Somehow, even though I'm only editing, my story has grown at least five pages in the last few months… I wonder why that is.
Oh my freaking hell lords. I have not written ANYTHING all week! I'm going INSANE, I swear! Though it can't be helped I have SO much to do. I've got waaaaaaaaaay too many after school commitments that give me only just enough time to finish my homework for the next day, if you know I stay up real late and not procrastinate. I might just collapse under the weight of it all one day, just kinda snap and burn down the school or something. If this story wasn't already written there would not have been a chapter this week or for the next weeks for that matter. Now I finally know how all the other authors feel…
On a happier note, I haven't actually looked at the number of my reviews for a while maybe I'll do that now… REVIEWERS ARE AMAZING! (give hugs to everyone)
I'll just say this… I LOVE THIS CHAPTER!
Enjoy.
This chapter was brought to you by: Glaives cause their so freaken awesome
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Chyaputa 16: Protector of the Sanctuary
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The room that met the group at the bottom of the stone steps was cool, unlike the scorching desert climate above. The smell of dirt filled their noses. Torches were burning around the circular cave's walls but besides that there was nothing out of the ordinary, not even a doorway or a shrine around the cold dirt walls. The group stopped at the dead end, looking around thoroughly puzzled.
/This is a temple/ Yami no Yugi commented skeptically.
"There's nothing here…" Yugi said, peering curiously through the darkness.
/Well…/ Yami no Malik growled irritably, deadly eyes darting from one side of the empty room to the other. /Didn't you say that there was dark power here? I don't see anything, Bakura/ Yami no Bakura stared at the dirt wall in front of him, dark eyes blank and unmoved. /Hey/ Yami no Malik stepped in front of the white haired soul, insanely unstable eyes glowing fiercely. /Didn't you say there was a way to get my body back in here! I'm talking to you/ Yami no Bakura scoffed, looking uninterestingly at the dark soul and continued not to answer.
"Who comes into my temple?" an ominous low voice suddenly spoke from the shadows behind them. Everyone turned to see a man melting out of darkness. With his white linen cloak and matching turban one could easily pass the man on street and not think twice but it was his eyes that stood out. Like cold round stones staring lifelessly out of his bronze face, they swept across the room sending shivers down the visitors' spines. "Those who trespass into the sanctuary of darkness must be tested."
/Who are you/ Yami no Yugi demanded turning suspiciously upon the newcomer.
"I am a servant of Osiris, the guardian of the dark power," he answered, voice deep. "If you prove worthy, I shall give you what you seek."
/The dark power, huh/ Yami no Malik mused, tongue hanging out of his mouth excitedly. /And what if I just take it from you now/
"That would be impossible," the man answered, voice continuing in its monotonous tone. "You cannot attack me." Yami no Malik chuckled wickedly at this challenge.
/We'll see about that/ he snarled facing his opened palm toward the man, collecting a ball of shadow power in his hand. But before he had the chance to strike, the air around them lurched like a sudden altitude drop, everyone in the room except for the guardian stumbled. The mysterious man in front of them shimmered and then dissolved away like colored smoke.
"We shall now begin the game…" the man's voice echoed through the stone chamber as his body disappeared. There was another lurch and the floor underneath Yugi's feet suddenly vanished and the group fell down into a dark seemingly endless tunnel. In the air beside him, Yami no Yugi was falling as well, his form suddenly effected by the laws of gravity. Their eyes met as they continued to drop downward in a rushing speed and flashes of color.
Then suddenly it all became still.
It took a few moments for Yugi to even realize that he had stopped falling. He found himself face down in grass, the odor of decaying plant matter filling his nostrils. He pulled himself up off the ground and was surprised to see trees all around him. But as Yugi looked harder, he saw that all the trees looked exactly the same. They were all the same height, same distance apart, same width around the trunk. They looked oddly artificial like he was in a video game world or something. There was a groan beside him and Yugi looked to see his darker side lying upon the ground, his body solid and nontransparent.
"Mou hitori no boku," Yugi said in awe, mouth dropping open. "Your body… you- you have one!" he exclaimed. His darker side got up, scratching his head, flicking bits of grass out of his black and red locks.
"Yes, but how?" he asked, his voice was normal sounding, no longer spoken through his lighter half's mind. The others around the circle were also gradually pulling themselves off the ground. Ryou was staring in amazement at his solid pale hands as if he had never seen them before. Yami no Malik looked a little too pleased to have a body of his own again, eyes widening, unbelievable glee filling his twisted face, veins pulsing at the sides of his forehead.
"I don't get it?" Malik said looking around at the place they had landed in. "Didn't we fall down or something? Are we outside? Where are we?"
"It's an illusion," Yami no Bakura growled, already standing up and glaring angrily up at the sky.
"I believe you all know the drill. This is a game, Yami no game," the voice of the man rumbled and echoed loudly through the woods like thunder.
"Yami no game!" Yami no Yugi exclaimed, finally standing up.
"Where have you taken us?" Yugi shouted up at the sky.
"The world that I have brought you to is an illusion of my creation, but your bodies won't be able to tell the difference. If you are hurt or seriously injured to the extent of death in this world, your bodies in the real world will take the damage," he explained.
"What!" Yami no Yugi, Ryou and Yugi exclaimed. Malik looked at the sky horrified. Yami no Bakura's eyes widened in shock, even this news took him by surprise.
"You will be paired into teams with your corresponding light or dark halves," the man continued casually. "The goal of this game is to stay alive."
"Stay alive!" Yugi cried glancing towards his fellow teammates, frantically.
"But if we die in this world, then we'll really…" Ryou gulped, face growing, if possible, paler.
"Are you saying my survival depends on him?" Malik gaped horrorstruck. Yami no Malik merely looked mildly irritated.
"If the lighter half on your team dies then both members of that body will die. If the dark soul is killed in this game it is only he whose soul will be consumed by the darkness." Ryou and Malik both looked to their dark sides fearfully.
"What kind of game are you trying to pull here!" Yami no Bakura spat venomously.
"You bastard! We will not be intimidated by you!" Yami no Yugi shouted, intense glowing red eyes narrowing angrily. "We'll survive anything you throw at us!"
"What makes you think you'll be fighting me?" the voice asked mildly. A loud snap echoed from above and a series of heavy objects flew into the ground, wobbling slightly as their blades ran through the earth. Yugi opened his eyes to see three swords driven into the ground in front of his feet. On the other side of the clearing, two long staffs stuck out of the ground near where Bakura stood. Yami no Malik grinned as he grabbed a fist-full of throwing knives out of a nearby tree.
"You want us…" Yugi gaped, eyes wide.
"…To kill each other?" Ryou gaped in terror, hands clutching his pale face.
"Only the worthy shall rise victorious, all teams that fail will be consumed by darkness. Let the game begin," the disembodied voice announced tauntingly.
"Well, well, well," Yami no Malik mused wickedly, glazing almost dreamily at collection of knives in his hand. "I have always wanted to get that ugly pompous smirk off your face." His gaze drifted over to Yami no Bakura. The white haired demon grabbed a hold of his staff and pulled it out from the ground, reliving a foot and a half long curved blade at the end of it. He pulled the heavy object towards himself and stood at the ready waiting for Malik's attack.
"Wait, Malik, Bakura!" Yugi cried desperately stepping forward, hands shaky. "We don't even know what's going on yet! Let's talk about-"
Yami Malik scoffed and threw two knives, not at Yami no Bakura but at Ryou, who was still sitting on the ground unable to block. Yami no Bakura cursed and grabbed a hold of his lighter half's arm and yanked him out the way just in time. Ryou was trembling like mad behind him; brown eyes growing round with fear.
"Bakura-kun!" Yugi cried, but as he stepped forward Yami Malik dashed towards him, three well placed knives in hand. Yami no Yugi pulled Yugi out of the way and stepped in front of him, sword at the ready.
There was a loud metal on metal clang and both fighters fell apart, each toward their respective lighter halves. All of the three dark sides, weapons in hand, stared down each other in turn, waiting for someone to make the first move.
Mou hitori no boku we can't do this! Yugi cried, voice echoing shrilly in Yami no Yugi's mind. We can't kill Bakura-kun and Malik-kun! Yami no Yugi grunted in frustration, still facing his bloodthirsty foes.
Then what do you expect me to do, aibou? he questioned, frustrated.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yami no Bakura saw his lighter half crouching on the ground, body too stunned to move. He cursed silently.
'This is bad,' he thought angrily, glaring at Yami no Malik across the circle. 'Yadonushi's in no state to be fighting. I can't protect him like this! I need a strategy…' While Yami no Malik's eyes were on Yami no Yugi, Yami no Bakura twisted around and grabbed his lighter half around the middle, turning back to the group just in time to dodge another knife flying towards his face. Then he sped out of the clearing as fast as he possibly could, his lighter half clinging terrified to his back.
"Coward!" Yami no Malik shrieked sprinting after him, flashing knives in hand. "You can't run away from me!"
"Malik!" Yami no Yugi cried calling his attention. Yami no Malik turned to see Yami no Yugi smirking as he held his sword point under Malik's lighter half's chin. "You sure you want to leave?" he taunted.
"Mou hitori no boku!" Yugi shouted pulling on his darker half's arm. "You can't hurt Malik!" Yami no Malik grinned broadly, pale eyes glowing.
"That's right, you can't," he chuckled casually, his body relaxing. "Even as your life depends upon it, you can't kill my weaker half. You've grown too soft." Yami no Yugi's mouth snarled.
"Let's just go, okay? Let's just go!" Yugi urged, tugging on his darker half's arm. Malik looked up at Yami no Yugi, face pale in cold gripping terror. Yami no Malik grinned mockingly, walking forward, a knife rolling easily around in his fingers. "Mou hitori no boku!" Yugi cried painfully.
Yami no Yugi pulled the sword away from Malik's neck and grabbed Yugi around the shoulders.
Run aibou! I'll catch up! he cried in Yugi's mind.
"No! I'm not leaving you here!" Yugi exclaimed determinedly, grabbing the two remaining swords from the ground and unsheathing them, ready for attack.
Yami no Malik chuckled cruelly at this display. "You're going to fight?" he laughed degradingly.
Aibou, you have to run, I'll slow him down so you can get away!
"I can't do that!" Yugi screamed. Yami no Malik grinned took a swing at Yugi's chest. Yami no Yugi jumped in front of him and blocked the attack with his sword.
Trust me, aibou! Go now! he demanded firmly.
"No! I can fight too!" he cried desperately. Yami no Yugi's eyes shot between his lighter half and Yami no Malik fearfully. Yami no Malik, seeing his opportunity, dove for Yami Yugi's throat. Yami no Yugi was caught off guard, unable to block.
Suddenly the light side of Malik jumped up from the ground and tackled his darker half to the ground.
"GET OFF ME!" Yami no Malik screamed and punched Malik hard in the face, but Malik refused to let go, nails digging into the flesh of the dark soul's arm which was holding the knives. Yami no Yugi grabbed Yugi's shoulder frantically.
"Come on!" he cried, pulling his light side away from the two Maliks. Yugi turned and sprinted away as fast as his legs could carry him, Yami no Yugi running at his side. There was a roar of frustration from Yami no Malik behind them. Yugi looked back nervously over his shoulder as he ran.
"Don't worry about Malik, aibou," Yami no Yugi reassured him. "His dark side can't hurt him, remember?" Yugi nodded uncertainly.
'But I'm sure there are lots of other things Yami no Malik could do to him,' Yugi thought, looking regretfully back the way they had come.
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It seemed like Bakura Ryou had been sitting there in that tree for hours, but since the sun never went down and the world they were in never changed it was impossible to tell if time actually did go by.
'No wind, no birds, no sun,' he thought downheartedly, staring up at the blank gray sky, lying like a formless sheet over their world. 'Its so creepy.' He looked down at his watch out of habit. He had noticed a while ago that the numbers on his digital watch didn't change. 'If in this world no time is passing then our real bodies in the real world won't grow hungry so we could stay here forever…' He looked around at the broken down tree house again. His dark side had found this place when we they had run away from Yugi and the others, it was little more then a small wooden platform in a tree but it kept them concealed from anyone who might pass by.
Ryou nervously tugged a stray lock of snow-white hair, brown eyes falling on his darker half, sitting in the shadows underneath the tree on the opposite side of the platform. His arms crossed tightly over his chest, scowling angrily at the air in front of him.
'What are we supposed to do anyway?' Ryou thought desperately turning his gaze away again. 'I can't fight Yugi-kun or Malik-kun… but…' A horrible vision of his darker side viciously ripping apart his friends' bodies came to him. Ryou felt cold sick sweat dripping off his skin. 'What am I supposed to do if it comes to that?' he cried silently, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to cut off that horrifying image.
There was a noise behind him and Ryou turned to see his dark side standing up. He turned, eyes hard and firm as though he had come to a decision. Ryou's stomach lurched unpleasantly as the dark spirit walked towards him.
"I'm leaving," he said shortly, looking Ryou right into the eyes.
"W-where are you going?" Ryou asked standing up as well, voice trembling. This was the first direct contact with the spirit he had had thus far.
"I'm going to scout for the location of the others," Yami no Bakura answered sharply, turning away and picking up both glaives that were leaning against the tree. "You stay here," he ordered. Ryou's limbs shook.
"By myself…?" he choked, head spinning, confusion mixing up his thoughts.
"Yep," Yami no Bakura answered sharply, shoving one of the weapons into his lighter half's hand. Ryou almost dropped it in his bewilderment.
"I can't- I don't even know how to fight. What if someone comes by?" he protested, sweating hands slipping on their hold on the heavy spear.
"I'll hear you," Yami no Bakura answered, tapping his forehead knowledgeably hinting at their mind link.
"Could I… come with you?" Ryou found himself saying. There was a pause, his darker half wasn't even facing him.
"You'll get in the way," Yami no Bakura commented shortly and Ryou despite his fear-constricted heart, he could not find the strength to protest. "Besides you'll be much safer here than with me. Just call for me if you hear anyone coming then hold them off until I arrive."
'What if you're too late?' Ryou asked silently, biting his tongue to keep himself from talking. Yami no Bakura finally turned and saw fear filling the lighter half's eyes. He sighed in frustration, leaning on his weapon almost casually.
"You asked too many questions. Why don't you figure stuff out on your own?" the dark spirit snapped coldly. Ryou bowed his head shamefully. Yami no Bakura's scowl deepened. "Just kept your weapon between you and your enemy," he advised in an annoyed tone and then swung off their concealed platform onto a branch and then dropped to the ground dashing off into the forest through the shadows of the trees.
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This had to be hell; there was no other explanation. Malik took in loud harsh gasps as he struggled to get oxygen through the wad of cloth clogging up his mouth and throat. The ropes that his darker side had unfortunately found under one of the many trees, bit into the skin around his wrists and ankles. He had been mercilessly tied up and then dropped at the very back of a dark sunken cave. He struggled and kicked to get to the entrance and escape but his darker side had tied the ropes attached to his body to a rock at the bottom of the cave. After a while Malik gave up. He lay against the dirt floor of the cave, heart pounding.
'Damn it! He knows that if I had the chance I'd kill him,' he thought bitterly, eyes gazing at the unreachable entrance longingly. 'And if he had the same chance, he'd probably kill me as well.' The ropes had rubbed his skin raw; it hurt to struggle anymore. 'If only I could run away… I could run to Bakura and he'd do it for me, right?' Immeasurable hate burned in Malik but it wasn't enough to cut the ropes binding him to that cave. His eyes watered in his helplessness. 'Will I ever be able to escape him?'
"Comfortable?" a deep voice growled mockingly from the entrance above, Yami no Malik's pale eyes glowing with excitement. Malik scuttled as far away from his darker side as possible. Like a spider, Yami no Malik crawled down next to his lighter half. Malik tried to kick him as he came down but Yami no Malik dodging his foot as it came flying at him. He chuckled.
"Still struggling?" he mused, "You'll have to forgive me for tying you up like this but I can't have you running around getting in my way, like you did last time…" His eyes fell on the raw skin underneath the ropes. "You're damaging yourself. You know how much I hate that," his voice became very harsh, eyes flickering over Malik's form. He leaned forward. Malik pulled back against the wall of the cave shivering. Yami no Malik's face was hovering over his lighter half's. It made Malik sick, looking into those eyes.
"Do you really hate me that much?" he asked, cold features softening, his voice sounding almost sincere. Malik gave a start at this sudden mood change. Yami no Malik grinned madly, returning to old self. He laughed, voice rising in pitch, the sound hurting Malik's ears.
"Don't worry, my weaker half, it won't be long now," his long claw-like fingers reached for Malik's face. Malik flinched as their cool tips dragged across his skin. A far off look was in Yami no Malik's eyes as he petted Malik's platinum blonde hair; curling pale off-white locks around his dark fingers almost tenderly. "Soon I'll kill the others and then the dark power will be ours."
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"What do we do now?" Yami no Yugi asked his light side. They were both sitting at the foot of a tree, almost side by side but Yugi wasn't paying his darker half any attention. His purple eyes wandered over the thin clump of bushes that barely managed to conceal them from the outside world. "Aibou?" Yami no Yugi waved a hand in front of Yugi's face to get his attention. Yugi turned to glare at him, round eyes suddenly narrowed. "What's wrong, aibou?" his darker half asked slightly taken aback.
"You asked me to leave you," Yugi accused sharply. "You told me to run away and leave you there."
"I thought it was the best solution," Yami no Yugi protested awkwardly. "After all if you had died both of us would have-"
"That's not the point!" Yugi cried, fists balling at his sides. "If you had died then I would have died too! Even if wasn't right away, someone like Yami no Bakura or Yami no Malik would have come along and killed me sooner or later. We can't survive this game unless we stay together."
"But…" his darker half lowered his gaze. "If you died, I could never forgive myself…" Yugi's expression softened slightly; his tense hands relaxed
"But I can fight too. I can protect you when you protect me," Yugi insisted firmly. He placed a comforting soft hand over his darker half's. "Besides if you died… I'd have nothing to live for," Yugi added nervously. Yami no Yugi lifted his dark red eyes making contact with Yugi's purple ones. Yugi suddenly forgot to breathe, his throat didn't seem to be working. He was hypnotized by his darker side's stare.
It was the first time Yugi noticed how close he and darker half were sitting and how smooth Yami no Yugi's solid skin looked in the artificial light.
"Its weird…" Yugi said truthfully, looking down and picking up Yami no Yugi's hand, running his fingers curiously over Yami no Yugi's knuckles. "You finally having your own body, even though it's just an illusion," Yugi mumbled, insides squirming. His darker side grinned nervously.
"Yeah, it's a little weird…" he agreed. He put his other hand over Yugi's, entwining their fingers around each other. Yugi looked up; his head was spinning. One moment of stillness.
Suddenly there was a noise outside of their hiding place. Both pairs of hands recoiled suddenly as their owners turned toward the entrance, their precious connection broken. Yami no Yugi stood up and pulled out the sword that was hanging from his belt and stepped cautiously out between the bushes into the unprotected forest. Yugi followed a few steps behind him, also with a sword in his hand. There was silence all around them. Dark red suspicious eyes scanned their surroundings.
"Look," Yugi said walking forward. Yami no Yugi rushed to his aibou's side in case any shadowy characters were waiting to attack him. Yugi leaned over and picked up a coil of rope on the ground. "This wasn't here when we arrived, was it?"
"I don't remember it being there, I think we would have seen it," Yami no Yugi answered eyeing the rope skeptically.
"Maybe the guy who brought us here is trying to give us more weapons," Yugi suggested. "He wants to give us the prefect opportunity to kill each other, any means necessary."
"So, he's probably giving the others more supplies too," Yami no Yugi concluded walking back to the clump of bushes again. Yugi followed him but just as Yami no Yugi was about to step back into their hiding place, something shot out of the brushes, aimed right at Yugi.
"AIBOU!" His dark side cried and jumped forward, but he couldn't reach his lighter half in time. The thing tackled Yugi and held the end of a foot and a half long blade next to the pale skin at Yugi's throat. Yugi gulped but did not move.
"B-Bakura-kun," Yugi choked, neck stretched trying to move away from the blade. The white haired demon grinned triumphantly.
"What now, all mighty one?" Yami no Bakura growled, voice low, dark eyes dancing. "I hold your life and the life of your precious partner in my hands." Yami no Yugi's body went rigid, eyes wide with despair.
'Not aibou, not aibou…' repeated itself a hundred times in his brain.
"Let him go, Bakura! Don't you dare touch him!" Yami no Yugi pleaded desperately. Yami no Bakura's grin widened and he laughed shrilly, always keeping his eyes on the other dark soul in case he tried to suddenly attack.
"I want you to remember this," Yami no Bakura snarled, the smile suddenly disappearing from his face, his expression hardening. "I want you to remember how it feels for me to have your life in my control. That if my hand accidentally slips only an inch the shadows will consume you." Yami Yugi's hands trembled. There was no doubt in Yami no Yugi's mind that Yami no Bakura would do it, he was really going to kill them both.
He was going to kill Yugi.
Then, when hopelessness seemed certain, Yami no Bakura smirked and pulled the blade away from Yugi's neck and shoved him right into Yami no Yugi's arms. Yami no Yugi desperately clutched his lighter half to his chest, pulling his aibou closer so they would never have to let go. Yugi hugged him fiercely back, pressing his face into Yami no Yugi's shoulder.
Yami no Bakura waited not so patiently for a couple of seconds, glaring irritably at the pair of them.
"I'm still here, you know," he reminded the two with a snarl. Yugi and his dark side pulled away from each other, both their faces slightly pink.
"Why did you do that, Bakura-kun?" Yugi asked finally, his darker side still holding onto Yugi's shoulders protectively.
"To prove a point," Yami no Bakura answered harshly. "To show you that I can kill you at any moment I want." Yami no Yugi took another step closer to his lighter half. "But I won't."
"Why?" Yami no Yugi snapped. "Are you planning on using us to get Malik first and then kill us off!" Yami no Bakura glared at Yami no Yugi mildly as though he pitied the other spirit for being too impulsive to understand his reasoning.
"Actually, I was planning on a truce. A partnership between our two groups," he explained more to Yugi than to his darker half.
"We'll all have to kill each other sooner or later. Why make a truce now?" Yami no Yugi questioned skeptically. Yami no Bakura scoffed.
"You don't understand it, do you? Remember what the guy said before? This is a game. Our opponents aren't each other, it's the guy who put us here," Bakura explained coldly, eyes bored as though this were the obvious answer.
"What do you mean?" Yugi asked, voice raising hopefully.
"I believe that if all three teams work together there is a way to break this illusion," Yami no Bakura explained.
"Doesn't that seem a little too easy?" Yami no Yugi asked, even more suspiciously. Yami no Bakura shrugged.
"Well, you can always try your luck on your own," he suggested casually. "I'm not going to stop you. Of course you two on your own aren't strong enough to fight Yami no Malik and if given the opportunity you probably wouldn't even be able to kill him either. " Yugi bent his head slightly. "My host is also not in good very condition," Yami no Bakura admitted irritated. "He's weak. He can't even protect himself." Yugi shivered, Yami no Bakura spoke of Ryou as though he were an unneeded asset. Yami no Yugi had noticed this too and his eyes narrowed. "So will you agree to this truce?" he put out a hand towards Yami Yugi. The darker Yugi looked at his lighter half. Yugi nodded encouragingly.
What else can we do? This is our best chance of survival, Yugi said logically.
But Bakura could turn on us at any moment, Yami no Yugi protested.
If he wanted to kill us he would have done so before hand. Yami no Yugi frowned. Come on, there's safety in numbers. Yami no Yugi looked down at his lighter half, an indescribable intense look in his eyes. Yugi's insides shook again.
I don't want to lose you, Yami no Yugi admitted pleadingly, his mind voice surprisingly soft. Yugi took a hold of his arm.
You won't, he insisted firmly. Yami Yugi smiled; the gesture made Yugi suddenly light headed. The darker half turned to Bakura.
"We'll agree but on only one condition, that you won't make a move without discussing it with us first and we all decided on it," Yami no Yugi demanded. Yami no Bakura groaned and looked quite irritated at this compromise.
"Fine," he snarled reluctantly. Yami put out a hand to seal the deal. Yami no Bakura reached forward to take it when his body suddenly froze, then suddenly went rigid. There was a second of pause before Bakura's head snapped around as though he had just heard something far away.
"Bakura-kun?" Yugi asked concerned. "What's wrong?"
"Yadonushi…" Bakura hissed and without another word, sped off in the opposite direction. Yugi looked at his darker side fearfully.
"You don't think Bakura left the other Bakura all alone, do you?" Yugi asked.
"He might have had no choice," Yami no Yugi said picking up his sword and sliding it through his belt. "Come on, he might need our help."
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Anyone catch how I cleverly made it so I don't have to use dashes anymore? Go me.
I'm getting lazy. From this point onward Ryou will just be called Ryou. Every time I type Bakura I always assume I'm talking about Yami Bakura so even I get confused (its cause I read too many fanfictions) and authors getting confused at their own stories is not a good thing.
Glaives? I didn't just make them up I swear. Any of you people have/played a Soul Caliber game? Song Mina has a glaive only it called a Zanbatou which is the same name of the weapon Sanosuke has in the beginning of Ruroni Kenshin only its a giant sword. Anyway when I first heard ofthem they were called a glaives so deal with it.
Can you tell why I like this chapter? What's that? The darker halves don't like their hikaris? Well TOO BAD! (shoves pairs together) This way Yami Bakura and Yami Malik HAVE to care about their lighter halves! Mwahahahahahahahaha!
I am such a genius.
MALIK IS SO COOL!
Next chapter: LOOK OUT! NOOOOOO! NOT RYOU! What the hell is THAT? Oh shit, its ANGST!
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