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Warnings: Slight gore, blood, insanity, and Bakura/Ryou. Yaoi, people.
Perfection
Flames.
Beautiful beautiful beautiful flames.
Gorgeous.
So perfect with the screams that accompany them.
Loud, agony-filled wails of pure terror and torture.
I can't get enough.
They should have known better.
They should have known to treat me better.
They should have known to let me be a part of their little gang.
Too late now.
Searing heat and white-hot pain...
I smile a bit at the supposedly incoherent murmurings in my mind. To anyone else, they would be. But I can understand him.
Engulfed in red and orange...the colours of Ra...
I watch the flames consume him; pale skin burning black and leather melting to his body, thick hair matted with sweat and half burned away, one eye shut as blood poured from beneath the lid. So perfect.
"Ryou! Help us!"
I smile wider at the cry, insane pleasure flowing through me as I saw a short-haired brunette, barely recognizable in the arms of a sobbing blonde allowing herself to be destroyed. She didn't want to live without her lover; how cute.
Another female, wailing both in pain and in fury as she held her lover, also quite dead.
It makes me grin.
A different blonde sat beside the furious woman, crying silently at the foot of her lover and his own.
Hmmm. I didn't know that trenchcoat would catch fire so easily.
That woman's lover was his sibling, I think. I don't know, I had long forgotten.
Wow, another Egyptian. Just sitting there, on fire and not even noticing, staring at me, eyes dead.
Is it because his life source is as well?
I am incredibly proud of you, my hikari.
I giggle. I don't get complimented by my yami often.
"Ryou!"
My attention is drawn to the last living couple; the unmarked one holding the almost gone.
"Ryou! Get your control back! Take out your yami and help us!"
His eyes were frightened and pained, anguished at both his lover's pain and his friends' demise. Oh, well.
"I am Ryou, you fool!"
His eyes go huge, and his lover promptly dies. Yay!
"Why?" He shakes his head and stands, finally allowing himself the pain of the flames. "Why?"
"This is for what you did to Bakhura."
The last thing I hear before the flames die is a scream of fury, pain, disbelief, and utter submission. He gave up all hope before he died.
He gave up.
We won.
My hikari. So perfect.
Are you happy?
Yes, itooshi. I'm happy.
Good. Be happy forever and I will too, koi.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Crimson drops of life giving fluid falls steadily, forming a pool of crystal rubies spreading below us like a red carpet of the royal blooded...we are royal blooded...we are rulers of the world now...
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
You have done satisfactorily, my hikari.
Drip, drip, like crimson rain, or the fall of the mighty...
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He's lost so much blood.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He also lost his intestines.
I inspect my work; the turbaned man hangs by his stomach, wrapped around his torn throat and holding him at least five feet from the floor. His eyes were gouged out. Bakhura did that one.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Hitting the stone ground like the lullaby of a sleeping child, lulling one to the tranquility.
Happy again, sweet koi?
Yes. Oh, yes. My hikari. You've done so well.
Yes, yami.
I see him; tall, proud, holding the seven Items in his hands; the Ring, the Puzzle, the Rod, the Tauk, the Key, the Eye, and the Scales, his violet eyes shining.
The world will now be thrown into eternal darkness.
Will there be lots of blood?
Yes. I promise.
Eternal darkness. Blood. Pain. Death.
Perfection.
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