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Dark Heart- Two
Yami awoke with his head pounding and his whole body aching. The fact that he was wet just barely registered in his brain. He stood up, shaking the liquid from his fingertips in disgust.
"Ugh... what, what happened? Why am I still in control of Yugi's body?" Yami asked himself, casting a glance around. What he saw stole the breath from his lungs.
Ryou Bakura, soft chocolate eyes wide, lay in a pool of blood on the floor. A puddle that led towards him, and eventually, covered him. Yami began to shake. At his feet was a bloodstained knife.
"B-Bakura...?" he whispered, then shook his head and ran over to the boy. No one could lose that much blood and survive- No one. "Bakura?" he asked again, shaking the boy. Huge, bloody gashes were torn through the boy's skin. There were signs of a struggle- stinging cuts on Yami as well. Sure, he had gambled with Yugi's life before, but that was different. No one had died then. He hadn't... he hadn't... "I... I killed. I killed him." The words were like lead weights even after they'd passed his tongue, and hung in the air for minutes before Yami could even move.
Yami stood up stiffly, and checked his surroundings. Ryou's apartment. He went into the bathroom, quickly washed his hands, grabbed some clothes from Ryou's dresser, and started a shower running. He couldn't take Yugi home soaked in blood no matter how warm it was. Yami felt like he was robbing a dead man. In a way he was.
After the shower he reluctantly slipped into the soft clothes that were slightly too big for him- they smelled of Lavender, a brisk, refreshing scent next to the pungent stench of blood. He glanced in the mirror. His face was haggard, drawn. He felt like he was walking in a bad dream.
Dazedly he left the apartment as it was, and stumbled home. He smiled at Yugi's grandfather, silently wondering if he would die too. It was only after he had collapsed on Yugi's bed and sleep was drifting to him that he remembered that moment, falling off the building, and the small voice that was now again repeating itself in his head.
"You have a dark heart. And you can't control it any longer."