Author's Note" Yes, I know these chapters are short, but this is because
I'm copying them from a written notebook. They seem longer there, but
that's because I have larger handwriting. Once again, I listened to
Evanescence's "Haunted" and "Tourniquet". Try playing them and reading the
story at the same time- gives you quite a chill.
Disclaimer: I don't HAVE to say it, do I? Let's all just assume you know. I
don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Ryou Bakura woke to feel as if a baby dragon had used his mouth as a potty, his brain as a nesting ground and his body as a midnight snack. He lay on his king-sized bed on his back with his legs twisted to the side and his arms out on either side, his wrists, bandaged with pristine white gauze, facing the ceiling. The room was dark, and the only light was in the center of his room where he had drawn his arcane circle and positioned his twelve, four-foot high black tapers. Three of them still burned and cast greasy light and sent shadows to dance on the walls and ceiling. The arcane symbol glistened mockingly at him, a quart of fresh blood spilled around its perimeter and center. His fresh blood.
Abruptly, the voice started again and Ryou convulsed and started to pray, for the countless time that night. His yami's voice joined his own and together, there voice drowned out the third which chanted one mantra, the only one it had chanted all night.
"Join me, child of darkness and darkness incarnate. Join me in the bonds of power!"
That night, there would be no rest for Ryou Bakura. He would stop chanting out of exhaustion from blood loss and the voice stopped only shortly before.
Yugi Motou sat up quickly in his narrow bed and gave himself an unwanted head rush. The dream began to fade as he lay back down and as he closed his eyes, the last image still burned in his brain; a rotting corpse walking slowly and inevitably toward him, the iron armor it wore clanking around him like the bells of doom.
"Yugi?" A softly pervading voice interrupted his thoughts and finally awakened his Spirit. Yugi threw off his bedclothes and went to the door, opening it fractionally to let his mother peek through. "Do you feel well enough to have breakfast in the kitchen? You look a little wane..." She let herself trail off and looked worriedly at her only, and very precious, son. Yugi gave her a smile at the prospect of food.
"Sure, Mom. Sounds great, I'll be right down." His mother smiled a hopeful, fragile smile; it seemed as if she didn't want to talk too loudly or she might hurt him. As she walked back down the stairs, Yugi closed the door and dressed contemplatively. Was everyone going to treat him like he was made of glass? He sincerely hoped not. Would his yami?
'Good morning, Spirit?' Yugi offered as he made his pilgrimage from his room to the kitchen.
'Yugi. Did you sleep well?' Yami answered gently, but he was always gentle when he spoke to Yugi. At least nothing changed there. Yugi responded more enthusiastically, making Yami wince.
'Yeah, except for that really creepy dream. I don't think I've ever had a dream like that before.'
'Yugi, could you keep it down a little bit. I've got a terrible headache. Was there a lich wearing armor in your dream?' Yugi was about to agree wonderingly when his grandfather greeted him warmly and solictitiously asked how Yugi felt.
"G'morning, Grandpa! I feel great! What's for breakfast?" Yugi responded happily, setting his grandfather at ease.
"Wonderful. You have your choice between toast, cereal, or omelets, or a combination of all three." Yugi enthusiastically chose the last and the tiny family sat down for breakfast.
"There was something I've been meaning to tell you Yugi." Solomon Motou said after a stretch of silence or small talk. "There's a tournament coming up and it's in an entirely different country. Greece, in fact. There have been free tickets sent out to the tournament finalists in Battle City and Monster World. So, quite naturally, you were sent one. Two, actually." Yugi sat straighter as Solomon went on in the conversation and by the end, his eyes were wide and his face was joyful.
"Oh, can I go, grandpa, can I. Mom, can I. Please I'll be so, so good! Please!" He was bouncing in his seat and swinging his legs, looking from his mother to his grandfather. He was pleased to see their expressions were favourable. Yugi's mother spoke up.
"Well, your grandfather and I were thinking you could do with some time off." At this, Yugi sat up straight.
"Who's gonna come with me? Grandpa?" Unlike most teens, Yugi was deeply attached to his mother and grandfather and he would have truly appreciated his grandfathers company.
His grandfather smiled and nodded just as the phone rang.
Ryou Bakura woke to feel as if a baby dragon had used his mouth as a potty, his brain as a nesting ground and his body as a midnight snack. He lay on his king-sized bed on his back with his legs twisted to the side and his arms out on either side, his wrists, bandaged with pristine white gauze, facing the ceiling. The room was dark, and the only light was in the center of his room where he had drawn his arcane circle and positioned his twelve, four-foot high black tapers. Three of them still burned and cast greasy light and sent shadows to dance on the walls and ceiling. The arcane symbol glistened mockingly at him, a quart of fresh blood spilled around its perimeter and center. His fresh blood.
Abruptly, the voice started again and Ryou convulsed and started to pray, for the countless time that night. His yami's voice joined his own and together, there voice drowned out the third which chanted one mantra, the only one it had chanted all night.
"Join me, child of darkness and darkness incarnate. Join me in the bonds of power!"
That night, there would be no rest for Ryou Bakura. He would stop chanting out of exhaustion from blood loss and the voice stopped only shortly before.
Yugi Motou sat up quickly in his narrow bed and gave himself an unwanted head rush. The dream began to fade as he lay back down and as he closed his eyes, the last image still burned in his brain; a rotting corpse walking slowly and inevitably toward him, the iron armor it wore clanking around him like the bells of doom.
"Yugi?" A softly pervading voice interrupted his thoughts and finally awakened his Spirit. Yugi threw off his bedclothes and went to the door, opening it fractionally to let his mother peek through. "Do you feel well enough to have breakfast in the kitchen? You look a little wane..." She let herself trail off and looked worriedly at her only, and very precious, son. Yugi gave her a smile at the prospect of food.
"Sure, Mom. Sounds great, I'll be right down." His mother smiled a hopeful, fragile smile; it seemed as if she didn't want to talk too loudly or she might hurt him. As she walked back down the stairs, Yugi closed the door and dressed contemplatively. Was everyone going to treat him like he was made of glass? He sincerely hoped not. Would his yami?
'Good morning, Spirit?' Yugi offered as he made his pilgrimage from his room to the kitchen.
'Yugi. Did you sleep well?' Yami answered gently, but he was always gentle when he spoke to Yugi. At least nothing changed there. Yugi responded more enthusiastically, making Yami wince.
'Yeah, except for that really creepy dream. I don't think I've ever had a dream like that before.'
'Yugi, could you keep it down a little bit. I've got a terrible headache. Was there a lich wearing armor in your dream?' Yugi was about to agree wonderingly when his grandfather greeted him warmly and solictitiously asked how Yugi felt.
"G'morning, Grandpa! I feel great! What's for breakfast?" Yugi responded happily, setting his grandfather at ease.
"Wonderful. You have your choice between toast, cereal, or omelets, or a combination of all three." Yugi enthusiastically chose the last and the tiny family sat down for breakfast.
"There was something I've been meaning to tell you Yugi." Solomon Motou said after a stretch of silence or small talk. "There's a tournament coming up and it's in an entirely different country. Greece, in fact. There have been free tickets sent out to the tournament finalists in Battle City and Monster World. So, quite naturally, you were sent one. Two, actually." Yugi sat straighter as Solomon went on in the conversation and by the end, his eyes were wide and his face was joyful.
"Oh, can I go, grandpa, can I. Mom, can I. Please I'll be so, so good! Please!" He was bouncing in his seat and swinging his legs, looking from his mother to his grandfather. He was pleased to see their expressions were favourable. Yugi's mother spoke up.
"Well, your grandfather and I were thinking you could do with some time off." At this, Yugi sat up straight.
"Who's gonna come with me? Grandpa?" Unlike most teens, Yugi was deeply attached to his mother and grandfather and he would have truly appreciated his grandfathers company.
His grandfather smiled and nodded just as the phone rang.