Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pharaoh Bakura and Thief Atemu ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Priestess: Umm...oo-kay...

Kaiba: That reeked

Bakura: No one asked your opinion! An image from my past made the great Pharaoh suffer! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mariku: Am I even in this one?

Priestess: No. The Ishtars are all in Egypt

Malik: But I'm your second favorite character! Until Touzoku Ou came, I was your favorite! (Muttering) I ought to be nicer to the thieving lunatic, now she has somebody else to molest, and he's strait. Or bi. I have to look into that...

Isis: I find it to be a great relief that we aren't in this fanfiction

Bakura: Well I am, and everybody knows she loves torturing me and Malik

Ryou: What about me?

Bakura: And him. And despite the suffer-thing, it isn't compensation for the fact that I'm short!

Kaiba: Oh, shut up!

Atemu: Why don't all of you shut up?

Everybody: Shut up, Pharaoh!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, all right? Geez, you think somebody would have figured it out by now!

Warning: Suggestive thoughts, mention of masturbation, blah-blah-blah

***

Bakura-in-Atemu's-body (a.k.a Bakura) paced angrily and paused momentarily to glare at his reflection.

Hmm...he hadn't really been truthful when he called Atemu ugly. It was just how damn short he was! Usually his grace and confidence distracted from his diminutive size, but when you lose about seven inches grace and confidence is a bit difficult to pull off.

But Atemu did have a very nice body. His outfits didn't help-at the moment Bakura had to be wearing a sleeveless black muscle shirt tucked a pair of skintight black jeans with a belt and collar that both had a shiny silver buckle. He also had very expensive-looking shiny black leather boots.

Bakura felt infuriated and terrified by how arousing and intriguing this sight was, especially considering he was in the body arousing him.

A snarl crossing his lips, he turned and went to the showers. The snarl suddenly curved upwards into rather a perverse smirk as he wondered just what it might feel like to masturbate a Pharaoh.

***

Atemu-in-Bakura's-body (a.k.a Atemu) buried his head into Ryou/Bakura's pillow as tears slipped from his/Bakura's eyes. The voices wouldn't shut up. "Now you see," they jeered. "Now you see the sins of the man you believed was a hero."

He snarled and flung the pillow at the wall, cursing silently. How can such a bastard make me feel so guilty?

He got up and entered the bathroom, pulling off Bakura's sweatshirt and gazing at resentfully at Bakura's reflection in the mirror above the sink.

Though he would die before he would even think of admitting it, he didn't blame Bakura for calling him ugly. Bakura was so fucking hot, Atemu didn't stand a chance. That was one game he would never win.

But one thing that didn't escape his attention (actually, nothing did) was the fact that he had scars all over him, snaking over his arms and chest and collarbone and belly and back. Unexpectedly, anger bubbled up in him again, and he wondered how much of those scars he had gained from inflicting them upon his hikari.

"Fool," the voices sneered. "Bakura did not gain this scars because he abuses his hikari." "He does it to gain relief from us." "But he cannot until we rest in peace." "And we cannot until he has his revenge."

It's a lie, Atemu thought, outraged. A cruel illusion Bakura invented to destroy me.

"Yes, that's it," the voices ridiculed. "It's about you." "All about you."

Infuriated, Atemu removed the rest of the clothing and turned on the hot water of the shower. He then gazed at his reflection in the mirror, and realized that his arousing dream hadn't done Bakura justice.

"You better feel that way if you wish to regain your body." "You must join." "Let your bodies move as one." "Unite body and soul." "Let separate entities become one and you will again be separate entities."

On second thought, the water would have to be cold-very cold.

***

Bakura sat back on the bed, feeling immensely satisfied. That had been quite a gratifying experience. He chuckled as he pictured the look on Atemu's face if he found out what he had done.

Ah, well. No matter what people believed, the Pharaoh was just as human as Bakura. Which wasn't much, but was still quite a bit. No, not really. But he was still a man, and so was Bakura.

He was becoming redundant.

All right, he'd had his pleasure. Now it was time to get back in the Millennium Ring.

His intense desire to do this was so ironic it could be laughable, if the reason wasn't so awful. It had been a nightmare being stuck in the Millennium Ring, his sanity and fear and personality all sucked away until he was left with nothing but hatred. But he didn't care how fulfilling it was masturbation-wise, he couldn't stand a body that was five feet inches tall. He just couldn't.

Not to mention he was beginning to fantasize about the Pharaoh.

***

"Yugi, are you sure you aren't exaggerating just a little bit?" Katsuya Jonouchi inquired as he bit into a burger.

Yugi nodded vehemently, biting into and gulping his own burger. "I even have Ryou's affirmation on it! I can't explain in, but our yamis somehow ended up in each other's bodies and Millennium Items. It's creepy!"

Jou nodded, still skeptical, and finished his burger. "I don't know, Yug," he said. "All this Millennium Item stuff already kind of creeps me out, and now we have to have the Spirits of the Ring and Puzzle switch places? Aren't you afraid he'll gouge your eyes out or something? He wants the Puzzle, right?"

Yugi got an irritated expression. "He's in the Puzzle."

"Oh yeah..."

***

I think, therefore I am. I am, there for I exist.

That was what people said, wasn't it? mused Bakura. Even if he was nothing more than a supposed "illusion", wasn't he real in the mind who imagined him? Even if he was supposedly "dead", wasn't he still alive? If he was dead, why could he still feel pain>

Pain had to exist, always had and always would. But was pain necessarily a bad thing? Pain had made him stronger. For others, he couldn't say. Pain rested on the individual.

When a baby is born, they aren't as pure as others claim. No one can be "pure", even one who has no thought of his own. In order you exist, you need yin and yang. Without one, one would be either a true demon or a true saint. There weren't true saints, weren't true demons. Not even him

He was supposedly evil. He was the great King of Thieves, the heartless Touzoku Ou who claimed the life of anyone who stood in his way. He sought revenge upon Atemu because Akunamukanon was dead. If his village weren't sacrificed, he would have been as kind and innocent as Ryou, for his heart had once been pure. But if his village weren't sacrificed, he wouldn't exist. In fact, many things would have never happened.

He was "evil", but if it weren't for him this world wouldn't exist.

There are no coincidence. Everything is fated, and said fate seemed to hate him. Everything happened for a reason. He was neither "evil" nor a "demon." There is no good or evil, no right and wrong, no justice and crime. There is light, darkness, and fate.

Nothing else exists, but in one's imagination.

Evil, no. Good, Hell no! But then, what was he?

He was a memory, who hadn't died and would continue existing until the end of time. His soul would always wander. He just existed in this chaotic timeline that fate had drawn. Nothing was true, nothing was a lie. He couldn't live, he couldn't die. He could just exist, or not exist.

Or maybe this wasn't true either.

He jumped from one shadow to the next, his darkness taking refuge in another. Strange how it worked, but that was what darkness was. Hate is triggered by darkness, and darkness is triggered by hate. It was a vicious cycle: Pain leads to suffering, suffering leads to anguish, anguish leads to despair, despair leads to hatred, hatred leads to revenge, revenge leads to darkness, darkness leads to pain all over again.

Since he was lost in the darkness, he hated. And since he hated, he was the darkness.