A Sweet Voice- Chapter 1 "The Emptiness"
Hi! Just to keep it short, this story is based around the Kura and Amane short comics in my Tumblr page. This is a work-in-progress right now, so you're welcome to Beta it. I'm fairly new to writing, but I still hope you guys enjoy it!
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…. A dark void.
That's all there is. Yet, in the center of it all, there laid a man with a red robe floating in an empty world of pure black.
What was he doing?
What was the last thing he remembered?
Pieces of memories began to form around the empty vessel of flesh:
Sand…sand forming from his nails as his body began to disintegrate into little particles of rock…a voice deep within the shadows laughing at the unfortunate soul of dust.
The Thief King opened his eyes and his body began to glow. As he tried to recollect his thoughts, Bakura looked around the darkness. His body started to tremble not out of fear, but because his body demanded it. His shaken hand began to rise and covered the man's mouth. The thief finally managed to speak his first words,
"…I lost."
An odd grin spread across his face, tears begun to fall from his bright amethyst eyes.
The souls of his people that had been trapped in the Millennium Items have been finally put to rest. They were now free, yet something in his soul still clutched for the blood of the Pharaoh. The itchiness, the Tick that has been guiding and influencing the thief to his obsession…was still there. Whispering thoughts and hellish screams still lingered inside him. Soon the Gods will judge his soul, and with this creature sharing part of him will result in his demise.
A door of light opens.
A large being came out of the massive beam of light. Its face could not be distinguished nor looked at, but its arms has extended in front of Bakura as it opened one of his hands in front of the thief's chest. Bakura couldn't move or even process what was happening. A swirl of shadows began to form around the being's palm as it's been exported out of Bakura's. A black flame floated in front of the thief and had taken form of that of a soul. Yet, its colorless features and odd blotches of black surrounding it, made it unrecognizable. So that's my soul, I suppose, the thief thought, as he tried to make sense out of everything that was happening. Thought it would be bigger, since I did made a large mess of everything really, he shrugs (or at least in his mind he did, since his body was unable to move). The god that stood before him observed this odd tainted soul in his hands. Soon, the god pointed at the soul as its hand began to turn white.
…. The god began to rip the soul apart.
Bakura has finally regained control of his body, but wished he didn't. Every time the god striped away a piece of his dark soul, was a stab in the chest for Bakura. One by one, the hand dug deep within the soul of Bakura as it craved to find something of worth. A voice deep within his body took hold, ordering the god to stop; an inhuman voice, a voice that was owned from a creature born from Darkness itself. And as the soul began to shrink, the voice receded as well.
"STOP IT! Stop…"
Bakura's voice finally took control of his body. Yet, it was the only thing he managed to do, as his body has become weak and his eyes shut closed.
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Even in the dark, Bakura could see a light from his closed eyes. As he tried to open them, what he saw is a portion of his soul that had been left by the god. It was small, much smaller than pebble, yet it glew beautifully in white flames.
"That's…mine?" asked Bakura as he stared at the weak light in front of him. His hands extended towards it, holding it with care onto his chest. The door grew, as its light began to cover the void in white. Suddenly, Bakura realized that the door wasn't getting bigger. Instead, it was taking him in.
He couldn't feel anything, neither pain nor voices influencing to keep forward. He could not feel the darkness of his heart anymore. And as the light consumed the thief, he gave one last word before leaving the Darkness,
"You lost…"