Not only do I not own the rights to Yu-Gi-Oh, but, if I were Takahashi-sama, I'd probably SUE me!
She was thinking of him again. Every time she was with his host-person, her mind was on him. Stories from his past, things she must have heard from her brother. She was calling him, and he could not block her call from his mind.
She had long brown hair, and she closed her eyes when she kissed, long lashes brushing velvet cheeks. Her arms were plump on his shoulders. "I love you, Bakura!" Little liar, saying those words to his host, when she meant them for him! She pursed her rosy lips, and turned her face upward, eyes already closed.
He didn't have his knife with him. The other one threw it away, every time he found it. No matter. There were other ways. "Pretty Shizuka!" He brushed her hair away from her throat. She sighed, cuddling closer at his touch. "Little innocent, tiresome thing."
"Tiresome?" Her eyes opened, brown, like her hair. Her mouth was an O, still meant for kissing.
"Always pestering me. Wasn't Ryou enough?"
"But you areā¦"
"You know I'm not." His hands tightened on her arms. "You've heard the stories." Pressing his fingers into bruisable, white flesh, "You kiss him, but you're thinking of me." He bent, touching her velvet skin with his lips.
"The one onii-chan told me about?" Her breath quickened. "The one who took him captive?"
"The one who stole the Sen-nen Eye from Pegasus." He chuckled. Biting her throat, just hard enough to break the skin, "I'm sick of hearing you, Shizuka."
Now her eyes widened, and she struggled a little in his hands. "Who are you?"
"I told you, Shizuka." He bit again. "I'm the one you've been calling."
