Hello to all who read this. I know I should be working on my other stories but I couldn't help myself. i have like 5 ideas and this is only one, which i decided to post regardless of my other unfinished works. Sorry for anyone who reads them, they'll be updated soon. To everyone (probably a large majority) Thanks for reading this and I hope you enjoy it. This is meant to be BxR fic,. but anything can happen in the world of twisted fangirl writers.
Disclaimer- This is for the WHOLE story. I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH. if I did very bad thing would happen in this world...
Warnings- No warnings for this Chapter.
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Prelude
Some people base their whole lives around finding their real selves; the one thing that makes them special, that makes their lives slightly more than pointless. Some believe that finding this is the most important thing that one could do, and they're right, each and every one of them are right. But, the sad truth is this: they will never find that one thing.
There is just not enough time in their lifespan for them to do so. As I now know, one lifetime is short, barely discernable in the history of time. Eighty, maybe ninety years of life compared to the millennia and hundreds of millennia, which combine into billions of years of that thing, infinite time. Compared to a human's insignificant lifespan…Well, they can't even begin to grasp that amount of time. Not that an individual would ever want to grasp the truth. No one would when I was around; not one will now. Some things just never change.
I myself never found my 'purpose', not while I was within that short time span we call a life. But I was lucky enough to get more, more than anyone should ever have to withstand. Thousands of years back I had the misfortune of pissing the right person off and getting my soul locked away in an ungodly place; an artifact of sorts. Now I don't have a name, maybe I did once, but that was so long ago. I've lost quite a lot, any and everything personal. Memories of people, places, and even simple things like color or feelings, they're all gone now.
It wasn't all that bad; I had my own space, not something anyone but the filthy rich slave-owner had when I was alive, and I was definitely not a filthy rich slave-owner. I was more of the slave. Now, I could have anything I could imagine, the only small catch, there is always one, I couldn't have people. Yes, for that, I would have to wait, wait for someone to release me from this 'soul-room'. I would be released, eventually. And that has happened; finally someone has uncovered and solved my secret. I can hear them coming now to release me.
But that's a story for another time, for now, I have to tell my story, of the manor in which those thousands of years passed; Four thousand actually, as I said, longer than anyone should ever have. After all that time, I still haven't found myself, almost, but not quite. So shall I just tell you how I managed to keep from going mad…or maybe how I failed at just that. It's difficult to tell the line between the two because after so long, they've just faded together.
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Prelude over. please go read thew next part. pretty please? The button wants you to click it...