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Chapter 1: To Set in Motion
The room was rather bland. It looked like a square if one were to look at it from the doorway; however, if said person walked to the other side of the room and turned around they would notice a rectangular nook to the right of the door. But, like the rest of the room, this area was deprived of any creative or personal blemish. The walls were a light blue that, at a glance, appeared white. No pictures on the walls, no toys on the floor. There wasn't even a carpet as a comfort. Only a twin sized bed in the far left corner that was diagonal to the door; directly across from the bed, in the right corner of the room, sat a twelve year old boy.
Even the boy was devoid of color. He was wearing a pale green nightshirt that went down past his knees with striped green pajama pants to match. He had wavy, white hair that barely reached his frail shoulders and soft, brown, doe eyes that would forever give him the look of innocence. His thin arms encircled his legs, which were drawn up against his chest. His hands were clenched together, holding a small, black stone. The boy's head rested on his knees and he would occasionally let out a sob or two. With his shoulders hunched and shaking, he was the image of defeated.
"Why are you sniveling?" a mocking voice sounded from across the room. "Awwww, did someone hurt poor Ry Ry's feelings?"
The boy, Ryou, lifted his head. His face was stained with tear tracks; his eyes and nose were red and puffy. A figure with the boy's features stood leaning, with arms crossed over his chest, against the doorframe to Ryou's soul room. This other boy had white hair that resembled Ryou's, but could never compare. Where Ryou's hair was soft and silky, the boy's hair was snarled and tangled. The ridiculer's eyes were laced with crimson malice. His lips were curved; not in a smile but in a smirk. This boy never smiled.
"N-not now. I d-d-don't wanna talk…" Ryou's voice trailed off as he lost the will to continue his thoughts and he put his head back on his knees.
He let out a gasp as his head was yanked backwards. The other boy had crossed the room and grabbed his light's hair in annoyance. Ryou glanced at his face and looked away, unable to make eye contact with such a cruel glare. His hands never let go of what he was holding.
The other boy was irritated with his pathetic play-thing's attempt to dissuade him. "Wrong answer. I'll ask again. Why are you crying?!" His hand pulled harder on Ryou's hair, bringing fresh tears to the child's eyes.
"Look at me Ryou."
The boy's voice was barely above a whisper. Ryou forced himself to look his other half in the eyes. His own widened in shock.
Instead of the hate he had come to expect, Ryou could only see confusion in his kiseichū's (1) eyes.
"He told me he h-h-hated me." Ryou whimpered. He was trying so hard not to break down. He hated looking weak in front of the malicious spirit. It always made things worse for him…in the long run. That was why the other boy's curiosity had taken him by surprise. Usually the spirit wouldn't take an interest in what happened, usually he'd just add to it. And anyways, shock was easier to deal with than the alternative…
"Of course he did." The other boy's response startled Ryou out of his morbid brooding
"How could he love something as pathetic and insignificant as you? Out of curiosity, which 'he' finally came to his senses?"
Ryou's head bowed and his bottom lip started quivering.
"Was it 'World's Greatest Daddy'?"
Ryou fell apart. He was no longer capable of withholding the torrent of anguish he had tried so hard to stifle. He stood up abruptly, wrenching his head from the spirit's grip, and ran to the bed. The young boy couldn't bear to have the spirit witness his vulnerable state. The stone was now held in his left hand while his right lifted the blanket. He threw himself underneath it in an attempt to escape his darker half's invective.
"Just GO AWAY!!!" Ryou screamed, not even caring about the abuse he was sure his words would bring. His thin, cotton protection was ripped away from his face.
He cringed, waiting for the onslaught.
"Why are you fucking crying Ryou???"
Ryou opened his eyes, still afraid for his safety. The boy hovering over him wasn't the dangerous menace he was expecting. Instead a look of utter bewilderment was painted across the other boy's features. He glanced down at Ryou's hand, the one gripping his possession, but the spirit's eye's just darted back up to Ryou's face.
Ryou opened his mouth, but was unable to speak. Something close to relief kept him mute. Annoyed, the spirit shook his light's shoulders violently.
"Stop being fucking brainless and answer me."
"B-because I'm s-sad! And because y-you're scaring me!" Ryou retorted. The other boy was quickly losing his patience and although Ryou was afraid to anger him any further, he couldn't help the small bubble of frustration at such an obvious question.
"Well, just…shut up. It's pointless and aggravating. You are pitiful enough without adding the waterworks so…just…stop it."
The smaller child nodded, powerless to do anything else, and tried to choke back his tears. He was still startled that his small act of defiance hadn't brought any consequences yet. At first he made little progress which agitated the boy sitting on the bed.
The spirit was at a loss. He could not understand why the boy was so affected by such a measly and puny mortal's opinion. Who needed love anyways?
He watched his miserable excuse of a host struggle with his attempts for a few minutes. How could someone so small hold so much freaking water?? He began running his fingers through Ryou's ivory locks. The child's trembling shoulders started to relax and his sobs soon diminished.
Finally something worked to silence this nuisance!
Ryou, exhausted from the day's events and the intense range of emotions he had experienced, slowly allowed his mind to sink into unconsciousness.
"Thank you spirit." Ryou sighed, drifting off. The boy smirked at his other's weakness.
"You can call me Bakura." Ryou shifted slightly but Bakura continued. "Since I've stolen your body and your dignity, it's only fitting if I steal your name as well."
The child knew better than to object or complain so he merely nodded again and immersed himself in darkness. His last conscious reply echoed throughout the silent room.
"I love you….Bakura"
The now sleeping child was unaware of the events he had set into motion with that simple statement.
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A/N: Not really anything else to say. I did notice that I had a (1) by kiseichū and never actually explained it (hits self in head….multiple times) SORRY!!! It means parasite in Japanese I think, but I'm not entirely sure. It could very well mean princess, pear blossom, or something else just as random.