Title: Vacant Hatred

Pairing: Yami no BakuraxDark Necrofear/Dollshipping

Season Eight. Round Five.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Another slash to the arm, and more black liquid spewed out. Bakura smirked, chuckling under his breath as his abdomen was hit next, sending him to his knees, the maniac grin never leaving his face as his quiet laughs started to escalate.

The purple-black tendrils of smoke swirled around his body, stinging his open wounds through his clothes. A new jab at his shoulder had blood oozing out quickly, staining his already ruined outfit.

Bakura couldn't tell how much time had passed, but the smell of his blood was growing sweeter and sweeter with each passing second as the liquid pooled around him. He licked his fingers unconsciously, taking delight in the taste of his own coppery, black blood.

He was unexpectedly pushed back as a swipe went across his face, leaving a fine line on his right cheek, the blood spilling out and dripping down his face to the undetectable floor.

Laughs had been blown into a mania of sorts, the thief enjoying his private torture.

"Why?"

His lips still curled in a smirk, Bakura let himself fall to his hands a knees as he craned his head up at his assailant. His brown eyes danced wildly with a mixture of sadistic pleasure and annoyance as he gazed at the creature.

"Maybe if you ditch the kid I'll tell you," he spat with a snigger, quickly pulling himself back to sit on his heels as a second thought.

Before he could even register the action, a hand was around his throat, violently pushing him back against the invisible ground, choking him relentlessly. Yet, Bakura kept the foolish grin cockily in place, feeling blood dribble out of the corner of his mouth.

Sinful gold eyes glared daggers at him, the creature's grip only tightening at the thief's wicked bravery to insult her. "Why?" the blue creature repeated with vigor, clutching the scary doll closer to her body as if she were protecting it.

He couldn't help it, but despite the fact that his throat was being crushed, Bakura laughed maliciously at his servant. After a moment, he choked, spluttering blood again with a cough. Tiny black specks flicked onto the creature's face above, her scowl only deepening as she didn't even bother to wipe them away.

The white haired spirit was smacked brutally, rolling over to the side, away from the alien-like creature. Moving to lie on his side and feeling his blood slide down his back in a way that would make most retch, Bakura hauled himself up so he could look his servant in the eye, his cruel smile never faltering.

The blue creature walked over to him menacingly, making the thief chuckle with anticipation. As soon as she reached him, he was drawn up by the collar of his blackened shirt. He let his arms hang limply by his sides as he gave her his most wicked look.

"Why?"

"It seems your temper is getting out of control lately, hm?"

He was kneed hard in the gut, but he wasn't dropped to the floor instantly like he had first expected.

"Why?"

Bakura let his grin go for a moment, looking down at the baby doll resting in her arm. A disgusting thing it was, only constructed from the ribs up. Only one full arm remained, while its head was too big for its freakish green eyes. Its skull was cracked open on the right side, but would always remain hollow.

Looking up at his creature, he traced the thick gold lines of the outfit she wore as it glided up her blue neck, almost looking like a collar of sorts. The orange that covered her breasts stood out, but Bakura could care less about the odd contrast as he let his gaze drift up to her face, hatred pure as day on the creature's expression.

Yet even though her face was mesmerizing with all its fury, Bakura couldn't help but be annoyed with the doll's vacant stare. He wanted to slap it away, burn it, anything to stop its useless gape. He was suddenly shaken aggressively, his attention wanted.

"Why?"

Tongue clucking as his smirk returned with all its evilness, Bakura spat the collected blood at her blue face, not missing the resentful glint in her lethal eyes. "Why? Why? Is that all you can ask?" he scoffed, the hold on the scruff of his shirt tightening dangerously. "You're so spineless."

Struck again, he held back his laugh, but his grin never left its place. He could see her rage building up behind her eyes like an open book, and he tasted the black liquid as it seeped down against his nose and over his lips.

As if to prove her master wrong, the creature spoke demonically, "You had two trap cards."

At this, Bakura's smirk disappeared, his cold eyes narrowing in revulsion as he glared at her. "Pathetic, that's what you are."

He was harshly thrown to the ground, and he barely registered a sound of a bone snapping somewhere. He didn't pay any heed to it though, merely wiping away the saliva and blood from his mouth, his good mood gone.

It had been a dispute for a while, and he couldn't fathom why she wasn't letting it go. So what, he let her be destroyed twice during that duel, it didn't hurt him in the least. It shouldn't matter to her, she was just a monster.

Monsters had no feelings. They were incapable of having them.

As if reading his very thoughts, Bakura felt himself being kicked without mercy in his side, sending him feet away by the very force of it. He gagged on his own blood for the umpteenth time, dragging himself to his feet in renewed anger.

"How dare you disgrace me," the creature growled as she strode briskly up to him, the baby doll still snug and safe in her left arm. Green eyes watched the thief creepily, their stare never yielding.

Getting his gaze away from the doll, Bakura let his eyes set themselves on the fuming creature as she stalked closer and closer to him. "What is it you're looking for?" he asked seriously, but with an edge to his voice, stopping her in her step.

She stood there for the longest time, the dark tendrils slinking their way up their legs like snakes, silence surrounding them with a suffocating grip. Her expression didn't change as she mulled over whatever was in her mind.

Irritation had snuck up on him, and Bakura couldn't help himself as he sauntered over to his blue servant, malice in his eyes as he slapped the baby doll out of her arm. It crashed to the hidden floor, shattering into countless pieces; however, the two large green eyes remained intact.

Those golden eyes laced with spite glared a thousand deaths at him, but no other emotion flickered across the creature's set face. "...how…dare…you…"

It worked every time, but Bakura had a feeling that it wouldn't deter her this time as he grabbed her hairless head in his bloody hand, snapping their faces together in a brutal kiss. It only lasted a second before the thief found his throat yet again constricted as he was raised off his feet into the air.

Blood spilled in torrents to the floor as the thief took his fate bit by bit, knowing that he wouldn't be completely destroyed in the end. At last, he was dropped to the black surface in a bloody heap, chuckling against the pain as he watched his servant's feet shuffle this way and that as she gathered the dust and large pieces of her broken doll before walking off.

Spitting a mixture of blood and saliva out as he breathed, Bakura basked in the silence as he let his bruised eyes open. He lay there for a while before something caught his attention.

Ghoulish green eyes had been purposely forgotten. Staring at him ceaselessly as the darkness slowly consumed him, Bakura cursed at them before passing out altogether.