Most of the teenagers in Domino City have very little to worry about. Passing exams, homework, which girl fancies which boy, which boy thinks which girl is fit, that sort of thing.
I don't really worry about these things, I do well in school and always get my homework finished well before the deadlines. As for the "which girl fancies which boy" issue, apparently most of them have crushes on me! That doesn't really worry me though, I'm not actually interested in girls.
In fact, some of the boys seem to have a thing for me too! But none of them capture my attention.
No, I don't really seem to worry about the usual teenage issues. I have something much worse to worry about.
His name is Bakura.
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Ryou woke, thunder clashing outside and rain hammering his window in an endless assault. The glowing red numbers of his alarm clock cast an eerie, red glow on his pale skin. Ryou glanced over at the clock. 3:37am.
Pushing his pale bangs from his large, chocolate brown eyes and knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to return to sleep, he untangled himself from the sheets and rose from the bed.
Passing Bakura's room, he noticed the empty bed. Bakura was still out.
Ryou shook his head, his soft white hair swishing from side to side and continued down the hall. He ignored the constant creaking of the old staircase and headed to the kitchen. He filled a small glass with water and sipped at it, his thoughts occasionally drifting to Bakura, wondering what he could be doing so late and in such a storm.
He finsihed his water and left the kitchen, flicking the lights off as he passed. He sat on the pale blue sofa and picked up the novel, for his english literature class, that he'd been neglecting to read.
'IT is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the...'
Ryou dropped the book as the front door burst open. Bakura stepped into the house, hair and clothing soaked to the bone and an insane grin on his face. In his hand he clutched a large, silver dagger. It was custom made, with Diabound, the spirit monster Bakura had used in Egypt when he had attmpted to dominate the world and destroy the Pharoah, engraved in the hilt. Ryou had given it to him as a gift, however, Bakura didn't know that, he had woken one morning with it lying next to his head in a velvet lined box.
Bakura's hair and clothes were soaked in blood, as was the dagger.
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You remember me saying I had worse things to worry about than other teenagers? Well, that wasn't completely true.
True, none of the other teenagers had to worry about a darker half of themselves coming back in the middle of the night, drenched in blood.
It was the part where I said none of the boy's captured my attention that wasn't entirely true.
Bakura captures my attention.
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okay, so that was a short chapter ^^;
sorry, the next will be longer, I just thought that sounded like a good place to stop :) Besides, it is quarter past four in the morning. (I guess my name does fit me XD)