Bonjour! xD -waves- Yes, it is teh next installment of my fic! xD I will update the others when I have time... Hehehehe
Look, I know all of you are confused, and this chapter clears it all up. (But adds another huge twist, love 'em) xD
So.. yeah. xD I am happy! Sort of... -sniff- Uh-oh.. Bipolar... xD
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except this weird creature we will see soon. xD
"Well, if it isn't my little light." The sneer in Bakuras voice jumped Ryou out of his angst-ridden thoughts. He whimpered, trying desperately to back away from the spirit, but to no avail.
"Yami, please-" Ryou cried out as he was struck firmly across the face. Bakura growled angrily, his face inches from Ryous.
"What did you call me?" He whispered deadly, his slim fingers trailing down Ryous face to the inside of his thigh. Ryou began to cry.
"Master!" He blurted out. "Please…. Bakura-sama…" He looked down, confusion running through his mind. He really had no idea of what was going on, and it scared the shit out of him. Was this really Bakura, the one who just a few minutes ago said he loved him and what never hurt him? What was going on?
"Oh… what's wrong Ryou?" Bakura smirked, a malicious look in his eyes. "Why is the poor broken angel crying?" He gently wiped away Ryous tears with his cold slim fingers. "Is he upset?" Ryou let out a choked sob, his thin bloodied form shaking.
This cant be him… please, this has to be a joke, please… The soft, scared words, Ryous own desperate thoughts, echoed softly around the pair. Ryou pressed his lips together, and a dangerous fire gleamed in Bakuras eyes. Ryou eyed the spirit, the first few feelings of suspicion growing in the pit of his stomach. This wasn't Bakura… This couldn't be his darkness, he was warm and tender, he was soft and gentle and kind…
Ryou struggled into a sitting position, and flung his arms tightly around Bakuras middle. The darkness gasped at the sudden action, and pushed Ryou away from him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, you little bitch." Bakura growled. Ryou held his head in his hands and let out a long breath. That was strange, to say the least. Usually, when Ryou was nestled in the yamis arms, it was as though he fitted, like a jigsaw puzzle. But this Bakura was cold and hard, and unmoving pillar of stone. Ryou struggled to get to his feet, Bakura standing up himself and eyeing the light, a smirk on his face.
"Y-You're not my yami." Ryou struggled to his feet. "You're not Bakura." The darkness took a step back, his eyes flashing with fury.
"What.."
"You're not Bakura!" Ryou yelled. "You're not him! BAKURA! YAMI, PLEASE! HELP HELP ME- AH!" Ryou screamed as the spirit pushed him to the ground, slamming his hand tightly over his mouth.
"Whisper another word," The darkness threatened. "And I'll cut off more than you're precious hair." Ryou struggled and screamed, wrenching the darkness's hands away from his mouth.
"Bakura!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, tears coursing down his face. The spirit slapped him hard across his cheek, his eyes narrowed in fury.
"I told you." He said in a cold deadly voice, both of his hands now on Ryous neck. Ryou yelped, and struggled, the spirits hands tightening on his creamy throat.
"What the FUCK!" Bakuras voice came from the now open door. The spirit turned his head towards Bakura, and smirked.
"Well, look who it is…" He sneered. Ryous eyes widened.
"Y-Yami!" He choked, his chocolate eyes wet with tears and flashing with desperation.
"LET HIM GO!" Bakura screamed, his hands clenching into fists.
"Why?" Bakuras copy smirked. "Why should I let him go?"
"He's Mine." Bakura spat, his eyes narrowed in rage. Ryou began to whimper, the creamy skin on his neck beginning to bruise.
"Correction, Yami no Bakura, Ryou belongs to me." The copy sneered, releasing his hold on Ryou. The angel squeaked, and ran over to Bakura, throwing himself into his arms.
"No he does NOT." Bakura growled, his hold on Ryou tightening. "I don't know who you are, but get the fuck out of Ryous head Before I-"
"You'll what?" The copy smirked. "Oh, trust me, I know the worst you can do. I know everything about you- Both of you."
"What are you?" Bakura demanded, Ryou shaking and crying as he clung to the darkness.
"You want to know my trued identity?" The copy smirked. There was a bright shine of light, and the lithe form of Bakuras copy began to grow. Finally, the light dimmed, revealing the fiends true form. Ryou screamed in shock and revulsion, curling tighter into Bakura, who was wide eyed and openmouthed in disgust.
The fiend was beyond disgusting. His flesh was half-rotted, one eye and empty, rotting socket, the other lidless and wide. His face was like melted wax, the skin around the mouth rotted away to show dead white jaws and broken yellow teeth. His black rode covered his skeletal frame and head, but not his long bony hands, green with patches of bone showing through, long, yellowing nails edged with blood.
What scared both of the boys almost as mouth as his putrid appearance, however, was his single eye. It was a warm, sparkling chocolate brown, brimming with innocence and happiness, but at the same time, vacant, unfocused, tortured…
He had exactly the same eye as Ryou.
"WHAT ARE YOU!" Bakura thundered, clutching the trembling child closer to his lithe frame. The fiend only smirked, and lifted back his hood.
Both of the boys took a step back in shock, horror, and confusion at the pure ivory hair that spilled out from underneath the hood.
"I am Ryou." The fiend said, smirking at the look of fear that dawned the small boys face.
"No you're not." Bakura spat. "You've just invoked your shapeshifting abilities…"
"I can assure you I haven't." He said smoothly, as Ryou began to sob. "But it looks like you're precious Ryou has figured me out."
"WHAT ARE YOU?" Bakura yelled, his body trembling in rage.
"I am Ryou." He hissed. "I am the heartbreak he suffered when Amane and his mother died. I am his confusion and worry when his father abandoned him. I'm his pain when you beat the crap out of him. I'm the loneliness of countless forgotten birthdays, I am his fear when he lost his sight, vision, and speech. I am his mourning, when he heard of the death of his friend; I'm the tears of rejection, and despair. I'm Ryous hate, his loss, his darkness, his worst memories." His single narrowed.
Ryou began to sob louder in fear… his hands over his face, his pale naked form trembling violently.
"You…. It was you who put those things in his head!" Bakuras eyes widened in shock. "You acted as me and told him to cut himself…"
"Indeed." The putrid thing grinned sickeningly. "It was so easy… I can bend him to my will so simply… You did a good job of crushing his spirit, Bakura." The spirits eyes narrowed to slits, his nails almost drawing blood from his palm.
"You Bastard." Bakura hissed. "I'm going to-"
"NO!" Ryou said tearfully, his head still buried in Bakuras chest. "Don't, please…"
"But…" Bakura was at a loss, not understanding what Ryou had.
"He's still a part of me…" Ryou whispered. "You can't destroy him…" Bakura moaned aloud, not knowing what to do. True, his light was right, but… God, this was hard.
"You're going down." Bakura snarled, and pushed Ryou away from him. Ryou screamed, tears prickling in his eyes as Bakura flew at the disfigured person, the millennium ring around his neck glowing as bright of the sun.
Ryou fell to his knees, holding his hands over his eyes, sobbing brokenly. Bakura didn't understand, his yami didn't understand, He didn't know what destroying the apparition would do to him…
He didn't want this to happen, oh god this couldn't happen, please no no…
Ryou groaned, shaking his head. He rubbed his eyes, pushing his long hair out of his eyes.
Wait…. Long hair? Ryou snapped up, running his fingers through his soft, long hair. Oh no… He blinked slightly, the bright light hurting his eyes. Soft, early morning sounds, of birds chirping, a few cars out on the street all filled his senses.
It all crashed on Ryou in a slow, sickening wave. He gazed around the apartment, still getting used to regaining his vision and sight. It felt so good, to hear regular, day-to-day sounds. He walked into the kitchen, still rubbing his eyes.
Bakura smiled, still slowly sipping his coffee as he hears Ryou enter the kitchen.
"Hey!" He said warmly, noticing with shock and amazement the vacant, confused look in his eyes was gone.
Ryou froze, his soft brown eyes narrowed in confusion. The next words he said made Bakuras head spin, and knees go weak.
"Wh-Who are you?"
O.O Oh no! XD Anyone have any Idea on whats happening? Now remember, review, or you will never know! xDD ( OH, andyouthinkimcrazy, GIMME MY ROD BACK! I still have that Math test to sabotage... )