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- 1-Breaking Darkness
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The
crack of a whip snaps through the air, closely accompanied by muffled cursing.
The pale-haired boy smiled.

�Rebound and repent,� he hissed, looking down at the other with cold amusement
in his eyes. His smile widened when the other boy began thrashing against his
bonds angrily, drawing blood where the ropes were cutting into his wrists.
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�What�s wrong, tomb robber?� taunted the smaller boy coldly. �Can�t take the
pressure?�

He snapped the whip back across the other�s body, creating thin lines of blood
in the pale flesh of the boy�s chest. The boy let out a muffled snarl through
the gag in his mouth, fighting furiously against the ropes that held his wrists
above his head.

�What was that?� asked the other boy innocently. �Sorry Bakura, I can�t really
understand you. Perhaps you�d care to trat oat once more?�

The taller youth�s ruby eyes flashed angrily, staring at the other boy wisuchsuch a furious expression that the other smirked. Leaning over, the smaller boy
tugged the cloth lightly out of the other�s mouth. Immediately the taller boy
started cursing at him.

�Ryou, you brat!� the other yelled, straining against the ropes holding him
down. �What in the name of Ra do you think you�re doing?�

�Returning the favour,� said Ryou, eyes glinting maliciously.

�What favour?� hissed the boy angrily; looking at the other like he was an
idiot. �I swear if this is another one of your stupid human games-�

�This isn�t a game,� cut in Ryou, voice dangerous. �You tortured me every day;
beat me to the point where I almost couldn�t walk. When I came home in the
afternoon you would abuse me for no reason. Now it�s time to return the
favour.�

�Touch me and live to regret it, Ryou,� snapped the other, narrowing his eyes
at the smaller boy. �You�re already going to suffer pain for going this far.
Continue, and I hold no responsibility for the insufferable agony you will
experience in the future.�

�Idle threat,� whispered the hikari dangerously. �You will be the one
experiencing pain and agony, not me.�

�Oh yes?� hissed Bakura, staring at his lighter half with a loathing expression.
�I seriously doubt it. You don�t have what it takes to back up your words, you
runt.�

�We�ll see, my darkness, we�ll see,� said Ryou, leaning close enough to the
other�s face so they were almost nose to nose. �But in the meantime, this was
more enjoyable when you weren�t talking.�

He pushed the cloth back into the other�s mouth, ignoring the sounds of muffled
discontent coming from the spirit�s mouth. He drew back slightly and studied
his darker half with a thoughtful expression, and then shook his head.

�This shirt could become a bit of a hindrance,� he whispered softly, removing a
small dagger from its place on the bedside table. He noted with some
satisfaction that the other�s eyes were trained on the weapon, a wary edge
present in their ruby depths. He smirked slightly as he placed taggeagger on
the skin of the other�s neck, seeing the other tense slightly as the cold blade
made contact with warm skin.

�What�s wrong?� he purred, bringing his face down so his lips barely brushed
the other�s ear when he spoke. He dragged the knife down the other�s chest in
one swift movement, cutting the thin fabric evenly in half, and scratching a
barely visible line down the other�s skin. The other shivered slightly as his
body was exposed to the cool air. �Scared already, mou hitori no boku hav haven�t even started yet.�

The boy growled angrily through the gag in his mouth. Ryou allowed a slight
smile to come to his lips. �Perhaps I assumed wrong. Never mind, you will be
soon enough.� He leant over to the bedside table and pulled open a small
drawer, removing a black velvet bag from inside of it. Closing the drawer, he
looked back at his darker half, seeing slight perplexity present in his other�s
eyes.

�Confused, my captured darkness? A small bag like this surely couldn�t hold the
contents to your future torture, correct?� implored Ryou, gazing down at the
other with the smallest of smiles playing on his lips. He leaned down so that
his elbows were resting lightly on the pale skin of the other�s exposed chest,
eyes narrowing dangerously as they looked into the scarlet depths of his other.
�Wrong.�

Bakura looked at him with an unreadable expression, although Ryou detected a
hint of fear that was attempting to hide itself at any costs. He drew back,
straightening his figure as he pulled open the drawstring on the bag with slow
deliberate fingers, keeping his gaze trained upon the face of his other for any
reaction. When none came, he tilted his face slightly to hide a smirk and
reached into the bag, pulling out a small red candle. He set it on the covers
next to Bakura�s body, thoroughly enjoying the utterly perplexed look his other
was giving him. Next he pulled out an old-fashioned quill; the point wicked
elongated, proving it obvious that its purpose was not created for writing. The
last thing he removed was a small glass vial full of a clear liquid similar to
water. He placed these three items carefully on Bakura�s chest, eyes narrowing
when the other began to thrash against his bonds again.

�Be still,� he hissed, backhanding his other across the face. The boy�s head
snapped to the side, and then returned to its previous position just as
quickly, his eyes now full of rage. �Quit resisting the inevitable. I will
return what you have given, tonight, as promised. However, if you do not stay
still, I will be forced to take other measures.�

His darker half�s eyes glinted dangerously be the they closed, his body beginning
to pull at his restraints again. Ryou narrowed his eyes and got to his feet,
making his way to the bathroom. Upon reaching his destination, he removed a
small bottle from the cupboard behind the mirror.

�As you wish, mou hitori no boku,� he called over his shoulder, taking a
syringe from the countertop and plunging it into the contents on the bottle
with expertise. �It may have been safer for you the other way, though. I�m not
sure how this will react with what�s in that glass vial.� He paused for a
moment, smiling as he felt slight anxiety from his darker half�s side of the
mind link. He tilted the bottle in his hands and pulled back the stopper on the
syringe, watching the contents of the bottle spill into the small casing with
satisfaction. Removing the bottle from the end of the syringe, he put the cap
back on and proceeded back into the bedroom, tapping the instrument in his hand
with one finger.

�This was your choice, idiot spirit,� hissed Ryou, grabbing a handful of the
other�s hair and pulling roughly, forcing the boy�s head to turn away from him,
leaving his neck exposed. He pushed the sharp point into the skin of the boy�s
neck, ignoring his muffled sounds of protest. Injecting the fluid into the
other�s bloodstream, Ryou watched in satisfaction as his darker half�s
struggling slowed, eyes glazing over slightly as his breaths became more
relaxed. He contemplated in slight appreciation as Bakura�s entire form relaxed
onto the covers beneath it. That drug had worked exceedingly well, and very
quickly too. He approached the bed and brushed a few strands of hair out of his
other�s face.

�Well,� he whispered softly, climbing on the bed and settling himself
comfortably back on Bakura. �Now that we�ve all calmed down, I think we should
begin.�

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a lighter, picking up the candle
up from the bedcovers with his other hand. Flicking the small instrument once
with his finger, he held the head near the wick of the candle, watching a small
flame create itself atop the small form of wax. He clicked the lighter shut and
tossed it unceremoniously on the floor, gaze now turning back to his other
half. He held the canin fin front of the other�s eyes, moving it back and forth
slowly. Bakura�s eyes followed the dancing light, although it seemed that it
took him a great deal of effort to do so. Ryou smiled and closed his eyes,
dancing a finger idly across Bakura�s chest.

�You seem strangely lethargic, my darkness,� he whispered, trailing his hand
upwards so that it caressed the side of the other�s face. �I find myself
wondering if the dosage I gave you may have been too strong. I don�t want to
find out that you can�t feel the repayment I�m giving you. Perhaps if I were to
test my theory . . .�

He moved the hand holding the candle up towards where Bakura�s hands were tied
to the headboard. He moved the flame directly into one of Bakura�s fingers,
smirking as he heard the fiend yelp. He removed the heat and brought the candle
back down in front of the other�s face.

�So far so good,� he whispered. �I�m very glad. I wouldn�t want to have to wait
until the drug wore off. So, now that we�re all prepared, I think it�s time to
finally begin.�

He moved back into a sitting position, holding the candle out hovering a few
inches above Bakura�s chest. He tipped his hand, allowing the melted wax around
the flame to run off the candle and onto the boy�s chest. Bakura�s form
stiffened, chest visibly constricting as he tossed back his head, trying to
ignore the burning heat on his torso. Ryou smirked, watching the hot wax form a
perfect pool of red liquid on the pale flesh. A sharp warming sensation on his
fingers caused him to turn his attention back to the candle in his hand, noting
that the flame had eaten through the wax and was now licking the edge of his
fingers. He closed his eyes unconcernedly, and tipped the candle upside down,
causing the wax to melt at a much quicker pace. Bakura let out a of of pain,
muffled by the gag in his mouth as the burning fluid fell onto more exposed
skin on his chest. Ryou opened his eyes, watching in satisfaction as the spirit
clenched his fists, attempting to quench the scalding sensation on his skin. He
clenched his own fist, drowning the small flame of the candle in the little wax
that remained of it, barely noticing that the flame had burned his own flesh,
leaving the skin rather red. He looked in admiration at the perfect red circle
of wax on his darker half�s chest. It reminded him of blood; the dark red pool
of wax. He picked up the quill from its place on the bed, along with the vial
of clear liquid.

�It hurts, doesn�t it?� he asked softly, not bothering to look at his other as
he removed the stopper from the vial. �That�s Indian wax; it stays liquid for
many hours, always burning your flesh with a never-ending . Th. That area of
your skin will burn the same as it is now for at least the rest of the night.
You probably won�t pay attention to it for that long, though. Other events may
chance to drive that small sensation out of your mind, for much larger, and
painful ones are to come.�

He dipped the end of the quill into the vial, making sure that it was coated in
the thick, clear liquid. He then placed the quill over the pool of wax on
Bakura�s chest, staring into his darker half�s eyes. He held the vial up in
front of the other boy�s face with his free hand, jiggling it slightly so the
contents splashed around.

�Do you know what this is?� he asked quietly, looking at Bakura through
half-lidded eyes. The other boy shut his eyes, refusing to answer. Ryou
snarled and struck the boy across the face, emitting a muffled yelp from
behind the boy�s gag. �Answer me, you worthless excuse for a spirit, or I will
force feed you the contents of this vial.�

Bakura shut his eyes tightly and shook his head. Ryou smirked, straightening
up. He pushed the quill gently into the pool of wax, pausing when he felt the
tip connect with the skin of Bakura�s chest. He gave Bakura a patronising look
and pushed the point of the quill into the boy�s chest, puncturing the skin and
causing a dark hue to mix with the wax covering the boy�s chest. Bakura let out
a muffled cry of pain from behind his gag, his entire form suddenly tensing,
and then trying to curl in to protect the skin on his chest. The restraints on
his arms and legs, as well as Ryou�s own body weight prevented him from moving
anything but his head.

�The cnts nts of this vial,� he whispered, etching the pattern of a small
circle into the center of the wax, �are some that you�ve never experienced. I�m
sure if creatures that produced venom of this nature existed back in Egypt, you
would have known about them.�

He looked over to see his darker half staring at him with watery eyes, every
line in his other�s face etched in pain. He chuckled softly.

�Yes, Bakura,� he murmured, lifting the quill of the other boy�s chest and letting
the vial hover over it. �Venom; Krait venom, to be extremely precise.�

He tipped his hand, letting some of the thick liquid to pour onto the circle of
blood he had just etched into Bakura�s chest. There was a muffled scream of
pain from the albino, his body thrusting up and thenvulsvulsing in pain. The
venom hissed as it made contact with the blood on the skin, quickly mixing in
with the coppery liquid.

�The venom is travelling down your bloodstream,� he whispered, pushing Bakura�s
shuddering form forcefully back down onto the mattress, noting the fiend�s
laboured breathing and heaving chest. He smirked, seeing the other�s eyelids
flutter shut.

�It seems you are already experiencing the first side effects,� he hissed, eyes
sparkling in malice. �Difficulty in keeping eyes open; or are you simply
tired?�

There was a muffled whimper from behind the gag in the boy�s mouth. Ryou smiled
slightly and pulled the gag roughly from his darker half�s mouth. Immediately
the other boy started coughing, head back, as he attempted to get some air
moving through his lungs.

�Second effect,� said Ryou, eyes glinting. �Difficulty in speaking and
breathing. I can see the difficult breathing part is indeed in play, but how is
your speech?� He slapped Bakura across the face, causing his head to snap to
the side. This time, the boy did not move it back, but lay there, shaking and
coughing.

�Answer me this, Bakura,� the smaller boy hissed, taking Bakura�s face in both
his hands and forcing the other boy to look him in the eye. �How is your
outlook on me now? Am I as weak as you thought?�

The boy coughed again, not saying anything. Another harsh slap made him cry
out.

�N-no . . .�

�Is that all you can say to me?� snapped Ryou, losing his patience. He dealt
another blow across the fiend�s face, making him cry out again. �I�ll teach you
to respect me; show you just how strong I can become.�

He took the quill up in his hands again, and plunged it deep into Bakura�s
flesh, making the boy cry out in agony. He dragged the small blade in one
straight line, turned and repeated twice more. A single triangle now stood in
the center of the circle Ryou had drawn earlier. Allowing a nasty smile to come
to his face as he looked at his other, he poured more venom on the newly opened
flesh, watching the flesh sizzle as the substance made contact. Bakura screamed
in pain, his whole body writhing in agony. Ryou watched with dark amusement as
tears formed at the corners of Bakura�s eyes. The smaller boy suddenly lun for forward, pushing his hand into Bakura�s throat and stopping the fiend�s
frenzied tossing of his head. Bakura choked as his air supply was cut off,
tears falling down his cheeks.

�How do you like this, Bakura?� hissed Ryou, eyes narrowed almost to slits.
�The never-ending pain? The knowledge that I have the power to make it stop,
but won�t. I won�t stop this torment for you. You deserve it; every minute of it.�

Bakura coughed, barely able to raise one eyelid high enough so he could see his
lighter half. �I . . . do this . . . d-didn�t . . . do this . . . to y-you . .
.�

Ryou paused, snarling under his breath. Then his eyes narrowed in amusement.
�Why? You didn�t cause me this much pain, because of why? Are you too weak?�

Bakura shook his head, coughing, and tried to open his mouth to reply. Before
one word came out Ryou had punctured his skin with the quill again, causing a fresh
wave of burning pain to shoot through his limbs. Bakura cried out in pain as
Ryou roughly dragged the sharp edge through the boy�s skin again and again.

�You,� said Ryou, slicing through Bakura�s exposed flesh with the small blade,
�put me through so much. I resent everything you did to me. I regret ever
possessing the Ring. Do you know why, Bakura?�

The fiend let out a fresh howl of pain as Ryou emptied the contents of the
bottle onto the boy�s chest, covering the design he made in venom, blood and
wax all mixed together.

�Because it introduced me to you,� he hissed, pressing his hand into the cut
flesh on Bakura�s chest. Bakura looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, body
convulsing at the increased pressure on the wound.

�Ryou . . . I-I�m sorry . . . .�

Ryou froze, looking at his darker half at a complete loss for words.

�What?� he hissed, although he knew already what the other had said. His darker
half had apologised. Ryou then frantically shook his head, as though to rid it
of some unknown evil. No, he�d just said that to get out of this. Anyone would
do so in the same circumstances.

�Liar,� he whispered dangerously, eyes narrowed. �You poison me with your words.
But no matter, because what I poison you with is far more lethal. Can you feel
it, mou hitori no boku? Travelling through your body, killing everything it
touches? You�re dying from the inside.�

Bakura coughed; a small trace of blood evident on his lips. His eyes were
squeezed shut and likewise were his hands, clenched together so tightly that
pools of blood were forming where the nails had cut into the tender flesh. Ryou
snorted in disgust and got to his feet.

�You�re pitiful,� he hissed. �For someone who called himself the darkness,
you�ve been broken by the light.�

He look at Bakura�s shaking form, blood all over his chest. His face was
bruised where Ryou had hit him, and teaere ere falling from his eyes. Ryou
closed his eyes for a moment, looking away. He then took the small dagger from
its place on the table and cut the ropes binding his other�s hands and feet. He
grabbed a fistful of Bakura�s hair and yanked him to his feet, ignoring the
yelp of pain that followed. Dragging the limp form to the bathroom, he turned
the shower on cold, hoisted Bakura up onto his shoulder, and then pushed him
directly into the path of the falling water. The taller boy cried out as the
cold liquid hit his wound, but could do nothing to prevent it as he slumped to
the bottom of the small tub, deprived of strength. Ryou looked at him for a
moment, then took a washcloth from the counter and roughly turned Bakura so he
was facing him.

�Are you curious to see what I have designed upon you?� he whispered, massaging
Bakura�s chest roughly with the cloth, causing the ancient spirit to moan in
pain. He squeezed the excess water out of the cloth, noticing a swirling stream
of red water under Bakura�s bare feet. He smirked, looking at the thin lines of
red across Bakura�s chest.

�Are you wondering what the necessary part of the Indian wax was?� he murmured,
brushing the reddened cloth against the wound to remove the excess blood that
was flowing slowly out of the cuts. Bakura shook his head shakily, erupting in
another coughing fit that sent his body into spasms of pain.

�Good,� hissed Ryou, putting slight pressure on the wound for Bakura�s answer
and making the other boy wince in pain, �I�ll tell you. It was a necessary part
of your new tattoo. It�s what provides the colour I was striving for; the
colour of blood.�

�T-tattoo?� Bakura managed to sputter out between coughs. Ryou smirked at him
and nodded, tapping the other�s boy�s chest.

�Your tattoo,� he repeated. �Just like Malik�s. And, just as his tells a
prophecy, so does yours in a way.�

Bakura tried to blink the water out of his eyes, but he was having trouble
opening them. Ryou chuckled at the feeble attempts and put a hand on the
other�s heavily breathing chest. �Don�t bother; I�ll tell you exactly what�s on
it. I drew the Millennium Ring, my darkness. But, instead of putting the Sennen
eye in the middle, I drew something else. I drew a moon, and a sun. The moon is
crescent, and bigger than the sun, but the sun lies in front of it, almost
hiding it entirely from view. This symbolizes something; do you know what?�

Bakura coughed and shook his head, raising a shaking hand to try and brush wet
strands of hair away from his face. Ryou sighed and did it for him; pinning
Bakura�s shaking hand against the shower wall.

�It symbolizes Light�s power over Dark. Even though darkness may seem stronger
at first, light will always retaliate. And do you know what else, Bakura? Light
always wins.�

He leaned forward and captured Bakura�s lips in a brutal kiss, and then
straightened up and headed for the door. Upon reaching it, he turned around and
gave the spirit one last warning.

�Don�t ever doubt my strength.�
          &n
Wi
With that final comment, he left, closing the door and locking it behind him.
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