~3rd person~

Yami Bakura growled in frustration. Try as he might, he could not tap into the power of the millennium eye. All that work to get it and now he couldn’t even use it. He cursed out loud.

“What am I doing wrong?” he asked himself. He rolled the small orb between his fingers, contemplating his next move. He had been hoping that he would not have to resort to this, but there seemed to be no other way. If he could not use its magic by simply owning it, he would have to make the same sacrifice that Pegasus did, though it really wouldn’t be his sacrifice, now would it? No amount of pain was going to keep him from that power. He considered separating from his other and doing the procedure directly to him, but no. Even a weakling like Ryou might but up a fight for this. No, it was better to skip the struggle than to risk it. His mind was made up.

Slowly, he reached for his blade…
 

~Ryou~

The first thing I noticed upon waking up was the pain. Ever since my yami returned, I have often woken up in pain, either from Yami Bakura pushing my body past its natural limits or direct abuse. But this was different. The pain was present, but dulled. Like when you go to the dentist and he numbs you up. You know it should hurt much more than it does.

I at first assumed that Yami Bakura had caused me some kind of head injury. I was dizzy and my vision was impaired. I couldn’t see through my left eye at all. I raised my hand to feel if it was swollen shut, when I stopped. My hand was covered in blood. For the first time, I took a good look around (at least as good as I could).

There was blood everywhere. It stained my clothes. Both of my hands were dark and sticky with it. There was a puddle of blood on the floor where my head had been. A discarded knife a few feet away (also bloody) appeared to be the cause.

I was panicking. What had he done now? The blood was mostly dry. There was no telling how long I had been lying there. I finally reached up to feel my head for the wound my yami had inflicted upon me. I expected to find a gash or something similar.

I certainly did not expect to feel cold metal where my left eye had been…
 
 

Authors Note:  Yeah, I’m a sick individual. Everything happens to poor Ryou, doesn’t it?