NEVER ENOUGH YGOS

[awishforfriends]

[For those actually loitering inside the building today, you may end up seeing a small little boy with weirdly spiked hair wandering around, most likely having passed you by. Perhaps he asked one of the less helpful people around for directions to some city or outside, and just gotten turned around.

As it is, he's been in and out of rooms and hallways at least three times now. It's only once he's -- somehow -- on the roof again that he finally surrenders to the prospect that he's lost, sighing and flopping his back against one of the AC units.

His hands reach down to fiddle with the large, golden object around his neck, looking up to the sky.]

Jounouchi-kun... Honda-kun... Anzu... where are you?

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[awishforfriends]

Walked into a door...?

[But why would walking into a door need him to bandage his entire face?]

Did you hit your eye that badly?

[That's the only thing he can think of.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...Sorry.

[He might as well offer part of the truth. Even if it sounds insane.]

I black out sometimes. And when I wake up, I don't remember what happened. When I woke up, I was already bandaged up, and my face hurt a lot. So I didn't dare take the bandages off to check.

[awishforfriends]

[When Ryou says the words "black out," Yugi's face completely drains of all color. For the briefest of moments, he looks like he's seen a ghost. But then it's gone and he's smiling nervously.]

A-Ah, I see. Well, at least it doesn't hurt too much... right?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...Yugi-kun...

[Yugi really does look pale at first and he wonders if he shouldn't have said it.]

Sorry. It sounds kind of crazy, huh?

[He's not even going to mention the pain his shoulder is in.]

I'll understand if you don't want to be around me.

[awishforfriends]

What are you talking about? It's just blacking out, right? Someone must have found you and took care of you. It's not like I'm going to stop being your friend just because of something silly like that!

[Though Ryou can't likely hear it, Yugi's own fear is reflected in his voice. That's his own very real fear...]

I'll always be your friend, Bakura-kun! No matter what!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ah-

[He feels honestly touched. Yugi is Yugi, no matter where he is, huh? Yes, that's right. He just has to have faith in Yugi.]

You're right! From what I can tell, this is a proper dressing, so it's pretty likely that someone just dragged me to the infirmary. They say head injuries can cause short-term amnesia, so I probably just didn't remember getting hurt.

Thank you, Yugi-kun!

[awishforfriends]

[Yugi will always be Yugi, after all. He nods, seemingly cheered up himself. Any sign of that former spooked look is gone.]

You're welcome, Bakura-kun!

[He exhales a bit, letting the determined look back.]

Okay! Let's go check out that place, then!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Yugi... It'd have been better if you didn't meet me, right? But since you did... I'll trust you. But... I'm sorry. I can't tell you about 'him' yet. I'll do what I can to keep him from knowing about this. Even if that's all I can do.]

Yeah! It's this way. You can get to it from either of the dormitories.

[awishforfriends]

Right! I'll follow you!

[Like a determined little puppy, yes he will. ...Mostly because he doesn't know the way.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Un! [Despite his reservations, his mood has lightened, so he leads the way easily. Unfortunately for him, without his knowledge, the 'other him' has already awoken. On the one hand, he needs to get back to Malik.

On the other... This could be fun. So he stays silent, hidden, while Ryou leads them towards the northern wing. Waiting. One opportunity is all he needs. The minute Yugi is no longer behind him...

[awishforfriends]

[It isn't too long a wait. Yugi is happy chatting with Ryou, and once he points out the direct way as they get close he catches up next to him, so all it would take was a slight slowing of Ryou's steps...]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The change occurs almost instantly, before Yugi could realize it. Seeing the opportunity, Bakura slows his steps, observing the lack of people around before he made his move. Out of seemingly nowhere, arms slip around Yugi from behind. A knife held in the right hand presses against him threateningly.]

Yugi-kuuuun~ How nice to see you again. And you brought me a present too.

[The blade moves suddenly, slicing across Yugi's arm as it aimed for his throat.]

[awishforfriends]

B-Bakura-kun?!

[The pain spikes through his arm, but the flash of the knife gets Yugi's attention. Everything seems to slow down, and he can tell where the arc of that blade is taking it. It's long enough for a final thought to register.

I'm going to die!]

[adarkjudge]

[And then, suddenly, Yugi's head snaps backwards and angled, at the same time that he brings his leg back to slam his foot into Bakura's knee.

The knife is stopped with a sharp clink between Yugi's teeth and he twists out to free himself, turning to properly face the other teen.

But there's an immediate change in him now. The feel of dark magic is absolutely rolling off him in waves, and that smile... that smile is one almost as chilling as the one that Spirit of the Ring can pull off.]

That wasn't nice, Bakura-kun.~

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura stares at him with a slightly wider eye than usual for a moment before straightening up with a casual shrug. Or at least it looks casual. With that expression on his face, he seems more startled than anything. This Pharaoh is different than the one he knows. The darkness in him is much more blatant, much fiercer. It sends a thrill down his spine.]

Yo~ Pharaoh. [He reaches out, as if to touch the wound on Yugi's arm.] I've been waiting for you.

[adarkjudge]

[He moves his arm back a little, tilting his head almost quizzically.]

Ah... but you aren't Bakura-kun, are you? Then just who are you?

[The interest in his voice is blatant, but so is the threat. In fact, his entire demeanor is strange, a sort of relaxed stance that almost makes him seem like a lazy lion just eying its prey.

And it seems he thinks Bakura is the prey this time.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oy, oy. Looking at me like that makes me feel underappreciated, Pharaoh.

[He looks a little annoyed at the movement. Dammit, Yami, you took his knife, now he doesn't have any of your blood. What a jerk. Spreading his hands, palms upwards, he shrugs again.]

You really don't remember... anything... do you?

[adarkjudge]

[The knife is being easily twirled between his fingers, the spirit tilting his head the other way. Almost like a deadly little bird.]

There's no Pharaoh here. [He points the knife at him.] Unless you happen to be one. But, that's neither here nor there, Bakura-kun~.

[Twirl twirl twirl...]

You've trespassed onto a place you don't belong... so how about we play a little game?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh. You really don't remember anything. This is just precious.

[This new version of the Pharaoh... it's fascinating. More and more he finds himself wanting to see what he's capable of.

...Especially if he keeps up the way he's talking, and that look on his face.]

Are you going to pass judgement on me? Sorry, but that time's passed.

[adarkjudge]

Ah, but we're both right here. [Again, the blade is pointed.] And it's already begun~.

[Dark Yugi flicks the knife upwards, letting it hang in the air before catching it by the hilt. That slasher smile hasn't budged, and he points the blade to the room behind Bakura.]

Everything we need is right in there. Unless you're afraid of losing, Bakura-kun~.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Oh, that was the right thing to say, Pharaoh. Turning, he glanced over at the door, quirking an eyebrow at it before looking back at 'Yugi'.]

Hoh? Interesting! I'm not afraid.

[His lips twisted into a smile and he whirled on his heel, striding uncaringly to the door.]

In truth... I'm excited. The 'you that isn't you' that I know isn't nearly this entertaining. Heheh...

[adarkjudge]

"My" soul is the one you so carelessly trespassed on... I hope you're ready.

[Inside the room, Bakura finds a couple of strange things -- it looks like some kind of weird makeshift storage closet, as if the people who disappeared just had all their things shoved in it.

What might draw his eye -- and likely from Dark Yugi's influence -- is the Go board slightly hidden in the corner, alongside the table and chairs as well.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Too bad, but you can't frighten me, Yugi-kun. You're only going to excite me more and more...

[His gaze goes right to it, settling on it.]

...really?

[adarkjudge]

It's simple enough to play, Bakura-kun~. Don't you know how?

[Twirl twirl twirl goes that knife again. As Bakura's been examining the board, he's suddenly got the table set up, sitting in one chair with one leg over the other.

If the other spirit cares to watch, Dark Yugi sticks his tongue out, drawing his teeth along it. He can see why if he looks -- the blade nicked the tongue.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...Stop calling me that.

[He watches, curiously. My, this Yugi is certainly something interesting. Sinking down into the opposite chair, he folds his arms over his chest uncaringly.

Despite himself, he does feel a little bit intimidated. The other Yugi isn't reacting to his usual creeper tactics, and is even countering them. Really, it's like he doesn't exist at all, other than as some sick amusement.

...It's a pity. He feels like he could like this Yugi. A lot, even.]

I'm mostly curious as to how you plan to turn a game of 'Go' into a Shadow Game.

[He's not 100% sure he even knows how to play.]