Yeah...
This is a bit sick
Where did I come up with this? I dunno. -sigh-
I'll update Control tomorrow. I swear. I get the day off because it is atheletics. The reason I haven't updated sooner is because my computer malfunctioned. It isnt really even properly fixed. Meh.
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Brown eyes.
Such pretty brown eyes. Wide and innocent, like a young child. Never to close again. He smirked, one finger gently stroking the pale cheek, as cold and stiff as marble. Dark, ugly bruises marked his neck like medallions.
"Yami... Yami, please don't do this..."
"Shut up! Shut up, you pathetic brat! You deserve this! You deserve to die! I have been waiting so long, so long for this moment, when I can finally kill you."
"No..."
Bakura smiled. It was so sweet to finally kill the nuisance. To have him lying dead before him.
"P-Please..."
"You knew this was coming." Bakura snarled, his crimson orbs very close to the lights wide eyes filled with tears. "You knew that as soon as I regained my form again, I would have no use for you. Don't act so surprised." Ryou was sobbing, shaking his head as he struggled weakly in the mans strong hold, seeming to crack under Bakura's tanned grip.
"No... Don't do this." He whispered weakly, clinging tightly to Bakura. "Please, please don't do this. I-I'll go away, far away, s-s-so you'll never have to see me again..." His voice broke, burying his head uselessly into the crook of the demons neck. "P-Pl-Plea-Please." He moaned, his hands clutching even tighter onto the red fabric.
"Stop it." Bakura snarled, one hand striking the light hard across the face. "I've had to put up with you for seven years. I'm not leaving you after all of that, oh no..." Ryou shook his head, sobbing brokenly as he clung to the man for literally dear life.
"No.."
"You deserve death."
"No..."
Bakura grinned at the memory, the young lights eyes growing wider, pupils dilating. Writhing desperately for mercy, until he finally fell limp, eyes still wide open in fear. And he was gone. Gone forever. No more whining when Ryou felt 'Hungry' or 'Thirsty' if he possessed the brats body for long periods of time. No more listening to him whimper and cry whenever he had a bad dream. No more of his eyes, his wide imploring eyes, that now, even in death, were still begging for mercy...
He growled, fingers brushing the leather-clad dagger that rested at his hip. He slammed the blade into the lifeless teens eyes, the bridge of his nose crinkling in a snarl. Stupid weak host. He never had anything.
Standing up, Bakura licked the blood off of the knife, glaring down at Ryou's corpse. "I hate you." He muttered, kicking at him one last time before leaving the small stone room, submerged below the ground.
I hate you.
I'm weird.
R&R? -looks hopeful-
