Well, I look to my past fiction and I cringe. Horribly. What was I thinking?! D:
Anywho, this is sort of the sequel to that. Not really, only because I want nothing to do with that fic now. But hey, people liked it…
-pumps fists!- But after almost a year of not writing, I have a dream out of nowhere. And hence; this idea for the plot! I have it all figured out, unlike my other fiction.
As you can tell, I loathe that thing right now XD;
-coughs- I'll stop rambling now and get onto the main idea.
Disclaimer- Yuugiou is owned by Kazuki Takahashi. Not me.
Warnings- Hints of shounen-ai, rape, and violence. I hope this won't offend anyone, and I hope a plot similar to this hasn't been done before!
Chapter One:
I walk down the alleyway. Oh the drowsiness. It's finally getting to me. I love you my...
A blur of brown, blue, black, green. I can't reach my soul.
I gasp. Laughing in the background. Twisted; coiled in myself as I lie motionless on the hard ground.
Taunting.
"You drunken whore. A good one at that too, right--"
I've completely lost touch with myself now.
Ryou sighed as he looked out into the darkness of his front yard.
"He's been gone for more than five hours. All he did was went shopping with Malik!" Ryou said to himself.
Finally, he gave up gazing at the star-lit sky and laid on the couch. While turning on the television, he gasped as he felt a surge of pain fuse with his body.
He clenched his waist as he fell onto the floor, curling up into a fetal position.
"Ba--Bakura…" Ryou uttered as he stumbled to get off the floor.
Something had to be wrong. Never had he felt like this before. All of the excruciating pain was all too much for him. With a rush of strength, he conjured up the courage and the thoughts of Bakura being injured. He then got on his long black coat and ran off into the night.
Ryou hugged himself tightly, thinking of yesterday when Bakura had bought him that jacket.
Through the faintly lighted streets of Domino, Japan, ran Ryou Bakura. If you happened to look out your window as he was running by, you'd think he was a ghost. A streak of silvery-white and a glimpse of gold flickered.
Ryou tried to contact his darker half with the powers of his Sennen Ring. No such luck.
Thinking of just giving up, Ryou stopped in front of a phone booth.
Maybe Bakura was with Malik still! He just had to be.
Inside his heart, Ryou just wanted to throw back his head and laugh to no end.
No way in hell was his manipulative, darker self in any shape or form of trouble! He smiled a bit and dialed the Ishtar's home phone number.
"Hello?" It was Marik, Malik's other self created by the hatred of an ancient Pharaoh.
"Marik!" Ryou exclaimed. "Tell Bakura that--" he got cut off.
"Bakura? Ryou, he and Malik came back here over five hours ago. I would bet he would have been home around then. It is past 12 AM."
The phone hung down from the foundation of which it was hooked too; dangling in the air.
"Ryou? Are you okay?" Marik asked with much concern.
On his knees, he quietly answered to himself, "No. I'm not okay."
Yeah, that's pretty short, I know. But I wrote chapter two already! On the same day So once I get that ready to fire, it shall be put on here.
11.9.04