him or the rest of the group follow! They had to escape while they could…I would go…I would suffer…
/What/ he turned to face me once more…but I kept my eyes to the floor. I could bare to face him…I couldn't bare to say it to his face…not now…not ever…
/I said I hate you…you want me to stay so that you can be happy…have everything that you want right down to my body/
/That's not true/
/It is/ I pull away when he touches my shoulder and grab my clothing from the floor. /I hate you Malik…I hate you and I never want to see y9ou again…I'm going, don't even think of following me…/
With that I turned…turned and ran…I wouldn't be a burden to anyone any longer…and so long as they had me…they would be in danger…he knew our every move…my every move…no one would be safe so long as I was near…and I would die before I would ever have Malik suffer the fate that Bakura had planed for any of my loving friends…
Bakura's POV
I smirk as I allow my attention to drift from that of the now dead phone to the man bound behind me.
/He's on his way Mr. Bakura. Your son should be here vary, vary soon./
I listen as he squirms beneath the gag and attempts to pull himself free, I could only guess it to be begging. Begging always annoyed me. It meant that you were weak.
I place a hand to gently brush ageist his cheek and bring my face to meet his own.
/Just think. One drop of his blood is all that I need and my treasure will be alive once more…I will be alive once more./
AN- I said it before and I'll say it again. I will NOT abandon this story! I will NOT become and author who abandons their work! So here it is! A bran new chapter and a bran new plot idea! I'll start the next one right away and I promise to update sooner then a year and a half next time! XD It should be there by the end of the month. -