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Mouth of Yomi	By : Silvershadowfire Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nothing much to say for now. Here�s the fic!
DISCLAIMER: See Chapter 1.
A/N: Just to make my life easier, from this chapter on, Bakura Ryou will be referred to as Ryou and Yami Bakura as such.

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Chapter 10 - White Shadow
Bakura Ryou had no warning as the shadows latched onto him, icy cold tendrils lashing at his body and mind. The Ring around his neck flared in multicoloured light and they backed off. But when he looked around, he could see no one. He was alone, in the mouth of Hell.
<Oh, dear.> The whitiredired teen fingered the still-glowing Ring around his neck. <Well, if I can get this to work, maybe I can find the others.> The Ring was supposed to be able to track down the other Millennium Items, but he had never used its power - only Yami Bakura had.
He closed his eyes, ignoring the shadows still swirling around him, and concentrated on the artefact. A strange feeling coursed through his veins as he focussed harder; it was something like the one time he�d gotten drunk, but this euphoria cleared his mind rather than clouding it. His mouth opened as his breathing grew ragged. The image of his dream the night before appeared in his mind�s eye.
The world spun dizzyingly. Ryou gasped as the feeling in his body grew overwhelming. Something snapped and he dropped to his knees, drained.

#9;W#9;When he opened his eyes, he no longer saw black emptiness. A strange, primitive village lay before him, nestled in the mountains. It looked small, no more than a couple dozen houses, all with squarish construction and flat roofs. Wherever he was now, they must not get much rain. The dry, arid terrain and thin, straggly trees encouraged this observation. He rose, feeling his wobbly legs strengthening, and walked towards the nameless village.
Time seemed to have no meaning here - there was no sun or moon by which to gauge it�s passage, and his watch had stopped. he he had no idea how long it took for him to reached the outskirts of that village. He could see people moving around inside. Then the screams began.
Running towards the sound, Ryou stumbled into a scene from nightmare. A bunch of men dressed in white linen skirts and steel armour - soldiers - were herding the people of the village into the town square. Dug into the pounded earth, a huge pit already held the first bodies. As the young man watched in horror, a soldier slit a woman�s throat, ignoring the screaming child clinging to her robe. Then he stabbed the child, silencing him, before throwing them both into the pit. A man in long white robes flicked the beads on an abacus, tallying the bodies.

Ryou gulped, his gorge rising. He turned and threw up, breakfast and bile mixing with the grey stone dust. The wet thunk of weapons plunging into human bodies, the smell of blood and human waste, the sounds of the screams, even the cold clinking of the abacus�He tried vainly to block it all out as his body continued to heave.

Finally the sounds ceased. He looked up to find the pit full and the white-robed man placing seven golden items on the pile of corpses.

�Accept my offering, Osiris, Set, Isis. Gods of life and death, hear me. Give me these souls, oh God of Death. Lend me your power, oh God of Chaos. Goddess of Magic, fill these items with power to guide and guard all of your son�s kingdom.

�Hear me, Ra! Shine your light on this rite for the good of your land!�

The bodies in the pit burst into black flame. Ryou flinched back as the golden items began to float, absorbing the black fire, turning it to a familiar shadowy substance. In a few moments the bodies were gone, leaving a char-blackened pit and the seven Millennium items. The white-robed man picked the items, packed them carefully away, and left, taking the soldiers with him.

All was silent for a while, then a small figure emerged from between the houses on the far side of the square. All Ryou could make out from here was the dirty mop of white hair and the thin shirt the child wore. He stumbled to the side of the pit, weeping heartbrokenly.

Suddenly Ryou flashed back to his dream. The child�must be his yami. He watched as the child picked up a small knife, fallen on the side of the pit, and brought it up to his face. He brought the blade down across his right eye and half-way down his cheek, bright blood welling up. �I swear, by Set and Anubis, the Pharaoh will pay for this.� A second cut, across the first on the cheekbone. �In my father�s name.� A third cut, under the second, red blood mingling with clear tears and dripping to the ground. �In my mother�s name and my sister�s name. The Pharaoh and all his family will die.� He dropped the blade and bowed, head to the ground before the pit. �Hear me, o spirits of the dead! Lend me your strength, your hatred, and I will avenge you!�

Dark ghosts rose from the pit - phantoms that reminded Ryou of Yami Marik - spirits born of hate and rage. They churned around the boy, who laughed manically as they dove into him.

Then the boy faded like a ghost himself, and in his place knelt a young man. White hair and red robes, like those worn by desert wanderers. The scar beneath his eye was long healed, but the tears in his eyes were fresh.

�I�m sorry.� he whispered to the wind and the dead. �I have failed you. The Pharaoh lives. I could not destroy him.� He looked up and met Ryou�s eyes; unknowingly the teen had stepped from his concealment.

�Yami?� Ryou faltered. �Bakura-kun? Is that you?�

Yami Bakura shot to his feet, embarrassment and anger chasing themselves across his features.

�What the hell are you doing here, landlord?� He skirted the pit and stomped up to Ryou, who instinctively stepped back.

�I came�� he reviewed the rest of the sentence in his mind and decided to change his response. �I missed you, yami.�

Obviously that was the last answer the tomb-robber had expected, as he jerked back for a second before bursting into mocking laughter. �You�missed ME?� he howled. �Gods, that�s hilarious, landlord!�

Ryou smiled a little himself. �I�m sorry, but it�s true. I did miss you.� He tried to continue and couldn�t. How do you tell someone that despite the fact that they�re an evil bastard, they�re a part of your soul and you want them back?

A different voice whispered in his mind. Perhaps by being honest with him, Ryou.

<He hurt me, in order to help Marik win Jounouchi and Anzu�s trust.>

But he saved me when the attack of Osiris the God Dragon would have killed me.

�That doesn�t explain why you came here in the first place, landlord.� Yami Bakura said, controlling himself. �This is a very special place, you know. After that baka Pharaoh defeated me, I was sent here - the Hell of Oathbreakers. So unless you�re dead with a broken oath on your soul, you shouldn�t be here at all.�

�I came tnd And Atem-kun.� the younger man admitted. �With -kun-kun and the others. But I got separated�� He trailed off at the mounting fury on his yami�s scarred face.

�You came here to help HIM?� Yami Bakura swung at his light twin, who ducked. �You came to help the PHARAOH?�

�Hai!� Ryou dodged a second blow. He stumbled back, one hand behind himself against a wall, the other on the Millennium Ring.

�But you didn�t COME FOR ME!� Yami Bakura howled his rage to the sky. Ryou stared at the tomb robber�s face, at the tears of�betrayal?

�I didn�t know!� Still dodging his yami�s wild blows, Ryou backed away. �I swear, I thought you were gone back to�I thought you were dead!�

�Of course I�m dead, baka!� Bakura�s blows were becoming more controlled as he mastered his rage. �That�s why I�m in Hell! Why I�ve been reliving the slaughter of my family over and over and over�� Suddenly he turned and slammed his fist into the wall. Ryou cringed as a bit of brick fell away. That had to have hurt.

As though he had read Ryou�s mind, he murmured. �I can�t feel it, you know.� His tone was almost conversational. �I can�t feel anything. My body is a shell, a sham. All I feel is inside - and I can�t get it out. No matter what I do. All the tears I�ve shed, all the screams, nothing works. I even tried to kill myself.�

�Bakura-kun�� Ryou fought an urge to wrap an arm around his yami�s shoulders. �I�m sorry. If I had known, I would have come for you.�

Yami Bakura juave ave him a disbelieving snort. �Right.� He turned away from his light twin. �Just go away, landlord. Get out of here.�

�No.� Standing up straighter, he walked right up to his yami�s back, which had stiffened at the word. �Mou hitori no boku��

�What did you call me?�

�Mou hitori no boku. You are my other self, my yami,ura-ura-kun. I�ve been�� he paused, fighting for words. �I�ve been nothing but half a soul without you. A white shadow.�

�You think that a few words will help?� Yami Bakura snorted again. �You little shit. All you ever were to me was a vessel, something to help me with my plans.�

Ryou flinched at the cold in his yami�s voice. �Really? Is that all I ever was? Then why did you save me at Battle City?�

�I still needed you.�

�Maybe you need me now.�

That made the man spin, face to face with his former vessel. �I don�t need you, you little weakling. You still think you can be my �hikari�? My light self? Ha! You are a pathetic nothing, little white shadow.�

�Then you are nothing as well.�

Yami Bakura slapped him. Ryou flinched, but di bac back down even as he wiped blood from a split lip. �You are me, Bakura. We share the same face, the same name. If you would just let me, I would share your pain as well.� He touched the scars beneath the other�s eye. A tender, intimate gesture with nothing sexual implied. �Please. I want to help you. After all, I am you as well.�

His yami�s eyes were wide and shocked, as though that touch had been a slap. �You�you can�t help me�nothing�you�� he trailed off, words failing.

:Yes I can.: That strange feeling was back. Ryou sighed as he reached out with his mind, caressing his yami�s thoughts, tears leaking at the pain he felt there. So much pain, carried for so long; a deep and bitter wound.

Cold swept through him and his eyes flew open. Spirits from the pit rose again, looping around Yami Bakura and ripping him away from his hikari.

�You will not have him.� the spirits screamed, their voices chorusing. �He broke his vows to us. He is ours forever.�

�No.� Ryou closed his eyes and placed his hands on either side of the Millennium Ring. �He is my yami, and I want him back.� Power was mounting inside him. He heard Yami Bakura scream in pain; ignoring it, he concentrated harder. He knew the Ring could move souls, and there was only one place that his yami could be safe from his torment.

When he opened his eyes again he was glowing, a cool white light, like the moon�

{Remember child - the moon has two faces, and without both it is nothing.} The words of the miko echoed in his mind.

When he spoke, he barely recognized the voice as his own. �Put him down. Bakura-kun is mou hitori no boku - you shall NOT have him.� He hissed as the spikes of the Ring buried themselves in the flesh of his chest, willingly paying the blood-price for the corrupted* item�s full power.

He raised his hands and Light erupted from his palms.

The spirits screeched as the Light slashed through them. Yami Bakura dropped halfway into the pit, but tendrils split off, catching the dark spirit and reeling him in towards his hikari. The Ring flared again as Ryou pulled his yami back into himself, feeling complete again.

:Landlord?: Yami Bakura sounded a little fuzzy.

:Hai, Bakura-kun.: Ryou answered softly, a gentle smile on his face. The spirits wailed impotently, but didn�t dare approach. :I�m glad you�re back with me, yami.: Turning his back on the lost ones, he walked away from the dead village, which shifted into motes of dust and vanished. Ryou concentrated on the Ring for a second - it glowed and pointed to his left. He set off in the indicated direction, sure that he would find Yugi-kun sooner or later.

A long time passed in silence; then Ryou heard a whisper in his mind.

:I�m glad to be back�hikari.:
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*The Ring was corrupted right from the get-go - Maahado, who became the Black Magician, sealed the power of the ring himself so that he wouldn�t be corrupted by it. The bit about a blood-price to use it is my own idea.
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