Hi! Sami, Ryou's Hikari here! This is my second fic! It's a one-shot from Yami Bakura's, or just Bakura for those who watch the Japanese episodes, Point of View.
I used to like the taste of the crimson liquid against my lips, the copper taste winding down my throat. The taste used to consume me, and I considered it a rare treat, back in Ancient Egypt, my old life, as a tomb robber.
Now, I am a thief and a stealer of souls…still a thief…What have I stolen? Besides the Millennium Eye, really, what have I stolen? No, I haven't stolen Ryou, that boy is my vessel, you think I like having him see the bloodshed caused by myself? No, as a matter of fact, I do not relish tormenting the kid out of his mind.
But I need someone to control. People call me mad, evil, twisted, and to them I say one thing: Go screw the Pharaohs midget; I have no time to deal with one-minded people like you.
Now, I've gone off on another rant, haven't I? Where were we? Oh yes, blood.
Like I said, I used to like the taste of blood. Now, the taste is empty, and I do not feel it. I have not felt anything for many years, at least not on the outside.
Do you know how it feels to not be able to touch? Smell? Taste?
Oh yes, I can see and hear perfectly, but I can no longer enjoy the taste of blood running down my mouth, it is empty, it tastes of air. And I don't even think air has a taste. How sad.
Blood…My first encounter with blood was in the ancient times, at my village, Kuru Eruna. A village with only one hundred people, all with some power or another. The village was ambushed by the Pharaoh's soldiers…only one person lived…me.
And I watched, shocked, a small child who had escaped, fleeing in the middle of all the bloodshed, as they lined up my friends, family, people I knew, and slaughtered them all to make the Ra-damned Millennium Items. Their screams are still with me, even after many millennia.
I took to robbing tombs to survive. It became a habit. And soon I was known as the greatest and most feared thief in Egypt. But, unfortunately for me, I was caught by the Ra-Damned Pharaoh, and my soul was captured and sealed inside the item I now wear around my neck. The Millennium Ring.
So, I can never die. Never disappear…
Ha! I am the shadows, the darkness! Well guess what? I am also cursed with the fate of living forever, being immortal!
Everlasting life.
Everlasting life for the dead.
Well, the gods can take it away from me, and give it to someone that wants it, because I don't want it at all! No amount of treasures or priceless artifacts could make me take immortality! To hell with immortality! That evil side of the Ishtar boy would gladly take it, trust me, he's that kind of person.
He doesn't know what it's like. He was created six years ago. He knows nothing.
I am tired of this subject; let me talk about something different.
Ryou.
To some it may seem that Ryou is my vessel, my host, my slave.
He is nothing of the sort; Ryou is my light, the sun to my moon all that crap about soul mates and stuff like that. That's what Ryou is to me.
I enjoy seeing him smile, listening to his soft laugh. My Hikari. I only control him because I have to; I need a body to be able to get revenge on the Pharaoh after all.
But I wish that I wasn't corrupting the boy, scarring him, probably for life…
Ryou is asleep now, his hair shines silver from the moonlight pouring in his open window. His soft chocolate eyes are closed. And I fade away, into the darkness, the shadows…
After all, I am the shadows.
Hush little baby, don't you cry;
It's only going to kept you up all night.
And if you cannot get to sleep,
Through the shadow realm your soul will creep.
And if the fear consumes your mind,
You have left your last sanity behind.
And if you begin to believe you're dead,
It's only the monsters living in your head.
Like the song? I wrote it myself two weeks ago! What do you think of this one-shot? I might do other one-a shot like this if people like this one! Please review, I would feel so happy if someone did!
By the way, Hikari means light.
Love Sami, Ryou's Hikari.