My first Yugioh fic :D Enjoy!
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Ryou's Yami
It was one crisp, autumn night, with leaves of auburn and crimson ruffling in the wind. Ryou, dressed comfortably for the weather, strolled down a pathway through the woods in the park, seeking fresh air at that time of day. He had a typical day at school, being the lonesome wolf of the pack of students roaming the crowded hallways. He enjoyed his time alone, for the reason he was born shy and timid. It wasn't the fact he did not enjoy being around other people and talking, but because his family and him lacked communication, mostly due to the fact he had no more family. Ryou felt as if socializing did not have an importance. The white-haired boy lowered his head as he continued to walk.
Briefly closing his eyes, he held the Millennium Ring tied around his neck closely to his chest. If anything happened to his artifact he would be heartbroken, seeing that Ryou believed it to be his heart and soul. The item was found on one of the expeditions made by Ryou's father, once an archeologist that studied in the pyramids of Egypt. The Ring was the only significant object he possessed to remind him of his father. He cherished it greatly, never removing it from his neck.
Still having one hand on the Eye of the Millennium Ring, the youth stepped in a clearing in the woods. The full moon above him was gleaming, projecting a light far brighter than usual. This startled Ryou, causing him to fall back on the ground. The impact was however, soft. His two hands pressed firmly on the patches of grass on either side of his body. Being in this position the moon could be viewed perfectly. His body suddenly turned numb, causing his head and arms to collapse onto the ground.
At that moment, what appeared to be his Millennium Ring started to shine, reflecting the light rays of the moon. Projected above him was the image of himself, or an older version of himself. Ryou had still to find out that the image did not stand still. The image materialized within several moments, towering above the boy, smirking. The boy pictured to be Ryou was the spirit of the ring.
"Ryou ." the spirit said hoarsely.
Ryou did not dare get up. He was speechless, mesmerized at what had appeared before him, unable to process the chain of events that had happened so miraculously in such little time. While still unable to speak, he felt soreness in his left chest. The pain only increased as he moved his hand over his aching organ. Ryou suddenly realized his Millennium Ring was gone. He glanced upwards at the figure above him, who was wearing his cherished artifact around his neck, smiling.
The minutes that followed were unbearable for Ryou. The throbbing pain had spread itself like a fatal disease to other parts of his body. He only made things worse for himself by shifting his body around in the grass. He could feel his body was failing him. The boy, too busy struggling with the demon corrupting his body did not notice that his alternate ego was the one causing the torment. The spirit all that time was busy mumbling the Egyptian words to the curses that caused Ryou's suffering.
Turning on his side, he reached his right arm for his materialized reflection. He begged with the little bit of strength within him for help, for guidance. The spirit of the ring not only ignored his cry for help but also stared heartlessly at him, clearly satisfied.
"D-don't let me die here, please." Ryou whimpered, with tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Give me.an oath to control you." the spirit finally spoke.
"Anything. please." the boy promised, closing his eyes firmly, hoping to awake from the nightmare.
Unaware of what insanity he had unleashed from his Millennium Ring, he gulped satisfyingly, knowing his torment was over, for the moment.
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Done XD! Comments are welcome: D
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Ryou's Yami
It was one crisp, autumn night, with leaves of auburn and crimson ruffling in the wind. Ryou, dressed comfortably for the weather, strolled down a pathway through the woods in the park, seeking fresh air at that time of day. He had a typical day at school, being the lonesome wolf of the pack of students roaming the crowded hallways. He enjoyed his time alone, for the reason he was born shy and timid. It wasn't the fact he did not enjoy being around other people and talking, but because his family and him lacked communication, mostly due to the fact he had no more family. Ryou felt as if socializing did not have an importance. The white-haired boy lowered his head as he continued to walk.
Briefly closing his eyes, he held the Millennium Ring tied around his neck closely to his chest. If anything happened to his artifact he would be heartbroken, seeing that Ryou believed it to be his heart and soul. The item was found on one of the expeditions made by Ryou's father, once an archeologist that studied in the pyramids of Egypt. The Ring was the only significant object he possessed to remind him of his father. He cherished it greatly, never removing it from his neck.
Still having one hand on the Eye of the Millennium Ring, the youth stepped in a clearing in the woods. The full moon above him was gleaming, projecting a light far brighter than usual. This startled Ryou, causing him to fall back on the ground. The impact was however, soft. His two hands pressed firmly on the patches of grass on either side of his body. Being in this position the moon could be viewed perfectly. His body suddenly turned numb, causing his head and arms to collapse onto the ground.
At that moment, what appeared to be his Millennium Ring started to shine, reflecting the light rays of the moon. Projected above him was the image of himself, or an older version of himself. Ryou had still to find out that the image did not stand still. The image materialized within several moments, towering above the boy, smirking. The boy pictured to be Ryou was the spirit of the ring.
"Ryou ." the spirit said hoarsely.
Ryou did not dare get up. He was speechless, mesmerized at what had appeared before him, unable to process the chain of events that had happened so miraculously in such little time. While still unable to speak, he felt soreness in his left chest. The pain only increased as he moved his hand over his aching organ. Ryou suddenly realized his Millennium Ring was gone. He glanced upwards at the figure above him, who was wearing his cherished artifact around his neck, smiling.
The minutes that followed were unbearable for Ryou. The throbbing pain had spread itself like a fatal disease to other parts of his body. He only made things worse for himself by shifting his body around in the grass. He could feel his body was failing him. The boy, too busy struggling with the demon corrupting his body did not notice that his alternate ego was the one causing the torment. The spirit all that time was busy mumbling the Egyptian words to the curses that caused Ryou's suffering.
Turning on his side, he reached his right arm for his materialized reflection. He begged with the little bit of strength within him for help, for guidance. The spirit of the ring not only ignored his cry for help but also stared heartlessly at him, clearly satisfied.
"D-don't let me die here, please." Ryou whimpered, with tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Give me.an oath to control you." the spirit finally spoke.
"Anything. please." the boy promised, closing his eyes firmly, hoping to awake from the nightmare.
Unaware of what insanity he had unleashed from his Millennium Ring, he gulped satisfyingly, knowing his torment was over, for the moment.
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Done XD! Comments are welcome: D