"It isn't as though I was just going after Ryou!" Atem snarled, very angry now, rubbing his head. "I am just getting sick of itting around without doing anything. You people don't seem to understand how dangerous it is to have Bakura manipulating you like this! He's got five Millennium Items, and two that are within reach of him right now. He's not going to even hesitate once he gets the last two; he'll kill Ryou in the blink of an eye. So excuse me if I'm trying to stop that from happening!"
Ryou shook his head slightly, then pushed Kira gently away. He searched his pockets for a moment, and pulled out a pocket knife. He went over to Atem, pressing the handle into the pharaoh's palm, giving the knife to him. He then clasped his hand over Atem's closed one, and brought their hands up, so that the blade was at his own throat. "Well?" He asked softly, his eyes moxed with various emotions. "Why aren't you killing me? Oops, I'm sorry, you seem to get touchy when people say that. Why aren't you killing Bakura? You have your chance. Just do it." Atem was silent, his anger slowly fading. But Ryou was still filled with rage. His grip tightened on Atem's hand, and he dug the knife a little deeper into his skin, wincing slightly as it drew blood. "END IT!" He shouted, tears stinging his eyes. He didn't really know what he was doing, wasn't even aware that this wasn't another little game by Bakura, that this was real.
Ryou shook his head slightly, then pushed Kira gently away. He searched his pockets for a moment, and pulled out a pocket knife. He went over to Atem, pressing the handle into the pharaoh's palm, giving the knife to him. He then clasped his hand over Atem's closed one, and brought their hands up, so that the blade was at his own throat. "Well?" He asked softly, his eyes moxed with various emotions. "Why aren't you killing me? Oops, I'm sorry, you seem to get touchy when people say that. Why aren't you killing Bakura? You have your chance. Just do it." Atem was silent, his anger slowly fading. But Ryou was still filled with rage. His grip tightened on Atem's hand, and he dug the knife a little deeper into his skin, wincing slightly as it drew blood. "END IT!" He shouted, tears stinging his eyes. He didn't really know what he was doing, wasn't even aware that this wasn't another little game by Bakura, that this was real.
