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Chapter List
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Fair warning, this one�s a little strange, and you have to
think fast to keep up. First and last
parts are Ryou�s POV.

White Shadows 4 � Tears of Blood

I don�t
want to do this to him, do I? Why do I
hurt him so much?
I want him to say he�s sorry. Sorry for hurting me. Sorry for killing me. I want�
But I can�t
make him, can I? Nothing�no, I can make
him. He�s my other half, and I love
him. I�ll always take care of him and
one day he�ll love me in return. I know
he will.
Because�he�s my other me.
He can�t hate me. He can�t � if
he hates me�do I hate me?
I
hate him.
Yes...no�He�s
crying again, tears of blood. Who did
this to him? Me?
No�I love
him. I love him�I just wanted him to say
�I�m sorry�. Is that so much to
ask? He loves me � he just doesn�t know
it.

He
loves me. I love him. He is yin to my yang, the flip side of the
coin, the second half of my soul� My brother, my other�tell
me you love me�

The kids at school always call me by
his name � which is my name too, but that�s beside the point. They laugh and wave and call �Hey, Bakura�� if only they knew
who I really was. If only I could show
them�
I walk into the bathroom, placing
Ryou�s backpack on the counter and leaning over the sink to wash my hands. I scrub at the too-pale skin roughly, the
sensation invigorating. Then I splash
water on my face, hoping to wake myself up.
School is such a bore.
I look in the mirror, white bangs
dripping with water, and see his
face. Wide blue eyes and gentle features
stare back at me from the silvered glass.
I glare at the reflection, willing my own face to appear � wilder
bat-winged hair, narrow, darker blue eyes�but nothing happens. I�m staring at his face � staring at my face.
I look just like him.
The wail of
terror is still hanging in the air as I scramble out of nightmare, shuddering
with reaction. I slide out of bed and go
to the mirror � my reflection stares back at me with wild hair and dark blue
eyes. But still � is that a touch of
gentleness in the set of the mouth, a taint of softness in the eyes? No�I can�t be broken. Not by him.
:Tell
me you love me�: The thought drifts from
Ryou�s soul room. I shiver � but he�s
still sleeping, still dreaming. For a
moment I�m free.
The knife
is in my hand � I�m not sure how it got there, but it�s in my grasp, the handle
hard and solid and comforting. I raise
it to my hair � it should be shorter, so I chop off those long silvery locks
until they just brush my shoulders.
Better. But still not enough. I raise a finger to my right eye, trace a memory over the lid and down the cheek. I used to have a scar� right there� I
remember that night�

--Flashback �
Bakhura slipped the tiny sliver of bone into his wrist
shackles, working the fragile object through the copper bonds. The lock was simple enough � he had it
memorized after so many months of close association. Finally, the lock clicked open, falling to
the straw-covered ground with a muffled thunk. The boy � though no longer truly a boy, he
had not been since his ninth year � rose, tying the cloth of his smock closer about
him. He would free himself of this place
� but first he had a stop to make. He
undid the lock attaching the chain to the wall and wrapped the cool metal links
carefully around his hand.
The master�s
house was not far away; after six month of �training�, he knew the way well. Like a ghost he slipped through the night. His master�s room was at the back, but likely
in this weather he would be sleeping on the roof, to take advantage of the cool
night air.
Bakhura smiled at the ladder leading to said roof, one hand
fondling the wood before he slid up, bare feet making less noise than the wind. As he expected, his master lay there on a
straw pallet, nakedness exposed to the stars of Nut. The boy slipped across the roof to the man, unwrapping the heavy chain as he went. The clanking of the copper links sounded
overly loud in the night air; the slave master woke with a start. Bakhura stopped as
the man�s eyes opened, uncertain now. He
had thought to strangle the man in his sleep � sudden fear raced through him,
paralyzing his limbs.
�Boy�Bakhura�what are you doing here?� A smirk crossed the man�s lips. �You want to play now? I must have trained you better than I
thought��
The boy
snarled, fear banished behind blinding rage. He swung the chain, the copper weight
unwieldy. Bakhura
stumbled as his master ducked the clumsy swing, over balanced. The man caught the front of his smock before
he could react, throwing him on the pallet and pinning him there.
�I think
it�s time you were given a slave-mark, boy.�
The master produced a knife from under the pallet and brought it down; blinding
red pain laced through Bakhura�s face; agony exploded
in his right eye. He screamed, but there
was no one to hear save the man who laughed wickedly at his cries. A second line cut across his cheek, and a
third � warm blood ran down the side of his face like tears. He screamed again, a primal sound of fear and
hate�and the shadows moved.
:You want him dead�yes?:
Set�the
pain must be making him hallucinate. Now
he was hearing voices. His diaphragm knotted with agony.
:Trade, child of the dead�know the bargain; I will give you
strength, and revenge and you will give me�power, freedom.:
He felt the
master�s hands ripping at his clothes and the rage built to overflowing. Surely he was mad�but it didn�t matter. :Yes!:
:The
bargain is made.: Dark power flowed through him�Bakhura
screamed again, this time with fierce joy as he felt a tug on his soul, felt something forming above him, a something that ripped his master off of
him and threw him into the roof with enough force to crack the mud-brick. He climbed to his feet, still naked and no
longer caring, as a creature spawned from the shadows loomed over him. He felt no fear � this was the creature of
his bargain, the creature that would give him revenge. He stalked over to his
master; his hate gave him strength he never knew he possessed, and almost
lovingly he wrapped the chain around the man�s neck, pulling it taut. He watched as the man�s face turned blue, as
his tongue protruded and his limbs twitched in need for air. He watched�and smiled.

-
end flashback �

I�m still staring at the reflection
when I come back to myself. Staring at the picture of Ryou in the mirror, the picture of his
face. My face. I raise the knife again.
My face. The pain as the blade slides through the
flesh is exquisite � I savour it as I do the pain I
cause in others. This is my strength,
the price I will pay to be free of this curse.
Blood slides down my cheek, dripping off my chin in a solid
rivulet. The blade tastes me again �
across the first cut, over my cheekbone.
It burns like fire, like ice. I
shiver in something resembling ecstasy.
:Kura-chan!: He�s awake now, but it�s too late. The third slash is in place, parallel to the
second. Sign of my oath; my binding and
my freedom. I gave my soul to the
darkness � until Diabound was destroyed, and Zork Necrophisisu was defeated,
and the Pharaoh returned, triumphant. I look in the mirror, finally seeing my
own face staring back at me�and the bitter tears of longing that mingle with
the blood on my cheek.

Death�would
have been a blessing.

Kura-chan�why�what�you hurt
yourself again, Kura-chan, and you don�t want me to
help. Why? I don�t understand. I just want to help.
Don�t you understand? I love you�please, love me too! I pull him into his soul-room, joining him in
there moments later. He�s up against the
wall again, surrounded by the remnants of his life this time. But there is something new
here � spirits of darkness, of the dead.
They don�t come near me, but I can sense them.
�Why, Kura-chan? Why? I
don�t want to do this to you�please, say it.
Say you�re sorry�please��
�Rot in Hell, Ryou.� I wince at the words, at the tone. Always so harsh � I just want to help him.
�punish him�
I lash out with a hand, a whip of
darkness cutting at his flesh. But the
spirits block the blow.
Take away his pain.
�break him�
He�s laughing at me now, a wild,
wicked sound. �You can�t do it anymore,
Ryou! I WILL be free!
Love him.

�make him pay for KILLING ME!
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