---------Chapter 1---------
Those familiar eyes…
Rain drizzled down the cool windowpane as I stared distantly toward it, tapping my pencil in boredom to the droning of voices in the background. I closed my eyes and heaved a sigh of exasperation. 'I wish I wasn't here,' I thought. 'Why am I here anyway? There's nothing here for me. I have no future. I have no life. I should be dead. It'd be better that way. No one would notice anyway. Just one more pointless life being taken away. It wouldn't matter. I don't matter.'
"Ryou," the teacher said in a disapproving voice. "What's the answer?" I looked down at my feet miserably. I hadn't been paying attention at all. My grades were going down the drain, and I hardly ever paid attention in class anymore. All of the teachers thought I had a learning disorder, because I had no friends, and I didn't care about school. They sent me to counseling, but the counselor could find nothing wrong with my intelligence. She just wrote my behavior off as seeking attention by acting stupid in class, and that was it.
I was always the shy one in class, never talking, never knowing the answers, never good at anything. Everyone kept their distance from me, but I didn't care. I was used to being treated like that.
"I dunno," I answered honestly, while some people whispered and quietly laughed at me, like I didn't notice. Anger stirred within me that had been sitting for quite awhile. I was used to directing all my anger, my sadness, my darkness at me, because that was all I could do. . . But with Bakura gone, it was different. 'Now, I don't know what to do with my emotions, because I don't need to target them at myself anymore. Then it's the world that should bear my emotions,' I thought.
"Do you honestly think I can't hear what you say about me?!" I shouted at a group of girls saying what a dunce I was. The girls fell silent, and the teacher snapped back at me. "Ryou, please take your seat. If you're going to be a class disruption, then leave."
I sat back down, and looked out the window again. 'Yelling didn't help at all. I feel like I have a hole inside of me that can't be filled. An endless hole. I'm angry, and sad, and confused all at once. I don't even know what I am anymore. I should be happy. That is how you're supposed to feel, right? But…I don't even know what that's like. How do I become happy if I don't even know what it is?'
A pair of light lavender eyes stared back at me in the window. A boy. 'He looks around my age. He looks so familiar…but…Where have I seen those eyes? That flaxen colored hair…I feel like I know him somehow, but I've never seen him. How can that be?' The boy had Egyptian eyes, so much like Bakura's, yet with a light in them instead of darkness. His light blonde hair swayed with his gold earrings, catching the reflection of the sun rising from the darkened skies. He closed his eyes, relaxing against the courtyard wall, arms across his chest in a carefree air.
"One more warning, and I'm sending you to the principal Ryou. You need to concentrate." I nodded and turned, glancing back out the window. He was gone.
-----Reflections-----
Just an introduction so far. This is my first time writing a yaoi so tell me what you think. I had originally written this story in my usual context, but the wondrous floppy disk I saved it on got erased, so I rewrote it, and put so much more emotion into it that it almost seems like a different story. But I like it this way, even though it is quite a bit more depressing, I really think that it's a better portrayal of Ryou this way. People may not really like to think him a depressive person who has lost his way, but in truth, that's what he is. He's lived in darkness for years, never being able to make friends, or see any light of hope. Imagine what that does to your mind, your soul. I wanted to bring that aspect out through his prospective so people could see the world through Ryou's eyes. And though the first chappies may seem dark and sad at first, it will get brighter and have some action later on (like chapter 4). You can count on it. ^_^