Hey! This is my second fanfiction sooooooo yeah I don't know how good it will be. PLEASE REVIEW!
Fragments of the Past
Hot sand blew around Bakura ina mini storm, whipping his clothes aroundand stinging any exposed skin. He was dressed in clothing from ancient Egypt, curved sword in his hands.
Bakura saw another sword glinting through the sand and dodged as the owner lunged at him. He caught the man in the arm with his own sword. The man turned, lunging once more. Bakura easily knocked the blade aside and kicked the man in the chest. He fell to the ground roughly. Bakura pressed his blade to the man's throat, smirking.
Suddenly, a scream behind Bakura made him turn. A woman stood not to far away, a knife jammed into her stomach. Bakura ran to her, knowing he was to late to save her but unable to stop himself. She fell, limp, into his arms. Her mouth moved to tell him something but all that came out was a strangled gasp. Pain shot through him as the light faded from her eyes.
Bakura's throat closed around a scream of pain and loss...
Bakura's eyes snapped open. He was drenched in cold sweat and his mouth was open, ready to scream. He closed it quickly,not wanting to alert the other boy in the house. He didn't understand why Ryou worried about him so much, it was quite annoying at times.
He shivered as the dream ran across his memory again. He shook his head vigorously, trying to rid himself of the horror and loss that the nightmare always ground into his mind. He glanced at the clock. 7:15. "Shit," he mumbled, it was supposed to ring an hour ago. He dragged himself out of bed, stumbling towards the closet. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror.
He looked like crap. Dark purple circles hung under his eyes, which were dull and lifeless. He blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the person in the reflection. That tired, weak person who looked broken, dead.
He yanked open his closet door, grabbing his uniform. Wonderful way to start his first day of school. 'Great,' he thought,' just great.'