I know I have some sort of order that I say I'll put my stories in, but I'm
really spontaneous, so I have an idea—I'll post my Yoko story and this
story and whichever gets the most reviews after each first chapter is the
one I'll be more consistent with. If you want the opposite story to be
updated, just review it more, and I may get the message. Stupid way to work
things, but I like both stories a lot. So, without further ado, the
disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. I have joint custody of Sakura and Ayari
with my friend, and I own Sarah. Ka Saraha's name is sort of borrowed from
Sad Eyed Tenshi, but her personality is totally my idea.
The Thief of Time
Chapter 1: Haunting past
"Yami, I'm home!" "I'm not your yami, Sakura!" "Oh, just eat your fudge-sickle and be happy."
Sakura threw me my ice cream. I instantly tore into it like a rabid animal. Chocolate fascinated me. Many things did, after I got off of my world conquest steal-the-millennium-items bit. Who thought that some things in this pathetic world were actually worth looking at?
"No chocolate in Ancient Egypt, eh, Yami Bakura?" Sakura said, interrupting my current train of thought.
"Of course not!" I replied, matter-of –factly. I took another bite of the frozen delicacy, then put a hand to my head.
"Ra, its cold! Brr!!"
"It's called brain freeze. Course, you actually need a brain to freeze," she told me. I snorted angrily. "By the way, when are you gonna let Baku back out? I've had to do his homework with mine for two days."
It was true. She looked frazzled. I put my arms behind my head and sighed as I leaned back.
"I don't know. I don't feel comfortable in my soul room, or his school, so get used to it for a while," I said, irritated. I was chewing the Popsicle stick, now bare. Lucky for her, I was in a better mood than it was my right to be for how depressed I was. Not "hate pain and blood" depression, just everyday heightened Yami Bakura depression. Feelings. I'd gotten more in touch with them since after I lost it all. Still, I had been in a good nature ever since I'd met Sarah. However, deep inside, I felt strange. Torn. Still being torn in two directions. Sarah. Ryou and Sakura. Sarah. Ryou and Sakura. Sarah. Sakura...
I felt like slime. Lower than slime. I...well...I liked Sakura a bit. And now my old wife was back. Back to haunt me...
"Yami Bakura, are you okay?"
I snapped to attention.
"What?!" I snarled. She recoiled slightly. "Sorry," I muttered.
"That's okay. And just so you know it's not your fault about what's going on."
Oh, shit! That's right! She had twin ESP with Ryou. However it worked, she could do it with me a little too.
"You can tell me, Yami Bakura. I told you about me before Ryou was sick. Tell me about you."
I looked at her sideways.
"About me? Why the hell do you want to know?"
"Because," she replied, "I care about you. Check this: it is clinically proven that people who let out their feelings are actually stronger than those who keep their feelings in. That's why you were so much of a jerk before. All that hate... all that impatience..."
The popsicle stick drooped down a bit, and I knew my eyes mirrored surprised.
"Ryou needs to pee. I shall return," I muttered.
Like she believed me. It was partially true though.
I leaned over the sink on my elbows and stared at myself in the mirror. For a moment, I saw myself, my old self. My lip curled in disgust. I had pride in my job and most of my actions that I shouldn't be proud of; I was a tomb robber, a chronic liar, an asshole, and a bad husband. I hated being a bad husband. It made me feel filthy. Yeah, dirty.
"Okay, Yami Bakura. no more raw steak for you," I told myself. "Not if it makes you think like this..."
Raw steak is good, other than the fact that today I have to throw it up, not Ryou. That sucks like a vacuum. Bad pun for a bad guy, huh? Well, blow me! Anyway, so I puked. I don't like it, and there's reasons for that, but they're not any of your business. After that I peed and came back out, grumpy, but slightly more refreshed.
"Feel better?" Sakura asked.
"Yeah," I grunted.
"Good. So start doling out them secrets!"
"Wha—I never said..."
"Just do it," she snapped ever so slightly. "I guarantee it'll make you feel better."
I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, what the hell? If it shuts your trap..."
Concentrating my power and with a snap of my fingers, we were in Ryou's heart.
"Wow, spiffy!" she said brightly.
Suddenly, Bakura busted out of his soul room, me of course being in his range of fire.
"YAAAGHHH!!"
"Oof!"
He landed on top of me, knocking me senseless.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Yami."
"No problem, heh..." I slurred stupidly. With a doglike shake of my head to clear my thoughts, I growled angrily at him. My right eye had lost visibility, and soon his would too.
"Yami Bakura, let me see..."
Sakura's hand came into my view. Crossing my arms, I turned away from it.
"Leave. Me. Alone," I said, slow enough for even her small brain to comprehend.
"Just let me..."
I snapped at her hand like a wolf.
"Hey!! Ooh, you're impossible!"
"Oh, fine!" I practically yelled, turning in her direction so she could see my eye.
"Ah, you'll live, given your pain tolerance. Let's go."
I rolled my good eye in irritation. Was I that easy to read?
As we approached my soul room, I about-faced to them, blocking my door.
"This is where I will leave you. I am about to allow you entrance into my unconscious mind. Retrieve my memories and view them to—dare I say—your leisure. Don't comment on the décor, don't comment on the plainness. And try not to break anything; you'll give me brain damage."
"Okay, we'll be careful," Sakura told me.
I disappeared from their sight. Before I became unconscious, I hoped I wouldn't overreact if they struck some sort of chord in my past life. I actually didn't want to have to hurt them...
Beautiful ending of the chapter at last! Hallelujah! No more of my horrible writing until I update. You lovely people know the drill: R&R!!
The Thief of Time
Chapter 1: Haunting past
"Yami, I'm home!" "I'm not your yami, Sakura!" "Oh, just eat your fudge-sickle and be happy."
Sakura threw me my ice cream. I instantly tore into it like a rabid animal. Chocolate fascinated me. Many things did, after I got off of my world conquest steal-the-millennium-items bit. Who thought that some things in this pathetic world were actually worth looking at?
"No chocolate in Ancient Egypt, eh, Yami Bakura?" Sakura said, interrupting my current train of thought.
"Of course not!" I replied, matter-of –factly. I took another bite of the frozen delicacy, then put a hand to my head.
"Ra, its cold! Brr!!"
"It's called brain freeze. Course, you actually need a brain to freeze," she told me. I snorted angrily. "By the way, when are you gonna let Baku back out? I've had to do his homework with mine for two days."
It was true. She looked frazzled. I put my arms behind my head and sighed as I leaned back.
"I don't know. I don't feel comfortable in my soul room, or his school, so get used to it for a while," I said, irritated. I was chewing the Popsicle stick, now bare. Lucky for her, I was in a better mood than it was my right to be for how depressed I was. Not "hate pain and blood" depression, just everyday heightened Yami Bakura depression. Feelings. I'd gotten more in touch with them since after I lost it all. Still, I had been in a good nature ever since I'd met Sarah. However, deep inside, I felt strange. Torn. Still being torn in two directions. Sarah. Ryou and Sakura. Sarah. Ryou and Sakura. Sarah. Sakura...
I felt like slime. Lower than slime. I...well...I liked Sakura a bit. And now my old wife was back. Back to haunt me...
"Yami Bakura, are you okay?"
I snapped to attention.
"What?!" I snarled. She recoiled slightly. "Sorry," I muttered.
"That's okay. And just so you know it's not your fault about what's going on."
Oh, shit! That's right! She had twin ESP with Ryou. However it worked, she could do it with me a little too.
"You can tell me, Yami Bakura. I told you about me before Ryou was sick. Tell me about you."
I looked at her sideways.
"About me? Why the hell do you want to know?"
"Because," she replied, "I care about you. Check this: it is clinically proven that people who let out their feelings are actually stronger than those who keep their feelings in. That's why you were so much of a jerk before. All that hate... all that impatience..."
The popsicle stick drooped down a bit, and I knew my eyes mirrored surprised.
"Ryou needs to pee. I shall return," I muttered.
Like she believed me. It was partially true though.
I leaned over the sink on my elbows and stared at myself in the mirror. For a moment, I saw myself, my old self. My lip curled in disgust. I had pride in my job and most of my actions that I shouldn't be proud of; I was a tomb robber, a chronic liar, an asshole, and a bad husband. I hated being a bad husband. It made me feel filthy. Yeah, dirty.
"Okay, Yami Bakura. no more raw steak for you," I told myself. "Not if it makes you think like this..."
Raw steak is good, other than the fact that today I have to throw it up, not Ryou. That sucks like a vacuum. Bad pun for a bad guy, huh? Well, blow me! Anyway, so I puked. I don't like it, and there's reasons for that, but they're not any of your business. After that I peed and came back out, grumpy, but slightly more refreshed.
"Feel better?" Sakura asked.
"Yeah," I grunted.
"Good. So start doling out them secrets!"
"Wha—I never said..."
"Just do it," she snapped ever so slightly. "I guarantee it'll make you feel better."
I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, what the hell? If it shuts your trap..."
Concentrating my power and with a snap of my fingers, we were in Ryou's heart.
"Wow, spiffy!" she said brightly.
Suddenly, Bakura busted out of his soul room, me of course being in his range of fire.
"YAAAGHHH!!"
"Oof!"
He landed on top of me, knocking me senseless.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Yami."
"No problem, heh..." I slurred stupidly. With a doglike shake of my head to clear my thoughts, I growled angrily at him. My right eye had lost visibility, and soon his would too.
"Yami Bakura, let me see..."
Sakura's hand came into my view. Crossing my arms, I turned away from it.
"Leave. Me. Alone," I said, slow enough for even her small brain to comprehend.
"Just let me..."
I snapped at her hand like a wolf.
"Hey!! Ooh, you're impossible!"
"Oh, fine!" I practically yelled, turning in her direction so she could see my eye.
"Ah, you'll live, given your pain tolerance. Let's go."
I rolled my good eye in irritation. Was I that easy to read?
As we approached my soul room, I about-faced to them, blocking my door.
"This is where I will leave you. I am about to allow you entrance into my unconscious mind. Retrieve my memories and view them to—dare I say—your leisure. Don't comment on the décor, don't comment on the plainness. And try not to break anything; you'll give me brain damage."
"Okay, we'll be careful," Sakura told me.
I disappeared from their sight. Before I became unconscious, I hoped I wouldn't overreact if they struck some sort of chord in my past life. I actually didn't want to have to hurt them...
Beautiful ending of the chapter at last! Hallelujah! No more of my horrible writing until I update. You lovely people know the drill: R&R!!