Laddershipping (Yami no Bakura x Zorc)

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I am not complete.

But it was the first clear thought he had had in some time, so that was a start.

Broken. I'm broken.

Where was he? What had happened? Shattered thoughts floated around his head, turning and turning and turning, knocking against each other, shattering further.

Darkness. It was dark. That shouldn't be a problem. He was darkness. He was darkness. Darkness was his.

No. He was afraid of the dark. Always had been. Ever since the tunnels. Since the glowing gold at the end of the tunnels. Since the heavy smell of burning bones and hair and flesh and the sounds of knives plunging into flesh and the shouts of armored men breaking down doors and the screams and the soft hands pushing him down into tunnels and telling him to run.

No. Those weren't his. Those weren't his memories.

Were they?

A ripping feeling. Something shattering. Two things shattered. Which pieces were his? What was he? The pieces, all jumbled. Thoughts. Contradicting thoughts. Which were first? Which came first? Which were important?

Myname.

What was it? What was his name, anyway? What was he? Who was he?

Human. No.

God. No.

Both?

Both.

At least now.

Darkness. Darkness and pain. Where was he? What had he done? What encased him? What held his soul captive?

Piece by piece. Had to be put back together. Were all the pieces here? How had he shattered in the first place?

Who? What?

Thoughts hitting against each other as they swirled too quickly.

Memories? What did he have?

A knife. A knife in his own breast. Blood dripping through his fingers. A laugh. Because this was what he wanted. He laughed. Because he was dying. Because his blood was splattering the hateful golden things made from burning bone and flesh and hair. His blood. His soul. It would go to the Dark One. It would open the door. It would end the world, destroy everything and everyone, all the things he hated. Everything would perish.

Was that him? Was that his memories?

Breaking through. Opening the veils between the worlds, pierced by the blood and death of the servant. Finally. Freedom. Freedom to drag the world of humans into eternal nothing. Freedom to destroy. To kill. To erase. Everything would die.

Was that him?

Or was he both now?

Settling. Thoughts settling. Pieces were kept and lost. Putting them together. Where? Where was he? What was he now? Not the human, not the one who had killed himself and used his hate to open up the door to destruction. Not Bakura. Not the god, who had used the human to destroy. Not Apep. Both now.

Both.

An interesting concept.

A mind began to reform. A little of the thief. A little of the god. Swirling together, fitting like puzzle pieces, pieces that had been shattered and jumbled by the hated pharaoh. Only that was the same among the pieces.

Only the hate for that pharaoh was the same.

Time to wake up. Time to go. Time to lure in an unsuspecting human, to take him away from this tomb where he had been sealed, where he had been locked away within the golden ring.

Come to me. Come to me.

First attempt. Failure. The man who came for him was caught. Killed.

He was worthless anyway.

Second attempt. Failure. But...he had been able to kill the turbaned Tombkeeper in the process. It was a start. Even if he was able to use the Items to stay as a spirit. It was a start.

Third attempt. Success. He had escaped. In the hands of the little white haired girl, he had left the tomb behind.

She was too strong for him. He would not be able to use her to project.

Ah.

Her brother was perfect.

"Nii-san! Happy birthday!"

The Ring. In the hands of one who could hold him. Hanging around the neck of a host that would support him. Yeeesss. Now, he was getting somewhere.

"Ah, Amane-chan! Thank you!"

"Here's something from us, Ryo-kun!"

"Thank you, mama! Papa!"

Seeing through the boy's eyes. Strange paper in bright colors being ripped away to reveal a box.

"Ah! It's the original! Thank you! Thank you!"

A game? It was unlike the games he remembered.

Zork III: The Dungeon Master, it read.

Zork. What an interesting name.

In the darkness, he could feel a smile coming on.

What was he now? Not a thief. Not a god.

A dungeon master.

Perhaps he would be called Zork.

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A/N: Yeeahhh...so it wasn't really Yami no Bakura x Zorc, was it...? I consider them the same people, with Thief King and the dark god of Egyptian mythology Apep being the original two halves, and Zork/Yami Bakura being the conglomeration of the two souls accidentally shattered and then sealed in the Millennium Ring, trying to put itself back together and getting mixed up to create an entirely new personality. I just thought this would be a great way to show off my headcanons about the subject. I don't know, did I pull it off?

Well, that's it for the L's! *confetti* Kyoudaishipping (Mana x Mahad x Atem) is next!