A/N: Hello there! I really don't have anything to say. This chapter was fun to write! ^^I wrote this and listened to PotF, so here you have it. *starts singing and dancing* And I finally came up with a short chapter name! Yay!
Disclaimer: I don't wanna do these anymore, but no, not owning.
Warnings: Dark themes ^^' I guess...
For some reason I feel very confused right now. :D
6. Fair Game
Bakura sat in the darkest corner of the room, leaning his chin against the cold wall. Unwillingly he shivered. It was chilly down here, especially near the walls. They felt like ice, but Bakura refused to move. He observed the room from under his half lidded eyes.
The calming darkness wrapped itself around his body. Bakura let his hands lay on his legs as he watched how shadows in the room slowly melted together, creating bigger ones. Sun was setting and all light was disappearing from the room. Bakura slowly closed his eyes and opened them again. Interesting, how every time there seemed to be less and less that annoying light.
Bakura yawned and stretched his arms. He almost heard how his muscles stated their oppose. Being sealed away for six months did not do good to his frame. But in few days Bakura could easily pick that lock and get the hell out of here, he mused as he let his arms drop numbly back to his sides. Unless, of course, something happened. And after getting away Ryou would probably try to find him. Ryou thought that they had things yet to be settled. Bakura just wanted things to be like they were. He preferred to keep their relationship not-so-close, because when your close to someone it's harder to keep the balance, just look at Yami. Oh, and something about that kid annoyed him.
Bakura's breathing was slow and almost completely silent. He was sinking into a half-sleeping state, where he was awake, but not really there. He had learned to do this during his stay in the island. He used it as the substitute to sleep. This state wasn't really sleeping and it could never replace it.
Bakura stared into nothingness as the shadows grew larger, consuming every drop of light in the room.
Someone opened the basement door. Bakura heard small creak that the stairs made, when someone stepped on them. That someone started climbing down the stairs in complete silence.
Who might it be? Bakura thought lazily, not bothering to raise his gaze. He already knew who the visitor was. It really didn't take a genius.
Wonder, what might he want this time?
The person stopped when his feet toughed the basement floor. He started looking for Bakura. The darkness, like a warm blanket, hid the yami from the visitor. Can that someone find him, if he doesn't move? Bakura mused. Person standing across the room wasn't going to leave anytime soon. Well if he wanted to talk with Bakura, why didn't he bring a flashlight? Bakura thought bitterly, eyes still not focusing to anything. Bakura heard a rustle of clothes as the person started moving towards him.
So now he saw him?
Bakura's gaze didn't quiver, neither did he move when the figure stopped beside him. Figure's breathing was heavy and so loud, that it was almost annoying, at least compared to the silence that emitted from basement and Bakura.
From the corner of his eyes Bakura could see how the person stretched his hand out, holding an object in it. After a brief pause he let the object drop until its chain stopped its fall. A glint of gold caught Bakura's eye.
"Help me," Yami said with a blunt voice.
A mischievous grin spread across Bakura's face as he turned to put his thin fingers around the cold metal of the Millennium Ring.
Yami floated near the ceiling. It seemed like his eyes were staring deeply at the ceiling panels, but in reality Yami was deep in thought.
So all he had to do is kill someone, and he's immediately a bad guy, balance is back, and he's alive? Well then how easy was that? When Bakura had laughed at him, Yami had thought it would be something impossible, or something that in order to do it he needed directly help from other yamis. But killing, killing was easy. Yami closed his eyes. Really he could crack someones neck with only a thought, Shadow Magic took care of the rest. Did Shadow Magic have some kind of a limitation? Yami pondered. Like did he need to see this guy, who he was killing? Well, he could figure that out later.
Now who he would kill...
Yami's eyes shot open. What the hell was he thinking? Killing people with Shadow Magic? What would Yugi say? Yami could imagine the disappointed look in Yugi's eyes, if he ever found out. That's why Yami had lied, he didn't want to upset his hikari.
Now what he was thinking now? Keeping hikari happy? He was darkness. He wasn't supposed to be nice to his hikari, maybe.
He was darkness and being darkness apparently meant killing people, if there was any believing in Bakura. Yami shook his head. Bakura was right. He may be many things, like downright psycho, and he might do many things, but Bakura did not lie.
So Yami had to kill someone. He had no choice, apparently. Yami bit his lip. Maybe if he killed someone who deserved it... But how the he could get his hands on a criminal of some sort? Bakura probably knew some evil-doers, drug dealers or murderers...
NO!
Yami wasn't going to involve Bakura in this.
So maybe someone nobody needed? Yami discarded this thought soon, Yugi had said that every single human being was important, and needed.
Wow, this was harder than Yami had thought.
Someone who wanted to die? There were people like that too. But would it be evil to kill someone willing to die?
Think like Bakura, think like Bakura, Yami repeated to himself again and again. Seriously, how long would that keep him alive?
And no matter what Bakura said there was always that option. Send Bakura back, be evil, possibly happy for a while, and then what? Be alive for six months. Then go to that island, get Bakura back and send him back again. Yugi and Ryou would not let Yami do that... Damn hikaris.
Yami wanted a permanent solution. And was killing someone that? Yami wasn't sure. Bakura hadn't said all, that kind of a feeling Yami got.
He rolled around in mid-air and sighed.
What if he just went outside and killed the first person he'd see with Shadow Magic? That can't be so hard. One spell and tadaah, we have a body.
'So now you're killing a guy just to save your own ass?' asked a mocking voice in the back of Yami's head.
"Guess I'm really selfish," he mused, not really meaning it, because Yami was that kind of a person who would never admit being selfish.
Yami floated down from the ceiling. He needed fresh air, and time. But since he didn't have time, some air just had to do.
When he was downstairs, Yami looked around him. Luckily, Yugi and Ryou were nowhere to be seen. Yami really didn't want to talk to them.
Yami was just pulling his jacket on when he spotted the Millennium Ring on the nearby table. Yami raised his eyebrows at the object.
Yes, he needed fresh air.
Yami stepped closer to the table.
But he could use some company, and clarification, as well.
Yami took the Ring.
Let's ask about killing from someone who knows everything about it.
"Can't you do anything with out me?" Bakura asked and sipped his coffee.
"Can't you just say no?" Yami remarked.
"But this is so interesting," Bakura admitted. "And if you happen to die, I would love to get that pretty necklace of yours." Bakura pointed at Millennium Puzzle, hanging from Yami's neck, as usual.
After giving Bakura the Ring and making sure that their hikaris were asleep, they had headed outside, Bakura running the stairs up on four feet and Yami silently following. Yami couldn't help but to doubt, was this really such a good idea. Anything involving Bakura was never a good, not even an average idea. Honestly, Yami had thought that Bakura would flee, as soon as Yami had closed the front door behind them. Bakura had just yawned and stretched, inhaling the cool spring air, and enjoying it. Then he had turned to face Yami and asked where he wanted to go.
Yami silently thanked gods for making Bakura such a unpredictable person.
They had found a nice coffee house, that was open round-the-clock. The place was almost empty, because of the late hour. Yami and Bakura had sat to the table in the far way corner of the place. Bakura had ordered coffee, black. The waitress, overweighted and underpaid, hadn't noticed Yami. Thank you very much, spirit-form.
Yami sighed and stared longingly at the steaming cup of coffee, that Bakura wasn't willing to share.
"Interesting," Bakura hummed.
"Is killing people interesting?" Yami asked.
"You tell me, " Bakura smiled. " It's not like you haven't killed before... Hmm, as a Pharaoh you probably sentenced a lot of criminals to get their heads chopped off."
"Maybe," Yami shrugged.
"And what if Nile didn't flood? Was it because the son of Ra hadn't done his duties? Many people died of starvation then."
"I hope you do know that I really didn't make the Nile flood," Yami said.
"...Confusing," Bakura thought. "Well, let's just say as a leader of a Egypt, you probably killed indirectly a bunch of people, because of wrong decisions, and because you eventually had to, like every other leader in the world. And that makes you a bad person."
"You can think it like that," Yami admitted sifting his position uncomfortably.
"So then who you want to kill?" Bakura asked with a sweet smile, as he once again brought the coffeecup to his lips.
"I really don't know," Yami sighed.
"What about that girlfriend of yours? She annoys the hell out of me."
"Anzu? She's not my girlfriend, and I'm not killing her."
"Pity," Bakura sighed. "Then what about that rich what's-his-name-again, you know the one who always challenges you to a duel. I would love to see how his little brother would handle all that money."
A dreamy grin appeared on Bakura's face.
Yami sighed and slammed his hand on his forehead. Here he was; talking about killing Kaiba with a psycho, who was happy only when blood was involved, in an empty coffeehouse, and it was just past midnight. Hello new day, another awesome one!
"I'm not killing Kaiba," Yami said briefly.
"Aww..." Bakura pouted. "Well then what if..."
"What if I just kill Ryou?!" Yami snapped slamming his hands on the table.
Bakura seemed a little startled.
"Ok I get it, you don't want to kill your 'friends'. I'm afraid I can't let you kill Ryou either, for he is my soul half."
"So what do you suggest?" Yami questioned. "You're the expert here."
Bakura shrugged.
"Go outside, pick a random passerby, follow him home and kill him."
"And that solves all my problems?" Yami asked doubtful.
Bakura gave him a dumb look.
"I mean when I kill this guy I never have to worry about dying anymore?"
Bakura grinned like a madman.
"You know, a person who kills only once, well really that kind of a person doesn't exist. Those who have killed only once has got caught. One kill and you become an addict. It's like drugs, or this stuff," Bakura pointed at his coffee. "It's only easier, one kill a year should be enough to settle the blood lust. Soon you grow accustomed to it." Bakura sighed in content and closed his eyes. "Scent of the blood. The horror in their eyes, when you approach them. Blaming betrayed eyes, when they die. How fast the body turns cold. Nothing tastes better than human blood. Nothing sounds better than a sound of bones breaking and seeing they drew their last breaths. Hear the last beats of their heart. And then, nothing. The scent of blood fades. The red marks can be washed away, and when they're gone, you want to feel them again. Feel the killing."
Mere thought made Bakura shiver in delight. He opened his eyes and tilted his head. With a sweet but crazy smile he asked:
"Where were we?"
"You were saying that all I have to do is kill someone with Shadow Magic and all my worries will be gone because I'll become addicted to killing?" Yami suggested.
Bakura blinked and raised his coffeecup.
"Shadow Magic?" he asked, confused, sipping coffee from his cup. "Who said anything about Shadow Magic?"
"I can't use it?!" Yami shrieked.
"Now now my dear Pharaoh, " Bakura soothed him. "That would be cheating. Fair game, always, a fair game. Killing with Shadow Magic, pfft..." Bakura let out a strange little noise of disapproval. "At least give your prey a change. Plus it's much more fun then. He can run away, or fight back, and you might get caught. It's all add to the thrill."
"So no Shadow Magic, because it's cheating," Yami repeated. " And pray tell how many of your victims have escaped, Tomb Robber?"
"None," Bakura grinned. "I'm just that good."
They both remained silent for a while after that comment.
"I usually prefer knives," Bakura told. "These guns they have nowadays, they are just no fun. You loose the feeling of killing, when using guns. And you can get more blood out of a person using knife... Yup, knives are better."
Bakura nodded firmly to himself. After finishing the coffee he lowered the cup. The sound that the cup made as it hit the dirty table woke Yami up. He had been lost in his thoughts just a second ago. Bakura stood up and smiled at him happily, like a little boy, who just got a new toy from his father.
"Guess what Pharaoh? All this talking about killing makes me really want to kill someone. Come with me, I think you need a lesson in killing."
A/N: I can't wait to write the next chapter. :D