"Are you alright?"
The person lifted half-lidded eyes to seek his own, faded grey peeking out from dirty bangs.
The boy gasped. This captive person was his tormenter in his past life. But why was he imprisoned? Wasn't he in control?
The man gave a loud groan and went slack, earning a cry of pain when the chains pulled back on his arms.
"Who are you? Back again, cursed demon? Haven't you had enough of torturing me for today?"
Ryou had to take a step back to comprehend his situation. This imprisoned man was half blind and obviously out of his wits. What was he to do?
"Speak, demon!"
"I am no demon! A far cry from a spawn of Hell! Who are you?"
The man looked up again to seek mahogany, the crazed, almost feral gleam in his steel-colored eyes fading slightly, leaving distrust and wariness in it's wake.
"Y-you resemble the demon's chosen white form... yet you do not speak with the same voice as he... who are you, child?"
The boy bristled a little at being called a child, but soon forgot it in his surprise at the weakness in the man's tone. He had heard his voice before, only in his hayday, the man's voice had carried an immense amount of strength and authority and even arrogance, but almost never weakness.
"I-i am Ryou Bakura, the 'demons' current host. And I know a little of who you are, King of Thieves. But I don't know your name."