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Powerless	By : Ochodre Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 2661 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 13
Author's Notes: This was kind of a fun chapter, since other characters get some screen time. I tried to keep them all in character, and my ideas of how they speak and sound have been heavily influenced by the dub, since I like the dub voices better. Blasphemy, I know.
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Confusion in her eyes that says it all

She's lost control

And she gave away the secrets of her past and said

I've lost control again

And of a voice that told her when and where to act, she said

I've lost control again
And she turned to me and took me by the hand and said

I've lost control again

And walked upon the edge of no escape and laughed

I've lost control

She's lost control again...

~Joy Division, 'She's Lost Control'
"Bakura?"
Ryou's voice was distant, overwhelmed by the sick laughter, but it was enough to distract the malevolent force hovering over her.
The spirit's cackling ceased, and he sharply turned his head towards the source of the sound. With his gaze broken, Bakura was able to move again.
Without a second thought, she grabbed the Ring. In one swift motion, she ripped out the pendulums buried in her skin. They tore skin as they went, and more blood seeped into the bath water.
The spirit turned back to her, snarling and ready to attack, but she was faster. Bakura flung the ring across the room. It clattered to the floor, and the spirit vanished.
She watched it, wide and wild eyed, making absolutely sure it stayed down. Panting, she finally let out the breath she'd been holding, and she curled up against the side of the tub. She felt herself shaking slightly. Darkness crept into her vision.
There were much, much bigger things to worry about than her new gender.

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"Are you alright in there?"
Ryou's worry-laden voice roused her out of her unconscious state. Bakura blinked, lifting her head. She was still in the bath, and the water had grown tepid. She tried to answer, but the only thing that came from her tired throat was a groaning sound of affirmation.
"You've been in there at least an hour since I got home," Ryou noted anxiously. He was just outside the bathroom door.
"Ugh... I'm fine," Bakura finally croaked, digging her fingernails into her forehead. She sounded far more shaken than she would've liked. "Go away."
There was a heavy sigh. "Alright," he murmured, sounding entirely unconvinced. She waited until she heard him give up and return to his room before moving.
At first, she had hoped the encounter had been a nightmare, but she could feel the wounds on her chest every time she inhaled. Her shoulders sagged.
It wasn't enough to have the Pharaoh after her. It wasn't enough that a mad Egyptian had stolen the Rod and threatened her existence. No, she had to have this, too.
Bakura drained the tub and wrapped herself in a towel, muttering bitterly. Wispy threads of blood curled into the drain with the water. Her wound still bled a little bit, coagulation impeded by the warm water. She felt a little lightheaded. Fighting off a shudder, she retreated into her room, leaving the Ring in the bathroom.
It was a futile measure, she knew. If the Ring wanted her, it would find its way back to her neck, just as it had always returned to Ryou. Try as she might, she could find nothing in her accumulated occult knowledge that contradicted anything the spirit had said. She was just a mortal, now, and there was no reason she couldn't be as possessed or controlled as easily as any other human. She should've realized as much, judging from how easily the Rod had taken her over, but she never thought for a moment that the Ring would turn against her. She felt betrayed.
More than that, the thing that lived in it now was far worse than her. Corrupt as she might have been, she still had goals, schemes, and patience. Without her plans to reign in and focus her darkest side, it was a mad, unrestrained force not unlike Malik's split personality. It didn't even seem to care for the physical state of its new host, judging from how it had tried to coax her into jumping off the ledge, and had made no move to help her with Malik. It just wanted to see her in agony...
The thief felt something cool run down her chest. Thin rivulets of blood were trickling down her skin from the wounds. Any coagulation that had set in had been disturbed by her motion and the tight hug of the towel.
A strange combination of anxiety and guilt churned in her stomach. The karmic irony weighed heavily on her. She knew all to well the thing her hate had borne, and just what it was capable of. Every day she spent as a mortal, it would get more and more daring, until it was able to possess her completely. And when it did, she somehow doubted it would start with relatively petty crimes like binding souls to dolls.
But unlike Ryou, she had no circle of friends to help fight off the malicious spirit. However distant they were, they had at least made it more difficult for Bakura to possess him freely. It was a basic tenant of predation. Animals that were alone and injured were far easier to take than those that were surrounded by a herd. The same was true for isolated and depressed minds, with no other minds around to engage them. All she had was...
Ryou.
She lifted her head, looking in the direction of his room. He had been able to fight her.
Maybe he could help fight this one, too.

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Ryou could barely concentrate on his homework. He was far too concerned about Bakura to have any interest in the taxonomy of lower invertebrates.
He'd been worried about her all day, and as a result, hadn't absorbed a word of his teacher's lecture. Things hadn't gotten any better when he came home to find her locked in the bathroom, disturbingly silent. His morbid paranoia had given him visions of him finding her a bath of bloody water, her wrists slashed.
When she finally responded to his knocks and calls, he was considerably relieved. She must have just gotten to so comfortable that she had fallen asleep in the tub. He sincerely hoped that was the case, at least. Frustrated, he pushed his biology textbook aside. Anxiety was making him nauseous. Ryou stepped out of his room to see if she was still in the bathroom.
The room was dark and the door was opened. A quick peek in her bedroom revealed that it was also empty. Curious, he headed into the living room.
Sure enough, she was on the couch, curled up in some of the new clothing he'd bought for her, hair still wet. Ryou smiled widely, grateful to be able to dismiss all his previous fear.
His feeling of relief was somewhat marred when he noticed the look of utter exhaustion on her face. Frowning, he quietly moved over to her and sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"How are you feeling?" Ryou asked in an almost motherly tone. Bakura opened her eyes slightly, looking over at him with emotions that were once again unreadable.
"Mh." What little he could detect in her face and voice seemed to be mostly depression, with only a little bit of resentment. Whatever was wrong with her was robbing her of all her usual fire and energy.
"The medicine I got is the same brand I always used, only thing that worked. Want me to get you some?"
"I don't have a headache," she muttered under her breath, looking back at her knees. "Not yet, anyway."
Ryou sat across from her, biting his lip slightly. He wanted to do something for her. Part of him wanted to make up for having to leave her that morning, but mostly, he just wanted to see her smile. He wasn't sure she ever had before, at least in genuine happiness.
A low growl suddenly came from Bakura, but for once, it wasn't from her throat. She shifted and glared down at her stomach for giving itself away.
Ryou grinned faintly. "Why don't I call that steak house that's downtown, and order some take-out for dinner? I don't think either of us have eaten much today."
Bakura looked up at his offer, interest replacing the look of defeat in her eyes. Ryou allowed himself a broader smile. Misery might be able to take away her love of thievery for a time, but he doubted any force on Earth or beyond would be capable of diminishing Bakura's appetite for red meat.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Ryou went into the kitchen to dig out the store's menu. He had taken to ordering out more frequently, on days when he lacked either the energy to cook or the energy to deal with Bakura flinging his cooking around. He ordered quickly, keeping his eyes on the ex-spirit. She was looking over her shoulder at him, probably prepared to protest if he didn't order her steak rare.
Ryou set the phone back on the hook and went back over to the couch, this time, sitting on the unoccupied end. "You'll feel better with a real meal in you," he assured. He probably would, too, for that matter.
He glanced at the television, wondering if he should turn it on, when he almost jumped out of his seat. There was suddenly a warm weight against his side.
"B--"
"Don't even start," she ordered bitterly, even as she set her face against his shirt. She was drawn up into a small ball, and had her arms folded belligerently. "It's cold."
Ryou couldn't have known that she wasn't exactly lying when she said that. He didn't know that she could feel the spirit, lurking at the edges of her consciousness, and that the only thing that kept it at bay was her will and his physical proximity. He didn't know that, like last night, being this close was the only thing that banished the voice of her tormentor completely. Whether it was due to the spirit's reluctance to emerge with another active mind around, or some sort of natural talent he had for banishing evil ghosts, it didn't matter. Bakura saw no reason to tell him.
Nonetheless, it certainly didn't seem cold to Ryou. In fact, he felt rather warm at the moment, particularly around his face.
"Do... do you want me to get a blanket?" he asked, voice shaking.
"Just shut up," she snarled softly, pressing her ear against his shirt as if to block him out.
Ryou just sat there, stricken with confusion and muteness. There was a long pause, before he tentatively lifted his arm and set it around her shoulders. He didn't know what he hoped to accomplish with that, but she didn't throw it off or snap at him. Despite her indifference, he was afraid to even inhale too loudly. It was as though a man-eating tiger had chosen to snuggle against him, and he was torn between enjoying the warmth and softness or praying for his life.
But still, this was nice...
He glanced down at her face. She looked uncomfortable, even somewhat embarrassed and angry, but it was the desperation in her eyes that really made his pounding heart sink. Any joy he got from the contact was extinguished by the sadness that lined every inch of Bakura's form.
"Hey," he whispered after a stretch of silence, squeezing her shoulders, "We'll find a way to change you back."
Bakura closed her eyes and snorted in disbelief, but curled up tightly against his side. "There's only two people who could do anything about this, and both are my enemies."
"Maybe we could ask the Pharaoh?" he asked cautiously, looking away, "I know you hate each other, but he's usually... usually a fair person, even to his foes."
Bakura looked up, narrowing her eyes at him for even mentioning her greatest rival. "This supposedly-just Pharaoh would punish me for using my powers at the drop of a hat. He hates that I still exist, particularly now. You want me to give him an excuse to destroy me?"
"We.. we can explain that you were defending the Items. What Malik did to you is proof that you're innocent," Ryou looked back at her, hurt by the hatred in her eyes, even if it wasn't completely directed at him. He couldn't imagine the Pharaoh being so quick to judge, but then, how well did he really know the former ruler?
"He'd never believe us," Bakura whispered angrily, but it was somewhat forced. Ryou could see that she was desperate enough to actually be considering his idea. Somehow, that hurt as much as her anger.
"I don't want all his idiot friends to know," she finally said, looking away.
"I think I could get him by himself. He may not be the nicest of people, but he is honor-bound. He wouldn't tell if I asked him not to," Ryou tried to assure her, hopeful this would be that something he could do for her. He didn't consider his futile gestures of affection much help.
He was completely unaware how much he'd already done.
Bakura lifted her head to look up at him. She seemed torn, pushed to the brink by the events of the last few days. He had offered her hope, and the look in her eyes told him that she might just be taking it.
Ryou's free hand moved by itself. Bakura was possessing him once again, but with no conscious effort. His fingers came to rest on the side of her face, where they'd been not too long ago, and slid into her hair. They made their way to the back of her head and coaxed it forward, cradling it slightly. Complying, the thief set her head against his neck, and he once again used her as a pillow. This time, though, he was fully aware of what he was doing.
Ryou justified his action - and Bakura, her acceptance - by rationalizing that things would be back to normal soon, and these few moments could be swept under the rug and forgotten.
Well, Ryou thought, Bakura can forget if she wants.
He knew he wouldn't.
They remained like that until their dinner was delivered.

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Ryou shivered as he stared down the darkening street. He was only a few blocks away from the Kame Game Shop, and there were plenty of streetlights and bright signs, but he was nervous. The Pharaoh was naturally somewhat intimidating, and Ryou knew he hadn't made things any easier by acting suspicious. The ex-ruler had sounded standoffish on the phone, but had agreed to meet him alone. The last few days had obviously been stressful on both of them.
After he and Bakura had finished supper, Ryou called him and told a story about how he had information concerning the Rod. Bakura had helped him craft the lie, and had listened carefully to the phone with him, whispering the most persuasive words into his ear. He knew he never would've been able to convince the Pharaoh to do anything on his own, but somehow, when she did that, he found it very hard to concentrate on what they were supposed to be doing... He shifted on his feet and shook his head. There were more important things to mull over.
Bakura stood in the shadows, out of the light. She didn't want the Pharaoh to see her more than he had to, if she could help it, and Ryou only knew she was in there because he'd seen her go in. Her stealth skills were as keen as ever.
Part of him was deeply afraid that Bakura was right, and that the Pharaoh would try to punish her with his Puzzle. Ryou wasn't sure he could knock out the Pharaoh quickly enough should it come to that, though he'd certainly catch him by surprise. None of his distant friends knew of his abilities as a fighter, and as imposing as the Pharaoh was, Ryou was physically larger. It would just be a matter of -
Ryou stopped that thought, disturbed. He really didn't want to hurt the Pharaoh, but he didn't want him to hurt Bakura, either. Fear tingled in his stomach. As deep-seated as his pacifism was, his desire to protect her was almost primeval, and if it came down to it, he knew the latter would win. He hoped to whatever gods available that the king would be reasonable.
The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted Ryou's anxious imaginings. He looked up and saw the familiar silhouette of the Pharaoh several yards away.
"Good evening, Ryou," the wild-haired boy greeted him in a tone that was diplomatic, but not truly friendly. "What's this information you wanted to share with me?"
"I, um," Ryou glanced at the shadows that concealed Bakura. She wouldn't be able to help him at the moment. "I... I have proof that Bakura didn't take the Rod."
He saw the Pharaoh's eyebrows dip downward in irritation. "Go on," he allowed, but there was an unspoken warning in his deep voice. Ryou was already on thin ice.
"He... did break into the museum, yes, though it was only to see the Items. He'd gotten angry and left our flat, so he needed something else to do, and... well, anyway, he met Malik in there, trying to get the Rod. Bakura fought to protect the items - in a Shadow Game," Ryou looked over at the Pharaoh to see his reaction, but the ruler's face was stoic. "But... he lost."
The Pharaoh folded his arms. Ryou grimaced slightly. He could tell he wasn't completely buying Ryou's story. "If that was true, the thief would have been sent to the Shadow Realm. If he was there, why did you prevent us from searching your apartment?"
"Because - because Malik did something different to him," Ryou countered quickly, mentally berating himself for letting his nervousness slip into his voice. "He didn't send Bakura anywhere, he took away his powers, and... did... something to his body."
"Something?" The King of Games raised one eyebrow.
"He made Bakura... um... smaller, not as strong, and, uh..." Ryou fought for how to explain what had happened without revealing Bakura's secret.
The Egyptian's irritation grew into tightly-contained anger. "I've wasted enough time here," he started, "I don't understand your need to try and defend someone who has wronged you so deeply, with lies nonetheless, but--"
"He's not lying, Pharaoh," an equally angry female voice spoke up from the shadows and surprised both of them. Bakura stepped forward, hands balled into fists, and stood beside Ryou. "Do you think I did this to myself?"
For once, the former king was rendered speechless, his anger faltering.
"Yes, it's me, you gawking fool," Bakura seethed, and Ryou almost stepped away to give her a wider berth.
The Pharaoh scowled slightly, "This must be some kind of trick. I don't know what you're up to, thief, but you won't get away with--"
"Won't get away with what?" She started, and the tufts of her hair seemed to rise like hackles, "Get away with being humiliated by some mad spirit of hatred that you could not dispose of properly? Get away with being falsely accused by you and all your half-witted friends, because I was doing what you were too lazy to do?"
The Pharaoh did step back, and opened his mouth to defend himself, but she continued. She smacked her chest, right around where the Ring would have been. There was no jangle, only the hollow flap of disturbed cloth.
"You'll notice I am not wearing the Ring. This is because you failed at your last penalty game as well," she growled mysteriously, "And I assure you, if you do not rectify what Malik did and give me back my powers and form, you will have much, much bigger problems than him."
Ryou blinked, wondering what she meant by that. He'd had no idea Bakura was without her Ring, and its absence had a huge significance - but he wasn't exactly sure what that significance was. What could be a bigger threat than Malik...?
The Pharaoh also seemed slightly confused, but he quickly composed himself, speaking coolly. "I could eliminate any potential problems by doing what he did not, then, and imprisoning you where you should've gone long ago. You broke your oath to never use Shadow magic again!"
Both Bakura and Ryou bristled at that, and Ryou felt himself tensing. The Pharaoh raised his hand, authoritative and unimpressed. "But, if this indeed the work of another and not some sort of deception, I sense that you have been punished enough."
Ryou let out a quiet sigh of relief, but Bakura still looked ready to attack him, her face twisted into a furious snarl. She was shaking with rage.
"You must have swallowed a great deal of pride to ask me for assistance, and to reveal your loss. I am impressed," the Pharaoh kept going, "But I cannot help someone until I can completely trust them, and I'm afraid I can't say that for you."
He looked at Ryou pointedly. "Either of you."
With that, he turned and started to leave, completely unruffled.
Ryou stared at his retreating form. Was that it? He was just going to leave? Ryou had only anticipated two outcomes; him either helping, or trying to punish her. This took him by surprise. Something about the cool, dismissive confidence - even arrogance - in the ex-king's tone set him off. A strange feeling gripped his chest, not unlike the one that'd taken him over when confronted with the boys at the mall.
Bakura let out a sharp, infuriated sound and whirled on her heels. She was probably going to go after Ryou, next, but she blinked and stopped when she saw his face. Ryou suddenly brushed passed her, before standing tall in an aggressive pose.
"You are a liar!" Ryou shouted at his back, challenging him to turn around.
The Pharaoh froze in his tracks and slowly turned around, incredulous. "What did you say...?"
"You are a liar," Ryou repeated, short of breath from the emotion wracking him, "of the highest caliber. You're a hypocrite!"
He saw the Pharaoh squaring his shoulders, both confused and offended. "This is completely out of--"
"You have no idea how miserable she's been!" Ryou shouted, now, waving a hand in Bakura's direction, too upset to use the right pronoun, "You don't know how much pain this has caused her! All the time you spend talking about friendship and forgiveness - it must apply only to those you happen to find worthy!"
"Ryou, what's gotten into you? Do you even know who you're talking about? This is the thief--" But the Pharaoh was too surprised at his outburst to hold his verbal ground, and was interrupted again. Bakura seemed pretty surprised, too, stunned silent.
"Do you have any mercy at all?" Ryou's tone became half as loud, but twice as angry.
"Not toward people who continually try to kill my friends and put the world in danger!" the shorter boy countered, becoming equally indignant, "You of all people should understand."
"If I can forgive her, then anyone should be able to," Ryou muttered, just barely audible. It was difficult to sustain his rage. He wasn't used to it, and he could tell the Pharaoh's will could not be bent.
Ryou quieted down, and the Pharaoh stood there for a long moment, before narrowing his eyes slightly.
"That's because, Ryou, obviously," he intoned, "you're still under the thief's control."
The Pharaoh turned and disappeared around a corner. Ryou glared hard at the ground, his breathing shallow. Tears threatened at the corners of his eyes. He'd failed. He hadn't been able to help her after all.
He felt a thin hand come to rest on his lower arm.
"He's just a pompous asshole, Ryou," Bakura's voice spoke in a quiet, almost comforting tone, but he couldn't look at her. "I told you."
Ryou's features relaxed into an expression of guilt. He gazed down at her out of the corner of his eye, and felt a cold tear run down the side of his face. There was no victory on Bakura's face for being right, or anger at him. She actually looked touched, obviously unused to anyone defending her.
He looked away again and mumbled a choked-up apology.
"Stop that," she ordered softly. He felt her fingers reach up and push some of his hair back. "He deserved every word of that. You tried."
Ryou's eyes wandered back down to hers, looking shamed. Trying wasn't good enough. He hung his head, leaning into the touch of her fingers.
I swear, he promised her silently, I will find a way to fix this.

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Bakura's heart almost stopped when she woke up, and could not recall when or how she had fallen asleep on the couch. She'd heard Ryou wonder the same thing far too many times after she'd borrowed his body.
But slowly, her memory returned to her, and she relaxed. She had just fallen asleep again, her body trying desperately to adjust to her haphazard sleep schedule. It hadn't been the spirit. It was late, and after the encounter with the Pharaoh had been a miserable failure, they'd returned home, dejected. Ryou seemed to take the encounter even harder than she had, but then, she had sincerely doubted it the Pharaoh would help them in the first place. Ryou had still trusted him.
Either way, they had exhausted the last option she could think of. She ran her fingers through her hair, swallowing. The breasts, she could get used to. But she needed her powers back...
As she blinked into awareness, she became aware of the chill that was in the apartment. Where was Ryou? After they'd returned home, she went back to the couch, and he sat with her. But this time, he was sullen and silent, and didn't look anywhere but his lap. She remembered cursing the Pharaoh, since she had really preferred the earlier, hopeful version of Ryou. She'd never admit it, but the way they'd become situated had, for the first time in eons, made her reluctant to retrieve a steak dinner...
The thief shoved that thought aside before the spirit heard and decided to mock her, and stood up. She scanned the living room and kitchen, then headed down the hallway. Bakura pushed the bathroom door open with her fingertips, then the door to Ryou's room. Both rooms were empty. Heart rising to her throat, she checked her own bedroom, which was also vacant.
Where would he go now, at this time of night? At least when he was at school, she knew where he was and when he was returning. She swore, knowing she should've told him about the spirit. At least then, he'd know he couldn't leave her alone.
Tsk, feeling lonesome? There's no need for that. I'm always with you...
She stopped in her tracks and felt the cool metal pendulums against her skin once again. Sure enough, the Ring was back, without any human intervention.
Bakura grabbed for it quickly, ready to tear it off again when a sudden knock at the door startled her. Standing her ground, she looked between the Ring and the door, not certain which to deal with first. The knock had apparently startled the spirit back into retreat, though, so she hesitantly headed for the door. That had to be Ryou.
She stormed over to the door, relief giving her the strength to be angry. She turned the handle and yanked the door open, already railing at him, "Stupid boy, why'd you go run off in the middle of the--"
Bakura lifted her head, and was surprised to find herself addressing a rather well-endowed set of breasts.
"Ring keeper?" A vaguely familiar and equally surprised feminine voice sounded somewhere above the breasts, and Bakura looked up.
She recognized the faces of the two Egyptians that stared down at her. The breasts belonged to Ishizu, and the tall man that stood behind her in stoic silence was Odion. They must have come seeking information about their deranged brother.
"Yes, it's me, tomb-robber, thief, Ring-keeper, spirit of the Ring--" she paused on that last one, but continued, raising her lip, "It seems Ryou is the only person with enough brains to remember that I actually have a name."
"My apologies, it's simply..." Ishizu bowed her head, speaking formally, but she still seemed confused.
"If you want to know why I'm suddenly of the feminine persuasion," Bakura interrupted and folded her arms, "ask your damned brother."
Ishizu sighed, her shoulders sinking. "I see. He's already begun the Shadow Games again, just as I feared."
"As for his whereabouts, good luck. Not even the Pharaoh will believe he's back in town, and frankly, I'd rather not know where he is," Bakura sounded irritated, but she was quietly grateful. Perhaps these two would be able to round up Malik and set things back to normal. "He's got the Rod again."
"Then it's worse than I thought," Ishizu sounded downtrodden, but lifted her head to look at Bakura again. "Actually, we wanted to speak to you."
"Eh?" Bakura stopped her hand from closing the door in their faces. "Why me?"
"Long ago, back when I had the Necklace, I received a vision of what would come to pass during these days. I understand the final confrontation between you and the Pharaoh sealed a great rift that had been torn by Shadow magic, but somehow, it also awoke our brother's split personality once again."
"I figured as much," the thief brushed off her explanation, but Ishizu continued.
"He eventually managed to escape us and traveled back here, we assumed, to try and revive his plans for conquest. The Pharaoh has not encountered him yet?"
"The Pharaoh does not want to believe that he might not have destroyed that spirit of hate as thoroughly as he thought he had," Bakura narrowed her eyes, "He refuses to consider the possibility that anyone besides me stole the Rod. Perhaps you should pay him a visit."
"We will, soon. But... My Necklace told me no specifics, so we were unable to plan in advance for this event. However, one of the visions it revealed involved you. At least, I think it did."
Bakura raised her eyebrows. Now she was interested.
"The Necklace showed me what looked like the last battle. My brother's plans have gone far beyond what they were before. He wants to entice the Pharaoh into battle, and lose purposefully, so he may bind his soul to the Rod, just as you and the Pharaoh were bound to your Items in ancient times. He feels this will make him unstoppable..."
Bakura looked up, and put on a slight sneer. She didn't even want to give the fiend's sister the knowledge that she was afraid of him. "So he plans on emulating me. Is that the extent of my involvement?"
"No." The Egyptian suddenly looked more grave than usual, "I saw that someone would interrupt his plans, and fight him in place of the Pharaoh. That person was... I thought it was you, but now I'm not so certain. I think the Necklace was confused and unable to differentiate between you and your former host..."
Ishizu trailed off, and barely noticed the fact that Bakura had suddenly gone very still and pale. "Is something wrong?"
Only the thief was aware of the hidden implications in the Egyptian's vision. She suddenly knew exactly where Ryou was.
"That idiot!" Bakura yelled out suddenly, causing both Ishtars to jump slightly. "That goddamn... gh! Out of my way!"
Without explanation, she bulled past both of them and ran out into the hall.
Well, this could make things interesting. Would you like me to use the Ring to point you to your beloved vessel? Or to Malik, so you can intercept him?
Bakura paused at the end of the hall, pulling the ring out of her shirt and almost considering this. "I'm in no mood for your treachery!"
Oh, well. It really doesn't matter which one I lead you to, now... But I'll be a sport.
Horrified, she watched one of the Ring's pendants lift, and she sped off in that direction.
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