Imaginary Part 1
Darkness greeted Ryou's eyes as he awoke. And not just any darkness, an unmatural darkness, one that was accustomed to consuming any and all light… an eternal darkness. Ryou's eyes tried in vain to adjust to the darker-than-pitch black lighting. The young boy sat up feeling the biting cold around him, he instantly drew his knees up to his chest in a pathetic attempt to warm himself. The smell of blood hung thick in the air almost choking the little hikari. Alongside the dark, that scent was something that Ryou could never get used to, but that was probably only because he knew that the blood he smelled every day was no longer just his own. Or maybe it was the fact that every time he breathed in that metallic scent, he was reminded of the times when he'd been forced to watch Yugi and all the others be tortured to death.
Ryou shook his head trying to clear his mind of the frightening images of his friend's mutilated bodies and the horrible screams of agony that accompanied them. But try as he might the white haired boy could never forget the horrible events that came after the defeat of Yugi and his Yami, the Pharaoh. The Pharaoh. Ryou shuddered. The boy hadn't been the only one forced to watch the slow and painful deaths of his friends, Atem had been there too. Bakura had kept him around the longest, saving him for last. The former thief king wanted Atem to see everyone he cared for be tortured and killed just as he had been forced to watch the entire village of Kul Elna destroyed. He wanted to keep the pharaoh alive long enough to see the extent of his failures, to see the world coverd in blood and bathed in eternal night. And by the time Bakura had finished his torture of Yugi, Atem had begun begging for death.
Ryou remembered the way Bakura had laughed when the "Great Pharaoh Atem" had sunk to his knees before the white haired thief and pleaded for death. It wasn't until the moment he saw Atem fall to the ground, eyes devoid of life, that Ryou realized just how much he envied all of his friends. They were granted death. It may not have been quick and painless but at least they were free from this evil world while he was forever chained to it. Ryou sighed as he stood up from the small corner of the room where he usually slept and stretched his limbs. He may not even been able to see, but he'd memorized this place not long after Bakura brought him here. He wasn't exactly sure where or how big the building was but he was sure that his yami had a room around here as well and Ryou didn't really want to spend more time with his "other half" then he had to now that they were separated. Therefore he refrained from wandering outside of his room.
All Ryou wanted to do was get to the window which stood exactly eighty-seven steps away from his sleeping-corner. The white haired boy took small quiet steps across the room silently counting as he went. 'Eighty-five, eighty-six, eight-seven'. Ryou looked up, turned, and began to gently feeling around the wall until his fingers touched the hem of a curtain. He pulled at the rough fabric and sighed as moon light filled the room. Ryou smiled, soaking in all the light he could before it left again. The moon was something that had survived the chaos and death and although it didn't appear as often, (or maybe it did and the "days" were simply longer, he wasn't sure anymore) it still shone just as brightly as it had before Bakura had won the Earth for Zorc. Ryou kept his large brown eyes fixed on the moon and allowed himself to relax in its comforting glow. It was in these moments that the young hikari could dream of the day when no longer had to live in darkness, the day he would finally be embraced by the cold arms of death and join his friends, his parents, and his dear little sister in the afterlife. Ryou sighed "Just wait for me Amane, I'll see you soon I promise." he whispered softly. His thought were interrupted by a loud dramatic sigh. "How many times have I told you hikari, the dead can't hear you." Ryou shivered at the sound of his yami's voice. Without turning to face him he replied "I don't know Bakura you seem to hear me just fine." Bakura laughed and Ryou had to suppress a sigh. He hadn't meant to be funny. When Bakura finally ceased to laugh he spoke again "I suppose you're right little one, but weren't you the one who said it was wrong to make promises if you couldn't keep them?" But before Ryou could respond Bakura grabbed his shoulders and roughly forced his back against the cold stone wall.
A/N Hello everyone, I'm Sir Lofty and this is the first chapter to my first story. It's a three-shot and don't worry the next chapters will be longer. I hope you enjoy this and please leave all of your questions, concerns comments, complaints, and or compliments in the reviews.
Shits and Giggles -Lofty
P.S Sorry about the typos my computer was bing an ass, but its all good. I fixed it.