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Okay, this was supposed to be a sequel to
Ryou and Bakura. Think of this as a possible outcome - very AU. This is turning
into a much, much darker fic that I thought. I hate
it when the characters take over the story.

Trust me; I have no idea how this is going
to end.

LEGEND:

<<thoughts>>
{flashbacks}
:mind to mind link:

DISCLAIMER: The characters aren't mine.

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White Shadows Chapter 2 - Pale Darkness

In the darkness of Ryou's bedroom, I rub my
wrist and glare at nothing. My little bastard hikari has released all of my
bonds except the chain on my right wrist, which still tethers me to the bed. I
want to kill him. I really do. It's the only way I can be free of this wretched
existence and return to the darkness of death. Even having my revenge on the
Pharaoh can take back seat to this�prison. Not the Ring�that I don't mind. No,
what I hate is this mockery of a 'life'. And as long as my hikari lives, so do I.

I have a heart now, and a body; blood flows
through me. But I don't want it - as long as I was a mere spirit, I had all the
power. I could take over Ryou whenever I felt a need to interact with the real
world�and ignore it the rest of the time. Now I have to eat and sleep and
shit�and remember. I can't lose myself in the dark anymore. Can't drown out the
screams�pain�anger�despair�

Lights flickered on out in the hall; Ryou
must be awake. The curtains are drawn, so I have no idea what time it is
outside - for some reason, Ryou doesn't have a clock in his almost painfully
neat room.

Who would have thought the little bastard
would have mastered the Ring enough to call a shadow game? And on ME!

But he has, and now I'm stuck in this
fucking room until Ryou releases me or a month passes. Those are the rules. I
feel the shadows move whenever I contemplate escape. They won't let me cheat;
if I try, they will twist my mind and leave my body a writhing mass of flesh, a
tether to the real world that will bind me into mad insanity for as long as
Ryou lives. Which would be a fate worse even than this
unwanted mortality.

Ryou. He is the source of all my troubles. The little bastard wanted me
out, gone, so he petitioned the Pharaoh, who petitioned the Gods or something
and managed to create flesh to house my soul.

Fucking bastards. No one asked ME if I wanted to live again. No
one. I don't want to live - I just want to destroy everything and pass
into the darkness. I am the darkness�or I was. This heart, this blood, this
body of mortal flesh is binding me into the world more every second. Filling me
with emotion when all I want is purest hatred. Strength.
Power.

"Good morning, Kura-chan!"
Ryou carols as he walks into the room, carrying a tray. Breakfast
in bed? I snort in disgust.

"Go away." I growl. Go away and
leave me to the darkness�Gods, I hate the little fucker. So
light and cheerful and happy all the time.

"Now, Kura-chan,
there is no need to be rude." His voice is light, scolding. "You have
to have breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day!"

Yuck. I haven't eaten breakfast�ever, I
think. Stupid little shit. I eye the tray he lays on the bed. Cereal, some juice, toast and eggs. By Set and Ra, doesn't
that kid even realize how much I hate this stuff?

"It's disgusting." I inform him.
His lips turn down, irritation flashes through his brown eyes.

"You have to eat, Kura-chan.
Or else you might get sick." Ryou pushes the tray closer to me; I ignore
it and him.

Pain. My cheek explodes with it suddenly; the force of the blow knocks me
to the bed. I regain myself to see Ryou standing over me, a spoon in one hand
and his fist clenched around something hard in the other. The little fucker hit
me! Again!

His tone is still light, but I can hear the
steel behind it. "Eat, Kura-chan, or do I have
to feed you?"

I reluctantly pull myself upright, reaching
for the tray. I quickly down the food; I refuse to give him the satisfaction of
forcing me. But the twinkle of his eyes and the pleased smile on his lips tells
me that he's satisfied anyway.

Damn.

When I finish, he pats me on the head.
"Good boy, Kura-chan. Do you want to go to the
washroom?"

I nod, scowling. Give me a loophole, you
little shit. Give me a loophole so I can break you�

"Then come on." He undoes the
chain that binds me to the headboard and leads me to the bathroom, attaching
the chain to the bathtub. At least he isn't going to watch me while I do my
business. That would be too humiliating.

"Take a bath, Kura-chan."
he orders me, tossing a towel in my general direction. I let it hit the floor.
"Make sure you clean everywhere!" His tone promises an inspection.

<<Kill death kill KILL
KILL>> I grab the towel, strip as best I can
with one arm chained, and bathe.

My hair is still wet when he walks back
into the room. As I expected, he gives me a thorough once-over before picking
up a towel and drying my hair. His actions are almost motherly.

{Gentle hands that had fed him, woven his
clothing and dressed him, clenching at the sword emerging from her chest�red
blood slipping though her fingers to pool on the ground at her knees } I shake my head irritably, trying to bring my mind
back to the present. Ryou smacks me lightly.

"Hold still, Kura-chan."
He finishes his task - I growl silently at him, humiliation burning like bile
in my throat.

"Don't call me that." I hiss.

"Kura-chan? Why not?" He sounds so utterly
confused.

"Because its
stupid."

Abruptly he spins me around; chocolate eyes
glitter with madness in their depths. "But I like it, Kura-chan."
he murmurs, softly, gently. "It's a term of affection. I am just trying to
show you how much you mean to me, my yami."

I try not to shudder visibly as I nod. He
smiles again, but that unsettling glitter still shows in the back of his eyes.

<<He's as mad as people think I am.>> Contrary to popular belief, I am not insane; I
just have, what is the term�anger management issues.

Watch your entire village get slaughtered
at the whim of a selfish bastard who never even cared about what he had done. Then
you can talk to me about anger management.

I will get you, Ryou. You just wait. One
month and you are mine.

He looks at me; a smile plays on his lips
as he dresses me, manipulating my limbs like an oversized doll. He can see the
rage in my eyes - I make no effort to hide it. But that damned smile never
leaves his face.

When he is done, he unhooks my chain and
leads me back to the bedroom.

I am already sick of his room, but at least
maybe now he'll leave me alone.

No such luck. He sits on the bed beside me,
an inquisitive tilt to his head. "Kura-chan�do
you remember the first time you spoke to me?" Oh, Gods - now we've got to have the nice
little chat. Somebody shoot me - or
better yet, him.

"Of course I do,
yadonushi." I smirk as he winces at the name.
Landlord; I lost track of the times I called him that. Words can be a weapon -
the only one I have in this situation.

"You said that you would grant my
wishes." Ryou murmured. "But you never granted my greatest one."

I sneer. "You wanted a partner? A helpmeet, someone to guide and protect you? Sorry, yadonushi. You were nothing more than a convenient vessel
for me - that's all. A servant for my desires - a rebellious
servant, but a servant nevertheless."

"You used to protect me, when we were
still one. You used me and you protected me, yami�why?"

"I was protecting myself, baka." A lie - I used to have a bit of gentle feelings
for the boy, before he locked me in this damned prison. It's very hard to hate
someone whose soul you share. But now all I feel is contempt and hate - for
him, or for myself. It makes little difference,
really.

"I see." He gives me a bright,
brittle smile. "It's almost time for lunch, Kura-chan."
I blink at the apparent non-sequitor. "I'll make
you a nice, healthy meal and then we'll talk again." He leans over and
gives me a brotherly kiss on the forehead. "Meanwhile, I'll leave you
alone with your thoughts." The Ring glints in the overhead light as he
rises.

I watch as he leaves. That hint of madness
in his eyes is growing - why? What made him snap like that?

Me? Possibly - but�
I rise and turn off the lights, bathing the room in peaceful darkness. At least
this way I don't have to stare at the walls - the blackness is much more
restful. I lie down on the bed, close my eyes, enjoy
the silence.

Damn it to fucking Set, my mind won't stop
working.

Ryou has gone sun-crazy - that is quite
evident by his actions. Most people think that insanity is always accompanied
by eccentric, violent behaviour. Not always.

The quiet ones - sometimes they're the ones
to watch out for.

But what had made him snap like that? It
couldn't be me - I had tried to kill him, yes, but I had a good reason - right?

<<Why in the name of Anubis am I
thinking like this?>> Guilt cramps in my gut - like the time Malik
convinced me to set Ryou up to take the hit from Osiris
the Sky Dragon. Doubt makes my mind run in little circles.

<<Ryou - what did you do to me?>> I shiver - these are not normal feelings for me. I
try to summon up anger, hate�but the guilt gets in the way, a wall of
blue-white that prevents me from thinking straight. The Millennium Ring - it
has the power to manipulate souls. He must have used it on me.

"Bastard." I relax into the gloom, try to draw the
darkness into myself. It soothes me - I
shed the unwanted emotion into the air, or try at least.

Too soon Ryou returns with my lunch. I try
to refuse; he hits me again, but I can not maintain the shreds of my dignity if
I simply give into what he wants me to do. Damn him -
the food is tasteless in my mouth - some kind of salad and sandwich. I would
rather taste sweet blood pouring from him, bathing my hands in the red liquid�

{Blood like a river over the ground, the
earth too rocky to drink it. Red flow from the bodies of my mother, father, sister,
brothers�the sweet copper smell mixing with the corrupt stench of opened bowels
and released bladders. The knife in my hands as I twist it in the body of the
bastard who killed my family, but there are too many. Too
many for one boy to kill, so I flee, the scent of death still thick in my
nostrils, blood on the blade in my hand. I lick the warm metal; taste my
enemy. On the cliff overlooking the village I stop, turning back to see the
only home I knew utterly destroyed.}

Bile rises in my throat. I choke on the
food - Ryou rubs my back and I jerk away from the gentle touch. His eyes narrow
and he slaps me. "That was not nice, Kura-chan."
Then his expression changes again. "I'm so sorry, my yami, but I care for
you. Please, I just want what's best for you." His large eyes fill with
tears - I want to retch again. He is such a whiner.

"Silly hikari." I mock. "Poor, silly hikari. You want
what's best for me?"

"Yes, yami."

"Then kill yourself, you little
bastard, so I can be rid of you."

His eyes go wide and shocked. "You
really hate me that much, Bakura?"

I smirk. <<No more Kura-chan, hmmm?>>
"Yes."

He stares at me in open-mouthed shock for a
long moment. "But if I die, then you die!"

"Yes." Smart
little bastard. I keep the smirk as I suddenly realize a way to win this
game before the month is out. If I can push him all the way over the edge�
convince him to take his own life� not as satisfying as killing him myself, but
quicker.

He's still staring at me.

A giggle escapes his lips.

I can practically see the last strands of
sanity part in his mind. <<Perfect.>>

He blinks wide brown eyes at me. "I
love you, Kura-chan." He giggles again. "I
can't let you die, my yami. I love you - I know you don't really hate me."

This kid is in serious denial. "Yes,
actually I do."

A frown. He slaps me. "Bad yami."

I growl. One more hit and Shadow Game or
not, he's toast.

Then he leans over and strokes the cheek he
just struck. "Oh, Kura-chan.
I'm so sorry�I lost my temper. Please forgive me." He kisses my cheek, a
tender gesture. I freeze.

<<Ra, no�>> It's
too light in here - I can't banish the memories� My breath hitches in my
throat, choking me. The face of my hikari is overlaid for a moment with
another, older and more grizzled, covered with scars, stroking my bleeding
cheek. Speaking those same words.

{"I'm so sorry, 'Kura. I lost my temper. Please forgive
me." A hand touches my kilt�I whimper and shake my head in denial.
"You have to forgive me, 'Kura.
Pretty 'Kura, my
little joy�}

I feel warm arms, stronger than they look,
wrap around and draw me close. I can't breathe - warm tears flow down my
cheeks. I can't help it - the tender touch undoes me.

"Hush, Kura-chan."
Ryou murmurs as he strokes my back, coaxes the tears from me. Against my will
my body relaxes into his embrace, shame old and new blushing
my cheeks as I wail into the soft shoulder.

When the tears stop, Ryou pulls away just
enough to look down at my face. "Feel better?" he asks me. I shake my
head, still reliving the memories of the bastard who broke me.

He cuddles me against him. I growl, but I
don't have the strength right now to fight him off - and a part of me likes the
comfort. The other part burns with hatred.

But he did this to me. He made me weak. He
saw me cry.

For that, he will die.

I don't care anymore. I will not� No!
Memory crashes over me, guilt threatens to overwhelm me� I don't care about the
game, or the consequences. I just want the pain to stop�

I reach up and wrap the chain around Ryou's
neck, pulling it taunt, spinning him over so he's on the bed, pinned. It's so
easy. So easy�His eyes are wide with surprise and pain; I shudder and pull the
chain tighter as he claws at the links.

<<Die. Please, Ra, die!>>

"Bakura�" he whispers. His eyes
darken, going blank as he struggles for a single sip of oxygen. "I love
you�yami�hitori�boku�"

With a scream, I pull the chain as hard as
it will go, snapping his neck.

The whole world seems to pause as I stare
down at the lifeless form of my hikari, waiting for peaceful oblivion. He is
dead - I can die.

<<Please, Osiris,
let me die.>> The Shadows wrap around me;
darkness suffocates me and I know no more.

AVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAAVAVAVAVA

The darkness clears. I find myself in a
different place - a royal throne room in the Ancient Egyptian style. I rise
from my prone position, looking around for the Judge of the Dead. With the
crimes on my heart, I expected Ammet to eat my soul
before I woke.

Shadows shift oddly in the room, swirling
around the walls, not dispelled by the torches which provide light. Movement
calls my attention to the throne on the dais before me.

A figure sits there, dressed in the regalia
of a Pharaoh. I swear aloud as I recognize it as Atem. Can I not escape him
even in death?

Then I take another look. Wait�that isn't Atem at all. That's Yugi, his baka hikari! He watches me, amethyst eyes cold. A moment
later Atem appears from behind the throne, taking the right-hand place of
advisor.

"Bakura." Yugi states; his voice rings with authority. "You have broken
the Shadow Game, and therefore you must accept your punishment."

"You do not have the right to judge
me, little Yugi." I glare at Atem. "What's the matter, Pharaoh? To good to pass judgement over a petty thief like me?"
I see the flash of anger in his shadowed violet eyes and smirk. If I get him
mad enough to banish me to the shadow realm, I will be free�

"Normally I would set your Punishment
Game with pleasure, Bakura, but as your crime is against your hikari, mine has
claimed the right of judgement."

Well, this will be interesting. Yugi is -
was - Ryou's friend. It is a little surprising that he would override his yami,
but at least he should be mad enough to order the same thing that Atem would
do.

"Yami no
Bakura." Yugi's voice is cold and clear.
"You have failed in your duty as a protector and a guide for your other
self. You have killed your hikari, and broken the rules of a Shadow Game to do
it. For this I will set your punishment."

A third eye begins to glow in the centre of
his forehead, through the golden crown.

"You have failed as a protector of the
soul. Therefore I revoke your Shadow Magic and the Millennium Ring that
provides it." I take a breath and let it out slowly. Not that I will need
magic in the belly of Ammet�

"You have failed as a guide for Ryou
Bakura, your hikari, and drove him insane in the process. Therefore I bind him
to you, until the day that you guide him back to that which you stole from
him." A white ghost appears, circling me. I can see the features of Ryou,
weeping at my final betrayal.

"You sought to end your existence;
therefore, I grant you life eternal, until the day you accept the evil that you
have wrought." The third eye glows bright as the sun with the final
pronouncement.

I shake my head in denial, horror churning
in my stomach. "Oh Ra, no please no�"

"Punishment
Game!"

AVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVA

I wake to find myself in my own bedroom.
For a moment, I think that it had been nothing more than a horrible, terrible
dream.

Then I hear a whisper in my mind.

:I love you, mou hitori
no boku.: Ryou giggles.

I drop my head into my hands and weep at
the cruelty of the Light.
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