Morishipping (Yami no Bakura x Honda)
Hiroto Honda was oblivious. Impulsive. Stupid. They were the reasons Yami no Bakura chose to possess him during the Memory World arc. Anzu was too saccharine; Yami no Bakura would rather not spend too much time in her head. Jonouchi was too stubborn, and had already been possessed once – it was likely that he would notice what was going on and throw him out. And Yugi was simply not a viable solution. Yami no Bakura was not stupid enough to underestimate the power of the host's mind.
So it was Honda, the slow, impulsive, reckless Honda that Yami no Bakura chose to possess and use.
Yami no Bakura, or at least, a part of him, hid in the back of Honda's subconscious, watching with an amused eye as the pharaoh's barbershop quartet struggled to find the lost name. As soon as he had it, he could use Honda to dispose of the others, and the name – the key to opening the darkness – would be his.
"Come on, let's go," Yugi called back, as he jogged towards the tomb. "We're running out of time!"
"I hear ya, Yugi, we're coming as quick as we can!" Jonouchi shouted.
Anzu didn't waste breath in answering, she simply hurried on ahead. But Honda...lingered. He hesitated before joining the others. So intent on their mission they were, they did not notice the slowed pace of Honda's step. Soon, all three of them had disappeared into the darkness of the open tomb, and only Honda remained outside in the desert sun.
Yami no Bakura roiled, but forced himself to remain calm. But if the idiot human didn't go inside and see the name...
"I know you're in there."
Yami no Bakura froze. Then he relaxed. He couldn't possibly be talking to him. Perhaps there was someone else following them? Perhaps that was who Honda was speaking to.
But Honda looked at nothing except the gaping mouth of the tomb. There was a strange determination filtering in through his brain.
"I'm talking to you. Bakura. It's you, isn't it? I thought something happened back there, with the ancient version of you. You're in my head, aren't you?"
And now the shock coursed through Bakura. Honda? Honda had noticed him? It wasn't possible.
"I'm not stupid," Honda said through gritted teeth. "I know that if you were gonna try and sabotage us, you'd target me first. Well, I've got news for you – I'm not letting you win. I'm not going into the tomb – you won't get to see the name. Just Yugi and the others will. You don't get to know it until the pharaoh gets it back and uses it to kick your ass."
Yami no Bakura quivered with rage. He exploded from the boy's subconscious and into the conscious, starting to push on all the buttons he knew to take complete control.
And Honda threw him off.
Yami no Bakura cursed. He had gotten soft, he realized. He was so used to exerting his control over Ryo, a boy that he had had years to work on, to break down. But now he was fighting against a young man who had grown up in a world that forced him to be stubborn and never give ground, and he was using every last bit of strength to force Bakura out.
Bakura snarled. The stab of his magic cause Honda to cry out and drop to one knee. But still, the boy fought on, letting out another cry as he mentally struck back. Bakura flinched in spite of himself. If he lost his grip on this boy's mind, then he would be thrown back out into the World of Memory and forced to reunite with the main part of his soul in Thief King Bakura, and he would have no chance of stealing the pharaoh's name!
It was close – too close. With a mighty heave, Honda shoved Bakura out of his head – but Bakura had managed to get a tight grip on a few of Honda's memories, and Honda's push caused them to rip open.
The boy was frozen in a silent scream as images from his past spilled out into his head, unable to stop remembering the worst days of his life – his first gang fight, the death of his mother, the day the girl he loved rejected him, all of the stupid mistakes he had made in his life that had resulted in him or someone else getting hurt –
It was the breakthrough that Bakura needed. Honda shuddered. His mind withdrew like a turtle into its shell, trying to defend itself from the horrible memories by hiding itself. Bakura took the advantage to pull himself into full control of Honda's body.
The boy struggled weakly for a few more moments, but he had doomed himself by shying away from the terrible memories. From his current position, he hardly had the energy or the vantage to dethrone Bakura now.
Bakura flexed Honda's fingers experimentally – this was a much different physique than he was used to. Ryo was a much more slender figure. Honda was tall and wiry.
Honda tried once more to fight back, and Bakura pushed him aside.
"There's a saying in Rome, Honda-kun," he said, in Honda's voice. "One that you should remember. Memento mori. Remember that you must die."
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Honda swore at him. Bakura only smiled.
"Keep that up, and I'll make that saying a reality," he said.
Then, still with a cruel smile on his face, he headed into the tomb. There were still things to be done.
A/N: yaaaay I finally finished this one! :D I did some research, and as far as I can tell the "Mori" in Morishipping comes from the Roman saying "memento mori," which, as the story says, means "remember that you must die." Kinda cheerful, huh? Next is Moralshipping (Anzu x Priest Mahad).
