Game Over
'So, the little one has his needs too,' Bakura mused, noting Yugi's blush. 'I wonder whether Ryou would mind me using his body to fuck Yugi.' He hadn't been lying, the boy was beautiful, and after centuries of confinement he really needed some.
"Cat got your tongue?" he asked dryly, seeing that Yugi still hadn't recovered.
"Eh? I – sorry." Yugi's face slowly lost its color, and he gave Bakura an apologetic smile. "No one's ever called me that before."
Bakura blinked. He couldn't be serious. Surely someone must have told him how he looked. Modern day mortals couldn't be that blind, could they? Didn't he ever look in a mirror? He laughed at the thought and repeated his thought out loud. "Modern day humans must be blind." The painful looking flush suffused Yugi's face again, and Bakura smirked. It was nice to know he could still do that, even in this body.
Bright light flooded the area and Bakura shaded his eyes, throwing up a barrier to prevent the crumbling walls from crushing them. The pharaoh had won. After three millennia his family was finally avenged.
Moments later the magic overwhelmed him, and he was trapped in the Ring once again. He could feel Ryou's presence only faintly, which told him that his host was not wearing the Ring. Well, that was normal enough. He'd never figured out why the string always broke when he lost, but it had never failed yet. When the Ring was picked up, however, it was the pharaoh's – Atemu's – presence he felt, not the familiar moonbeam soft presence of his light.
He was startled for a moment, and then he laughed at himself for not knowing this would happen. Atemu had tried it before, after all. He didn't seem to realize that despite the fact that he used Ryou's body to do things in a more parasitical relationship than Atemu had with Yugi, they still needed each other in the same way. Ryou knew, of course; his other half may have been many things, but he wasn't stupid.
Absently, Bakura wondered how long it would take before Ryou found a way to get the Ring back. If he took too long, then Bakura would have to do it for him, but he hated possessing other bodies. Ryou's body accepted him as the boy's mind did, but he had never felt right possessing anyone else.
The hostile presence of the pharaoh receded, replaced by Yugi's normally sunny light, now dimmed slightly by a gentle sorrow. Bakura considered for a moment, and then flicked a query to Yugi through his bond with the Puzzle, carefully shielding himself from the pharaoh's awareness. Yugi might be a prospective ally, but the thief doubted he'd be able to convince Atemu of his sincerity. Once someone had earned Atemu's enmity it took more effort than he was willing to expend to change his mind.
Surprise, disbelief, and then an incredulous joy echoed through the Puzzle as Yugi felt his thought. /Bakura! I thought Yami had killed you/ Bakura felt a soft warmth suffusing him at the thought that Yugi actually cared what happened to him. He hadn't had anyone except Ryou care for him since – fiercely he blocked off that thought. Now was not the time to mourn them.
/Him? Kill me/ Bakura scoffed, choosing to forget the fact that it had been a close thing the last time Atemu had tried to kill him. If it hadn't been for his connection to the Puzzle he might not have managed it.
/Sorry/ Yugi responded unrepentantly, his radiant joy at Bakura's presence un-dampened by such mundane considerations as what Atemu would do if he realized that he had yet to finish the job he'd begun.
Bakura sighed. /You have things to do now, don't you/ Without anything further, he cut the link completely, and fell to his knees in his soul room, letting the fierce grief, unabated despite the millennia that had passed, rage over him for the last time. Those responsible were dead now, and his family could finally have their peace.
