This chapter will be more for the purpose of explaining so that you can understand things a little better when the time comes. Just a forewarning. I will be creating my own rules for this fan fiction. I haven't seen the anime in four years so I'm far behind but I haven't lost my liking for the show….I just need to spice up my story somehow and I figured that stepping off of the known road would be just the thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh
Chapter 2
Breaking Through
Here I stand with my heart in my hand
Lost in a sea of fireflies
The drums roll the passing of time
The heavens split to take me in
Where do we fall if we do not jump?
Spread your wings before the lily opens
Embrace the wind before you fall
The apple is only tasted if you take a bite
The lemon is only sweet without it.
Bakura calmed himself. If he was to leave the darkness he must calm the dark turmoil within him. Only then would his hikari let him free. With deep concentration the stirring about him slowed and a small amount of light broke through.
"Are you ready now?" came Ryou's soft voice. His weakness was as plain as day. The boy was too soft.
"Yes," Bakura replied with calmness. He was patient. If he waited thousands of years to be free from the ring he could always wait a few more moments. Time had taught him the lesson of patience well.
Once he was free he turned on his partner. To his surprise, Ryou didn't protest much. It took him by surprise but none the less the boy didn't fight much. It was suspicious, and for that he kept a tighter hold on the hikari. His mind had formulated a crude plan but he couldn't do things on his own.
He took in his surroundings for a moment. He was in Ryou's room and it was midday. It was time to pay someone a visit so that he could break the news. Without another moments hesitation he dashed out the room and out the house. There was only one other person who would be willing to help him. The two had become close friends and Bakura trusted no other like he trusted this man. Marik.
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Marik stared across the room at his friend with an expressionless face. Something in him had changed and he could feel something was definitely different. There was a fire in Bakura's eyes that spoke of a madness beyond his normal insanity and yet there was something very set. This would certainly be interesting.
"I need your help," Bakura stated, "I have a change of plans."
Marik raised his eyebrow and smirked. "I'm listening."
"I'm going to kill the Pharaoh."
There was a long moment of silence as Marik thought this over. This was far different from any card game they had played. This was blunt and serious, with certain complications that would be put in place if Bakura wasn't careful.
"Do you realize what you're saying?" Marik questioned as he picked up a glass of whisky from the coffee table.
"I understand perfectly well what I'm saying," Bakura growled in response. He leaned back and stared deeply into his counterparts eyes.
"So, you don't mind that you would have to kill Yugi?" Marik asked with a smirk. He didn't like the kid and was glad to have a chance to be rid of the kid.
"Yes, I know that well." By the look on Marik's face he had managed to tickle his interest with a treat.
"You would have to have the magic involved to seal Yami into Yugi's body. How do you plan on doing that without triggering Yami's power?" Marik asked with genuine curiosity. Things would soon be getting interesting.
"I don't care about the Pharaoh's power. I only care about killing him. As for the power, I already have it." Marik nearly choked on his whisky which made Bakura's smirk into a smile.
"How did you manage that?" Marik was still recovering from the liquor caught in his throat.
"My hikari was rather stupid. He would lock me up in darkness to keep me out of the way when I got too…out of hand. Eventually I gained the wrath necessary to break the barrier between me and what I needed." Marik's eyes begged Bakura to continue. "I fused my soul with that of my soul monster's. The monster that gave me so much power when I was in Egypt. Through that soul I have access to all the powers locked away in the shadow realm and I have the strength to use it."
Marik's hand was beginning to shake and so he put his glass down before he dropped it. The rules had certainly changed. Marik had never heard of anyone other than a pharaoh successfully accomplishing what Bakura was claiming. The power of the shadow realm was something every pharaoh inherited by right, but usually they did not use it out of fear. Such magic was so powerful that it could destroy the world. This was getting dangerous. Marik loved anything dangerous.
"The thing I feel I need to do first is kill Ryou and I may need your help," Bakura said as he leaned over and picked up his own glass of whisky. He relaxed back into the sofa and took a gulp.
Marik's brows furrowed. "I though Ryou was useful to you. He is rather intelligent after all."
"The little bastard is the one who continually sealed me in the darkness to keep me out of the way when I could have handled things myself," the former tomb robber spat back.
Marik thought it through. Ryou didn't need to seal Bakura away in darkness to keep him out of the way. Bakura was clever, but he wasn't very observant. "Why would Ryou need to seal you in darkness to keep you out of the way? Why not just lock you in your soul room?"
Bakura mulled it over for a moment. "What are you saying? Ryou can't know about the magic in the shadow realm or how to unlock it."
"Isn't his father into archaeology? And doesn't Ryou have an interest in ancient occult matters?" the Egyptian pointed out, "I see no reason why Ryou wouldn't already know this. He is a smart boy. Besides, he's served you well and willingly. So why would he turn around?"
Bakura had to admit, his friend had a point. Still, he wouldn't release Ryou until the time was right, just like always. "I'm going to need something."
Marik picked his glass up again and smiled. "What do you need?"
"I want my freedom from this body eventually, and I'm going to need something to channel my new energy with," he replied while taking another gulp, "I need the Shadow Stone of the Valley of the Dead. If I'm not mistaken we'll need to break into the museum in order to do that won't we?"
Marik's smile was from ear to ear. "How handy that I happen to know a lot about this museum and the location of the item."
"How handy indeed."
"Tomb robber till the end Bakura," Marik said with a laugh and a raise of his glass.
"No," the thief replied while sitting up, "For eternity."
Author's Note:
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