I decided I wanted to write a slight prologue to Little Star. But about Ryou Bakura.
So, enjoy.
You actually do not have to be reading Little Star to understand.
Disclaimer: I do not know every detail about Ryou Bakura's life. Some is speculation amongst fans, some are facts, and some events are made to fit the story as to how I want it.
Starlight
"The high destiny of the individual is to serve rather than to rule" Albert Einstein
The bells were chiming, and in a small bare apartment, a boy looked up and cast his gaze to the single window in his room. The window was opened a little bit, as it had been a lovely autumn day. The boy realized that he would definitely miss the bells and their merry chimes. He silently counted them, until it hit twelve, and he gave a soft sigh.
Midnight.
It was a dreadful hour to the boy. Many painful memories had taken place at midnight. Usually he tried to be asleep by eleven at the very latest. But tonight, was his last night, in a place he called home. Even if it didn't really feel like home anymore.
Once the bells final chimes had cleared the night, his soft brown eyes scanned the bare room. Only the furniture was left. Everything else that he owned were in boxes and suitcases, neatly aligned next to the door. He had spent the majority of his week packing away the little possessions, tossing old school work, out grown clothes, and anything else that wasn't necessary to pack.
He finally stood up to his full height, stretching as he remembered one last thing that had to be packed away. His Role Playing Game. Monster World.
Sadly, he shuffled out of his bed room and across the hall to another room that he had dedicated to his games. He had built shelves, a table, and searched the town for cheap furniture to lay his many figurines. He needed the table to hold the game board, and had spent many hours building and painting his world.
There were fond memories, he certainly liked sitting by himself with a little bit of music playing in the background quietly, as he designed and built new figurines to put in the game, or arranging game pieces. He supposed, those were the only times he felt content.
Unfortunately, there were just too many horrible memories that went along with this room.
Pulling a few boxes in, he carefully began to take down the game and set it in the boxes, making sure they were well padded or that no pieces would break during the move. Next, he packed the miniatures, his most prized ones going in their own box of course.
"We've certainly had some fun in this room. Haven't we landlord?" a voice whispered into his ear. The boy swallowed, not bothering to reply to the voice, as he took out a marker and began to scribble "Monster World" onto them, so that way he knew where they were. Four boxes total. He took out a notepad and wrote down that information. The notepad had all of his belongings written down so that way if something went wrong in his move, then he could know and possibly report it. Then again, he was rarely assertive, would a box of nothing really be worth such a fuss?
Sighing some more, he sat in his usual chair, surveying the empty room and looked up at the clock. It was three in the morning. Tiredly, he slipped his brown eyes shut, thinking about the time when it all had gone wrong.
And that was the prologue
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