Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh, I don't own dinosaurs (well, I do own the
purple T-rex). I also own the girl, Kit. I don't own the idea of yokai (I
got that from Inu-Yasha which I don't own either).
Anyway on with the fic!
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Yami Bakura: I was lying awake in my soul room. Next door Ryou was asleep, dreaming about not being able to find his favorite shirt. It didn't matter. I've looked through Ryou's dreams, his hopes, his fears, and his fantasies. Seeing those things gives me a better idea how to control and at times impersonate my hikari. Most of the things are the stuff you would find in anyone's mind, half remembered dreams of books or games, images floating about, no more solid than mist.
One of the dreams was special though, it had happened when Ryou was about five, just before he got the Millenium Ring. Ryou was standing outside of a house in a little town who knows where. It was somewhere neither of us has ever been. Suddenly a roar sounded and a T-rex came out of nowhere, its dark green skin glistening under the full moon. I, no he heard some whimpering and turned around, to see a girl, about the same age as him. She looked terrified, like she would rather have been anywhere else. I suspect she would have turned and run away, if she hadn't been floating outside the second floor window. Suddenly a voice spoke, it said to summon a monster and fight. Ryou didn't know what that meant at the time, but the girl swallowed and raised her left arm. Suddenly another T-rex materialized, except that this one was purple, and started attacking the other one. When the green T-rex was defeated it had vanished, the girl looked relieved, then she and the purple T-rex vanished as well.
Ryou kept dreaming, but his dreams shifted to something about playing in a temple his father had told him about. I wasn't interested in that dream. The girl did interest me. There are some dreams which are just so different from normal dreams that they have to be prophetic, this was one of them.
That girl, she reminded me of someone from a long time ago. A girl I had been friends with in my previous life. I had been reincarnated, part of me in the Ring and part of me as Ryou, so why couldn't Kit have reincarnated to?
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It started in Ancient Egypt. At the time I was a young boy named Baku. Did I still have white hair and pale skin? Yes I did. My great grandfather was a yokai, a demon that can take human form or that has human form. Often the descendants of yokai/human pairings have white hair. I got my white hair and yokai blood from my mother. I don't remember much about her, she died when I was only seven. I do remember she had beautiful white hair and brown- green eyes. She was also very kind and gentle; she made toys for me because the neighborhood children wouldn't play with me, because I have yokai blood. I remember, my favorite was a doll, it looked like a girl, her hair was long and blond, she wore a long white dress and had one bird wing and one bat wing.
"That's the Change of Heart," Mother told me. "Many duelists don't like it, because it will change a monster from their side to their opponent's side, but I like to think of it as a card that turns enemies into friends."
As a child I liked that. I use to wish the Change of Heart doll would come to life and change the kids that were always bullying me into friends. I didn't realize it until later, but all the toys Mother made for me were monsters from the Dark Games.
On the fateful day I was playing in my room. Change of Heart had just defeated a particularly nasty looking monster called Two-headed King Rex. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I got up from my game and went to see who it was. Father opened the door to reveal one of the pharaoh's guards.
"May I speak to you a moment sir?" inquired the guard.
"Of course, come in." Father looked up and noticed me standing in the doorway. "Baku, go back to your room and play, you need not concern yourself with adult matters."
I quickly closed the door, but I didn't go back to playing. Something was wrong, why was this man here and not Mother? I knew mother did dangerous things. She hadn't told me what she did; she said she didn't want me to worry. However every so often she would leave for the palace. Some days she would return dejected, some days she returned happy and carrying a sack of silver. I worried though, because every time she seemed worn out and her arms were covered in scratches, her waist length silver hair matted with sweat.
I listened to the muffled voices. Father had taken the guard into the back of our home, so that I wouldn't hear. I wondered why Father had seemed so serious. Soon I got my answer. I heard footsteps and the opening and closing of our front door. I heard Father's footsteps coming toward my room and quickly moved to sit by the toys on the floor. The door opened and Father came in, looking sad. He went over to the little cot that I slept in and sat down, then patted a spot beside him to show that I should come over.
"Baku, now listen to me son, your mother won't be coming back."
I was confused. Mother wasn't coming back? Why? "What are you talking about Father?"
"Have you ever heard of the Dark Games Baku?"
"Yes, those are those ritual games played with magic, right? What does that have to do with us?"
"Baku, you know that your mother had yokai blood right?"
"Yes, that's why we have white hair and we don't get sick as often as normal people." "That's right. But it also gave your mother the ability to take part in the Dark Games. That's where she got the money and all those scrapes. It was because she was a duelist in the dark games." Father sighed; he looked so lost and sad, like someone had taken his world away. "She tried to duel someone who owned one of the legendary god cards. There was an accident and instead of simply being defeated she was killed."
I felt tears welling up in my brown eyes. Mother was dead? How could this happen? Father must have noticed my expression, because he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.
"There, there, Baku, it's OK to cry. Even powerful yokai cry sometimes, it's OK for a human boy to cry." I looked up into my fathers face and saw tears in his brown eyes. At that point I broke down and started sobbing into Father's chest, his brown hands stroking my snow white hair.
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Oh, my, god, that was so sad, poor little Yami Bakura, loosing his mother like that. I honestly cried a little as I was writing this, it's so sad. I hope you liked my first fanfic so far. Reviews are welcome.
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Yami Bakura: I was lying awake in my soul room. Next door Ryou was asleep, dreaming about not being able to find his favorite shirt. It didn't matter. I've looked through Ryou's dreams, his hopes, his fears, and his fantasies. Seeing those things gives me a better idea how to control and at times impersonate my hikari. Most of the things are the stuff you would find in anyone's mind, half remembered dreams of books or games, images floating about, no more solid than mist.
One of the dreams was special though, it had happened when Ryou was about five, just before he got the Millenium Ring. Ryou was standing outside of a house in a little town who knows where. It was somewhere neither of us has ever been. Suddenly a roar sounded and a T-rex came out of nowhere, its dark green skin glistening under the full moon. I, no he heard some whimpering and turned around, to see a girl, about the same age as him. She looked terrified, like she would rather have been anywhere else. I suspect she would have turned and run away, if she hadn't been floating outside the second floor window. Suddenly a voice spoke, it said to summon a monster and fight. Ryou didn't know what that meant at the time, but the girl swallowed and raised her left arm. Suddenly another T-rex materialized, except that this one was purple, and started attacking the other one. When the green T-rex was defeated it had vanished, the girl looked relieved, then she and the purple T-rex vanished as well.
Ryou kept dreaming, but his dreams shifted to something about playing in a temple his father had told him about. I wasn't interested in that dream. The girl did interest me. There are some dreams which are just so different from normal dreams that they have to be prophetic, this was one of them.
That girl, she reminded me of someone from a long time ago. A girl I had been friends with in my previous life. I had been reincarnated, part of me in the Ring and part of me as Ryou, so why couldn't Kit have reincarnated to?
...............
It started in Ancient Egypt. At the time I was a young boy named Baku. Did I still have white hair and pale skin? Yes I did. My great grandfather was a yokai, a demon that can take human form or that has human form. Often the descendants of yokai/human pairings have white hair. I got my white hair and yokai blood from my mother. I don't remember much about her, she died when I was only seven. I do remember she had beautiful white hair and brown- green eyes. She was also very kind and gentle; she made toys for me because the neighborhood children wouldn't play with me, because I have yokai blood. I remember, my favorite was a doll, it looked like a girl, her hair was long and blond, she wore a long white dress and had one bird wing and one bat wing.
"That's the Change of Heart," Mother told me. "Many duelists don't like it, because it will change a monster from their side to their opponent's side, but I like to think of it as a card that turns enemies into friends."
As a child I liked that. I use to wish the Change of Heart doll would come to life and change the kids that were always bullying me into friends. I didn't realize it until later, but all the toys Mother made for me were monsters from the Dark Games.
On the fateful day I was playing in my room. Change of Heart had just defeated a particularly nasty looking monster called Two-headed King Rex. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I got up from my game and went to see who it was. Father opened the door to reveal one of the pharaoh's guards.
"May I speak to you a moment sir?" inquired the guard.
"Of course, come in." Father looked up and noticed me standing in the doorway. "Baku, go back to your room and play, you need not concern yourself with adult matters."
I quickly closed the door, but I didn't go back to playing. Something was wrong, why was this man here and not Mother? I knew mother did dangerous things. She hadn't told me what she did; she said she didn't want me to worry. However every so often she would leave for the palace. Some days she would return dejected, some days she returned happy and carrying a sack of silver. I worried though, because every time she seemed worn out and her arms were covered in scratches, her waist length silver hair matted with sweat.
I listened to the muffled voices. Father had taken the guard into the back of our home, so that I wouldn't hear. I wondered why Father had seemed so serious. Soon I got my answer. I heard footsteps and the opening and closing of our front door. I heard Father's footsteps coming toward my room and quickly moved to sit by the toys on the floor. The door opened and Father came in, looking sad. He went over to the little cot that I slept in and sat down, then patted a spot beside him to show that I should come over.
"Baku, now listen to me son, your mother won't be coming back."
I was confused. Mother wasn't coming back? Why? "What are you talking about Father?"
"Have you ever heard of the Dark Games Baku?"
"Yes, those are those ritual games played with magic, right? What does that have to do with us?"
"Baku, you know that your mother had yokai blood right?"
"Yes, that's why we have white hair and we don't get sick as often as normal people." "That's right. But it also gave your mother the ability to take part in the Dark Games. That's where she got the money and all those scrapes. It was because she was a duelist in the dark games." Father sighed; he looked so lost and sad, like someone had taken his world away. "She tried to duel someone who owned one of the legendary god cards. There was an accident and instead of simply being defeated she was killed."
I felt tears welling up in my brown eyes. Mother was dead? How could this happen? Father must have noticed my expression, because he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.
"There, there, Baku, it's OK to cry. Even powerful yokai cry sometimes, it's OK for a human boy to cry." I looked up into my fathers face and saw tears in his brown eyes. At that point I broke down and started sobbing into Father's chest, his brown hands stroking my snow white hair.
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Oh, my, god, that was so sad, poor little Yami Bakura, loosing his mother like that. I honestly cried a little as I was writing this, it's so sad. I hope you liked my first fanfic so far. Reviews are welcome.