Destined
Plot bunny adopted from Cheysuli on aff: "Ryou isn't even human. He's not even from this realm but a 'Realm Beyond the Shadows' Bakura/Ryou"
Warnings: AU, Yaoi (male/male), OOCness (of Yami no Bakura at least XD), unbetaed.
Summary: Ryou Bakura is different. Brought up in England, he leaves for Japan on a whim after his father disappears in Egypt. He receives the Millennium Ring and its dark secret with his father's last correspondence. He begins to suspect the ring's power and in his fight against the spirit, secrets of his own past begin to emerge.
Prologue
A box dropped onto the mat just inside the door. A slim teenage boy all but flew out of the kitchen, a piece of buttered toast between his lips, almost tripping over himself in his eagerness to reach the parcel. He crouched down to examine the box more closely. The post marks and stamps indicated that this box had travelled from Egypt. When this dawned upon the boy, a grin spread across his pale face and he tore into the package. Shoving his hands inside, he felt something cold against his fingers. Lifting out the shape, he discovered that it was a ring. There was an odd emblem of an eye emblazoned in the centre and the outer circle was fixed with strange arrow shapes. He bit his lip and looked closer, swearing that the metal was heating up under his fingertips. It looked to be made entirely of gold.
Turning back to the box, he discovered a letter lying where the ring had been. Hesitantly, he opened it, leaving the ring settled in his lap.
My dearest Ryou,
Ryou blinked back tears. His father did not write often – preferring to call when it was possible. It was not often possible, and he had received no call for almost three weeks. He had an unnerving sense in his gut that something was not right.
I found this on the dig, in a tomb. I have allowed no-one else to see it. I feel in my heart that this should belong to you, Ryou. It was perhaps incorrect of me to send it without declaring my find, but...
Ryou looked down at the golden object in his lap. It made him feel a strange quivering in his stomach and he was sure that the metal was getting hotter. What was it?
I have little time to write, so I will say only this: Take good care of it and take better care of yourself Ryou.
Your loving father.
His lower lip trembled. His father's job took him away from home far more than Ryou would like. He always made sure that Ryou had enough money to survive, he didn't want for anything, except to spend time with his father.
Clutching the letter and the ring to his heart, he dejectedly shuffled back into the kitchen, wondering if it was worth calling his father's mobile to talk. Feeling heart-breaking loneliness wash through him, he decided that it was worth not eating for a week to pay for the call.
He picked up the phone and dialled the memorised number.
Ring, ring, ring...
There was no answer. Worry tightened into a knot in his stomach. There had never been a time when his father had not answered the phone. Biting his lip, he placed the letter and the ring on the counter top.
On the reverse of the letter, he noticed further writing.
A name, an address, and a telephone number.
Sogoroku Motou, Japan.
Hesitantly, Ryou dialled the strange number, wondering what kind of an answer he would get.
"Moshi moshi, Motou Yugi speaking!"
Was the cheerful Japanese answer. Ryou swallowed the lump in his throat and reached into his head for the Japanese he'd been taught.
"I am R-Un.. Bakura Ryou. May I speak to Motou Sogoroku-san?"
"Hai, one moment please." There was brief silence, before "GRANDPA!!!!! PHONE!"
Ryou found himself smothering a smile.
"Motou Sogoroku. Who is this?"
"My name is Bakura Ryou. I got this number from the back of a letter my father sent."
"I do not know any Bakuras."
"Oh, I'm sorry, his name isn't Bakura. He is McFarin Christian. Please, I can't get through to him. Do you know him?"
"Ah, Christian! He and I met years ago in Egypt! Wonderful young man! Such enthusiasm! He was keeping me updated on his current dig, but I haven't heard from him in almost a month. It's good to hear that he's still OK."
"Well you see, I'm not sure that he is.."
"Why's that son? I'm sure he's just busy."
The reply was too fast for Ryou to swallow. Something twitched in the back of his mind. He knows something.
"I'm sure you're right. I'm sorry for bothering you."
"Not a problem."
Dial tone.
Ryou stared at the phone. He glanced at the address on the letter. He had a lot of things to sort out.
Two weeks later saw Ryou standing in Heathrow airport checking in his small suitcase. The ring hung, heavy and reassuring against his chest on a leather thong. He smiled faintly as he handed over his passport to the official.
"Flight number TYO3455 to Tokyo is now boarding."
Ryou took the smallest of glances back as he made his way through the airport. Sogoroku Motou knew something. And Ryou was going to find out what.
A/N: in the phone conversation, I had the say the names with family name first to show the language change. I also picked a number at random for the flight number.