'Kura Alone Prologue - Name Of Power
The white-haired boy was crying.
For many weeks now his dreams had been nothing but nightmares, dreams of blood, betrayal, darkness and death. Even when he woke up and tried to get through the day, the visions were still there, a lingering curtain hanging low over everything. How he wished they would stop.
No one at the orphanage understood what was wrong. No normal four year old should have recurring nightmares, and while they were sympathetic at first, gradually they just thought he was doing it for attention. The boy couldn't count how many times he'd been sent to his room, or when worse came to the worse, smacked and being told to not have his dinner. The other kids whispered and laughed behind his back, making fun of his hair and smiling whenever he got into trouble. To them he wasn't a human, he wasn't a boy, no, he was simply a freak.
Freak wasn't his name though. He had a name just like any other child, but what a strange name it was. In many ways it was just more fuel for the fire for the older kids, the type of kids that enjoy making fun of younger children to make themselves feel better. Despite this, there was just something about his name that installed pride and arrogance in the young boy, some kind of fire which helped him through the day. In his dreams his name was yelled so many times, making him believe that it was special and more important than the boring names everyone else had. He loved it.
"My name is Bakura Touzoukuou," he grinned, gazing around his new classroom. "It's very nice to meet you."
This is probably going to be my main story, and Scavenger of Lines will be my side... Either way, I hope you enjoyed this very short and confusing prologue XD. I don't own Harry Potter or Yu-Gi-Oh!. If I did, there would be cake.