Moar Deathshipping 4

"Crap, Bakura, he's coming this way!" Marik panicked, dropping his binoculars and turning to his "friend" for advice.  "What do I—what the hell happened to your face?!"

"I guess Ryo got hurt as well…" Was the Brit's simple reply as he touched the new cut on his face, wincing as blood flowed.  "I knew something like this would happen.  Anyways, just act casual.  Pretend we were doing something out here—besides spying."

"Like what?"

"Just…just please don't say something stupid, Marik," Bakura sighed, placing a hand to his face in exasperation.

A sobbing Ryo was in their vicinity about thirty seconds later, crying and wailing pitifully as if he was about to die.  When he spotted Marik and his double, a look of surprise and confusion took his face.

What were they doing here?

"We weren't making out!" Marik blurted out suddenly.

Bakura turned slowly toward the Egyptian, a look of murder in his eyes.

"M-Marik…come here."

"No, you'll hurt me!"

"No, I won't.  I just want to give you a hug…a very tight hug…around your neck."

"No!  Ryo, help!" Marik exclaimed, truly looking frightened as the boy's yami started shaking the living daylights out of the Egyptian.

Usually, the pair's antics would have made Ryo laugh.  But not now.

The younger Brit simply walked up to his dark counterpart, wrapped his arms around him, and began crying into his chest.

Bakura blinked rapidly as he was bombarded with all of the feelings his hikari held at the moment, and suddenly felt very tired and dismal.

It was that bad, then.

"It-it's okay…" The darker counterpart tried to soothe, patting Ryo's shoulder and upper back.  His shirt was getting awfully wet, but he didn't really feel like scolding the boy at the moment.

"Ba-Bakura?" Ryo sniffled, looking up into his counterpart's narrow brown eyes.  "Can I…take a rest in the Ring?  I-I don't f-feel like…being ou-out and about ri-right now…"

"Sure, Ryo," Bakura agreed with a pitying smile, taking the ancient Egyptian artifact out of his shirt and holding it out to his hikari.

As the younger Brit touched the Millennium Ring, a blinding light lit brightened the forested area considerably, and when it faded, Ryo was no longer there.

Bakura got a sudden satisfied feeling as his hikari's soul entered the Ring.  Usually he had to forcefully shove his host's soul into it whenever they were merged and he wanted control of the body.  But, recently Ryo had found out this way of just being his own separate body, but he could do it only for so long.

"I guess…I'll go get Melvin then…" Marik sighed, going forward into the vast field.

Bakura nodded, throwing his hand up in an attempt of a wave, turning and beginning the trip back to his house.

"Melvin…are you…alright?" Marik asked cautiously, ever so slowly approaching the sobbing heap that was his yami.

The older Egyptian suddenly sat up, giving a petrifying, piercing glare to his hikari with his tearstained, violet eyes.

"If you don't go away in the next five seconds, I swear I will rip the bone right out of your arm and shove it down your throat!"  The yami's voice was one of a tortured animal that had been beaten until it came to a brutal, bloody retaliation.  It left Marik running away for home as fast as he could.

And so Melvin lay back in the grass, scooting over to the spot where his lover had been.  He took in everything there: Ryo's own scent, this place, that memory.  It had been much better than their first date.  Perhaps that was because Ryo hated horror films and they got kicked out of the theater due to Melvin's psychotic laughing fit.  Gore always made him laugh.  Apparently it gave Ryo the chills,
though.

Just the thought of him sent him back into a crying fit of sadness and a mess of other confused, blurred feelings.  The confusion only brought out the emotion Melvin knew the most: anger.

He gritted his teeth, and took out the Mellinium Rod, holding it over his wrist and prepared to stab himself.

The Egyptian then blinked, seeing the porcupine.  Its big black eyes looked up to him, confused.

The sight of the creature pacified Melvin a little, making him drop the Rod and scoot a little closer to the rodent.

"I know you don't understand me…" The yami started, clearing his throat.  "But…I guess it just makes me feel better to talk.  I'm Melvin.  What's your name?"

The porcupine tilted its head, and made a chattering noise.

"Um…okay…Ryo seemed to like you, you know," Melvin noted, sticking his hand out to the creature's non-spiky cheek.

The porcupine sniffed it, and rubbed up against it.  Then it got up on his knee with its little paws.

The Egyptian was careful not to pet the spiky rodent, but let it sniff his body.

"You…you like me?" Melvin wondered, a strange grin pulling at his face.  For some reason this made him a little happier.

The porcupine seemed to be staring at something…his hair?

"My hair?  You like my hair?"

Amazingly, the rodent seemed to nod.

"Alright, I guess you can look at it…" The yami sighed, sticking his head down to the porcupine.

The spiky creature chattered, and began to actually nuzzle his hair, rubbing up against it with its own spikes.

"Oh, I get it…you like the spikes…you have spikes too…wait a second, you don't think my hair is another porcupine, do you?" Melvin sighed, a bit agitated by this notion, and sat up again.  "You better not."

The porcupine grunted, and stepped off of Melvin.

"Oh, are you going now?"

The rodent remained silent, but turned and began walking back to the forest.

"Bye…" The Egyptian muttered.  His hair wasn't that spiky…was it?

As Melvin began walking home, however amusing the encounter with the animal had been, memories of Ryo began flooding back, and the confusing emotions with it.  It made the Egyptian furious.  Fury always led to the shattering of his psyche, of course.  He had the utmost urge to kill again.  But…who…?

Melvin stopped in his tracks, his face twitching with a crazed grin for a moment.  Yes…of course!  Why didn't he think of it before?

That little Brit was the one causing all of this…all of these strange emotions to come out of him.  Ones he didn't like at all.  He wanted them to go away.  All of them to go away.  Just hatred and anger.  Those were all of the emotions he needed.  Those were the emotions that had been with him his entire life.

I have to end Ryo…I have to kill him, and everything will all be better.  Everything.  Like it used to be.