Disclaimer: Not mine. Who dares to disagree with me? (stares all around)
Chop Chop Chop Dear
by Crimson Nightmare
"Off...get off...get OFF!"
The last word came off as a shriek. He raked frantically at his fingernails, clawing at the blood cluts like mad.
The shadow on the ground doubled. His yami was present.
"Now, now, what on earth are you doing, my dear host?" the low, silky purr breezed by his earshell.
"It won't come off." He breathed, eyes wide in irrational terror.
"...What?" His shadow asked incredulously.
"The blood won't come off. They won't come off..." He said more to himself then to his dark side.
His yami watched him wordlessly, and then grabbed his hands. "You tasted a little blood and you panick like a virgin female, boy?" he hissed with poisoning laughter.
Ryou's eyes were widened in terror as his yami suddenly flicked open a switchblade. "What are you doing? What are you doing?"
WHAM!
He didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to see where the knife had landed. He didn't think about why it didn't hurt when the blade went straight at his hand...
A rough hand grabbed his chin, "Open your eyes, yadonushi." his dark side purred.
He didn't budge.
"OPEN them!" Yami Bakura's voice echoed like a blazing terror in his mind.
He cracked open an eyelid, and hitched his breath as he looked down.
On the table it sat, where the blood, the dark red, circled in a heap. A single finger nail of his, chopped without looking, laid in its crumps of dried blood.
He didn't turn around, but he heard as his yami disappeared laughing.
You coward...
(End of Scene...I think.)
A/N: Well that was dry. (drinks milk) Remember to wash your hands with soap all the time, kids.