Author's Notes:

Well, it's been two weeks since I updated this story, which is pretty sad since I've had this story done for a while. Last Friday was just too hectic for me to update this story.

Well, as promised, this is the Tendershipping Era, the group with the second most amount of stories, and the story with my only request. Well, the song is Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin. Once again, I do not own this song, or any song used in this story, they are all owned by their respected owners. I also do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Dance with the Devil

I guess he doesn't know what happens to a hikari when they are left alone in this world for so long. Well...neither did I at first...at first I thought I would be okay, because I've handled myself before, but slowly, ever so slowly, I was losing myself, my mind slipping away into the light consuming darkness.

My sanity has been teetering on its edge for what feels like an eternity. But, it can't stay like that forever, and sometimes, I wonder how much longer it will take for that final blow to send me over. I actually want it to come, I want to be knocked off, I want to delve into the darkness, and see what it's like to be you.

However, that cannot happen, because I am light. And, if the light ever goes out, then there will be nothing to turn it on again, because, after it goes out, it becomes darkness. The darkness that I don't wish to be, yet, that same darkness I yearn for.

This darkness, it covers the entire world, everyone has it except for three people. This darkness wants to consume the three who lack it, destroy any form of hope that they might have. However, there are also three people made of complete darkness, this darkness however, is the darkness that protects the light. These people have accepted there complete darkness, but at the same time, they need their specific light to stay in balance. But, only few people know that, because most people are built with a balance of light and dark.

My dark has left me; my dark doesn't care what happens to me. I can barely remember the last time I've seen or heard from him. It bothers me to a great extent that he doesn't care for me...unfortunately for me; I still know that I am in love with him...

A scream brings me from my thoughts, and I look ahead to see some woman bleeding, and a guy with a gun retreating. Funny, I never even heard the gun shot. Heh, I guess I technically didn't hear the gunshot that took out my right arm, and I didn't hear the one that hit me in the back of the leg. Strange how I miss what's important...

Where is my yami? He's supposed to be here to help me, to protect me from all of this. I don't really tolerate pain that well...or at least I used to not do well, until you left. I had to become stronger to live in this disgusting world. Hell, I'm probably stronger than he is now, that's right, no more pretending that you're still here, that you actually care. Actually...we'll be able to see who's stronger now, because a tainted light is worse than a normal human...apparently, they deserve to go straight to hell...and since my yami let me get like this...he's going to be there too.

Hmpt. I guess we will meet again, and I guess his lie wasn't completely a lie too. I still remember the night he left me, clear as day...hmm...those contradict. He told me he'd be back, in fact...I might as well grace you with that wonderful memory of mine, since, you don't seem to really want to try and help me.

I had been up late reading Mockingjay...the last book in The Hunger Games trilogy. Quite a good trilogy if ya ask me, however, that's beside the point. Bakura came down from the room we shared, and he was heading out. He smirked at me, and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before telling me that he'd be back around dawn. Me, being the innocent kind hearted person that I WAS just nodded in agreement with what he was saying. He then grabbed his black trench coat and left...and well I never saw him again... However, I did finish Mockingjay...man why did my favorite character have to die?

Oh well, I guess I should've known not to trust my yami. He was a thief in his past life, actually, he was the King of Thieves or Thief King. I guess he also never really liked me. I guess that after he died, and came back, I thought that our relationship had changed, but, as you can see by my current condition, that is wrong.

Anyway, who are you, and why is no one helping me. Why aren't you helping me actually? I know this isn't a good part of town...but why aren't you helping a dying person. Do you find it interesting that I am sitting here dying, talking to a random stranger? Wait, how dare you have the audacity to nod at me like it's nothing. Ra forbid I had a gun, you would be dead on the spot.

Killing people however is wrong, therefore, consider your life spared. Like I said earlier, I am not like you, I'm not saying I'm better than you, just that we are different. If I wanted to kill or hurt someone, would I be able to? Probably not, that's why I'm a hikari, and the reason I am in this situation.

Who are you anyway? The Devil you say...is that why no one can see you? Wait, why the hell are you acting so nice? I mean c'mon Ba- I mean my yami is meaner then you. He never listens to me, however, he does care for my well-being, so, I guess you are worse than he is, in that respect. My yami is still a pain in the ass.

I look at your face, but I see that it is mostly covered up; the only things that are visible are the eyes. I look you dead in the eyes, and I realize that you have extremely captivating eyes. I actually kinda don't remember what we were talking about. And now that I think about it...hey...are you looking back into my eyes? People say I have feminine features, I guess I do, but that's beside the point, isn't it?

Hmm, I think I'm starting to hallucinate from all this blood loss. I'm talking to someone who claims he's the devil. Yep, that's completely normal, right. Hey Devil...are you going to take my soul with you. That would be nice, a hikari demon. Doesn't that sound like a good idea to you?

Demon. That word reminds me of him too much. He's part demon ya know, apparently he's part Zorc, the ruler of the Shadow Realm. Do you know Zorc? I bet you two would get along nicely; all you do is kill...or try to hurt people. Hmm, maybe I can introduce you two in the flip side.

I can't believe that since Bakura is partially Zorc, then about one fourth of our soul is Zorc. So, if on fourth of our shared soul is demon, then shouldn't a quarter also be angel. Am I even fully human?

Why would you shake your head no? I know both my parents were human, everyone in

my family is human...right? What aren't you telling me about me? Am I a fallen angel or something?

I look into your eyes because I want to see your answer, not the lies I'm so used to being fed. You're eyes are truly beautiful, and I guess even you can see the red line forming on my cheeks, as I stare into your eyes. Yet, at the same time, there is something unreal about them...just like my yami.

I think about my yami for a moment, and then I remember how he's wronged me so many times. I remember the fact that he took my life, my friends, and in a sense, my family. He would lock me in my soul room, and use my body to hurt the friends that I've worked so hard to acquired. I don't make friends easily, and once I finally did make some...he took them away. Hell, I wasn't even spiritually awake half the time.

I guess I'm ranting on to you, but you keep listening. Aren't you the devil, aren't you supposed to hate everyone and everything. Wait, why the hell am I still alive? With all these wounds, and the blood pouring out of my body, I should've died by now.

Hold on...you still haven't answered my question...how am I not fully human? I can't see your face, but I know your smirking at me. I can see it...

I guess that's why you're the Devil...oh my gosh...am I... Never mind...I'm not going to finish that sentence. Wait, why are you still smirking at me? Do you know what I'm thinking?

We continue our stare off, but then you reach out your cold hand and move the bangs from my face. I try to get a better look at your arm, but all I see is a slim arm in a somewhat tight-fitting black sleeve, with black gloves at the end. Very helpful...all I know now is that you are thin and muscular.

When are you going to take me away and let me be free of this cursed place? I want to go with you, I want to forget everything that has transpired throughout my life, because you know what my life is? My life is crap, and I want it to end as soon as possible.

I reach my hand out, and I touch the scarf that is covering your face, but you grab my hand before I can move. You look at my immobile hand, then to my current hand, and then back to me. I let out a deep sigh as you release my arm, and it falls back sloppily.

I hear the sound of an ambulance about five minutes away. Don't I have amazing hearing, even if I'm about to die. I wonder what took it so long; does it not care about the people in this town?

Yes, you shook your head yes. I didn't even know that was legal...does anyone even call the ambulance, I mean certainly if it's something dire like with me or that woman someone should call the police.

The ambulance is getting nearer. I can hear it. Maybe this is my saving light. Oh, wait, am I still even alive, I can see my astral cord, but it's so thin. Heh, I'm shocked that it's still there...why won't you just cut it off. I mean, I can feel my time running low, and everything starting to go black.

You are now standing over my body, glaring at the ambulance as it speeds past me. I'm just going to die here, I even feel that small pang of hope die, but you seem happy about that why, do you find me interesting? Do you find my death or dying something to laugh at?

You turn with a smirk behind that stupid scarf, and I watch as you shed that stupid trench coat of yours. I can now see your body shape...quite interesting if I do say so myself. Oh Ra dammit, I'm blushing! Thank Ra that you aren't even looking at me! If so I would die of embarrassment right here and now.

"Ryou! Oh my Ra Ryou are you okay? Oh my god guys, he's dying!" I hear a voice call to me. I try turning my head, and I am slowly successful. I see Yugi, Yami, Marik, Malik, Joey, and Anzu running towards me, Yugi's being the voice that I heard. I let out a depressed sigh when I realize that my own yami has not cared enough to show up at my own death.

I then look past them, and I see someone walking behind the group, something billowing behind said person. My hope rises as I for once believe again that my yami cares.

The group stops running when they see the figure in front...er...above me. They only glare at him, and I must admit, I'm pretty shocked that they can see him. Hmm, that person in the shadows has stopped walking. I guess he or she really doesn't care about me.

I feel the darkness starting to consume me, and I see the astral cord finally snap. What a shame, if only they knew more, if only they actually cared about me, then maybe I would still be alive, but I guess that would just be outing off death, because, I am a hikari, a light, and the darkness always tries to swallow the light. My dark left me without protection, my light was prone to be destroyed...and it was.

I wake up in a new body, a body thy looks almost exactly the same, but without all the injuries that I have sustained in life. I also seem even paler then before, which is shocking because I'm pretty sure I was paper white. I guess it doesn't help that it's night, I'm cold, and I am standing here in the shadows.

I look forward, and I see my old dead body, blood surrounding it on all sides. I look at my hair to see it slightly pink in color, and I smile at my normal misfortune. Nothing good really ever happens in my life, even though right now premature death sounds like an excellent thing right now.

I then turn to my friends, and I guess by the expression on their faces, they know that I am dead. That's a good thing; it would be a shame to have to tell them. Actually, it makes me wonder, why do I have a fresh new body? Oh, I could always ask-

I see that body above me, it's Bakura. I can't believe I can even say or think his name without the pain anymore. I look at my yami, and I see that he is smirking, and that his demon wings are now wide open, his horns sticking out, and his fangs already protruding his mouth.

Bakura turns, beautiful red eyes glaring at me, horns and fangs retracting back into wherever they came from. The Devil then beckons me forward, and I take my first step out...and I immediately notice that my friends paled even more. I guess they are shocked to see me in a completely human form. I subconsciously run my fingers under my chin and on my head to make sure that I am not a demon, and after being completely sure that there wasn't, I continued to walk towards my awaiting yami.

This is when it sucks to be a hikari. I want to be mad at my yami, and I want him to work to try and get me back...but I can't, because I was never mad at him. I love him too much to be mad at him. Dare I say it, I am still in love with the guy, and Joey and Anzu don't seem to understand why, Yami seems pissed, and Marik looks amused. I then look towards my two closest friends, and I see two faces with deep concern and understanding staring back at me. They know how I feel and what I must do.

I feel Bakura delicately lace his fingers in between mine, and he gives me a welcoming hug, his grin never once leaving his face. I look at my friends, feeling comforted in his hug. I mouth the word, "Goodbye," before I am flashed to my new home. '...Welcome to Hell...' Is the only thing I think.

Author's Notes:

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