A Sweet Voice- Chapter 2 "Who are you?"
He was walking. Didn't know where he was going, and didn't know what happened for what it looks like hours has passed. Bakura remained to walk forward in a straight line and never looking back. His whole body was functioning as if it was set on autopilot, for his mind remained blank. But as he slowly took over, the room began to be clear. He could hear mumbles, he could see figures around him moving in the same direction as him, he could even feel a cold breeze at the end of the path.
The voices became clear and Bakura managed to hear someone at the front of the line. His or her voice was annoying; it was loud and made an echo effect. Yet, as the figure spoke, Bakura managed to catch different languages been played at the same time.
"Alright stand clear everybody, we know there's no much room here right now, but that doesn't mean you can push each other."
As Bakura looked around, he saw people of different origins. None was distinguishable to Bakura, but as he tried to dig deep within his memories to find any face of his village, a shriek within him blocked him. Bakura collapsed, and people begun to move around him.
Damn it…DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!
Bakura fisted at the ground several times. He could not get past the shriek, nor get closer to remember any faces of Kul Elna. Why couldn't he?
"Sir, do stand up. The door is about to close." The Guide held the thief's arm to help him stand up. Bakura remained his gaze on the ground as the figure continued to speak. "Any nausea or sickness that you're experiencing will recover as soon as you step outside" assured the Guide. They walked a few steps until reaching the other side. As Bakura managed to move one foot over the other, the Guide waved behind him,
"Do enjoy your stay."
And just like that, the door closed behind him. Bakura raised his head and for the first time, he saw a place. Not a room of total darkness or a hallway of pure white. The sky was mixes of purples and blues, and clear grassy hills everywhere. The land was covered in beautiful yet odd-looking plants not from Earth. However, the rich peaceful landscape was not enough to bring sense into Bakura. His mind was elsewhere, thinking what has become of him. He could not even hear someone calling to him.
"Hey, I know you!"
Bakura remained blank and ignored the voice from behind. He moved forward to find a place to rest. A place where he could be alone… as he was used to doing through all these years.
….
From up a hill, a lone tree sat in the middle of the ground, which was a perfect place to rest. Shit, Bakura thought as he forgot to mark the tree for how many days he thinks it has passed. Bakura didn't remembered how much he slept, since he realized that there was no concept of time in this realm.
"Hey! I've been looking all over for you!", cried a voice. Bakura opened his eyes and saw a small person throwing pebbles at him, "Prepare yourself!"
The rocks proved ineffective, but only managed to hit Bakura's patience. Bakura stood up and held on the wrist of the child from stopping its attacks.
"Let me go! I'll tell Mom on you!" threatened the child, in which Bakura smirked in response, "Don't you mean, 'or I'll tell my mom?'" The kid held out her tongue, "I know what I meant".
Bakura laughed maniacally as he walks to the edge of the hill with the kid in hand. The child stopped to struggle when she realized that the Egyptian was about to drop her off the hill. "How's a brat like you ended up here anyways?" asked the thief, in which the child responded mockingly, "Same thing applies to you, Ring Ghost!"
The name shocked Bakura and his hand lost its hold on the child. Luckily, he manged to grabbed her in time and dropped her besides him. Bakura watched this strange child standing up, brushing whatever dirt was caught on her yellow dress.
"What…did you call me?"
"Don't play dumb with me, I know who you are, so you know who I am!"
The child had her hand clutched on her hips as Bakura tried to make sense of this. She looks around 9 or 12 years old. She wore a bright yellow dress with a red ribbon around her neck. Her hair is white but with a hint of green, and her voice…while sweet, had an irritating mouth that was enough to piss him off.
The child was obviously waiting for Bakura to name her. Yet, he remained blank for a long period of time. Her face turned from annoyed to an expression of fear, as she felt she did not existed within the thief's world. She puts her head down and reached something within her pockets of her dress. Her voice was now quieter.
"Well…I don't think we actually met face to face but…" she raised her hand at Bakura, revealing an opened letter, "I heard much about you through his writing".
Something in Bakura clicked and knew right away the identity of this child,
"…. You're Amane."
The girl was lost in words for a second, but then her face lit up at the thief's discovery. Bakura did not expressed the same reaction, and instead took a step behind him as he tried to walk away from the child. You must be kidding me. No way in Hell is this kid here with me!
Memories came flooding back at Bakura, the times with Ryou Bakura, whose name he stole. Going through the times he manipulated him, the times where he felt dominant and in control would have felt as a fun nostalgia trip for the thief. Yet, the feelings he felt going through those memories again, had a strong taste of guilt on his tongue. His hands clutched tightly against this new feeling. Crimson liquid poured from his palm as Amane notices, "Hey, you're hurting yourself…". Bakura looks over his hand, he did not feel the pain or the blood he caused. The wound in his hand quickly vanished in sight. He responds in bitter anger,"…What is this?"
"You can't really hurt or die here. We're in the Afterlife, silly-"
"FUCK!"
Amane backs away, remembering the descriptions that Ryou had left her about the Spirit standing in front of her. Her body shook in fear, yet she uttered one last sentence to the thief.
"You really shouldn't be here…"
"GO AWAY!"
Bakura swung his arm to try to scare the girl. Amane's eyes begun to pour as she ran away from the Spirit. Bakura was left standing on the hill alone. His hand was rubbing the other of where the wound was supposed to sit.
"…I really shouldn't be here…"
