bakura-ryou:

yami—bakura:

The grip only tightened as his host began to struggle, nails scraping against the fragile skin, seemingly testing the thickness, not yet making any attempt to dig them in deeper.

Stupid child…stupid, stupid, stupid little snot nosed brat. He knew too much for his own good. He knew the control was slipping. He fucking knew and he was parading around pretending there was no heavy burden hanging over him. Pretending like none of those nightmares ever happened…except they hadn’t been nightmares. Ryou had been possessed. Ryou’s friends had been killed. People had met their doom by his own hands…and he fucking knew the spirit was struggling to keep control of his precious vessel.

Bakura’s fingers twitched as he tightened his grip further around Ryou’s neck, desperately trying to stop him from talking. Those shockingly real ideals escaping from between his lips setting off all types of alarm bells.
‘Shut up,’ he spat. Seconds later, the spirit lifted his host’s head off the ground, slamming it down onto the floor. It wasn’t enough to split skin, but it was enough to cause a dull ache, a low bumping echoing throughout the apartment as Ryou’s head repeatedly made contact with the floor, those two single syllable words being muttered out in some sort of mantra.
‘Just…shut up…’
please. Please just stop talking...

The hand around his throat was starting to ache and go numb; Ryou had a feeling he would be bruising there for sure, but physical compliance might at least spare him any serious injury. So, though he trembled, he sat absolutely still, offering little resistance even as the Spirit lifted his head and brought it back down against the floor… again… and again…

Ryou closed his eyes and privately wished that the repeated blows to his head might somehow snap him out of this scenario altogether. It didn’t seem likely; it kept going and going and all the boy could really do was hope it would stop. Apparently, talking back and struggling had only made things worse, so he was back to square one: the passive approach, in which he basically ignored everything that was happening to him.

In fact, that kind of seemed like a good idea—or perhaps the head-bashing was kind of getting to him—and so, even as the Spirit continued to hit his head against the ground, Ryou decided he would go ahead and say the first thing that came to his mind, regardless of whether or not it made sense.

In a complete monotone, he opened his mouth and declared:

“I’m… hungry.”

The Spirit was beginning to feel his throat go raw from the amount of times he’d said that two word phrase. But he couldn’t stop chanting, staring down at his host through undeniably concerned eyes.

What Ryou had said wasn’t true.

None of it was…

But then again what if it was true. What if he did go back to where he came from.

He didn’t want that. More than anything, he didn’t want that.

He wanted to stay alive. He wanted control over his host.

The fact that he was even losing that was terribly worrying.

Although Ryou’s statement took him by surprise. Brown eyes widened slightly as his grip around the other’s throat slackened.

That was it? That was his great comeback.

Bakura wasn’t quite ready to admit it, but it had actually worked, and so he sat back, carefully getting off the boy and standing, eyes still fixed on him.

‘Then go eat something, pest,’ he muttered, promptly folding his arms and glancing off to the side.

Why had he reacted like that? Why had he not continued just bashing the other’s head against the floor.

This was so confusing!

Maybe food was a good idea…it’d give both of them strength, after all.

bakura-ryou:

sorry I’ve been fairly silent lately; my girlfriend has been staying with me for the past month but she’s flying back to America right now and so I should be much more reliable with replies and such. THIS MEANS YOU SPIRIT and also I think I was going to write something for Malik but god damnit I can’t even remember

I will write another “letter to Amane” soon. fun times.

~Annabel

Don’t worry~ I understand. Girlfriends are fun <3 Hope you guys had a wonderful time~ I’m on winter break now myself, so I’ve got plenty more time to reply and such, despite a mountain of assessments to get done. If you have any ideas where you’d like to take this, lemme know :D

bakura-ryou:

yami—bakura:

This wasn’t a hallucination. It was anything but. And Bakura was very determined to prove that to his lighter half who was now curled up on the floor.

Upon feeling the child grasp his wrist, the spirit’s grip on the white strands only tightened as he pulled harder, fingers scraping together a few more locks.

The words, the cries, the pleas. They were all useless. Water on duck’s feathers. And Bakura had finally lost his patience with the boy, deciding now was not the time to show any mercy.

Pale fingers made contact with the host’s neck as he leant forward and wrapped his free hand around his jugular, giving the sensitive skin a threatening squeeze. ‘Do not make me repeat myself again, you little brat,’ he snarled. ‘I can take control of this body whenever I wish.’

Nails dug into Ryou’s neck as the spirit continued his warning. ‘I could kill you right now. I could destroy everything you hold dear. If you continue denying what is true, I may be left with no choice but to do just that.’

He gritted his teeth, struggling feebly as cold fingers wrapped around his neck. Once again, his own hands shot to the Spirit’s wrist in an attempt to yank it away. ”You can’t… you can’t. Otherwise… otherwise you wouldn’t… h-have to do this…”

That makes sense, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it? If it were so easy for the Spirit to possess him as he once had, then Ryou would no longer be conscious. These intimidation tactics had never been necessary before.

Yet to his own disgust, the Spirit’s words struck a chord. Kill him? And be mourned by who? Destroy all he holds dear? What is that? At the end of the day it was Ryou’s understanding—in retrospect, of course—that the Spirit of the Ring had needed him alive. His body had only been damaged by the Spirit’s use a select few times… it was apparent that Bakura had at least attempted to avoid unnecessary damage.

So Ryou looked up at him and simply stared with a sense of clarity that hadn’t been present until now. Though his eyes still shone with tears, there was a hardness behind them. “And then what?

“The Pharaoh is gone… the Items are gone… aren’t those what you wanted? A-and…” He swallowed, fidgeting in a vain attempt to free his neck. ”I’m useless to you dead. What… what would be the point? You’d just… go back where you came from. You’d be nothing again. You’re nothing now. I don’t—don’t care what you do. I’m not ever… not ever letting you use this body to hurt my friends. Not ever again.”

The grip only tightened as his host began to struggle, nails scraping against the fragile skin, seemingly testing the thickness, not yet making any attempt to dig them in deeper.

Stupid child…stupid, stupid, stupid little snot nosed brat. He knew too much for his own good. He knew the control was slipping. He fucking knew and he was parading around pretending there was no heavy burden hanging over him. Pretending like none of those nightmares ever happened…except they hadn’t been nightmares. Ryou had been possessed. Ryou’s friends had been killed. People had met their doom by his own hands…and he fucking knew the spirit was struggling to keep control of his precious vessel.

Bakura’s fingers twitched as he tightened his grip further around Ryou’s neck, desperately trying to stop him from talking. Those shockingly real ideals escaping from between his lips setting off all types of alarm bells.
‘Shut up,’ he spat. Seconds later, the spirit lifted his host’s head off the ground, slamming it down onto the floor. It wasn’t enough to split skin, but it was enough to cause a dull ache, a low bumping echoing throughout the apartment as Ryou’s head repeatedly made contact with the floor, those two single syllable words being muttered out in some sort of mantra.
‘Just…shut up…’
please. Please just stop talking…

bakura-ryou:

yami—bakura:

Bakura could practically see the prey like instincts sinking in on his host and…well…it was quite the pathetic sight.
Snivelling little brat. It wouldn’t surprise him if he suddenly burst into tears. Although that would be…pretty annoying if he did start crying. As that would force Bakura to start shouting, which would most likely only cause the boy to cry even more and…well…vicious circle. He wasn’t in the mood for that-

Too late.

Giving a slight groan in frustration, the spirit dropped into a crouch, reaching out with one hand, testing his strength before he attempted to grab a fistful of white hair.
Did this child have trouble understanding what he was saying?
Did he have to repeat himself over and over again.

It was a waste of breath and he really wasn’t in the mood to repeat himself.

Maybe smaller words would work better on the pitiful mess in front of him.
‘I’m not going anywhere, you little brat,’ he snarled, tugging on his hair threateningly. ‘I. Am. You. Get it through your thick skull.’

Bakura could practically see the prey like instincts sinking in on his host and…well…it was quite the pathetic sight.
Snivelling little brat. It wouldn’t surprise him if he suddenly burst into tears. Although that would be…pretty annoying if he did start crying. As that would force Bakura to start shouting, which would most likely only cause the boy to cry even more and…well…vicious circle. He wasn’t in the mood for that-

Too late.

Giving a slight groan in frustration, the spirit dropped into a crouch, reaching out with one hand, testing his strength before he attempted to grab a fistful of white hair.
Did this child have trouble understanding what he was saying?
Did he have to repeat himself over and over again.

It was a waste of breath and he really wasn’t in the mood to repeat himself.

Maybe smaller words would work better on the pitiful mess in front of him.
‘I’m not going anywhere, you little brat,’ he snarled, tugging on his hair threateningly. ‘I. Am. You. Get it through your thick skull.’

This wasn’t a hallucination. It was anything but. And Bakura was very determined to prove that to his lighter half who was now curled up on the floor.
Upon feeling the child grasp his wrist, the spirit’s grip on the white strands only tightened as he pulled harder, fingers scraping together a few more locks.
The words, the cries, the pleas. They were all useless. Water on duck’s feathers. And Bakura had finally lost his patience with the boy, deciding now was not the time to show any mercy.
Pale fingers made contact with the host’s neck as he leant forward and wrapped his free hand around his jugular, giving the sensitive skin a threatening squeeze. ‘Do not make me repeat myself again, you little brat,’ he snarled. ‘I can take control of this body whenever I wish.’
Nails dug into Ryou’s neck as the spirit continued his warning. ‘I could kill you right now. I could destroy everything you hold dear. If you continue denying what is true, I may be left with no choice but to do just that.’

bakura-ryou:

yami—bakura:

Ah, much better. The fear and desperation laced in Ryou’s voice was simply divine. Not quite comedic, no, but definitely entertaining to watch. Much better than listening to him immaturely deny the existence of the spirit who was in plain sight in front of him.
Go on, child. Crumble. Break down. Right here in front of the one you fear most.

‘I am you. I thought you would’ve realised that by now,’ Bakura replied, crossing his arms across his chest, somewhat bemused by the way his host was holding his head. Did he honestly believe that would aid him in this situation?
The spirit stepped closer, following Ryou as he backed away. ‘Oh, I don’t know, maybe I like this body. Maybe I like living in this world. Maybe I relish in the idea of driving you insane.’
So I can have your lifeless body all to myself without little hiccups like this.

‘I’d very much appreciate it if you’d stop denying the painstakingly obvious. It’s only going to cause you more pain…not like I care. The sooner you go insane the better.’
Bakura spoke as if it were nothing. It was almost as if he were a fierce predatory feline, waiting for his prey to give up before pouncing, attacking and ripping it apart, taking what he wanted with no remorse.

“No, you’re not! You’re not!”

Trembling, he sinks to his knees; they’re shaking so much that they can barely support him anyway. His mind has gone back to basic “prey” instincts. Curl up. Hide. If you’re small enough, it can’t see you. If you’re still enough he won’t chase you. Shrink into the floor and maybe… he’ll just… go… away…

“This isn’t your body,” he says bitterly, clutching his arm where the scar still shines silver under his clothing. His voice is strained; he’s on the verge of tears, but he mustn’t break. He mustn’t. He can’t give him the satisfaction of such an easy victory.

Eventually, though, he realizes his struggling will only serve to incite Bakura further. He falls limp and the tears that have already welled up in his eyes slowly roll down his cheeks. “I can’t open the safe. I can’t. Just… just tell me what you want… just take it and go. Please. Please…”

Bakura could practically see the prey like instincts sinking in on his host and…well…it was quite the pathetic sight.
Snivelling little brat. It wouldn’t surprise him if he suddenly burst into tears. Although that would be…pretty annoying if he did start crying. As that would force Bakura to start shouting, which would most likely only cause the boy to cry even more and…well…vicious circle. He wasn’t in the mood for that-

Too late.

Giving a slight groan in frustration, the spirit dropped into a crouch, reaching out with one hand, testing his strength before he attempted to grab a fistful of white hair.
Did this child have trouble understanding what he was saying?
Did he have to repeat himself over and over again.

It was a waste of breath and he really wasn’t in the mood to repeat himself.

Maybe smaller words would work better on the pitiful mess in front of him.
‘I’m not going anywhere, you little brat,’ he snarled, tugging on his hair threateningly. ‘I. Am. You. Get it through your thick skull.’

xratty-chanx started following you

Another victim? Wonderful.