Man, am I EVER excited about this one. Finally, after a week or thought on one topic (which doesn't happen often, be happy) I managed to write it. It seems short but it's actually really one of the longest things to read/write.

However, I used the word 'bangs'. I'm going totally American.

Anyway, here's the angst/GBH. (Finally.) Hope you like it, Pimp-sama!

Phase Ten

"This has gone too far," Jounouchi breathed, seeing only flashes of Bakura through the dying visions. "You've hurt us too much."

"Us?" Bakura smirked. "Developing multiple personalities now are we?"

Jounouchi pushed past Bakura and into the house. "Ryou and me. You've hurt both of us too much," he repeated.

Bakura snaked around him, pressing lips close to his ear. "It is you own fault for being with Seto Kaiba."

The blonde's fingertips entwined themselves in white hair. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Bakura's lips curled. "Very sorry," Jounouchi said, a hint of malice in his voice. His fingers twisted tighter and he pulled.

Bakura hissed as his head was jerked backwards. He moved back to Jounouchi and kissed him furiously. The blonde responded with an equal passion as Bakura's hands found his throat. Shadow Tendrils wrapped around the albino's wrists and pulled them away. A burst of Bakura's blue shadow magic destroyed them, but more appeared, pulsing eagerly.

"You are not the only one with power any more, Jounouchi growled as Tendrils flew at Bakura, backed by his own dark green shadow magic.

Bakura smirked as he dodged and destroyed the Tendrils. "Ah, but I do not have an enemy inside my own head." Seemingly taking this as a cue, Manako submerged Jounouchi's mind in powerful visions once more.

The blonde cried out in surprise and pain and fell against the wall. Bakura took the chance to dart out of the room. When his sight returned, he was met with the sight of Bakura holding one of his infamous knives.

"I'm probably going to kill you now," he said wryly.

"I'd like to see you try," Jounouchi responded, summoning a swarm of Shadow tendrils to envelop Bakura. But even as he tried to get past the albino to find a weapon of his own, an arm flew towards him, holding the knife. The blade embedded itself in Jounouchi's shoulder and he let out another cry of pain.

Bakura made short work of the Tendrils, then reached down and twisted the knife before pulling it out. He licked the blood off it and kissed Jounouchi again.

The coppery taste of his own blood stunned the blonde for a moment, but the ever vigilant Shadow tendrils pushed Bakura back, defending their injured master.

Bakura smiled and cut them down one by one, almost lazily, before plunging the blade into Jounouchi's ankle. He let out a pained yell, cut off by yet another bloody kiss for the Egyptian spirit.

"Is this how it's going to end?" Jounouchi asked, shivering, half in pain, half in fear. He looked up at Bakura through blood and sweat drenched bangs, and touched his shoulder gingerly.

"I like to play with my victims," Bakura stated simply, repeating the process with another wound, another kiss. The blonde looked around in dizzy desperation. His shadow powers had to be of some use, didn't they? But all he had control over was his Shadow Tendrils - and the portal to the Shadow Realm.

Jounouchi gasped as fresh wounds were sliced open on his arms - deep enough to hurt, but not deep enough to immobilise him. He just needed to work out how to put his idea into action.

The coppery taste filled his mouth again.

Bakura leant back and studied him, pouting faintly. "You're no fun any more. Not even putting up a fight."

Taking this as a moment of distraction, Jounouchi hit Bakura with the full force of all the shadow magic he could muster and scrambled to his feet. The wounds in his legs sent pain shooting through his body, but he was determined not to notice.

Bakura regained his balance and snarled at Jounouchi. Suddenly, in a burst of energy, Jounouchi flew across the room and turned, fixing the golden Eye's stare on Bakura.

A sudden flow of shadow magic surged in the Eye, and for the first time, Bakura froze, a look of utter shock on his face. Jounouchi choked as his world seemed to flash before his eyes. These weren't visions, these were colours - not true shades but shadows of colours.

Reaching out instinctively for something, anything, Jounouchi's fingertips brushed a Russian doll on one of the tables. Everything suddenly righted itself and Bakura fell to the floor.

Jounouchi's head swam as he looked at the wooden doll in his hand.

The Sennen Eye ached.