'Kura Alone Chapter One - The Reasons Why.
"Tell me… Have you ever heard the name of the village of Kul Elna?"
"Is there a monster in his soul as well?"
"There might be… Although for a mere thief... Low level… Weak monster…"
"Law and order? Don't make me laugh! The Sennen Items were created by death!"
"Kukukuku… What is evil? By your justice, as long as I'm loyal, that's enough to make me good?"
"How… This is impossible!"
"You know why? Because I've transcended beyond the level of a stupid criminal – because I'm the King of Thieves!" (1)
Bakura Touzoukuou snapped awake, narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the low bunk above him. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his head hurt, his hands were clammy and he swore under his breath in words that no five year old should know. It was just that dream again.
Brooding silently for the benefit of the three boys he shared a room with, he threw off his duvet and padded swiftly out the door. Keeping to the shadows came naturally to him, so he managed to get to his destination without making a sound. He was soundless and invisible in the depths of the night.
Sighing deeply, an action which made him seem far older than his five and a half years, he absent-mindedly kicked open the door to the roof and sat down onto the cold concrete, his snowy-white hair blowing freely in the breeze. Breathing in and breathing out again, he watched in fascination as his breath misted and floated away into the starry sky. Despite his apparent Egyptian background and his love of the heat, the cold didn't seem to affect him as much as everyone else. It was one of the many mysteries that confounded the people taking care of him, if not one of the many mysteries that confounded anyone who knew him by name.
He smirked slightly. Well, what could he say? He loved to keep people guessing. Though if he was to be perfectly honest a small part of him was getting sick of it. He wasn't quite sure how large that part was though, and that same part also wondered just how much of the act was actually him and not something which seemed to follow him around twenty-four-seven. He wasn't going to ask what had people so confused though, because for the most part he knew what had them so bemused, scared, and in some cases, hateful.
Those dreams, for one thing.
He scowled, again an action which seemed out of place on his young face. For the last year he had been plagued with two recurring nightmares, both with themes that seemed to be out of a fantasy movie (in the case of the first one) or a horror movie (in the case of the second). The first one happened to be the one he'd just had, and on the whole, he was kind of glad that that was so. Mature for his age he might be, but there were some things that five year olds couldn't begin to understand, and that dream full of a RPG board game, shadows, hatred and a strange boy named Ryou was not something he would wish on anybody, not even the people that poked fun at him at school and his so called home. Even though Ryou looked a whole less threatening than the man with a scar and the monster in the fantasy dream, the one that called himself the King Of Thieves. Sighing irritably, he supposed that beggars can't be choosers. (2)
He could either have a dream with one scary thing in it and the rest of it being reasonably okay, or a dream that was totally scary with one harmless-looking teenage boy in it. Standing up, he scooped up a pebble from the ground and threw it violently over the edge. Either way he was damned, and he didn't even know why he was thinking those thoughts to himself. Though there was no one around, he always hated to appear weak, or anyone other than the usual mask he hid behind, the-five-year-old-that-is-always-silent-with-the-freakish-white-hair-and-tanned-skin-that-is-going-to-kill-you-now-if-you-don't-look-away mask. (3)
Hey, at least it was something he had no trouble doing. It usually stopped people from getting close to him as well.
Sitting back down again, he no trouble thinking up the other reasons as to why everyone found him unusual. Though he hadn't been formally told this, enough listening at keyholes and searching through files with a far better understanding of the English language than anyone else his age possessed had given him a rough idea of his past before the orphanage. Abandoned three years ago at the doorstep of the very building he was in right now, with nothing but clothes and a note saying his name and age. Or, he assumed that it was his name, but at any rate he loved it even if it wasn't his real one. The manner in which he had been abandoned was hasty, almost seemingly chucked onto the ground with no concern for his safety or wellbeing, and when examined by a doctor apparently he'd been drugged, drugged repeatedly over a period of three days.
When the police got involved they couldn't find out where his family was either. It was almost as if he'd been taken to England just for the purpose of being abandoned there, and the person responsible had simply scarpered afterwards. (4)
Bakura snorted. At least the person had been scared or had enough sense not to stick around. That was far more than he could say for everyone else that seemed to dislike him (5). Huffing, which actually looked quite comical when coupled with his insanely cute PJs, he stood up abruptly. All this thinking was making his head hurt, and while he hated learning basic maths and playing with toys at school, which was all someone his age was supposed to be doing, he knew better than most that it was far less painless if you weren't in pain yourself. So with that final thought in mind, he walked back indoors and climbed into bed with a yawn. The clock read five-am.
As he slammed the door behind him a star flashed across the sky. Maybe the day ahead wouldn't be so painful after all... Or maybe the whole wish-on-a-falling-star thing is a redundant, over-rated, pointless waste of time. Either way his day would be more interesting. (6)
(1) - All said by Thief King Bakura, Atemu, and Siamun respectively, and copyrighted to Kazuki Takahashi.
(2) - Foreshadowing! Even though you won't understand it yet, and you're probably all WTF-ing at this point.... XD
(3) - Umm... Best not to ask...
(4) - He doesn't know how true that is...
(5) - It seems to be a curse, right? Let's all hug Bakura!
(6) - Cliche alert... But we get them a lot, so why not?
I realise that not many things will make sense right now... But I give full credit to one of the main ideas behind this storyline to esama, the author of "Bit of a Change." However, it only happens to Bakura, the storyline is different, and I'll try to stay clear of all the main cliches that are present in this section... Though you have to understand in order to mix stuff up the story WILL seems slightly cliche-ish... Ahhh I'm just confusing myself. Hopefully the Harry Potter side will come into play next chapter, if you couldn't already tell because of the ending... XD.
And before I forget, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter. Insert catchy disclaimer here.
