Well, this is my first time writing a fic. So I hope you like it. Please
R&R!
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
~flashback~ #meanwhile# Bakura- Yami Bakura Ryou- Hikari Ryou Yami- Yami Yugi Yugi- take a wild guess. //Bakura's thoughts//
Introduction (default chapter)
Bakura lie there on the cold, hard floor. He was in a strange place. One in which he had never seen before. He looked out the small slit in the wall, as a window. It was already dark out. From his point of view, it was somewhere past midnight. He looked up at the stars, or at least what he could see from them. The stars looked as if they went out of their usual order, and formed a shape. Ryou. No surprise. All Bakura's thoughts concerned his hikari.
~flashback~
"It's getting late Bakura," Ryou said. And it was. Ryou had school the next day, and he didn't want Bakura to cause havoc upon the house/neighbor- hood/world (whatever his Yami felt like) because of a bad mood. "Why should I care?" Bakura snapped, not really wanting to know. This went on for a while. Finally, Bakura got tired and fell to Ryou's request. Technically, Ryou won this argument. But Bakura never let him think that. He had his ways.
~end flashback~
Bakura had been lying awake for what seemed hours. Before the 'hours' passed, Bakura had regained his consciousness. A thin line of blood trickled down his neck and forehead. He came to the conclusion that he had been thrown against the hard, cement wall, or walls, there were three of them. Bakura wiped it off with his sleeve. Although it wasn't just blood on his sleeve, his shirt was wet, with water it seemed. But it wasn't here before. He wasn't. He couldn't. Bakura was crying.
Thinking. That was, after all, the only thing to do in this place. Bakura's thoughts wandered from one to the next. Each connecting in some way. But they were all connected.
Ever since three days ago, Bakura had changed. He didn't know how, didn't know why, he wasn't even sure exactly when. Not yet. But last week changed everything. Forever.
*To be continued*
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
~flashback~ #meanwhile# Bakura- Yami Bakura Ryou- Hikari Ryou Yami- Yami Yugi Yugi- take a wild guess. //Bakura's thoughts//
Introduction (default chapter)
Bakura lie there on the cold, hard floor. He was in a strange place. One in which he had never seen before. He looked out the small slit in the wall, as a window. It was already dark out. From his point of view, it was somewhere past midnight. He looked up at the stars, or at least what he could see from them. The stars looked as if they went out of their usual order, and formed a shape. Ryou. No surprise. All Bakura's thoughts concerned his hikari.
~flashback~
"It's getting late Bakura," Ryou said. And it was. Ryou had school the next day, and he didn't want Bakura to cause havoc upon the house/neighbor- hood/world (whatever his Yami felt like) because of a bad mood. "Why should I care?" Bakura snapped, not really wanting to know. This went on for a while. Finally, Bakura got tired and fell to Ryou's request. Technically, Ryou won this argument. But Bakura never let him think that. He had his ways.
~end flashback~
Bakura had been lying awake for what seemed hours. Before the 'hours' passed, Bakura had regained his consciousness. A thin line of blood trickled down his neck and forehead. He came to the conclusion that he had been thrown against the hard, cement wall, or walls, there were three of them. Bakura wiped it off with his sleeve. Although it wasn't just blood on his sleeve, his shirt was wet, with water it seemed. But it wasn't here before. He wasn't. He couldn't. Bakura was crying.
Thinking. That was, after all, the only thing to do in this place. Bakura's thoughts wandered from one to the next. Each connecting in some way. But they were all connected.
Ever since three days ago, Bakura had changed. He didn't know how, didn't know why, he wasn't even sure exactly when. Not yet. But last week changed everything. Forever.
*To be continued*