Plundershipping (Yami no Bakura x Yami no Yugi x Jonouchi)


Summer was ending. He could taste it in the air, the aura of encroaching death. Soon, the plants would begin to wither, the stifling heat would fade to blistering cold, and a silent death would fall over the earth for a short time.

Yami no Bakura relished the feeling.

Yami no Yugi and Jonouchi hadn't noticed that he had switched over yet. They were too busy talking as they meandered down the afternoon city sidewalk. Ryo was beating weakly against his mental prison, trying to regain enough control to warn his friends – it was almost endearing. Yami no Bakura almost regretted having to force his host's consciousness down with force. But not much.

"So then he got all up in my face saying there was no way I could beat him in anything," Jonouchi said, telling some story that Bakura wasn't particularly interested in. "And I got all up in his face and told him I could beat him at everything!"

Yami no Yugi laughed slightly.

"Brilliant comeback, Jonouchi," he said.

"Hey, it was the first thing I thought of! Don't interrupt, I'm telling a story here!"

Yami no Yugi grinned.

"I can't help it. Your story leaves so much room for me to interrupt."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean? Take a page outta Ryo's book; he's listening nicely!"

A small twitch of a smile graced Yami no Bakura's face.

"Actually, I was just waiting for the right moment to interrupt. Thank you, Jonouchi, for providing me with that opening."

He rather enjoyed the suddenness of the smiles being wiped from both of their faces. Instantly, both of them were tense and angry.

"How long have you been there?" Yami no Yugi said, red eyes flashing.

"Oh, only a few moments, no need to get yourself in a tangle," Bakura said with a wave of his hand.

"You get out of Ryo's head right now, ya bastard," Jonouchi said, cocking back a fist.

"Ah, ah, ah, it's Ryo that will feel that later, not me," Bakura said. "How unfortunate."

Jonounchi's fist tightened a little bit more, so much that it started to tremble. He wanted to fight back but he didn't want to hurt his friend. How precious.

"What are you after, Bakura?" Yami no Yugi said. "Why are you here?"

"Oh, wouldn't you love to know, pharaoh," Bakura said teasingly. "I'm afraid, however, I've wasted enough time playing words with the two of you. I have...other places to be this time. Don't worry, I haven't planned anything particularly dastardly for you or your friends. Not today."

He took a step back away from them, intending to leave. He did, in fact, have other places to be. It had just been too hard to pass up messing with the pharaoh and his blockhead of a friend.

"You think we're just gonna stand here and let you walk away?" Jonouchi said. "I don't think so!"

"Jonouchi, wait!" Yami no Yugi shouted.

Too late. Jonouchi had already flung himself forward. Bakura frowned, a little annoyed at the distraction. But a distraction was all it was. In only a few seconds, he had grabbed Jonouchi by the arm, flipped him around and twisted his arm very painfully behind the blond boy's back. Jonouchi let out a gasp. Yami no Yugi's shoulder's tensed upwards.

"Oh, my, so reckless," Bakura hissed into Jonouchi's ear. It was annoying, but he nearly had to stand on tiptoe in order to do so. He hated when his opponent was taller than him.

"Let go of me, ya bastard –" Jonouchi's swears were cut off as Bakura pulled his arm a little harder.

"It would be so, so easy to break this arm," Bakura said. "Don't try my patience, mortal."

"Bakura," Yami no Yugi said warningly.

The stare-down lasted for just a little while longer. Then Bakura released Jonouchi and shoved him forwards. He stumbled, but caught himself.

"Don't try to follow me," Bakura hissed. His amusement was gone – now he was just irritated. "Or next time I'll put a knife between his ribs."

One more black stare between the three of them passed. Then Bakura stepped back. He turned around and walked away down the sidewalk.

Yes, death was heavy upon the far horizon. But not today. It could wait. Until then, Bakura allowed himself to fantasize about the blood that would spill when he was finally done with this tireless quest...


A/N: Wow, Bakura is evil. And wow, I hate threesomes. Next is Pleashipping (Mahad x Priestess Isis). One of my favorites!