Author's Notes: I'm glad you guys wanted the second part because I've been away all weekend and got some ideas for it – hence the reason I've just started writing this at 9pm on Sunday. Seriously I did a 13-mile walk yesterday and a 6-mile walk today and my legs hurt like hell (I walk like a penguin!). Also, like on the first part, I'll warn you when the yaoi starts and ends. So here it is, Bakura's POV of the story:

Sunflower Samurai

Bakura stared down at the boy who cowered before him. Blood from his slaughtered family soaked into his clothes and covered his hands in an attempt to consume him.

"What are you waiting for?" His owner's voice commanded. "Kill him!" Bakura knew he had to, but his body wouldn't comprehend. Why was this happening? The strange sensation filled his soul as he leered into the hazel eyes of his mini look alike. Sure the boy's skin was pale, not to mention his hair was a tad longer, but he still looked like him. He stepped forwards and the boy scurried to his feet and ran. With a sigh, Bakura ran after him. He had to do this, it was his job, it was his duty; but he didn't want to kill him. It was like killing a member of your family. He chased the teen along the street, passers by moved as he charged with his sword held ready. He watched as his prey dived into an alley, which seemed like a poor attempt to get away. But none the less he went in, but slowly. Before he even entered the shadows, he could sense the presence – the boy was hiding in a waste bin. He heard as the lid lifted, obviously so the occupant could see. The samurai almost found it funny; yet why wasn't he over there, throwing the kid to the floor and watching him cower in fear? Why wasn't he driving his sword into the supple neck? Killing him slowly. Bakura became frustrated in his own mind. Shaking it from his head, he sighed and strolled out of the alley, leaving it empty and cold.

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The sun hung high in the sky as the streets were packed with shoppers. The area was tranquil, that was until:

"WHAT?" The voice blurted out into the street, making the people nearby jump and look towards the source of the commotion. Inside the small teahouse, the table had been thrown to the floor, hot liquid creeping along the wooden floor.

"I told you once- Dammit Kouhai- I've told you a million times! You don't get your full pay until you kill him." The man said. He sat on the floor calmly as he address his bodyguard.

"One: don't call me Kouhai – you don't have seniority over me, and two: does it really matter? It was just some lousy kid!" The samurai shouted back. He had had enough of this. For months now his wages had been docked, not that it made them low but he still wanted full pay.

"Look, Bakura." His owner now looked stern. "If we said that about everyone then nobody would be killed. He may not have been our main target but we leave no family links if they see us. Remember?" Bakura slouched in defeat.

"I know." He mumbled. A hand was held out to him that contained a decent amount of money. He snatched it ungratefully and stormed out of the teahouse. "Baka." He hissed under hid breath. "Doesn't he realise I could kill him whenever I wanted. Stupid son of a-"

"I was going to pay for it. I swear!" That delicate voice cried out and it echoed through the street. Bakura glanced over to a stall where some kid had been caught steeling.

Scrounger'll get what's coming to him. The samurai thought bitterly as he threw a small glance to the thief. He doubled back when he saw it: The mass of white hair on that petit frame, skin as pale as snow. It couldn't be. Cautiously, he strolled over to take a better look. Shoppers began to crowd on the other side of the street as the boy was pinned to the wooden surface on the stall.

"No! Please, not that!" His weak voice called out pathetically. Bakura rolled his eyes, still not too sure why he hadn't killed the kid in the first place. His eyes widened when the boy's captor raised a knife in the air and began to throw it down.

If that bastard thinks he's killing my kid… And before he knew what he was doing, Bakura sheathed his sword and sliced the man's wrist. The smooth shaft cut through his skin easily and his hand landed limp on the table. The kid was still cowering with his eyes shut as the man began to scream.

"MY HAND!" He fell on the floor and rolled in pure agony. Bakura watched the blood spray from his wound with sadistic pleasure. He had a thing about pain, whether it be another's or his own. A masochist as his owner called him. He continued to stare coldly at the now half dead man and saw the boy staring at him wide eyed.

Shit! He cursed to himself before sliding his sword in its case and walking away. It happened again. Why was it happening? If it were anybody else he could slaughter him or her in the middle of the street and make them suffer with satisfaction, not giving a flying fuck if anyone saw; but this one was different. Without any effort, he could control the samurai like a snake charmer and his python. His eyes stung as they watered slightly, his thoughts in a complete mess. He then found it amusing that even in his deep thought, he knew the boy was following him. So here was a puzzle, the boy was the charmer yet he follows the snake like a lost lamb: how quaint.

"Why are you following me?" He spoke. The boy's surprise amused him, causing his mouth the curl into a weak smile but he quickly forced it back. He mustn't show any emotion. His little follower hesitated before answering but finally replied:

"I…wanted to thank you." He said. Bakura could sense the lack of confidence in his answer, almost as if he didn't believe it himself. He just chuckled to himself.

"You shouldn't lie to a samurai." He could hear the light footstep still behind him. "But you are welcome." It then occurred to him – maybe now was his chance, well not this minute but if he could lead the boy astray… then he would be easy pickings. His hand tensed as it hovered over his sword, ready to pounce when he got the chance.

"So…" The soft voice spoke. Bakura was surprised. He had been deep in thought and hadn't expected the boy to speak. "Why did you help me?" He said unsurely, not sure of the samurai. Bakura grunted before answering, he couldn't let this kid know his intensions.

"I have my own reasons." He put bluntly, the boy sighed and Bakura glanced at him from the corner of his eye. His head was bowed slightly and he looked crushed. Why was this? He knew he should just keep quiet but his human nature forced him to break the morbid mood. "So kid…" He thought up something to say which would both help his plan, and get the boy to trust him more. "You got a name?" The boy remained silent before blurting out his name.

"R-Ryou… My-my name's Ryou." His pale face lit up light pink in embarrassment.

"That's a nice name." He said blankly. He didn't really sound like he meant it but in his mind, the samurai agreed with himself. It was a nice name. He froze when he realised what he was thinking and felt as Ryou almost bumped into him. He turned to face the boy and leered down into his hazel eyes as they stared back up into his. There was so much emotion in those eyes. Bakura could see everything in his mind just by looking into his eyes – he could see fear, curiosity and…

He grunted at the thought of it. Realising they had been staring for a while now, he spoke.

"You got somewhere to stay?" Ryou looked confused by the question as though it was in no way relevant. "Well I take it you don't have a home." He added, just to give some backing to the question. Ryou's gaze broke away as he replied.

"Uh…n-no…I don't." Bakura just watched him emotionlessly. A breeze brew through the village, causing his maroon coloured gown to fan up around his body. Ryou's hair clawed at his face before being pulled back. Even the warm wind didn't seem to change the boy's mood so Bakura sighed heavily.

"You'll stay with me." He muttered, causing Ryou's head to shoot up as he stared back in wonder. The kid had obviously been living on the street and it was because of him. It was only right that he gave him a decent place to stay.

NO! He thought angrily. I'm doing this so I can kill him. That is my only concern.

"Uh…I…" Ryou struggle and Bakura knew exactly what he was going to say.

"Don't mention it." He started towards the inn he was staying in but stopped when he remembered. Turning to face Ryou he added: "My name's Bakura." And with that he began to walk again. The sound of footsteps wasn't there and he growled silently with impatience. "Come." He called back and Ryou could be heard running after him.

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Once Bakura got the extra bed for his companion, he laid it on the floor next to his own and watched Ryou. The boy's clothes were plastered with dry blood from earlier and he looked as though he'd been dipped in a pool of the crimson. He could feel the teen watching him as he kneeled over his bag, which lay next to his bed. He kicked himself mentally when he grabbed the extra clothes. Why was he doing this? He could just take the kid into an alley now and slaughter him. He could even imagine the blood as it escaped from the boy's throat as he gasped for air. The image in his mind sent a shiver of cold pleasure down his spine. So if the thought of it give him such satisfaction, then why couldn't he bring himself to do it? Come to think of it, the victim in his mind wasn't even the boy, merely a faceless dummy. He had to do it. Just a little more time… that's all. He threw Ryou the screwed up clothing.

"Here. You can wear those until your clothes are cleaned." Ryou held them loosely in his arms and continued to stare at Bakura.

Why is this kid staring at me? He thought. He turned back to his bag to find a cloth. His sword still held the blood of that bastard who tried to his Ryou.

…My Ryou… His eyes widened. The hell… He shook the thought from his head and grabbed the cloth form his bag. He sighed unsurely and spotted Ryou in the corner of his eye. His shirt was removed to reveal his skinny body. He looked like he hadn't eaten for weeks as his ribs stuck out. The boy pulled the new shirt over himself and spotted Bakura watching him. The samurai just sheathed his sword, seeing it caked in blood. He groaned a bit, it wouldn't be hard to clean but he hated seeing his sword so dirtied. He ran the cloth over it and the blood began to come off. He stared at the reflection and suddenly realised he could see Ryou, now removing the other piece of clothing. Without realising, he stared at it: captivated. He continued to clean the blade until the blood was completely gone and Ryou had finished changing. He looked at the teen and suddenly had to resist smiling when he saw the over sized clothes on the petit frame. He retuned to his blade in fear of being forced into a fit of cackling. He felt the tense mood the teen had when he saw this but nothing was said. Bakura returned his sword to its case and whistled to summon one of the maids. Once she appeared he signalled towards Ryou.

"Would you clean those please?" She nodded silently and trotted over to retrieve the bloody clothes and left. What to do now? He knew what he had to do but he wanted more time; and the least he could do was give the boy a decent meal before he died.

"So…" He pushed down on his knee as he stood up and glanced towards Ryou. "You must be hungry." And as soon as he said it, there was a loud gurgling noise that filled the room. Was that what he thought it was? His suspicions were confirmed when Ryou groaned and wrapped his arms around his aching stomach. "I'll take that as a yes." He headed over to the door that lead directly outdoors and slid it open, waiting for Ryou to follow. Once both were out, he shut the door and walked off into the main street.

The sun was low and amber light stained the village and its occupants. Bakura idly walked into a noodle bar and listened as Ryou's footsteps followed, slowly. Ryou sat opposite him at the small table and Bakura signalled to the man at the bar. Once that was taking care of, his eyes began to flicker about the room. Other people looked at the pair as though it was odd, but then again the kid was wearing clothes that were way to big for him. The food was placed on the table without much care and Bakura nodded in thanks. The samurai watched as Ryou peered into the bowl and his face lit up when he saw the contents.

"Eat up." Bakura instructed as Ryou continued to watch the food. He watched the teen from under his white bangs and felt strange when he watched the bright smile that covered his face. There was definitely something different about this one. He glanced down at his own bowl for a second before looking back at Ryou in surprise.

"Finished already?" He chuckled. He looked over at the bar and called over to the man. "Another bowl for my friend here." Ryou's eyes widened and Bakura couldn't help but give a friendly smile. He couldn't hold it back and didn't even care.

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The light was gone and the cold of the night shifted through the air. Bakura sat on his bed, not too sure what to do. The kid was staring at him again, only he looked deep in thought. He didn't look back but could feel his gaze trailing his tanned skin, moving along the scar on his face and watching his stone cold expression. The samurai just stared into nothingness as his mind was clouded. Here he was, this kid that he had to kill… but he couldn't do it. He didn't want to. Ever since he first laid eyes on the pale-faced teen with white locks identical to his, he knew he could not kill him. He may deny it but deep inside, he knew it was true.

"How did you get that scar?" Ryou spoke softly. The sound surprised Bakura but he didn't react. The memories flooded his head and his hands curled into fists as anger surged through his body. He could hear the shrill cried of his mother, blood gushing from her chest as the sword delved into her heart. His father's shouts as the hands pulled at the teen's body. No movement, just struggling and fighting. Screams still filled the air as blood sprayed everywhere. What had he done?

Bakura tensed as he forced the memories to vanish back into the emptiness of his mind.

"It's nothing." He replied after a while, face still cold as he calmed his emotions. He turned away and closed his eyes to black out the images. "It's just a battle wound." Ryou sighed as though disappointed.

"Oh… I just thought…" Bakura faced him again and saw as the teen's face fell sad. "Maybe something happened to you…like…me…" His voice disappeared as tears brimmed his eyes. Bakura knew exactly what he was talking about.

"You okay?" He asked softly. The boy was clearly in a fragile state. The tears were wiped from Ryou's eyes but they were soon replaced. He didn't reply and Bakura felt as his chest tensed. Was this… guilt? He pushed past the horrid feeling. "You want to talk about it?" The teen looked up and Bakura stared down into his eyes. They looked just as they had that night. So sad, so… empty. The boy took a deep, shaky breath before speaking.

"I-it started about a year ago." His voice chokes slightly.

Bakura remembered the night very well and listened to Ryou's side of the story. Had it really been that bad? His own memories fought back and shot through his head. His eyes widened and a look of pure terror haunted his face.

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There was a rally of shouting as the teen ran at his mother, sword raised – ready to strike. The steel blade pressed against the tanned flesh and burst through effortlessly. The woman gasped, eyes rolled into the back of her skull as she took one last look at her killer – her son. The teen watched as her body fell to the floor and more shouting could be heard from behind.

"YOU BASTARD!" He was grabbed by the arms and slammed against the floor. He stared up blankly at his father, his bangs falling over his face. The man pulled out a blade and was about to strike but was kicked in the face as the teen kicked himself up to his feet. His eyes widened when a sharp pain covered his face. He keeled over and pressed his hand on his cheek. Blood poured from the cut that had just missed his eye. He quickly turned to find his father ready to fight him off. The teen slowly gripped the handle of his sword and plucked it from his dead mother's body. Blood shot up and hit his face, but he did not care. Eyes of pure hatred stared at the man before him and he charged for him. The blade sliced his father's stomach and the body fell to the floor. He was still alive as the killer stood over him, looking into the half dead eyes. His father's eyes glared back up at him and his mouth opened.

"Ba…" But he couldn't finish, for the teen slammed the sword down through the man's head, killing him instantly. Blood leaked out from under the bodies and flowed around the boy's feet. Footsteps tapped through the vast pool of blood as they neared the killer. He felt as a hand was placed on his shoulder and smoke floated around his head.

"Well done Bakura."

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The samurai's head began to ache as he snapped out of his trance. Ryou's gaze was still downcast as he cried.

"They were murdered… And I don't even know who did it." Bakura felt his heart wrench as he realised. Ryou didn't know who he was. He had never seen his face that night and didn't know.

Murderer. The voices of his parents echoed through Bakura's head. He had to tell him. He couldn't keep it from him any longer: even if it meant losing the chance to get him.

"Ryou…" He began but was shocked when Ryou flew at him and wrapped his arms around the tanned torso. The tears flowed from his eyes and Bakura couldn't bare it. He slowly wrapped his arms around Ryou in reassurance and the teen seemed to drift off. Bakura closed his eyes as he took in the feeling. It had been so long since he had felt it – the warmth of another. It was most likely the same for Ryou, and that was his fault also. The warmth suddenly disappeared and Bakura opened his eyes. Ryou diverted his gaze as Bakura watched him, trying to hide his want. "I'm sorry." The samurai grunted and got to his feet. He needed to phase out the emotions, to blank out the memories. He headed for the door. "Where are you going?"

"I need a drink." Bakura didn't even look at him. "You want one?" He wanted to be alone but thought it was a good idea to ask the teen. He just shook his head.

"I think I'll just go to sleep. Thanks anyway." Bakura didn't think he'd want to. He left the room and slid the door shut. Cold air hit his face and he tried to compose himself. His head ached as he strolled to the nearest bar.

"I need to get drunk." He mumbled miserably.

Sat in the bar, he gulped down a shot of sake. Shaking the slight after pain off, he sighed.

"Nope. Give me another." The bartender placed another shot glass in front of him: next to the several empty ones. He vision was becoming blurred but his mind was still clear. Bakura slid the new drink down his throat and shivered slightly. Why couldn't he get these thoughts out of his head? If it wasn't his memories of killing his parents, it was the thought of having to harm the innocent boy. He pictured Ryou laid there in his bed, alone and in need of company. He image showed his face, cheeks flushed and his white locks laying about his face and shoulders. His torso stuck out form under the covers and was so pale. The image drifted even lower and the samurai's eyes suddenly shot open. Damn imagination. He signalled for another shot of sake.

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Bakura stumbled into the room. His vision was blurred so it didn't help that the room was pitch black. He listened as Ryou shuffle about in bed – most likely still asleep. He fell to his knees and felt about for his bed, but instead could only find Ryou's.

Fuck it… He thought roughly as he slid under the covers. His arms slid around Ryou's waist and sucked in the warmth.

"Bakura?" Ryou's meek voice spoke out as he attempted to roll over. Bakura held onto his thin torso and snuggled in. He didn't want Ryou to be cold. Both lay for a while and the only sound was the samurai's deep breathing. He could taste the alcohol in his mouth and swallowed in an attempt to clear it. Once he settled, his hand idly drifted under Ryou's shirt. He could feel the soft skin as it came into contact with his fingers. He pulled the boy into his own chest and continued to caress his stomach. He lifted his head and placed his lips on the soft neck. It had the same lovely feeling as his stomach. He felt Ryou's skin shiver under his mouth, which only made him hold on tighter.

"Bakura!" Ryou cried out. The boy forced himself from the samurai's grasp and Bakura looked into his eyes. He knew he wanted the teen now: drunk or sober, he wanted him. He pulled Ryou's waist into his own and watched in delight as the boy's head flew back. Bakura pushed the teen onto his back and climbed over him. He began to lift the oversized shirt as Ryou stared into his glazed eyes. He smiled when he saw the mass of pale skin, and it was all his. His hand clashed with it as he stroked the boy's stomach lovingly. He listened as Ryou made small, satisfied noises but they ended when the samurai shoved Ryou onto his front. He gave out a groan in pain as Bakura slid the clothing that blocked the boy's entrance. He marvelled at the bare backside and proceeded to prepare him. He moved his fingers in and out of Ryou's entrance until it relaxed and removed them slowly. The teen seemed relieved from the loss but his muscles tensed as Bakura inserted his arousal into him. There was a cry in pain as Bakura continued to move in and out of him, the tight ring of muscle closing in on him. Bakura held onto him and pushed in hard. With that, Ryou moaned and urged Bakura to continue. He could feel himself coming to the climax and continued with his rhythm. The teen panted as his body shook under Bakura's grip. Finally, the samurai moaned aloud as he released into the boy and collapsed on top of him. He stared into the darkness as he listened to Ryou's now calm breathing. He must be asleep. Bakura moved over so he wasn't on Ryou and quickly fell asleep as well.

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Bakura's eyes opened reluctantly as light shone into them. He groaned and rolled onto his back, which evidently made him land on the floor. His head burned as his hangover kicked in. Images from last night flashed in his mind and he shot up, eyes wide in shock. He shakily turned his head to find Ryou lay in the bed he had just come out of and both were bare.

"Shit." He muttered before grabbing his clothes and grabbing his stuff. He stood against the wall, sword and bag in hands as he stared at the teen in horror. What had he done? But was it really that bad? YES! It was! He had slept with the person he had to kill and now he really couldn't do it. He ran for the door and quickly headed along the street. If his owner ever found out about this, there'd be hell to pay.

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Bakura sat in the teahouse, sipping at the hot liquid. His head still hurt and he felt sick, but at least he had got away from that kid. He groaned as others in the room shouted and laughed, causing his head to pulsate painfully.

"Have you found him yet?" The stern voice spoke from beside him. The samurai faced his owner with a look of pure hatred on his face. This was the last thing he needed.

"No." He lied. He faced away and sipped his drink.

"I'm growing impatient Bakura." His owner put in. "Lucky for you, you're my favourite and it would be a shame to lose you. But that doesn't mean I'll let you off." Bakura stared blankly as the pain continued. He placed his cup on the table and got to his feet.

"Whatever." He stumbled forwards and made his way for the door.

"Bakura!" The voice rang through his head and the room. "I want him taken care of by tonight." The samurai just grunted and left.

How was he going to do this? First off, he had to find the kid again and second… he couldn't do it. He watched the ground as he walked along the dusty road, passers by looking at his tired face. He glanced up and froze from what he saw. The boy was there, right in front of him. Heading towards him. Bakura dived down a nearby alley and pressed his body against the wall. His hand gripped the handle of his sword. He had to do this - it was now or never. He spotted the white hair and instantly grabbed Ryou by the arm. He pressed onto the boy's mouth the muffle any screams. Why didn't the boy struggle? It was as though he'd lost the will to live. The samurai threw the petit frame to the floor and pinned Ryou's thin wrists by his head. He watched as the eyes slid open and stared up at him in shock.

"Bakura…" He breathed. Bakura breathed heavily. Just grab his sword and kill him, that's all he had to do. But he just couldn't. He looked into those big hazel eyes and could see so much want. He breathed into the other's mouth and there lips were almost touching. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill him.

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Author's Notes: Woo that took a while. Word kept manking up so took me a while but got it done in two days. Hope you enjoyed and hope it was all you expected or didn't. Please review and keep and eye out because I might do more short stories seeing as my long stories go weird after about 5 chapters. REVIEW!