O.O Where do I keep getting ideas from? *shrugs* This is most likely gonna be a one-shotter, unless I get something else for it. Just some random thing that came to me in a lil blurb this morning. Feh…If I owned Yu-gi-oh, I would seriously murder those bastards who dubbed out all the gory stuff in the American series. YOU STUPID GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKERS! IF IT WAS MADE WITH CURSING AND BLOOD, ITS NOT MENT FOR LITTLE KIDS YOU STUPID DUMBASSES!!!!!!!!!!!!! O.O I'm ok. *passes out*
The crowd passed around him nonchalantly as he made his way down the street, unaware and not really caring where he was going, so long as he was no longer there. That house…it was the place where he had first discovered his gifts, where they fed off of the things the house had seen and insisted upon showing everything to him to the point he had cut his dark Egyptian skin, in hopes it would end his life and his torture. Most said he was insane, but he wasn't so sure. After all, there was a fine line between genius and insanity, correct? He tried to ignore the images he saw in his mind as he continued on his way, the dark images that revealed so many things, things he'd rather not see. Of that woman over there, in the peach skirt, kneeling over a toilet and forcing up her lunch so she could keep her figure. Of the young boy over there being beaten so badly by his father that he could barely move.
The young Egyptian shook his head; trying to rid his mind of the things he had seen almost his entire life. And the voices…oh Ra the voices. He could hear every single insecure thought of the many people surrounding him. All echoing murderously loud in his already aching head. Ah, to dream of ending it all. But he couldn't do it, no matter how many times he tried. He just couldn't fucking die! No matter how many times he hoped and prayed, he remained living, damned to spend his entire life barely clinging to sanity, trying to see through the images, ignore those things he'd rather not hear. And suddenly, the thoughts in his head got so loud that he collapsed on his knees, cradling his head in his hands, screaming as loudly as he could, although it wasn't loud enough to voice his pain to the fullest extent, so that the world could hear what he went through every waking moment. His cloak fell limply against his shoulders, and a person or two stepped on the end of it as they passed by. He was being ignored by all, them having all gotten used to hearing insane people who had no doubt escaped from the asylum screaming and muttering to themselves about one thing or another.
At least, ignored by all but one. He clutched his head even harder as the person came closer, and knelt by him. He saw the person doing horrific things…murder, deception…it was a very dark, dangerous person that came up to him. But he had such pale hair. White hair that looked as if it had been scooped up off a snowy mountaintop and gently placed onto his head. But his eyes, they revealed what kind of person he was. A clever person, cruel and sinister, whom had shed blood and would do it again, if he was forced to.
"Come with me," the pale haired man commanded quietly, sliding Malik's hand into his own and pulling him up. But he hadn't moved his mouth once. He had spoken in thought, to him, in his own mind. For the briefest of moments, the voices ceased, a heavenly moment, when the man had spoken.
"Who-who are you? What the hell do you want?" Malik questioned. It would have been angrily if he had been feeling stronger, not like he was about to vomit. The stress from hearing and seeing all of those things, in such a large crowd of people, had taken it out of him.
My name is Bakura. Now, just come with me. I'll explain once we get there. He had spoken in his mind again, which, for lack of better words, scared the shit out of Malik, more than the young Egyptian cared to admit. Could he read thoughts too?
Yes. Now stop screwing around and come with me. The young Egyptian realized that he heard nothing coming from the white haired man, Bakura's, mind. He didn't really mind. If Bakura had bad intentions, he would be able to fend him off. Hopefully. Akura rolled his eyes in annoyance as he heard the young man's final thought. How stupid. Like he could.
"Do you know my name?" Malik questioned out loud as Bakura led him down the street.
Yes. Now be quiet. We'll talk as soon as we get there.
"Where are we going?"
Did I not just tell you to shut up?!
The young Egyptian said no more, concentrating on ignoring the rather grisly images that swam through his mind as a rather tall man walked past him, accidentally brushing against his cloaked shoulder.
People are disgusting, Malik thought as he fought off the image. The buzz of thoughts and images felt like it was cut in half. Malik didn't know if it was because of the man taking him to Ra knows where, or if it was a coincidence. Hopefully the former. He briefly wondered where Bakura was taking him, and if he would be all right trusting this strange, white-haired man to take him wherever the hell he was going.
You think too loud. Now stop it, you're giving me a headache. I need to concentrate.
Malik made a face at him behind his back as they continued on, hopefully to a place that wouldn't end up being Malik's doom.
Okie, like I said, just random blurb. Came to me this morning. I know I still need to finish Don't Turn Out the Lights, and believe me, I don't plan on giving up on that anytime soon. Tell me if you guys want me to continue. Well, this goes without saying, but REVIEW PLEASE!!