Trapped in the Puzzle

              “Good gosh, you’re right for once, just look at that vile thing, I would be tempted to poke it if it wasn’t so disgusting-!” Yes, he’s looking at you Yami, he’ll get a stick and poke you with that instead.

                 “Well well, look at you, pretending to care.” Bakura would never be taken in by such a thing, they were enemies and that was that. “There is no peace from the demons I have to endure, again, I repeat, you know nothing of true torture. Pampered little brat. A theif I may be, however it was the only way that I would be able to live another day after wandering from Kul alna with nothing, no-one. I soon learnt the hard way, that no-one could be trusted.” Least of all, the Pharaoh and his line. No, he would never trust another living soul, he couldn’t even trust himself he had slipped so far, nearly nothing to hold on to, the tide of insanity slowly pulling him in, he knew he would end up drowning. "I’d rather be a filthy street rat than a pompous little welp like you, can’t even reach top shelf and yet you speak with your nose held high. Times have changed, Pharaoh, you’re no longer a king, despite never being mine."

"Times and changed yet you have not. You still remain as pompous... as vile as ever. It would appear your time sealed within the ring has only made you madder. I hoped it would have given you time to reflect on your deeds."

              “Good gosh, you’re right for once, just look at that vile thing, I would be tempted to poke it if it wasn’t so disgusting-!” Yes, he’s looking at you Yami, he’ll get a stick and poke you with that instead.

               “Watching your own family being boiled alive in agony to create something foul tends to do that to a person. I sometimes wonder if my mother’s soul is trapped within this ring too, or whether she resides elsewhere. I used to call for her, alas to no avail. The inner etchings with my skull count the numberous days in which I was left to fend for myself in the streets of Egypt, something you would know nothing about, neither will you ever know the madness I have come to know as the only thing that comforts me.” The Pharaoh could hiss, snarl and growl like a cornered animal all he liked, it never once phased Bakura, nor shifted the ever growing icy glare the shorter male would be recieving. "You brought it up, honestly, I couldn’t care less what you do to your light, you inbred pedigree."

"Inbred? I'd rather be of royal blood than some trash of the street, you vile vermin."

              “Good gosh, you’re right for once, just look at that vile thing, I would be tempted to poke it if it wasn’t so disgusting-!” Yes, he’s looking at you Yami, he’ll get a stick and poke you with that instead.

                 “Tch, typical that the only person to actually love a murderer like you would be what is technically yourself, do you cry your own name out when you fuck him-? Wouldn’t surprise me, you’re so egotisical and vein.” He spat out, eyes glaring daggers at the man who’s father had caused him so much pain, technically bringing him to this way of life. Yami only had that guy to blame, and all for the hunk of gold that sat around that stupid king’s neck. When playing with someone who was an expert in mind games, there was no such thing as having an upperhand. "My light, ha, I haven’t seen him in a long while and nor do I give two shits, torturing him-? Don’t make me laugh, you know nothing of true torture."

"You would be wise to hold your tongue, thief. What I do in the privacy of my chambers is none of your concern, you crude mutt." He hissed back, eyes shooting back to the other male, his form tense.

              “Good gosh, you’re right for once, just look at that vile thing, I would be tempted to poke it if it wasn’t so disgusting-!” Yes, he’s looking at you Yami, he’ll get a stick and poke you with that instead.

               “Look at you, once a feared ruler of men. Now nothing but little Yugi’s lap dog. It’s pitiful how far you’ve plummeted, I’m ashamed to call you my rival.. I want a refund, maybe somebody that won’t be tamed by an ankle biter.” A snort would leave the theif, dark brown eyes narrowing, then drifting off elsewhere, although he couldn’t help but smirk, playing mind games with anyone would result in him having fun, but the other dark half of the light, oh yes messing with him brought him the greatest pleasure. Idiot king.

"How are things on your end? Still maiming innocent people? Torturing your light?"

the little braid in the last one omg

              “Good gosh, you’re right for once, just look at that vile thing, I would be tempted to poke it if it wasn’t so disgusting-!” Yes, he’s looking at you Yami, he’ll get a stick and poke you with that instead.

                 “Your thick skull never ceases to amaze me, or has your old age withered what little mind you once had-? Never have I grovelled before anyone, I do not plan to start any time soon, especially to you.” As if he get on his knees or bow to his wishes, a pathetic concept given their history, Bakura would always flat out refuse.

The former ruler's face would curl into a smirk. He didn't know why... but somehow, antagonizing the other spirit brought him great joy.

              “Good gosh, you’re right for once, just look at that vile thing, I would be tempted to poke it if it wasn’t so disgusting-!” Yes, he’s looking at you Yami, he’ll get a stick and poke you with that instead.

"You will address me properly, peasant. You will not poke your king. I expect you to grovel, Bakura." 

Then again, Egypt is the land of de Nile so he should feel right at home there.

IT’S NOVEMBER!

"Happy Holidays, Aibou."

IT'S NOVEMBER!

"i think minato won that one??"

大黄

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