Hey! New story time! I've been working on this one for a while, in celebration of the last day of 8th grade tomorrow, enjoy!
Ryou ran through hot, golden sand alone. He just needed to find shelter before the next sandstorm hit and he'd be in the clear; or so he thought. He felt the uneven dunes shifting under his feet, and was deeply afraid of being sucked under.
He shielded his eyes as new sand was picked up with a gust and flung at him head on. He was flung backwards in the intense fury and landed painfully on his back. He screamed out for help, but to no avail. He was pushed and shoved around and the currents hopelessly flailing like a plastic bag. The next thing he knew, his head collided with something solid and darkness consumed him.
He woke to throbs of pain all over his body; he investigated to find he went from albino to red. He gradually sat up, fighting through the stinging on his skin. The examined his surrounding slowly, still dizzy from his new concussion. The sun was setting and would soon disappear. That meant trouble with bandits, thieves, ect. He quickly found what he hit his skull against, standing above him in all its glory. It was a pyramid. Shelter! He quickly thought and rushed inside with no hesitation.
His surroundings were almost too much for his chocolate eyes. Dimmed lighting by torches lining carved stone walls. Mighty pillars held up the ceiling giving Ryou a sense of safety. He began walking gradually toward the center of the room. No one had obviously been here for a while; there was a thick layer of dust and cobweb on everything.
Suddenly there was a scurry behind him. Ryou flinched in a quick turnaround.
"Who there?" He yelled as it echoed through the empty tomb.
No response, A few more scurrying noises that seemed like they were right in front of him.
"I'm w-warning you!" He shouted.
The scurrying was defiantly close now; Ryou felt his heart thump against his rib cage. There was a noise at his feet. Before he could even look down something had his leg. He let out a girlish shriek and leapt, causing him to fall and hit the stone floor.
It was on the floor he realized, it was just a scarab. He sighed at his own whimpy actions. He wasn't even scared of bugs. He picked up the scarab that squired rapidly in his fingers. He chuckled slightly and released it. It scurried away, but not before giving a gratified squeak to Ryou as it departed.
Ryou sat on the cool, smooth floor for a long time. He needed to get a hold of himself before he freaked out over something else harmless. He eventually just laid his head gently on the tile and closed his eyes. What a mess he was in. A tomb in the middle of who knows where, and nobody probably knew he existed, just great.
He opened his eyes which were level to the ground. He noticed his sky blue jacket torn and frayed. His navy and white striped shirt ripped along the bottom. His cloud grey jeans managed to survive though. He smiled at the little miracle he had.
His head began to throb and he lifted his frail hands to feel the knot. It was pretty big, bigger than he even expected. It hurt all over his head, it seemed to even spread into the depths of his mind. This pain was eating him away.
He needed to find a way back. Back to the bazaar, back to his lonely life. It was way better than dying in an old, unknown tomb where your body couldn't even be respected! If anybody would even come to his funeral. If it was even half as beautiful as his parents were, he could rest in peace. A bitter tear escaped his eye.
He slowly stood up, legs like jell-o wobbling side to side. He was exhausted; he had wondered the desert for hours before this. His body was now retaliating with cries of pain and dehydration. He collapsed to the floor again; face hitting the stone with a crash. He let out a weak cry of pain.
He heard a voice whisper in his ear. "You're in rough shape kid".
He instantly froze, but then he led to logic. It was probably his brain beginning to die, or even a little gust of wind. There was nobody else in this tomb.
It was a little louder and more distinct this time. "Kid, with the white hair, I'm talking to you".
Now he was a little nervous. "It's just a hallucination", he muttered over and over again. He squeezed his eyes shut.
"A hallucination, eh, well then, I won't tell you how to escape", the voice said smugly.
"E-escape?" Ryou asked hesitantly.
"That's what I said".
Ryou slowly opened his eyes, yet he couldn't find the source of this noise. "Where are you?" He asked slowly.
"Look to your right", the voice said.
Ryou turned his head using the floor to inch around. He didn't see a person. What he did see was some kind of gold object. For whatever reason when he looked at it, it beckoned him. He slowly scooted across the floor, using his arms for support. As he got closer, he saw it was a necklace. The calling seemed to get louder as he drew near. Finally he was right in front of the object. It was glowing brightly, practically screaming, "Pick me up!" Ryou reached out a steady hand and grasped the gold cord. He quickly pulled it close for a better look.
It was a thin circle with a perfectly shaped triangle enclosed. What he believed was the eye of Ra was carved neatly in the middle. Five corded metal spikes hung steadily off the edges of the circle of metal. It was flawless.
"You found me kid", the voice said.
"F-found you?" Ryou asked confused.
"Yes, now put on the necklace", the voice demanded.
Ryou giving up to the voices will out the necklace around his throat. The room immediately filled with light. It was so bright it even pierced Ryou's eyelids. "Arghhh", He cried out.
The light vanished as quickly as it came. Ryou slowly opened his eyes. Standing before him was a boy, white hair, black jacket, that familiar blue striped shirt. Ryou screamed.
"Calm down boy", the standing person said.
"WHO ARE YOU? AND WHY DO YOU LOOK EXACTLY LIKE ME?" Ryou asked breathing quick and heavy.
"Keep that up and you'll pass out".
"EXPLAIN!" Ryou yelled.
"I am, let me start by introducing myself. My name is Bakura", He said kindly.
Ryou relaxed a little. "M-my name is Ryou".
"Well Ryou, I was that voice you heard earlier. You see, my spirit was sealed into that necklace you hold many years ago. Way before your lifetime, in the times of the pharaoh. That is one of the seven millennium items, it's called the millennium ring", He said slowing whenever Ryou looked confused. "By putting on that ring, you have freed me", He said with a wicked smirk.
"But Bakura, why was your spirit sealed away?" Ryou asked confused.
"That's not important right now, let's get out of here before you die", He said sharply changing the subject. He didn't want to scare the kid away yet.
"G-good idea", Ryou said, feeling himself getting weaker. He reached out to balance himself on Bakura but fell right through him. He looked up in shock and horror. "W-what?"
"I'm sadly just a spirit…" Bakura muttered faking a sad look. "But if you let me do something I can help us both escape".
"Anything", Ryou said trustingly.
Bakura then took over Ryou's body. Ryou was shoved into the back of his mind. It was like sitting at the movies. He could hear and see everything going on but do nothing about it. It made him really scared.
"Bakura! What's going on", He asked scared.
"We are escaping", He said and got up off the floor.
