Author notes:

This is my first chapter story.... I know it is kind of short, but the next chapter will be longer...this is kind of the intro. It was just a little idea I had...I don't think it is all that good, but please give me your feedback and tell me if you like it. I will try and update sooon!

Disclamier: I do not own Yu-gi-oh!

All he could see was the crimson liquid, splattered everywhere. His eyes locked onto the deadly scene before him. He heard a unimaginable sound, only to figure out it was coming from his own throat. Tears were streaming down his face.

The young albino woke up, sweat pouring down his face, a harsh scream ripping from his throat. His own voice started him, causing him to curl up into a ball and shiver violently. Tears beginning to escape his eyes. Why…? He thought to himself. He could never answer that question. The young boy's shivering increased. Tears pouring out harder. Loud sobs escaping his lips, until he could feel the a presence from the back of his mind.

"Did you have one of those dreams again Ryou?" a stern voice asked. The young albino did not answer.

The ring that hung from around the young boy's neck began to glow. Then appeared a tall, white hared man. The man walked slowly over the young boy.

"W-Why?…..Why d-did I…" Ryou trailed off into sobs. His hands clutching at the man's shirt. The man put his arm around the young boy, the only thing he could do was comfort him. When the young boy's shaking started to slow down, he talked a little more.

"B-bakura….Ryou started. Sometimes i-it feels so real…"

"But it was just a dream, Ryou. It's not real." Bakura looked down as he said this.

"I-I know but….." Ryou replied.

"It's fine Ryou. Now try to get some sleep, it's real late."

"O-okay…." Ryou replied softly.

The ring glowed again, and Bakura was gone.

Ryou looked around his small bedroom. The color of the walls slowly fading, The small cracks in the ceiling only added to his sense of fear.

He didn't want Bakura to leave. He was scared to go back to sleep. Because he knew waiting for him would be those terrible nightmares. He laid there for what seemed liked hours, until finally the lull of sleep over took him.

The red liquid was everywhere. So fresh, he could smell it. The metalic scent was strangely calming to him. He felt a strange happiness, with which deranged laughter escaped from his lips. He looked down at the bloody mess before him. He wanted more, no needed more.

He lifted his bloody hands to his face, looking as the blood glistened in the night. Which caused him only to smirk. Then he felt an unbearably pain in his head. He closed his eyes due to the pain. He opened his eyes in fear as he again looked at his hands, and at the mess before him.

D-did I do this..? How..?

He could feel the panic rising in his chest, his face sweating, hi heart racing. Tears where streaming down his face. And he could hear himself screaming, but could not stop. He could hear the faint blaring of sirens in the background, but still could not control his sobbing, and screaming. Then he felt a sudden warmth on his chest, and slowly his vision went black.

Bakura was again standing beside the young albino. Only this time the boy was unconscious to notice his presence. Bakura was standing there for what felt like ages, for all he could do was watch as the young boy thrashed about, and whimpered in his sleep.

As Bakura drew closer he could see the sweat that was dripping from the young boy's face. He was just about to try and wake the boy from his fit of slumber when he noticed something odd. There on Ryou's hands was dried blood.

Author comments: Hope you liked it! Please tell me what you think....(but please don't flame me because I am a little new at this...^^;)