Zoku Necrophadisu – the evil pot
Myrtle's pale fingers held a simple earthen pot carefully in place as Bakura wrote Zoku's full name on it, chanting under his breath as he did so. It had been nearly an hour already and he had not yet finished the name, but he was willing to take as long as he had to in order to make sure that he had it exactly right. After all, if he didn't write the name properly then the ritual would have no effect.
Tongue between his teeth, Bakura finished the last stroke and sat back on his heels, breathing a sigh of relief. "There." He put the brush out of the way and stood, stretching his legs, which had begun to go numb after staying in the same position for so long. "Now, we need to wait until the ink's dry, so I'll go start digging. You know how to create a fire magically right?" He waited for her affirmative nod before continuing. "All right then, why don't you clear a space for one outside so we don't burn the place down, and I'll meet you back here when I'm done. Sound good?"
The girl nodded, letting go of the pot and waving her hands in the air frantically, trying to work some feeling back into them. "I'm glad we can finally get this over with. This has been starting to worry me."
Bakura nodded, snatching a trowel from the pile in the back of the shed and heading out the back. They were in one of the old gardening sheds close to the Forbidden Forest, out of the way of castle where it would be unlikely that anyone would see them, even if they were looking. Smirking, he knelt and began to dig a hole at the boundary of the forest, making it as deep as possible. The pot would be only shards and ashes when they were finished, but he still wanted them buried as deeply as possible.
By the time he had the hole dug out to his satisfaction, his hands were scratched and covered in dirt, and his knees and back ached, but he was ready for them to move on. Making his way back to the shack, he found that Myrtle had gotten there ahead of him and was waiting for him to arrive. The now dry pot was resting on a piece of cloth so that they wouldn't lose any of the shards, and she was holding a thick stick, which she handed to him, picking up another for herself.
He began to chant again, calling on the powers that be to aid them in sending this demon away, concentrating on destroying the name, and thus the demon who owned it and of whom it was a symbol. Face twisted into a snarl, he began to smash the pot to pieces, imagining that he was hurting the demon who had taken over his life. Myrtle gave him a startled, almost frightened glance, then seemed to steel herself as she joined him, pounding away at the ceramic until there was nothing left larger than his thumbnail.
Panting, Bakura shook off the flakes of ceramic that remained on his makeshift club onto the fabric, and set it down, letting Myrtle carry the bundle of fabric and clinking tile to the large area she had cleared away earlier. The girl dumped her burden in the center, then pulled out her wand, pointed it at the lumpy bundle, and said, "Incendio," in a clear voice. Moments later, blue flames leapt up, burning away the outer fabric covering in seconds, and beginning to work on the shattered remains of 'Zoku Necrophadisu'.
Smiling slightly, Bakura took a seat on the springy turf, and reached up to tug Myrtle down beside him. The sight of his enemy's name going up in flames was surprisingly satisfying. Perhaps it was the thrill of knowing that he would no longer be bothered by the demon that made it so.
Myrtle was yawning sleepily by the time the fire had burned down, and Bakura stepped forward to collect the ashes, digging up some of the turf underneath what remained of their work so as to be sure he hadn't missed anything. He was grinning as he dumped it all into the hole and shoveled the remaining dirt in, stamping on it until it lay flat, then let out a sigh of blissful relief as the presence in his mind, which had become all too familiar over the course of these past months, simply vanished. Laughing euphorically, Bakura turned to Myrtle and kissed her.