Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Black and White ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: They aren't mine. Don't sue me. I hate writing these.

AN: You guys aren't gonna believe this one. -_-; Seriously. I wasn't expecting this particular fellow to open his profanity-spewing mouth. But he sorta pulled the metaphorical equivalent of aiming a bazooka at my head, and, well, I thought it was in my best interest to comply...

So I give you the most unlikely star of all: Yami Bakura!

Readers: O_o

Dia: *nods sadly* That was pretty much my reaction too.

Warnings: Profanity. About average for a high school senior. Rampant use of the f-word. Rather indelicately (but still tastefully) worded mentions of Yami Bakura/Ryou, who is called Ryou, just because I can call him whatever the bloody hell I want.

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I don't see what the problem is.

But then again, they're idiots if they can't see that it's right.

What the hell am I saying? Of course they're idiots.

Even if you shove it in their gods-damned faces, they won't get it. Why bother?

You can't keep a soul split. Is that so hard to understand?

It. Cannot. Be. Done. Even if you manage to rend them apart for a short while, hikari and yami will always find each other. I speak from unpleasant experience. Several of them, actually.

They always reach one another. It's necessity. I'd sooner stop breathing than be torn apart again. That hurts. I'll always go back, even though my hikari's a fucking wimp.

One cannot survive without the other. Sure, it's obsession - you live every moment with your other, you take every breath together, you feel every emotion together. You melt. You merge. It's one being in two - or the two in one. Like it could be any different. It's probably a requisite that you wind up sleeping together.

So what the hell is the big deal?

Nothing.

They're just ignorant little mortals who can't see what's right in front of them.

They think we're evil. I think it's fucking hilarious. Big bad yami, out to corrupt the soul of his own gods-be-damned little aibou? Stupid. We need them to be pure and innocent. It's a balance. A few tumbles in the sheets does not a scary devil-worshiper make, despite all my trying. It'd be fun as hell, though. To watch that pretty face harden, those chocolate eyes go cold - but I'd never do it all the way. Not when he's so vulnerable - and only to me.

It's a high, that's what it is. And it's maddeningly addictive.

My aibou's just a girly little thing, but that doesn't stop him from wanting me. What's the problem in that? I like that. I like him soft and whimpering and pliant under my hands. Why not? He's a delicious little bedmate.

And he's mine.

I'll rip out the throat of anyone who dares to think otherwise.

Maybe that's what freaks them out. That even their precious protector is scary as all fuck, and doesn't really give a damn about them. But what else did they expect? He's the bloody pharaoh! Why should he even bother with people so far below him? They don't belong to him - they're just people his hikari likes. Why he puts up with them, I'll never know. I certainly don't. If I were to associate with any of their lot, I'd wind up killing them all, save the pharaoh's hikari.

Heh. Royal vengeance isn't a pretty sight.

I can vaguely remember his reign - sure, he's slaughtered some villages in his time, and sure, he's executed saps for less than treason in various interestingly gruesome ways - but who cares? There have been worse rulers.

So he kills anyone who touches his hikari.

Big deal. So do I.

I'm just a bit more discreet. Ryou's father wouldn't appreciate a pile of corpses in the living room. But the grandfather of the pharaoh's light already knows about him. Yugioh doesn't have to be discreet if he doesn't want to be. And guess what? He doesn't.

These mortals can't handle the fact that the pharaoh and I don't like our things being touched. How much more stupid can you be? Is the concept of 'This Belongs To Me' completely out of date in this century? Ryou might be a bloody spineless wimp, but he's my bloody spineless wimp. Which means instant death for anyone who looks at him for too long.

Do I love him? How the hell should I know? But he's my hikari, a defenseless little nobody. Of course I have to protect him, for my own sake. And maybe I do like the big-eyed little loser. He needs me. He'd die without me. 'Course, I'd probably croak without him too, so it doesn't really matter, now does it?

Idiot pharaoh, though, he went and fell in love with his hikari. And so just because he's grabby, everyone throws a hissy fit?

Bah. Ridiculous.

What I find so damn amusing about this is that they only notice it when it happens to darling little Yugi Moutu. They never even noticed us. Sweet, innocent Ryou Bakura has a soul-stealer for a yami - sweet, innocent Yugi Moutu has a soull-shattering pharaoh for a yami. Um, hello? I'm the tomb robber here! Evil? Me? Fuck yeah. According to my aibou, I'm a thousand times worse than that crimson-eyed bastard.

And I'm damn proud of it. There's no shame in taking what belongs to you. I have - it's just taken the pharaoh a bit longer to figure it out. Intimidation notwithstanding, he isn't too good with people.

I've seen it happening. They're tumbling into each other, shutting away the world, letting everyone else fall behind them.

Big fucking deal. Me and my aibou did the same thing. Still do. You get used to it, the super-hyperawareness, the urgency with which he'll melt in your arms. Falling is easy - landing even easier. Adaptation - give it time, and they'll be even closer.

Does it really matter who you've left behind?

Hell no.

Does it really matter who you kill?

If they fuck with my aibou, they deserve to die.

They deserve more.

Only thing I've ever envied Yugioh - not the riches, not the power, not the title, not the strength - but that beautiful gift of his. Sure, I can steal souls... but to break them, feel them shatter into a million pieces, send their owners into raving lunacy or agonizing death - oh, to possess that power...

Delicious.

My little Ryou gets frightened when I think like this. He likes it anyway, of course. Couldn't stop if he tried.

Hikaris are like that, least mine and the pharaoh's. All soft and gentle and delicate. But they know things mere mortals cannot - and they are completely enamored of tthe dark. Sweet, pure, innocent souls - they can't get enough of cruelty and power and the night. That delicacy is hopelessly addicted to sin, and they know it. The sparkle in their eyes is deceptive - their shadows lurk elsewhere. They're the purest of the pure, because their darkness is just as pure as they.

There's a sort of beautifully twisted irony in that. The ones who need protecting are the ones who don't want to be protected. The ones they would shield from us are those who would seek us out.

Without the darkness, there can be no light. Without light, there can be no darkness. Light and dark keep one another from drowning - too much of either fritters away yourr sanity. Hell, maybe that explains why the little mortals panic whenever a yami shows up. Too long in the darkness tends to loosen a few screws here and there. But then a hikari stumbles his way into your existence, looks up at you with unblemished purity, and the world rights itself again. A little bit of gray on the edges softens the harshness of light, and soothes the neverending ache that pulses in the yawning pit of darkness.

Of course we run to each other. Of course we knock ourselves silly trying to blend together. Of course we forget about the world at first. Of course it doesn't matter.

There's no fighting it.

Hikari = soft and sweet. Yami = hard and cold. Together = balance.

Light and dark. Survival. Want. Need.

Can't get much more simple than that, can you? Huh?

Aw, fuck it.

They're idiots, and that's all there is to it.

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AN: See what I mean? *sigh* Anyhoo, thanks to this, I have officially decided that part one was not Ryou! *glances around shiftily* Anybody else notice that Yami B's really pushy? Anyhoo, hope you enjoyed, and remember to gimme feedback!

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