Slowly I opened my eyes, staring up into nothingness. Black? White? Strangely I didn't know. Was I dreaming? I pinched my arm, no, I am awake. I wander around, and my foot steps echo. I am not at home. I look around. This isn't the shadow realm either. Where I am I? I carry on walking forward, into…nothingness. There is nothing below, above or around me. I must admit, I am afraid. Suddenly a loud, booming voice throws me off balance, and I fall. Fall lower and lower into the endless nothingness. The voice becomes clearer to me, it is my own. The voice is challenging me, but the words are unclear. The voice sounds, so threatening; surely it cannot be my own? I close my eyes, in a silent plea for help, for understanding. The voice laughs, and the thundering echo fills the void. For the first time in what seems eternity, I understand the voice. It is not my own, it is Bakura's.
"Anzu." The name slices my heart as I remember Bakura's proposal.
"No!" I scream, as loud as I could ever possibly muster. "No, I won't!" I clutch my head, panicking. Screaming and ear splitting scream of great pain. My head feels as if it is being torn apart by savage hyenas. I continue to scream, praying that the sound will overbalance the pain. Nothing as such happens, and the voice gets louder, yet speaks for softly.
"I love you, Ryou." The words ricochet in the distance. I squeezed my eyes shut. Since Bakura came into my life, my heart beat each day, only to hear those words. I couldn't let them slide; I was hungry to hear them again.
"What, what do you want?" I whispered. The reply was delayed, and the silence wrapped itself around me.
"You know what I want, sweetie."
"Anzu." I stated simply. I could feel the agreement although no other words were said. I shook my head. I didn't know what was happening to me, I felt like I was dreaming, it was surreal, but when my eyes opened, in front of me was the same knife I used to kill Yugi, and there, behind the knife was a brown sack. Slowly, I pulled myself to my feet and took the knife. I staggered over and gently kicked the bag. It moved quickly and muffled sounds filled the room. I looked around. It was the warehouse, but a different room to before. There were crates here. Huge, box crates, full of god knows what. I looked up, the ceiling was high, about 10 storeys, and the walls where dismal grey, and the floor was cold. How did I get here? In fact, that doesn't matter. Who the hell is in the sack? I kick it again, and use the blade forcefully to rip the sack open. I wasn't at all surprised to find Anzu, tied up in there. When I think about it, there's no sport in letting her die bound. What kind of person would I be, if I didn't give her a chance to fend for herself? I looked at her softly; she looked so please to see me. Carefully I cut the ropes from her wrists, then her feet and untied her gag. Suddenly she let out a high pitch squeal and threw her arms around me.
"Ryou, I am so glad to see you!" I smiled, I'm sure I can play along for a little while. I smiled to myself and held her back. Suddenly I had the urge to toy with her, to play with her, just to add to the 'game' I was playing. I wasn't Ryou Bakura anymore. I didn't feel like him, so why should I act like him? Carefully I raised my hands up Anzu's back until she pulled away and looked at me. Slowly I edged my face closer to hers, she looked shocked, and then, I closed my eyes, and kissed her softly, Anzu moaned, and as she did, I raised the knife and plunged it into her back. I heard her gasp in pain, and her wide blue eyes flash open, flash with hate, with anger, with confusion…and with lust. I hated that look, and so plunged the blade in deeper, screaming with victory as I did. She had her chance to escape. She blew it. Not my problem. I closed my eyes and sunk to my knees. Unexpectedly I heard the sound of slow clapping; I opened my eyes and swiftly stood around. There, in the far right hand corner, was Bakura, leant against a pile of crates applauding, with a smirk on his face. Besides him was a carrier bag. I looked at him and then down to Anzu's corpse. This by the way was still twitching. I ripped the knife from her body, and plunged it in a few more times, before the carcass lay lifeless. I looked at the stab wounds. You couldn't see her clothes for the wounds, or her skin for the blood. I felt proud. I never liked her anyway. Suddenly, I felt dizzy, and the world faded to black.