Hi THis is another story by me, Kate Ryou!
This one is told entirally from Bakura's and Yami Bakura's point of view. I hope you enjoy.
Diclaimer as read by Yami Bakura: Foolish Mortal! Kate Doesn't own anything that is yugioh!
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::Bakura sat up in his bed. Sweat pouring down his face. He had awoken from one of his nightmares. He grabbed the closest thing to him and tossed it across the room. He looked at what he tossed and it was his alarm clock. It had shattered on impact. He glared at the gold ring that sat on his nightstand:: Why do you have to torture me so?::A voice replied in the back of his head. It was almost taughting in sound. It replied to his question:: Because you will never be able to escape. I will always be here. ::Bakura held his face in his hands as the evil spirit of the ring talked to him through the link they shared. Tears flooded from his eyes as the voice that sounded pure evil continued:: Your just weak. Thats why I will always be here. Your to easy to overpower.
::With that he looked up. He was no longer crying. As a matter of fact it didn't even look like he had been at all. Thats because the spirit had overpowered him again. The spirit was now in control of the boy's body. He stood and looked around the room. He was glad the boys father was a heavy sleeper. He grabbed the robe that hung on the closet door and put it on. He slipped on slippers and walked out of the room. He wandered the dark and empty hallways like he did in the dark tombs of Anceint Eygpt that he robbed. He felt at peace with himself for the first time in a long time:: The mortals of this time are not easily scared like the ones back then. Pitiful Mortals.
::The evil spirit's hand hits something. He caught it before it hit the floor. It happened to be an old vase. He sat it back on the table it was set on. Knowing that it wasn't worth anything he didn't feel like taking it. He continued walking down the dark hallway::
::His feet hit the floor soft and carefully, as if one wrong step would set off a booby trap. A smile appeared as he walked. He still had the skill even after 5,000 years. He made no sound as he crept along the halls. He came to a staircase. He didn't trip or stumble when he discovered a sudden dip in the floor. He went down the stairs with his right hand lightly touching the railing. He came to a step that creeked when he put his weight on his left foot. He brought it back up as quick as lightning. His chocolate brown eyes scanned his surrounding area for any movement. A sigh of relief escaped him as he noticed that no one was coming. He glared down at the step:: Why do you have to be made of wood? Whatever happened to good old reliable limestone bricks? ::He asked to the darkness around him::
::The spirit avoided the step and continued to head down the staircase. His feet finally hit level ground. He quickly scanned the area of darkness. His eyes were adjusted to the darkness by this time. He saw Bakura's white cat, Yoh, run by him and head upstairs. He heard the one board creek:: Foolish cat. Why did the boy have to get it? ::He headed toward the livingroom area. He still imagined himself back in Anceint Eygpt. He stopped, thinking he heard footsteps. He listened only to hear the normal sounds made by a modern home. Realizing that there was nobody there he headed into the livingroom. He heard the footsteps again, but it to late to do anything to the person. The guy hit him over the head with the vase he saved earlier. He was knocked out cold::
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Did you guys enjoy the fist chapter? Please review. If I get atleast 2 reviews then I'll update. Is that ok with everyone?
Cya next chappie.
This one is told entirally from Bakura's and Yami Bakura's point of view. I hope you enjoy.
Diclaimer as read by Yami Bakura: Foolish Mortal! Kate Doesn't own anything that is yugioh!
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::Bakura sat up in his bed. Sweat pouring down his face. He had awoken from one of his nightmares. He grabbed the closest thing to him and tossed it across the room. He looked at what he tossed and it was his alarm clock. It had shattered on impact. He glared at the gold ring that sat on his nightstand:: Why do you have to torture me so?::A voice replied in the back of his head. It was almost taughting in sound. It replied to his question:: Because you will never be able to escape. I will always be here. ::Bakura held his face in his hands as the evil spirit of the ring talked to him through the link they shared. Tears flooded from his eyes as the voice that sounded pure evil continued:: Your just weak. Thats why I will always be here. Your to easy to overpower.
::With that he looked up. He was no longer crying. As a matter of fact it didn't even look like he had been at all. Thats because the spirit had overpowered him again. The spirit was now in control of the boy's body. He stood and looked around the room. He was glad the boys father was a heavy sleeper. He grabbed the robe that hung on the closet door and put it on. He slipped on slippers and walked out of the room. He wandered the dark and empty hallways like he did in the dark tombs of Anceint Eygpt that he robbed. He felt at peace with himself for the first time in a long time:: The mortals of this time are not easily scared like the ones back then. Pitiful Mortals.
::The evil spirit's hand hits something. He caught it before it hit the floor. It happened to be an old vase. He sat it back on the table it was set on. Knowing that it wasn't worth anything he didn't feel like taking it. He continued walking down the dark hallway::
::His feet hit the floor soft and carefully, as if one wrong step would set off a booby trap. A smile appeared as he walked. He still had the skill even after 5,000 years. He made no sound as he crept along the halls. He came to a staircase. He didn't trip or stumble when he discovered a sudden dip in the floor. He went down the stairs with his right hand lightly touching the railing. He came to a step that creeked when he put his weight on his left foot. He brought it back up as quick as lightning. His chocolate brown eyes scanned his surrounding area for any movement. A sigh of relief escaped him as he noticed that no one was coming. He glared down at the step:: Why do you have to be made of wood? Whatever happened to good old reliable limestone bricks? ::He asked to the darkness around him::
::The spirit avoided the step and continued to head down the staircase. His feet finally hit level ground. He quickly scanned the area of darkness. His eyes were adjusted to the darkness by this time. He saw Bakura's white cat, Yoh, run by him and head upstairs. He heard the one board creek:: Foolish cat. Why did the boy have to get it? ::He headed toward the livingroom area. He still imagined himself back in Anceint Eygpt. He stopped, thinking he heard footsteps. He listened only to hear the normal sounds made by a modern home. Realizing that there was nobody there he headed into the livingroom. He heard the footsteps again, but it to late to do anything to the person. The guy hit him over the head with the vase he saved earlier. He was knocked out cold::
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Did you guys enjoy the fist chapter? Please review. If I get atleast 2 reviews then I'll update. Is that ok with everyone?
Cya next chappie.