She demands her ring and deck

Ryou swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked, "W-why are you here?" Yami Bakura's grin widened, clearly enjoying Ryou's fear. "Oh, Ryou," she purred, her voice dripping with malice, "I'm here to collect what's rightfully mine. You see, our little separation all those years ago left unfinished business. And now, with this new vessel," she gestured to her body, emphasizing her curves, "I can finally take what I deserve." She took a step closer, the darkness around her seeming to pulse with her words. "You owe me, Ryou. And now, it's time to pay."

Yami Bakura's voice dropped to a menacing whisper, the air growing colder as she stepped closer to Ryou. "The Millennium Ring... and my Deck. Hand them over, Ryou. Now." The demand hung in the air like a blade poised to strike, and Ryou's breath caught in his throat. He could feel the memories begin to surface. All the horrible things that the Ring had brought upon him and many others. He couldn't let the Spirit know where it was "You... you can't have it," Ryou stammered, his voice trembling despite his resolve. Yami's laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down his spine.

"Oh, but I can," she purred, her eyes gleaming with malice.

Yami Bakura's smile grew wider as she took another step closer, the shadows in the room twisting around her like living tendrils. "Oh, Ryou," she whispered, her voice sweet but laced with venom, "you always were so stubborn. But stubbornness doesn't suit you... it never did." She tilted her head, her gaze piercing through him. "You see, I know all about your little secrets, your fears, your precious memories. And I know exactly which ones to touch to make you... cooperative."

Ryou's heart raced as Yami's words struck a chord deep within him. He tried to step back, but his legs felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot. "I...

Before he could finish, Yami's lips pressed against his, cold and unyielding. The kiss was not one of affection but of conquest, a cruel reminder of the power she wielded over him. Ryou's mind reeled as the familiar yet forgotten sensation washed over him, memories he had long buried surfacing with a vengeance. The darkness in the room seemed to close in around them, thick and suffocating, as Yami's grip on his shoulders tightened.

Yami Bakura's lips pulled back into a cruel smirk as she stepped closer, the shadows deepening around her like a living shroud. "Oh, Ryou," she purred, her voice dripping with mockery, "how terribly lonely you must be. All these years, living in this quiet little house, with no one to share your secrets, your fears... your pathetic life." Her words cut through the air like a blade, each syllable twisting in Ryou's chest. "You've always been so alone, haven't you? Even when you had the Pharaoh and the others, you were still so... isolated, but it wasn't the case when we were there." The Spirit whispered as she pressed her chest again Ryou.

"Whenever you were bullied...who fought for you?" She asked. "When you were threatened, who protected you?" She added. "You know the answer....it was us." She whispered. "Always there, always looking out for you."

"You used me to hurt others." Ryou countered.

"They hurt us first." Akiza defended.

Yami's smirk twisted into something almost introspective, her voice taking on a note of mock sympathy. "You think you're the only one who's ever been alone, Ryou? Akiza, this body's owner, she was just as isolated, just as adrift in her own world. All that strength, all that beauty, and yet she was so... untouchable. People feared her, shunned her, never truly connected with her. She was just like you, but now...I'm here and I'm gonna ensure no one else hurts her." Yami's eyes seemed to glint with a knowing light, her words dripping with a false pity that made Ryou's skin crawl.

Yami's gaze dropped, her smirk widening as she noticed the undeniable tension in Ryou's body. She leaned in closer, her breath brushing against his ear. "You can't hide it, can you, Ryou?" she whispered, her voice laced with triumph. "Your body betrays you, even when your mind resists." Her hand slid down, tracing the contour of his chest, her touch light but deliberate. "You see, I know you. I know every part of you, every weakness, every desire. And right now... you want her...you want me." Her words were a dagger, twisting in his gut, but she pressed on, her voice a velvet-covered blade. "Admit it, Ryou. Give into us."