Part II – Making Connections
Mr. Seto… Why him of all people?
Well, we all know you piss a lot of people off but Mr. Seto… You were his best, and you left in a flash with a bottle of scotch, his scotch, in one hand and Ryou in the other. Do you really think he's gunna let you just walk away?
I'd like to see him walk away without any fucking legs.
That's the spirit! Now wake up! We wasted enough time in this recess, pitiful non-existance.
Before you awake, there's something I got to tell you.
What's that? Bakura's conciousness began to speak to him.
It's about the voice.
What about it?
It wants something. If it's you, Ryou or just to create hell on earth, I'm not sure yet. But, whatever you do, do NOT trust it. Do you understand?
I need it to find Ryou.
Do not trust it! Even if it does know where Ryou is, you're smart enough to find him yourself. Do not trust it!
Bakura was now alone with his own thoughts. Am I really able to find Ryou by myself? If the voice already knows where he is, surely I should just use him… but what if he is planning something?
He began to awake.
Seeing as I'm gunna be stuck with him, I should give him a name.. I think I'll call him… No, that's just rude, I think Maurice. Or Marik for short.
Bakura opened his eyes. He was still in the theatre! But something was different.. He wasn't in seats with the rest of the audience. The audience was looking at him, he was on the stage! Bakura scanned everywhere to find Ryou and there he was, sitting in the front row, smiling and waving as if nothing was wrong. He attempted to move but it was in vain. He was wrapped in a thousand chains, nailed to a board, like a lazy Jesus.
"I assure you, the nails and chains are for our safety, not yours." Said an all too familiar voice, full of cocky-ness and self-righteous asshole-ness.
"Kaiba, I swear to God-"
WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT BRINGING HIM INTO THIS?!
"Aaaah!" The voice screamed so loud in his head, it was fit to burst. Bakura couldn't even control himself from screaming. Recovering from the pain, he found the words he was about to say.
"Kaiba, get me out your damn little mousetrap, now!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that 'kura!" he said with a grin big enough to put Ronald McDonald to shame.
"You see, you were a valuable asset of mine. But while you were on one of your drunken, slaughtering scheme you killed my brother. You killed Mokuba. And now I'm going to make you pay."
"Can you see Ryou over there?" Kaiba grabbed his face and forced him to look at Ryou.
"You took blood from blood. Now I'm gunna take yours."
Try as he might to shake the shackles loose, nothing was working.
You know, I could always just break though it.
Fuck you! I don't need your help.
Really? Cause it kind of looks like you do.. Hey, what do you think he's going to do with that Sledgehammer?
What sledgehamm- THWACK!
Bakura could barely even open his eyes, he had taken his fair share of cuts, scars and bruises but this was just pure power. His nose was half-way across his face and his eyes were big enough to be inflated testicles.
Okay.. Maybe I need your help.. But what are you going to do? Scream at them to death?
You know, I could always just break though it.
Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that?
Oh ye' of little faith! Watch this.
As the voices lasts words rang through his ears, nothing happened and Kaiba was getting ready for his next swing. As he leaned back to gain more power in his swing the voice whispered, almost silently,
Now..
Bakura felt a surge of dark power and adrenaline course through his vains, he pulled his arms out of the nails like raising his hand above water, broke out the chains as though they were made of paper and grabbed Kaiba by the face. While he was still holding him in his grasps he began to walk over to Ryou but instead he walked faced first into a brick wall. It was the oldest trick in the damn book! Nothing but played on a projector.
Bakura could no longer hold back on the anger.
"Where is Ryou?" his voice had changed, it became much like the voices only amplified and smothered in fear, hate and death. His breath reeked of it.
"I'll never tell you."
"WHERE IS HE?!" His hand gripped tighter around Kaiba's skull.
"Aaaaaah! He's in the burial grounds! If you hurry, you might catch his funeral!"
Kaiba began to laugh almost madly, if it wasn't interrupted by Bakura crushing his face in a single twitch in his muscles.