TR: Okay, surprise, surprise. This is a sequel to "Falling Forward" I
just thought of this while daydreaming in class hehe '' of course I was
bored, so it came to me. Anyways, as always I hope you enjoy one as you did
with "FF"
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO
Chapter 1: Unsuspecting, yet a familiar visitor
Bakura's P.o.V
He watched as the boys' father swing his fist at his son. The six year old, white-haired boy flinched and slid out of the way, but was caught by the ankle and thrown across the dusty floor. The boy was wearing a ripped up, sleeveless robe, and his father a whole robe, both tan. He wanted to help him. His shouting or movement didn't seem to be seen nor heard as the father beat on his son more violently each time. The father would not stop, even at pleads of the young one. The boy begged and whined as each blow came into contact with his body. The dreamer screamed as a last resort. "STOP!!!"
Bakura sat up in his bed, shouting "no!" He was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. He looked around his dark room. Lighting flashed and thunder crackled outside the window. Bakura flinched a bit. He was shaking, but got out of bed to walk around. This calmed him down. He had been having dreams about his past lately and was really confused him because they had never bothered him before. The bedroom door opened and someone peeked in. "who is it?" He demanded.
The shadowy figure walked in and turned on the lights. Bakura closed his eyes quickly and then squinted to see Ryou. He sighed and sat on the bed. "What?" He asked his aibou. He heard Ryou swallow before answering. "Are you okay?" he asked. Bakura closed his eyes to consider a good answer. "It was only a dream," he replied. He heard the door open again. It was Zora. She walked over next to Ryou. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yes," he replied again. Ryou sat next him. "They're about your past, aren't they?" 'shit, he found out,' Bakura thought to himself. "How did you know?" he tried the question.
"Well, you were yelling and shouting, and-"Ryou stopped. "And what?" Bakura urged him on. "And you said 'father', that's how I sort of knew." "Oh." Bakura felt slightly embarrassed. He had never shouted to himself outside a dream, and well, he felt a bit weak. Bakura shrugged the thought off and guessed it was normal. "I'm ok now," he said. The mortals before him smiled lightly and bided him goodnight. "Ok, see you in the morning." They exited his room and turned off the light.
Bakura sighed laid back on his back. He eyed the clock on the dresser. It was three o' clock in the morning. He thought he should go back to sleep, but in the first place he did mean to fall asleep, he just dozed off. Bakura decided to stay awake until Ryou and Zora woke up again.
Normal P.o.V- (well Bakura's until the mortals' return. lol! )
Ryou and Zora went to school and Bakura lazed around the house. He had somehow fallen asleep and woke up late. All day he either sat on the couch for a while or walked around the aimlessly; thinking about his dreams and why did they depict his past. 'Are they trying to show me something?' he thought, 'or warning me of trouble, am I doing something wrong, something I shouldn't be?' For some bloody reason it bothered him. He shook the thoughts away. His aibou and friend would be home soon. 'Maybe...No, they would know anything or understand it.'
The front door opened and Ryou entered with Zora following behind him. All the negative feeling went away and he started his daily ritual of torturing Zora. "We're home," said Ryou. Bakura had hid behind the door and jumped out, tackling Zora to the ground. "Hey, get off!!!" she screamed. He had her arms twisted behind her back. She struggled and got out of the trap. "You ruin all the fun." He put on a pout and walked into hall. "I'm going to start my homework," said Ryou. "I've gotten my homework done already." Zora smiled.
"Okay, I'll be in my room," said Ryou and he disappeared to his room. Bakura was in a deep thought. What did dreams matter to him anyways. The thoughts consumed every ounce of content, satisfaction. What did he want? Nothing that's what, but it irked him even more to think more of it. Bakura looked out into the living room. Zora was sitting on the couch, dozing off. His eyes flicked back to the ground when she looked his way. Bakura growled to himself and wandered to his room.
Later that night, they were in the living room relaxing. Ryou was working on his TRGP (Table Role playing) creating a new scenario; Zora was reading a book and Bakura was in the kitchen; just sitting in a chair. And he was still thinking, couldn't get them off his mind. He stood up and walked around. Why? Why won't they leave him alone! He lost it. Bakura swung his hand and pushed the dishes drying in a rack off the counter. At the instant of the crash, he fell to his knees and banged his fists on the ground. "Leave me alone!" He yelled. Then he felt arms embrace him.
Bakura looked up and saw Ryou looking over him with a very worried expression, and Zora was at her knees and had her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head sideways on her lap; crying out. "They won't leave me alone," "What do you mean Bakura?" asked Ryou. "The dreams," he replied. He sat there being held by Zora, then she spoke, "they're only dreams right?" Bakura looked up at her. He blinked and shook his head.
"Yes they are," he said. "And I shouldn't let them get to me." He got up and stood there. "I'm going to my room," he announced. As he passed Ryou there was a flash of bright light. The next thing he knew, Bakura was on the ground and so was Ryou Zora ran to their side and woke them up. When they got up, they all saw in front of them. There was a little boy with short, spiky white hair. He looked the age of seven years and was wearing a light tan, ripped dress. (I hope you all know what he's wearing) Bakura, Ryou and Zora walked toward him. "he looks like you guys," she said.
And she was right. The little boy looked just like Ryou and Bakura, but had Bakura's piercing eyes. He looked frightened by the close visitors, and ran behind Zora. Zora turned around. The boy looked at her cautiously and then wanted to be picked up. She picked him and he wrapped his arms around her neck, snuggling his head against her chest.. Bakura was curious of who the boy was, because he was from his dream. The little boy looked at Ryou and Bakura, then to Zora.
"Amana?"
TR: Well that's chapter one I hope you like it, it'll get better as the story goes along...Anyways I bet you're wondering of what this story is about...you'll in time...
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO
Chapter 1: Unsuspecting, yet a familiar visitor
Bakura's P.o.V
He watched as the boys' father swing his fist at his son. The six year old, white-haired boy flinched and slid out of the way, but was caught by the ankle and thrown across the dusty floor. The boy was wearing a ripped up, sleeveless robe, and his father a whole robe, both tan. He wanted to help him. His shouting or movement didn't seem to be seen nor heard as the father beat on his son more violently each time. The father would not stop, even at pleads of the young one. The boy begged and whined as each blow came into contact with his body. The dreamer screamed as a last resort. "STOP!!!"
Bakura sat up in his bed, shouting "no!" He was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. He looked around his dark room. Lighting flashed and thunder crackled outside the window. Bakura flinched a bit. He was shaking, but got out of bed to walk around. This calmed him down. He had been having dreams about his past lately and was really confused him because they had never bothered him before. The bedroom door opened and someone peeked in. "who is it?" He demanded.
The shadowy figure walked in and turned on the lights. Bakura closed his eyes quickly and then squinted to see Ryou. He sighed and sat on the bed. "What?" He asked his aibou. He heard Ryou swallow before answering. "Are you okay?" he asked. Bakura closed his eyes to consider a good answer. "It was only a dream," he replied. He heard the door open again. It was Zora. She walked over next to Ryou. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yes," he replied again. Ryou sat next him. "They're about your past, aren't they?" 'shit, he found out,' Bakura thought to himself. "How did you know?" he tried the question.
"Well, you were yelling and shouting, and-"Ryou stopped. "And what?" Bakura urged him on. "And you said 'father', that's how I sort of knew." "Oh." Bakura felt slightly embarrassed. He had never shouted to himself outside a dream, and well, he felt a bit weak. Bakura shrugged the thought off and guessed it was normal. "I'm ok now," he said. The mortals before him smiled lightly and bided him goodnight. "Ok, see you in the morning." They exited his room and turned off the light.
Bakura sighed laid back on his back. He eyed the clock on the dresser. It was three o' clock in the morning. He thought he should go back to sleep, but in the first place he did mean to fall asleep, he just dozed off. Bakura decided to stay awake until Ryou and Zora woke up again.
Normal P.o.V- (well Bakura's until the mortals' return. lol! )
Ryou and Zora went to school and Bakura lazed around the house. He had somehow fallen asleep and woke up late. All day he either sat on the couch for a while or walked around the aimlessly; thinking about his dreams and why did they depict his past. 'Are they trying to show me something?' he thought, 'or warning me of trouble, am I doing something wrong, something I shouldn't be?' For some bloody reason it bothered him. He shook the thoughts away. His aibou and friend would be home soon. 'Maybe...No, they would know anything or understand it.'
The front door opened and Ryou entered with Zora following behind him. All the negative feeling went away and he started his daily ritual of torturing Zora. "We're home," said Ryou. Bakura had hid behind the door and jumped out, tackling Zora to the ground. "Hey, get off!!!" she screamed. He had her arms twisted behind her back. She struggled and got out of the trap. "You ruin all the fun." He put on a pout and walked into hall. "I'm going to start my homework," said Ryou. "I've gotten my homework done already." Zora smiled.
"Okay, I'll be in my room," said Ryou and he disappeared to his room. Bakura was in a deep thought. What did dreams matter to him anyways. The thoughts consumed every ounce of content, satisfaction. What did he want? Nothing that's what, but it irked him even more to think more of it. Bakura looked out into the living room. Zora was sitting on the couch, dozing off. His eyes flicked back to the ground when she looked his way. Bakura growled to himself and wandered to his room.
Later that night, they were in the living room relaxing. Ryou was working on his TRGP (Table Role playing) creating a new scenario; Zora was reading a book and Bakura was in the kitchen; just sitting in a chair. And he was still thinking, couldn't get them off his mind. He stood up and walked around. Why? Why won't they leave him alone! He lost it. Bakura swung his hand and pushed the dishes drying in a rack off the counter. At the instant of the crash, he fell to his knees and banged his fists on the ground. "Leave me alone!" He yelled. Then he felt arms embrace him.
Bakura looked up and saw Ryou looking over him with a very worried expression, and Zora was at her knees and had her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head sideways on her lap; crying out. "They won't leave me alone," "What do you mean Bakura?" asked Ryou. "The dreams," he replied. He sat there being held by Zora, then she spoke, "they're only dreams right?" Bakura looked up at her. He blinked and shook his head.
"Yes they are," he said. "And I shouldn't let them get to me." He got up and stood there. "I'm going to my room," he announced. As he passed Ryou there was a flash of bright light. The next thing he knew, Bakura was on the ground and so was Ryou Zora ran to their side and woke them up. When they got up, they all saw in front of them. There was a little boy with short, spiky white hair. He looked the age of seven years and was wearing a light tan, ripped dress. (I hope you all know what he's wearing) Bakura, Ryou and Zora walked toward him. "he looks like you guys," she said.
And she was right. The little boy looked just like Ryou and Bakura, but had Bakura's piercing eyes. He looked frightened by the close visitors, and ran behind Zora. Zora turned around. The boy looked at her cautiously and then wanted to be picked up. She picked him and he wrapped his arms around her neck, snuggling his head against her chest.. Bakura was curious of who the boy was, because he was from his dream. The little boy looked at Ryou and Bakura, then to Zora.
"Amana?"
TR: Well that's chapter one I hope you like it, it'll get better as the story goes along...Anyways I bet you're wondering of what this story is about...you'll in time...