Red Mist
A Yugioh Fan-fiction by R.A.
This is a short-ish story which is based around Ryou Bakura during season 4 of Yugioh (the season nobody liked XD) I thought this was necessary because we never get to see how Ryou is coping without his ring and how he feels about the soul stealing motorcycle group and the numerous monsters which patrol the streets, and the giant eyeball in the sky XD (I will be using little Keribo's version of Bakura in my story, or his language anyway)
P.S., this is also a love story (boy and girl) don't like, don't read!
Ryou's POV
Day 7, Tuesday.
Dear diary,
I'm feeling much better today than I have in a long time, for a start, this is the first time I've ever been myself long enough to even write a diary entry. It is true that sometimes I wake up and wonder where my millennium ring is, and why I feel much weaker than usual... but having my body to myself again is worth it, being locked away within my own mind wasn't much fun and it always made me hungry... no, STARVING! I really don't know how I lived for so long without food... although, I could really pass up on the hospital food they've been giving me, it's yucky! Oh, speaking of which, I was released from the hospital this morning, hence my good mood. It's great to be home again, even if it's only for a little while, were going on holiday! My mum and I, for four or five weeks, she says we need some more 'mother and son bonding time' whatever that is... I wish my dad was still with us, but he stayed in England when my parents split up, I miss him, so much... oh look, I'm going to make myself depressed, back to the holiday thing, were going to England, Cornwall to be exact. Ma says they have wonderful beaches, I can't wait! Leaving tomorrow, better start packing.
Ryou Bakura
'Ryou, are you packed yet?' Mum yelled as I pushed my diary and a ballpoint pen into my backpack.
'No mum, sorry' I called back, heading for my closet as I did, I pulled open the squeaky wooden doors and frowned at its contents. The spirit had a really awful sense of good clothes; I would look like a Goth in any of these bloody jackets, I sighed and began to shove the ugly coats into my pack.
'Ryou, you better hurry up honey, would you like mommy to help you?' she asked, the stairs groaned as she started up.
'No, thank you, I'm doing fine!' I said quickly, shoving the coats and the jeans I'd just found in twice as quickly as before. My mother was the only one who ever called me Ryou, Yugi and my other friends always call me Bakura, I don't mind... in fact, it's kind of grown on me, I don't even think that my friends know what my first name is! Again, I don't really mind.
'You sure?' my mum appeared suddenly by my bedroom door, making me jump.
'Jeese, Mum!' I breathed, she laughed at my reaction, her voice high and jingly, sorta like the bells you hear at Christmas. My mum's real name is Ami, she was born in Japan but moved to England when she met my dad and had me, then we moved back after the big break up. She has large brown eyes, long, snow white hair that curls at the ends and the skinniest waist you will ever see! She's about 30 years old but looks about 25, my mum says that I look more like her then dad, and I have to agree with her, the only fatherly trait I have, is my nose.
'I still got it' she giggled
'Mum, that wasn't very nice, and I said I was fine' I grunted, and began to shove my tee-shirts and shoes into my pack.
'I know what you said dear, but you know what I'm like, I have to be sure' she grinned and began to gather up my bathroom gear complete with a few towels and costumes. I sighed, shook my head, and continued to pack.
