Chapter One

Boredom is Just an Introduction to Madness

Bakura stepped out on the tarmac. The smell of rubber and city worked its way up his nose as he inhaled sharply. Squinting, he shaded his eyes and started for his luggage.

California was a lot different from London. For one, the bloody sun was roasting him and he'd only been here for 15 minutes. Luckily, he was only here for two weeks. As senior editor, he was sent on all kinds of trips to investigate "the next big writer". He rolled his eyes. The "trips" were just a way to get him out of the office. They probably got tired of his gruff attitude anyways.

Probably just another waste of his time. He sighed. When am I ever going to do anything interesting? The writer is never any good at all.


He slung his bag over his shoulder and began walking.

Ryou wandered at the window and stared at the sleepy coastline of New Zealand. He was bored. Sipping his milky green tea, he breathed in the crispness of the countryside. It was cold here. But it was cold in London, so it wasn't that different. He honestly hated traveling for the sake of the company.

He missed London. He missed his flat. He missed being alone.

He hated people.

No one left him alone. It was one party after the other. Crowded. Loud. Ryou hated it. I'm pretty sure I'll always hate people, he thought as he sipped his scotch in a corner. I'm the guest of honor and I'm standing by myself in a corner, he bitterly observed. I could just slip and no one would notice…..

Stepping on the chilly balcony, the party noise became slightly muted behind the wide French doors. A few people were milling about here, but Ryou wasn't annoyed. They weren't talking, or screeching, like the rest of the obnoxious partygoers. A man in a suit leaned on the balcony, quietly speaking into his stylish cell phone. Ryou couldn't help but overhear.

"Ah, Bakura, quit your whining. Two weeks! For two whole weeks you get to enjoy the sun and relax- then you'll be back in London. I've got another job for you too, so don't brood too much." He listened to an obviously clipping answer and flinched. "Listen, we always send you on dead-end trips to get you to relax. Your next job, though, is to investigate a peculiar young man. He's quite adorable."

Ryou began to wander back to the party, not catching the last words the man spoke.

"The name? You'll recognize it. Ryou Bakura."


Bakura exhaled, annoyed, as he ended the call with his boss. Ryou Bakura? Isn't he a new writer in London or something? He frowned as he tried to remember. Marik was going on about him a while ago...didn't he write some story about angels and demons or something? No….it was about…death…Right up his alley. He rubbed his forehead and started packing. He was going back to London tomorrow, 11 days early. The writer was a total bluff, and Bakura was sure that he would never go outside again in the sunlight.


Ryou finally left the party. Another "honorary party celebrating his writing genius". What a waste of time. He laid back on the grass and stared at the stars. He was at least happy with his accommodations, provided by the company. A small, clean house that was open and practically bare, in the middle of the countryside, alone.

He was going back to London tomorrow. He looked thoughtfully at the beautiful constellations and thought. Thought about meeting the perfect person. I'm not even sure if I'm capable of love, or even meeting someone who loves me for who I am. He though darkly.

He closed his eyes.

And he dreamed.


Well that was a short chapter, wasn't it? First chapters always are hard. *dies*

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