Hey guys, it's me again! I had a new idea for a story, it hit me as I heared a song and I wanted to write it! Hopefully you like it!
I don't know if there will be a pairing, maybe RyouxOC and some BakuraxOC, but I won't bet on it. If it hits me again, then maybe there will be something like that :)
I hope you'll like it guys, as I never have read something like this before... we'll see ^^ Have fun!
Doppelgänger
Summary: There were things Ryou wasn't able to stand. Bakura, when he was mocking him, the spiders inside of his living room, the rain outside, when fall began. But he didn't ever consider, that he wouldn't be able to stand a confrontation with his sister's... doppelgänger.
Prologue: Terrible season
He suppressed a groan when he felt his shoes and socks suddenly grow icecold and wet, while he thougthlessly had stepped into a large puddle.
'One should be able to look, when he crosses the street, don't you agree, host?'
The voice, that emitted at the back of his head was even colder than his sock now... and an annoyed growl followed, when he compared it to the clothing he wore currently.
'Your comments aren't desired at the moment, spirit.' The white haired teen thought absolutely sober - how was he even able to intonate a mere thought?
The teen shivered and the thing at the back of his head was quiet for a moment, it seemed to be surprised.
'Grumpy, aren't we.' It was an observation, in no possible interpretation a question.
'It's fall.' The answer came shortly after, concise and short. A chuckle followed inside of his mind.
'Now, that surely justifies everything.'
„Look, I'm NOT in any case able to stand you're damn mockery now, so: Just – Shut – Up!"
Damn, he was so irritated and angry today... his snarl had met an old lady directly in her face. He noticed her growing paler. „Sorry, M'am... I'm using a headset to phone...", he stated apologetically. She only nodded and gave him a small smile, as he bowed a little bit, mocking laughter in the back of his head. He chose the easiest way in getting rid of the spirits comments inside of his mind in – just ignoring him.
Sometimes he just wasn't able to stand that damn world... today was one of those days. He had bumped his head into the edge of his bedside table as he woke up, and that had caused him to fall out of his bed with an elegant twist, that ended in hurting his backside. Badly.
Since that second, the spirit had chosen to bother him, hoping, that he would witness a good, entertaining show today.
After his host had spilled his coffee cup over his homework and nearly set the house on fire because he forgot the burning candle on the table, as he showered... Bakura was satisfied.
Now, he was absolutely downright pleased. What a surprise? Even his host was able to built bad manners? That was just too amusing...
The smaller one moved further along the street, still irritated and slightly angry. He just wanted to arrive at home, shower again, change his soaked clothes and dry his hair. His mood was so down today... he was just depressed and very irritable today. A sigh left his lips.
And why the hell were so much people out today? There were so much of them! Children, clothed colorful and dressed in gumboots, hopping into the puddles of water, buisnessmen, their suits absolutely perfect fitting, black umbrellas everywhere.
Here and there pupils like him, heading home, or visiting the city center today.
Another sigh as he halted at one of the traffic lights, circeled by people and umbrellas. Heavy drops of water were raining down on him and there was nearly no room to stretch or step forward or backwards. Something in front of him caught his attention, somebody shifted uncomfortably in the front, nearest the street. It was a large and ful street, the cars also drove somewhat fast.
I blinked and focused on the figure, which seemed to be a girl or younger woman, certainly in a hurry and angry because of the lights in front of her, showing the red sign.
„Stupid thing... hurry...", he heard her voice. Something icy rose inside of his stomach, which he didn't want to think about now.
The next moment, many things happened at the same time. Behind him somebody screamed on the top of his lungs and someone who smelled of alcohol and smoke, bumped into his back, shoving him aside roughly, as he tried to run to the front, certainly he had done something to a woman in the back of the crowd.
„Stop him!", she cried. „Stop that thief!"
The man looked behind him and grinned widely. And because he looked back to mock the woman, he didn't see what happened in front of him – and bumped into the girl.
With a high pitched scream she fell foreward. The only thing that Ryou heard was the honk of a car, as he jumped in the direction of the girl and pulled her violently back against his body, the car splashed them both with immense amount of water.
The thief cried as one of the buisnessmen held him in a vicelike grip and a young woman ran forewards to snatch her bag away from him.
The teens stood there and none of them heard the voices around them, their hearts beated fast and both their breath came out violently and fearfully.
A moment happened nothing, and then he looked downwards. Her hood had sliped and he recognized soft white hair and a small braided strand of hair at the side of her head.
'You're such a lucker with the girls, aren't you?' Dripped the mockery inside of his head again, but he didn't even recognize. The adrenalin rushed through his veins still.
Then she turned around and he pailed even more.
Her face was pale, the skin soft and creamy colored. The wide, bright-blue eyes met his and her rosy lips were trembling in shock.
His stomach seemed to turn as he recognized the familiarity of her sweet face, he had missed for so much years. She began to cry slightly, no doubt the shock had hit her hard into the face... she would have been dead now if he hadn't pulled her back, they both knew that without any doubt.
She pulled him into a desperate embrace, low sobs and wet clothing against his skin and covered chest.
„Thank you... thank you so much..." She whispered desperatly and cried even harder against him, still trembling violently. His heart pounded painfully inside of his chest and he noticed he still held his breath.
A trembling, heavy shuddering breath filled his chest a moment later and she still held him tightly.
Bakura chuckled evilly inside of his mind and the sticky, disgusting wave of mocking amusement that followed nearly suffocated the poor white haired boy.
'Aww... now I remember why you hate fall, host. In autumn your mother and sister died in that car crash.'
And now he held the only girl in the whole world inside of his arms, that seemed to be his sisters perfect dopplegänger. The mocking voice inside of his mind laughed cruely and his head lowered into the girls white hair as he began to cry.
What a proper meeting... Ryou meets the girl that looks so similar to his sister and rescues her... of being run over by a car. What a STRANGE incidence... and Bakura is just mean as I like him to be! (Bakura: Thanks I guess *grins*) I'll try to name him 'spirit' everytime Ryou talks to him, I don't like if he complies here and calls him 'Bakura' as an obvious defeat.
So... what will happen? Who is that girl? What will she do now, that Ryou rescued her? What is it with Bakura being really cruel towards poor Ryou? And the most important question: What will Ryou do and feel when he looks at that doppelgänger again?
I really hope you liked my prologue and if you did, I'd like some evaluation! :)
*leaves cookies and waves, smiling brightly* Have a nice day!
