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Warnings: See other Chapters.
True Evil
Sparkling lilac eyes smiled at him. A small form moved gracefully, slim arms waving above his head in rythmic swoops. Shining blonde hair fell over his shoulders and down into his eyes as he danced, reaching out to him with a cheerful giggle escaping full, curved lips. He went to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and dancing with him, a laugh rumbling from him when he squealed happily.
The tanned boy in his arms turned to hug him around the neck, giggling again as he leaned into him, only his hips moving to the beat pounding through the club. Lips grazed his, and he took it immediately, kissing him hungrily, the slight movements paroding dancing stopping completely.
He was sinking, sinking...
He woke with a cry, of alarm, of longing, of pain. For some reason, the dream returned. Always returned.
He lay, panting, sweating, harsh agony lacing his chest. He knew it not to be physical, but emotional. He must make it fells better.
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The woman screamed as the knife ripped through her chest, tearing into her body with a sickening thunk. Blood poured to cover the ground as she collapsed, her last breath emerging as a bloody gurgle.
He laughed, the sound piercing and dark, utterly unforgiving. She knew. She had to die before she told. It was all her fault for finding out.
Shaking his light-coloured hair from his face, he grinned and walked away, tucking his knife into the thigh holster he wore beneath his loose jeans.
He walked calmly down the street, the people not seeing him as a murderer, but as a simple teen walking home after a long day. He back was slumped, his shoulders down, his lips curved into a falsely friendly smile. His violet eyes glowed with satisfaction.
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Ryou, still curled in his brother's arms, screamed.
Blood poured, hot and heady, down his chest in thick waves. Bakura gave a cry and jerked away, feeling the liquid coat his legs. Another scream ripped from the younger's throat as a different wound appeared.
After a long moment, Ryou slumped across the table, moans coming from him as the blood and wounds faded.
Bakura lifted him to cradle the boy, letting him fall asleep once again. When he looked to the table, he gave one last cry.
Not all the blood had disappeared. Two messages lay scrawled across the table.
One was short, easy to read.
Malik.
Bakura squinted he eyes and leaned forward to read the other one, shifting the boy in his arms and ignoring how he got light-headed from the stench of blood.
His eyes widened in confusion when he finally deciphered the words.
Look for the one with the Mark of the Disbalanced.
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Sorry this one is so late and so short, but I'm having slight problems with the computer...
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Jalicyn-chan