Chapter 3
A/N- It's short yes but I'm trying to update about once a month so they'll probably keep being short. Kay, and thank you all my lovely jubbly reviewers! You get cyber candyfloss! And without further ado here's… the disclaimer!?
I saw the YuGiOh rights up for sale on eBay but someone else got it. What was their name? Kazuki Takahashi? Yeah that was it. In other words I don't own it.
Bakura hearing other peoples thoughts
Characters thoughts.
As silent as the shadows, Bakura leapt from rooftop to rooftop looking for the abnormal hum. Being a telepath he could hear everyone's thoughts and usually they sounded the same and blended together into one incoherent drone. This one however stood out like an electric guitar amongst violins and it was annoying him. He wanted to make the frigging noise shut up, so he could sleep. Quite frankly, he had no idea how to do it- without killing the person, that was.
Bakura's mind began to drift into unfamiliar territory. Speculation. He didn't do it often, he always made plans but he didn't think about multiple scenarios. For him there was only two. Finish it and live or fail and die.
Who was the person who stood out so much? Why did he or she stand out so much? Bakura ran without knowing where he was going, following the strange tone. He stopped running when he reached a small street filled with apartments. He peered inside the windows, wondering what normal people were doing at this time. For most windows the answer was obvious- sleeping. What he would be doing if the tone wasn't making it impossible for him to sleep. Some weren't though.
In the sixth window a teenage boy was sitting at a desk, in front of a thick textbook filled with meaningless numbers and letters.
What is the point of algebra?!
Bakura agreed- who needed to know what weird sentences meant anyway?
The sixteenth window held two girls screaming at each other, their words slurred and actions dull.
Ugh! She's such a bitch
Bakura rolled his eyes upon finding out the cause of the argument- one of them had broken a pair of shoes belonging to the other
What petty things these mortals care about.
A few windows along a teenager with dark hair was reading a manga, completely absorbed the hero's adventures. Every once in a while she would gasp or smile, depending on what had happened.
I wonder how Kurama keeps his hair like that…
Bakura raised an eyebrow at that comment- she did realise that he was just a drawing on paper right?
OMFG he's got his Rose Whip!
The next few windows were boarded up and no thoughts echoed from them. The closer he came to the end of the street that louder the strange tone became. His mental scan brought him to the third last apartment on the street. Bakura looked into the window, which was bolted from the inside.
Smart person
The room held a dark haired teenager inside it- asleep like any sane person. He didn't seem to be too relaxed though- he was tossing and turning like he was in a nightmare. Bakura put his hand to the teenagers head and ignoring the panicked thoughts that flowed through his mind sent waves of pure nothingness. The teenager stopped struggling and faded into blissful sleep.
R&R please!