Into Thin Air
Heyas All, this is Bishi Girl Maria, with my friend Bishi Girl Carolyn. We've written 'dis little ficcie for you all. It's a little slow because we're emphasizing on the character development. But just sit you kiesters down and enjoy the story. All you Seto fans REJOICE!!! You'll be seeing the awesome-ness that is he in this story. So enjoy!!!
Seto: Holy crap. Who let her out of her straight-jacket?
* Joey sheepishly backs away from a discarded jacket *
S: YOU STUPID DOG!!
J: AH'M NOT A STINKIN' DAWG!! She tricked me ..she said she'd give me candy...
S: -.- You are an ass
J: AH SHADAP, YOU OVER DRESSED...* they start fighting*
* Maria sneaks up on them and chains them up* BISHIES!!! ^^
S: Wonderful...
* Drags them off to her and Carolyn's secret underground lair. *
C: Oohh...BISHIES!! MORE BISHIES
* chains them up next to Bakura and Wu Fei from Gundam wing *
M: WE LOVE BISHIES!!
* Tatijana and Marianne walk in with Heero and Duo..*
M/C/MA/T: BISHIES!!!!
Bishies: 0.0'
S/J: 0o... SAVE US ...HELP.. SAVE US JEBUS!!!!
M: Okies you all enjoy the story..
C: Ya, move along now. Nothing to see here people...* camera goes fuzzy*
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Before we get cozy, just want to say that we don't own Yu-gi-oh or any related
characters. And we are aware that Peggy died at Duelist Kingdom, but we unfortunately live in hyper-sensitive America where nothing can be offensive and must be sugar-coated * twitch *, so we are following the WB's version of the anime. Also Tristan and Teya will be referred to by their Japanese names, because Anzu and Honda are so much cooler...hehe..okies now we can start.
O yea..PLEASE R and R!!! Thankies!
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Prologue:
Ryou walked down the dark street on his way home from Yugi's home. It was a cool evening, and the sun was setting; the sky rich with deep purples and bright pinks. He sighed contentedly as he passes by shop after shop picking his way through the city toward his neighborhood. He was glad that he had good friends that he could hang out with after school, because he definitely did not enjoy being at his house. His parents were once more gone, off some where in Europe, the length of their stay unknown. He hated not being with them, most of all he hated being alone. Well, he wasn't technically alone. What parent would leave a fifteen-year-old home alone while they were in another country? No, Ryou's parents had made sure that his long time nursemaid, Mrs. Tweed was there to look after him. The white haired teen sighed. It wasn't that he did not like the fussy old woman, but nothing compares to ones parents... no matter how negligent they were.
Ryou sorely missed his father, not just for personal reasons, but he wanted to ask him about the peculiar necklace that his father had given him from a dig in Egypt. It was a beautiful artifact, but it had recently caused the gentle teen a great deal of trouble. Even though he had friends, Ryou was forced to distant himself, for fear that his other side would cause trouble or possible harm to those Ryou loved.
//So..I'm..TROUBLE..Ryou?// A dark voice sneered.
Ryou froze. That voice. Ryou ducked into an alleyway and looked down at the necklace that hung from his neck. Unknown to most this was the Millennium Ring, a mysterious pendant that was a link to the even more mysterious shadow realm. Yugi had something like his ring, but it was a puzzle. Inside the puzzle dwelled a benevolent and courageous spirit who cared and loved Yugi. However, Ryou's ring housed the spirit of a ruthless and quite unpredictable tomb robber.
" Answer me aboui! Am I trouble?" The voice hissed as the ring glowed and the spirit appeared before his gentle counterpart. ( Author's note: when Ryou and the spirit are together, the spirit is called "Bakura". When Ryou is with the others Ryou is called "Bakura", unless specified at other points in the story.)
Bakura snarled at Ryou. The spirit was a mirror image of Ryou except that his white hair was in a wild state and chaos was reflected in his eyes.
"Well?"
Ryou bit his lip. Unlike Yugi's spirit, Yami, Bakura could be very mean and abusive to his hikari.
"No you're not." Ryou said gently. Bakura slammed him against the alley wall.
"Don't lie to me!"
Ryou winced.
" No, no my yami. You're not trouble. I was just thinking out how much trouble, Pegasus caused back at Duelist Kingdom. That's all."
Bakura cocked his brow. He knew that Ryou was lying. The gentle boy had taken sudden interest in his shoelaces, as he had explained himself. However, the twisted Bakura enjoyed his dominance over sweet and gentle Ryou.
"All right, Whatever. Stupid weakling." Bakura snarled as he disappeared back into the ring. Ryou sighed and thanked his stars that he had evaded Bakura's wrath. He gingerly brushed himself off and continued on his way.
It was dark as he moved away from the city and towards the housing developments.
"Almost home," He smiled to himself. "Now I can finally do my math homework."
//Count me out. I'm watching Buffy.//
Ryou smiled. Sometimes his yami could be nice. He rounded the corner and set into his neighborhood, gently humming a song.
Two hands grabbed the young boy from behind and dragged Ryou into the bushes.
"HEY!!" He cried as he was not to gently thrown to the ground. As he tried to orient himself, Ryou found the hands upon him once more now dragging the teen through the bushes.
"HEL-!" Ryou tried to scream, but a hand clamped its self over the boy's mouth. Ryou kicked and struggled with his attacker, but he could not squirm out of the vice like grip.
// RYOU!! WHATS GOING ON!!// Bakura yelled from within his soul room.
Ryou tried to answer his yami but he was thrown down once more to the floor of a dark thicket.
"All right, kid where is it?!" His attacker now identified as a male snarled.
Ryou stared up shakily at muscular thug who towered over him. "It"? What the hell was "it"? The teen had no idea what the man meant by it.
//RYOU!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!// Bakura barked at his aboui. Again
there wasn't a reply. Bakura snarled inwardly. Something was very wrong here.
Ryou laid on his back frozen in fear.
" W-w-what... do you want?"
The man stepped forward, revealing himself to be Kimo, one of Pegasus' thugs. Ryou tried to scramble away, but Kimo caught the boy by the pant leg.
"The Millennium Eye kid, you have it. GIVE IT TO ME!"
Ryou stared dumbfounded at Kimo. Him? He had stolen Pegasus' prized Millennium Eye? Ryou cursed inwardly. No, Bakura had stolen it. He must had temporarily possessed Ryou's body and taken the eye back at Duelist Kingdom.
Kimo snarled at the boy who was obviously too shock to respond. He slapped Ryou hard in the face.
"Where is it? I know you have it. I have security tapes to prove it. GIVE IT TO ME!!"
Bakura growled and the Millennium Ring began to glow. Ryou may have been a
sniveling weakling, but Ryou was HIS, and nobody beat up Ryou except him. The glow abated and Bakura smirked up at Kimo. The man was caught off guard as Bakura leapt up and slugged him.
"Don't fucking touch me!" The boy snapped.
Kimo winced, but then backhanded the teen to the ground once more.
Bakura landed with a thud.
"Foolish, mortal." He thought as he reached for his deck. Kimo was going to spend eternity in the shadow realm for this. Bakura felt inside his jacket pocket... and then felt around some more...and then some more, until the cold realization that Ryou had left the deck at home today crept over him. His only choice now was to flee. Bakura flung dirt into his opponent's eye and turned to run.
But Kimo was faster. He dodged the teen's assault and grabbed Bakura by the collar.
"GIVE IT TO ME!" He said as he shook Bakura like a rag doll.
Bakura kicked out at Kimo and put up a wild struggle.
"Make me, mortal!!"
Kimo pinned Bakura to the ground and whistled. The bushes rustled and more of
Pegasus' thugs emerged. Bakura was surrounded.
"Look, kid give it to us, and we'll let you go."
The tomb robber had no other choice.
"All right." Kimo let him up but kept a firm grip on the boy's arm.
"Its in the backpack. Front pocket; in the pencil sleeve." Bakura muttered. He had stored it there, because it would have been the last place anyone would have looked.
One of Kimo's men opened the front pocket and produced a small bundle, neatly
wrapped in tissue paper. The thug handed it to Kimo, who took his attention off Bakura
to open it. He tore of the paper and smiled at the golden trinket in his hand, the Millennium Eye.
Kimo roughly tweaked Bakura's ear. "Now was that so hard?" He smirked at the crossed teen.
"Foolish mortals, you shall pay for this."
"I'm sure we will boy, but if you'll excuse us..." The guards advanced on Bakura.
"We really must be going now. Master Pegasus misses his Eye." At Kimo's signal a guard knocked Bakura out with the butt of his gun.
Bakura slumped to the ground motionless.
"We'll give Master Pegasus your regards." The men vanished, leaving Bakura alone amongst the bushes.
An hour later, Bakura opened his eye, and the memories came flooding to him along with a very bad headache. The Eye was gone. He had lost his prize to a band of chump mortals.
Backura massaged the back of his throbbing head. It hurt, a lot. He winced and retreated back to his soul room, leaving Ryou on the ground to sleep it off. No doubt that the gentle boy would not remember what had happened, he never did. Which was a good thing, because no one could know about the Eye.
As Bakura sat in his soul room, thinking about his loss, he swore a thousand curses upon Pegasus. He had rightly claimed that Eye, and he would claim it again.