Dealshipping (Bakura Amane/Bakura Ryo/Yami no Bakura)

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"Do you want to see her again?"

Ryo's hand jerked so badly at the voice that his pen left a long squiggly mark down the bottom of the page. Oh, no...the letter was ruined.

He lifted his eyes upwards to the projection of the spirit that leaned against his bedroom window, arms crossed. The spirit that possessed him smirked—he was a strange, eerie mirror image of Ryo himself, save for just a handful of differences that you would only see if you kept looking...not that Ryo wanted to.

"Go away," he whispered, his voice hoarse with sleep deprivation.

Yami Bakura tutted softly.

"I was just trying to be helpful, landlord," he said with a sniff. "Amane-chan, isn't it...? That's who you're writing to. Your cute little sister."

Ryo looked back down at his paper and tried to ignore how the ring was starting to become incredibly cold at his chest, the way it did when Yami Bakura started increasing his influence. He had been trying to take the ring off for a while now, but Yami Bakura kept threatening to stab it into his skin again, so he had just given up. Ignoring him was sometimes the best he could do.

Yami Bakura leaned in over the desk, trying to read Ryo's letter.

"Dear sister," Yami Bakura read out loud. "How is heaven? Is mom doing all right?"

He actually laughed, and Ryo felt a twist of actual anger at the base of his stomach. His eyes were so heavy...but he didn't want to sleep, because Yami Bakura's thoughts always mixed into his dreams even if the spirit wasn't trying to, and he would dream of blood and death and twisted, mutilated bodies...

"I could help you talk to her again, you know," Yami Bakura said. "It wouldn't be hard. I'm a ghost, too, you know...I could go get her. Drag her down here for a chat with her big brother."

"Please don't," Ryo said.

He folded up the unfinished letter and slid it into the drawer right under the desk with the others. He would write another one tomorrow—a better one.

"Why not? You clearly miss her."

Ryo dragged his gaze back up to the spirit, trying not to show just how fucking tired he was.

"And why would you even do that?" he said. "You don't care about me as long as my body stays healthy enough for you to use it. You've made that clear."

Yami Bakura's grin was predatory, and Ryo had to shiver.

"Consider it...a deal," he said. "I let Amane-chan come back for a bit to say hi to her big brother, in exchange for all of the lovely help you've been giving me in using your body. It's a thank you present, see?"

Ryo just blinked.

"That's not like you," he said. "Well—the promising thank you presents is, but the presents actually being legitimate presentsisn't. What do you want out of this?"

"Can't I just want to see you smile, landlord?"

Ryo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yami Bakura made an exaggerated pouty face.

"Amane-chan would be so, so sad that her brother didn't want to see her," he said. "So sad. Tragic, really. Big brother doesn't want anything to do with her after she died. She's not important enough except to give big brother man pain."

"Just...stop."

Ryo was too tired to deal with this. He just wanted to sleep...

And then he choked on his own saliva when the projection of Yami Bakura shifted in front of him, and suddenly he was looking at—

It was a mirror image of him in a different way, a mirror of him when he was nine years old, small and scrawny with mussed up hair falling out of pink pigtail ties, big green eyes bubbling with tears.

"Niisan," came a very high pitched, girlish, childish voice. "Niisan, don't you want to see me anymore?"

Ryo fell backwards out of his chair so quickly that the entire world spun and his eyes flashed spots over the backs of his eyelids, and he could hear Yami Bakura laughing, his voice no longer like Amane's. Only Ryo's heart couldn't stop pounding, it had looked just like her and he had started to forget her face but now he remembered it clear as day and—

He laid on the floor and wrapped his arms over his eyes, trying to blot out the sound of Yami Bakura's laughs as he cried.

. . .

A/N: What an evil fic lol. Next is Dashshipping (Miho x Shizuka).