My feet brushed lightly against the dewy grass as I walked through Domino City Park. I inhaled the crisp morning air, sighed, and watched the tendrils of my breath waft upwards.
It had long been a habit of mine to wake myself up with a short morning walk every day. The chill crept into my body slowly, causing me to become more alert to my surroundings. The cold began to seep down, causing me to sneeze. Pulling my jacket closer, I continued my trek down the worn pathway.
I grinned in spite of the current icy conditions. The sun had just began to peak over the tops of the buildings, and the sky was a lovely mix of bright, cheerful colours. Watching the sunrise was another reason I forced myself out of bed this early.
Suddenly, a glint caught my eye. I was torn between two options: Give in to my curiosity and check what had reflected the light, or obey my common sense and just ignore it. Unfortunately for me, I was a little too cat-like for my own good, and I was never really one to listen to that little nagging voice in the back of my mind.
The object came into my view as I walked closer. I picked it up, turning the golden ring over in my hands. The spines chimed together, and the morning sunlight reflected back into my eyes. I pressed my fingertips lightly to my eyelids as an attempt to clear the spots from my vision.
When they fluttered open again, the scenery around me had changed. Despite the fact that I had just been in a rapidly illuminating clearing, I was currently in a small, dimly lit room.
The walls were made of rough stones which were, as far as could tell, each cut by hand. There was no furnishing, save for a desk, with several expensive-looking pieces of jewelry sitting on it, and a bed. The bed was the most intriguing; there was someone sleeping in it.
Now, as I had said before, I generally didn't follow what my common sense told me. So, instead of acting like a sane person and attempting an escape from the room, I decided to go over and examine the sleeping figure a little more closely.
The man's skin was darkly tanned, except for three intersecting slashes on his right cheek. He was clothed in a light cotton robe that revealed the perfect muscles of his chest. He breathed in and out lightly, and I watched a lock of sun-bleached white hair shift slightly every time the air hit.
I reached out towards him, intent on brushing the strand away from his face. My fingertips brushed the man's cheek… and then his eyes snapped open.
This chapter is dedicated to Bakura's Gaurdian Angel because she gave me an awesome review, and got me back into (re)writing this fanfic.