Disclaimer:- I do not own Bakura Ryou, Yami Bakura, or any other Yu-Gi-Oh! characters in this fanfic. The only character I own is Titania. This is my first fanfic, and it's still in progress, so bear with me. I can't force you to read and review, but if you do, please no flames or vulgarity. Thank you!
Chapter One:-
It was a beautiful and sunny afternoon at Kyoto. Everyone seemed to enjoy it despite the fact that it was kind of cold out. Summer was almost at its beginning; spring was almost at its end. Students were impatiently waiting for the long periods of time at school to be conquered by the fresh, hot days of summer and beaches. One student wasn't too happy about it on the other hand. Bakura Ryou had always been sick each and every summer. The illness would constantly be the normal, same common cold, but as a reason why he has them throughout the summer; it's unknown. With the right medicine, his colds would be able to dissolve away within about three days, but with the right bacteria, the cold would come back again. The only time it would permanently quit was when winter began. And the most peculiar thing about it was that this was not an issue until he had received the Millennium Ring from his father. He sulked back to his apartment complex right after school had ended and hung his coat on the coat hanger.
He enjoyed his new apartment complex here in Kyoto a whole lot better than the previous one back in Domino City. For once, it was cheaper. For second, he didn't have to place his coat on the doorknob and worry about it falling silently and either getting it wrinkled or people opening the door while it got stuck. Like people ever visited him at all. Ever since he bonded with the ring, he had been a loner. His father was always out of town to fulfill his job as an archeologist, and his older sister Amane was never around at all. She was killed in a car accident. The whereabouts of his mother was unknown, so Bakura was always alone. He had even thought about dropping out of high school because of reasons he did not want to express to other people and in turn keeping their own distance from him. He hated being alone, but he decided soon that it was the only way to keep people alive.
The friends that he had known fell into comas, and some of them even died…and he blamed himself for these deaths. He was aware that an alter ego has lived inside of his vessel for a long time now, but he couldn't just live with the guilt. So, he moved on to Kyoto and declared that he would stay hidden throughout his entire life. Just then, a distant cry was heard from the outside. Bakura panicked and rushed out to see what the matter was.
"STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU SICK BASTARDS!"
It sounded like a female's voice, and it boomed in the distance. Bakura began to sprint forward, trying to track down the destination of the troubled woman. He had stopped near a bar and looked to his right. A group of dirty thugs was abusing her. As they took a break, possibly admiring her misery, the bruised up young woman gazed up at Bakura and mouthed something to him. She was too weak to speak, and Bakura wasn't very good at reading silent lips, but he was sure she was saying the word help. Suddenly, Bakura's mouth seemed like it had a mind of its own.
"You pathetic mortals! Leave the girl alone and pick on someone your own size and status!"
I'll take it from here, Ryou Bakura. Relax. Sleep…
A light blinded the disgusting, low life thugs as Bakura slowly transformed into his alter ego, Yami Bakura. The ring of gold pulled its way out of his shirt and the eye of the necklace shot a beam of light. It merged into four beams and each one shot through the bodies of the thugs. The last words they had heard were:
"I hope you'll enjoy the depths of the darkness because that will be your eternal Hell!"
In a matter of minutes, the lifeless bodies fell to the ground and they vanished into the thick air. The woman, who had seen everything, only lost some of her tension, but when she gazed upon the unknown shadow that was walking toward her, her heart began to pound so loudly that you could hear it a mile away. Disguised in the darkness, Yami Bakura retreated back into the ring and let his host be in control. "Hello there. Are you feeling okay?" When the woman saw that his chocolate eyes were gentle and his smile was as playful as a young child's, her tense self disappeared rapidly. "Uh…sure. Yeah." She smiled back, but it wasn't as happy as Bakura's. He held out his hand to her and offered her a place to stay for the night. "Oh. No. I couldn't." She blushed slightly. As long as his Yami did not try to interfere, then Bakura would be successful in keeping his current lifestyle a secret.
"No. I insist. You look tired. Come on. You can't be going back home by yourself, especially after what happened. I'll help you feel better."
"Look, you're very sweet and all, but I can take care of myself."
Bakura smiled and took out his hand once again. "If that is the case, you could have taken better care of those thugs."
The young woman's eyes widened and tears welled up in them. She smiled and quickly embraced his hand. He took her back to his apartment.
"Come and sleep over here, Miss…uh…" Bakura felt stupid now that he had never even asked her for her name. "Titania," she finished as she placed the blue ice pack on her head where her most irritating pain sat and rested herself on the couch.
"Is that comfortable or do you want to sleep on my bed?"
"It's very comfortable. It comes closer as a bed than a couch."
Bakura laughed. "I'm Bakura Ryou. It's very nice to meet you." Instead of taking his hand to shake it, Titania rubbed the back of her hand against his right cheek to show her appreciation. "Thank you for saving me back there, Bakura. I really enjoy your company and your hospitality." He took a step back, but he couldn't help but blush. "I have to make a quick phone call," he informed her as he ran into the kitchen upstairs. Titania took the time to briefly gaze at her comfortable surroundings. It was not long before she turned to her side and sunk her head deep into the pillow of the couch and drifted slowly to sleep.
