The Other Half (Of Me)
Chapter 7 - Memories
(Disclaimer in my profile...)
Yep! That's right! I'm back and better than ever! grins I was talking to my newfound boyfriend, online, and I realized that I had lots of ideas for this story again.
As well as other stories. I've finally found time to update a lot more often.
But my schedule is still quite busy. With all the school/home work, art lessons, clarinet lessons, and the job I'm going to get.
I think I can update this story once a week, that might be easy enough to handle!
You can hate me, if you want, for not updating for the longest time. But I have good reasons for not updating.
Reasons: Friends' mom died, homework, computer problems, art/clarinet lessons, lack of time on computer, somewhat depressed attitude for a while, thoughts about life(what it's about, how I fit into the world, if I'm important enough to even be here, etc.), and lack of ideas for this story. As you can see, a long list(there were other reasons, but... I'll just leave it at that for now.)
And this story marks the beginning of my uploading/updating frenzy. I'll be updating ALL of my stories(except the finished ones, of course.) now. -
My energy has been renewed by the Pocky that I have obtained from a store near my clarinet lessons! YAY! Ir-Ben, it's called, I think. It's an awesome store. Full of anime and j-treats. Mmmmm, I got some Ramune candies and Hi Chew, too. But they didn't have any Ramune drinks(the glass bottle ones, anyway), which was disappointing.
On with the kawaii-ness! I hope you like this chapter, I tried hard to make it a good one.
Ryou yawned and stretched as he rolled over onto his side. He was lying in bed, fully clothed. He was getting into an awful habit of doing that, lately. He wasn't very happy with himself for doing it, but he had been quite tired lately. He rubbed his eyes and rolled onto his back once more.
Weird things had been happening to himself for the past few days. First he had gotten a special gift from his dad from Egypt. It was a beautiful golden Egyptian item. Which was later given the name the 'Millennium Ring' by his two new friends that he had met the very same day. They told his its history, and he had been a little reluctant at first to believe them, but now he was willing to believe anything. Except, maybe, it somebody told him he'd won a million dollars over the phone. He wasn't that gullible. Then he met Bakura, a King of Thieves from the same Era as the Millennium Ring and an evil Pharaoh who was overthrown by his own son, Yami, who became Pharaoh Yami. It was so much to take in at once, but he had managed pretty well. But his body didn't appreciate the lack of sleeping, and he had gotten sick as punishment. He felt much better, at least.
Now not a moment went by when he wasn't thinking about Bakura, his new guest. He'd had strange dreams of the boy for some time now, only he hadn't realized it until a while after they met. Now the dreams became more and more vivid each time his eyes closed and he fell into unconsciousness. Just once he wanted to have a dreamless sleep, so he could give his mind a break. Different visions of different people and even himself from a different time somewhere in a desert often filled his mind. He didn't know what to think of all of it. They seemed liked memories, but they were so distant that they seemed almost like long-forgotten fantasies or random thoughts and ideas intertwining to create beautiful pictures in his mind. He would give anything to just stop thinking about Egypt for one second. Just one second, that's all he wanted. To be away from everything, go back to before, like nothing had ever happened. But he was out of luck. It wasn't as if he hated everything that was happening, he just disliked being forced to think and see the same things over and over again. It was starting to give him a headache.
He blinked a few times, then stared up at the ceiling. He was so tired, and his body needed the sleep after being so sick. But he didn't want to sleep. He didn't want to see those dreams anymore. Every time he woke up in a cold sweat, with tears running down his face. He sighed, and closed his eyes again.
Another image passed by his eyes, startling him. It was different than the others. He had seen several people doing something, all looking around. He focused on the image, and suddenly he felt as though he was being sucked into the event. Everything got warmer, and he could hear the voices of three males. A faint sound of wind was in the background. He frowned, and focused on the voices. Suddenly he was standing in the middle of who-knew-where, staring at three men who were wearing long black robes and fabrics that covered their faces. They were looking down at something. Or rather someone.
Ryou opened his mouth to speak, but felt somewhat paralyzed. He got scared, and started to panic. He wanted very much to be back in his room, staring up at the ceiling.
"Yep, this looks like the one."
"You sure? He looks a lot younger and smaller..."
"Yeah, I'm definitely sure. You know any other albinos in Egypt?"
"No, good point. Should we take him back to the Pharaoh?"
"Nah, why bother? He's dead. Dead people don't pose a threat."
"What about zombies? He could become a zombie, and then-"
"A necrophiliacs dream, heh heh."
"Don't bring up my wife. Luci isn't the most normal woman in the world. But we love each other. And she loves me."
"Or whoever brings home money for the expenses."
"You two disturb me. We should go back to the Pharaoh and give him our report in person. He won't believe one of us. But three, he will for sure."
The three went silent, and nodded to each other. They walked away from whomever it was, and headed out into the middle of the desert and towards a large and sandy hill.
Ryou suddenly felt the blood rush back to his body, and he stumbled forward, only to trip over two half-covered in robes legs. Pale legs. Ryou caught his balance at the last second, and walked over to the head of the body. When he looked down, he nearly had a heart attack. His face, somewhat sunken in, stared back at him. He was glad that the eyes weren't open. That would creep him out. He inspected the body a little more, and noticed a single white flower stuck in the pale and bony hands that protruded from the robes that were wrapped around his body. He knelt down, and frowned sadly at the face below himself.
Suddenly they wrinkled eyelids shot open, and two bright white and chocolate brown eyes stared up at him, piercing through his skin and penetrating his mind, body, and soul. He stumbled backwards, and struggled to stand up. Two weak arms grabbed his right arm and pulled him down.
"Let me go..." He cried out, terrified at what was going on. He wanted to go back home, to cry into his pillow. What frightened him about what was happening was that it felt very, very real. And he was afraid that it was indeed real. A struggled gasp for air came from the once lifeless body beside him.
"Boy..." The corpse breathed out with much effort. "Do something..." There was another struggled breath, and the arms pulled Ryou closed to the face. Ryou held his breath, and felt tears stinging his own eyes. He was horrified when he was dull, lifeless eyes staring back at him. "Remember!" The last word echoed out throughout his mind, and he didn't realize that he had been let go until he fell backwards and towards the sandy ground just beneath. He closed his eyes. He never hit it. When he reopened his eyes, he was falling in a swirl of colours. He found that if he concentrated hard enough on certain colours, he could see faces and places, mostly in the deserts, and sometimes voices echoed out into the air. After a while the colours became too blurred, and melted together until there was nothing left around him but darkness. That's when his body hit something.
He sat up quickly, his heart racing, and calmed down when he saw his familiar walls staring back at him. He lay back down, and clutched his blankets close to his body. It had seemed so real. The people, what they were talking about, the dead body, falling, the memories... It all started to make sense in that instant. Parts of what had happened, he had seen in his dreams before. And what the men said, they sounded like servants for the Pharaoh or something similar to that. He rubbed the side of his head when a headache made itself known.
His eyes felt heavy with sleep, but he managed to fight it off, not wanting to go back to a place like that in his dreams ever, ever again. He glanced at a clock just beside his bed, and groaned. It was three o'clock. PM. He pulled the blankets around himself, and slowly pushed himself off of his bed. He walked out of his room, down the hall, and down into the kitchen, the blankets around himself dragging slightly on the ground. When he got there he was greeted by the smell of hot chocolate. He smiled when he saw Bakura sitting down at the table, looking down at pictures in a magazine. He was so immersed in the interesting pictures and colours and people that he didn't notice Ryou until he heard the sound of a mug being set down on the table.
Bakura looked up, and watch Ryou sit down in the chair, covered in layers of blankets, with a flushed face. Ryou took a sip of hot chocolate, sighed with relief, and sunk down further into the chair. Bakura looked at him with a blank face.
"What's with the blankets? Are you alright?" His voice was music to Ryou's ears. He liked hearing it better than the voice of a dead person.
"Mmhmm. I'm fine. Just tired and quite lethargic, that's all." He took another sip of the warm substance, and smiled happily. That quickly changed when he remembered what he had been thinking about before. "Bakura... may I ask you a question?"
"Sure." Bakura closed the magazine, and looked up at Ryou. All of his attention was completely focused on the boy. He had a mug of hot chocolate held by both of his hands.
"Well... Um... If you existed thousands of years ago.... And you're here today.... Could that mean that I may have existed as well? I mean, that somebody like me might have been alive when you were? Or does that make any sense at all to you?" Ryou looked down at his mug, and jumped when he heard the sound of another mug being put down on the table, hard. He looked up, and saw that Bakura was staring down at the drink, with an odd look on his face, as if he had seen a ghost or something unbelievable in the cup.
"Bakura...?" He received no answer, and his shoulders slumped forward slightly as he looked down into his own drink. He suddenly felt sick again, and felt bad for taking so much hot chocolate. He still had a half of the cup left. He stole a glance at Bakura for a split second. Bakura looked absolutely miserable. He felt bad for asking, but he saw nothing wrong with his answer at all.
He got up, put the cup in the sink, and suddenly a wave of pain passed over his body, and he started to shiver uncontrollably. He tried to cry out for help, or grab hold of anything to steady himself, but before he could, his body hit the ground, and he passed out, overwhelmed by visions of somebody clutching a smaller body to themselves. When he came to, a blurry thing moved in and out of his view. Finally he shook away the feelings, and everything came back into view. He shivered again when he remembered what he had seen. The same dead body. In a man's arms. Both were extremely pale. With silver hair. He shivered again, and struggled to sit up.
"Ryou, my god! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Are you alright?" Bakura's face came into Ryou's view, and Ryou cried with relief in his mind. He couldn't find his voice to reply, but nodded weakly. "You just fell to the ground. There wasn't any warning. I though you..." He pulled Ryou up into his lap, and held him close. They stared at each other. Finally Ryou felt everything come back to him, and he started to cry. Bakura rocked him back and forth in his lap, and smiled sadly at the boy in his arms.
"I-I keep seeing things." He mumbled after a few minutes. "Like my dreams. But more realistic."
"Seeing things? What things?"
"Like deserts, small towns and villages, pyramids..." He trailed off, and wished he could just forget all of it. He cleared his voice, and continued. "I saw people, too. People wearing scary black outfits, robes, and me. I think I saw myself. And you, too. But I don't understand any of it. I really don't, and I wish I did." He choked back more tears, and closed his eyes.
Both of them stayed silent for some time, content to stay in each others arms, content to be near each other. Content to forget everything altogether, and to focus on the little less important things, like the things that didn't matter. Like their feelings towards one another. Not that they would admit it just yet. Finally, they spoke again.
"You should rest a bit." Bakura carried him back to his bed, but when he tried to leave, Ryou caught his arm.
"Please don't leave me here all alone." One look in his eyes, and Bakura couldn't resist. He sat on the edge of the bed as Ryou drifted off to sleep.
"Sweet dreams, hikari." He chuckled at the old nickname that he had given Ryou many centuries ago. "Sweet dreams."
(I hope that was long enough for everyone )
It's 3 AM right now, so I hope you'll let me get away with not replying to your reviews this time. But I'll update the chapter later on with responses. I give you my word. And if I don't before... oh... let's say... Wednesday, you can e-mail me with nasty comments, or threaten me or something. I'll really try to update a lot more often. I will! smiles
But for now I must sleep. In...seven hours I'll be meeting up with my boyfriend for the first time! I'm so excited and nervous! Wish me luck, everyone! (Let's hope that I can convert him into an Anime fan! That would be great!)
Also: Pocky, Ramune, Hi Chew, and plushies for all! hands them all out
Seeya!
Please R&R
-Sarah Harvey
Chapter 7 - Memories
(Disclaimer in my profile...)
Yep! That's right! I'm back and better than ever! grins I was talking to my newfound boyfriend, online, and I realized that I had lots of ideas for this story again.
As well as other stories. I've finally found time to update a lot more often.
But my schedule is still quite busy. With all the school/home work, art lessons, clarinet lessons, and the job I'm going to get.
I think I can update this story once a week, that might be easy enough to handle!
You can hate me, if you want, for not updating for the longest time. But I have good reasons for not updating.
Reasons: Friends' mom died, homework, computer problems, art/clarinet lessons, lack of time on computer, somewhat depressed attitude for a while, thoughts about life(what it's about, how I fit into the world, if I'm important enough to even be here, etc.), and lack of ideas for this story. As you can see, a long list(there were other reasons, but... I'll just leave it at that for now.)
And this story marks the beginning of my uploading/updating frenzy. I'll be updating ALL of my stories(except the finished ones, of course.) now. -
My energy has been renewed by the Pocky that I have obtained from a store near my clarinet lessons! YAY! Ir-Ben, it's called, I think. It's an awesome store. Full of anime and j-treats. Mmmmm, I got some Ramune candies and Hi Chew, too. But they didn't have any Ramune drinks(the glass bottle ones, anyway), which was disappointing.
On with the kawaii-ness! I hope you like this chapter, I tried hard to make it a good one.
Ryou yawned and stretched as he rolled over onto his side. He was lying in bed, fully clothed. He was getting into an awful habit of doing that, lately. He wasn't very happy with himself for doing it, but he had been quite tired lately. He rubbed his eyes and rolled onto his back once more.
Weird things had been happening to himself for the past few days. First he had gotten a special gift from his dad from Egypt. It was a beautiful golden Egyptian item. Which was later given the name the 'Millennium Ring' by his two new friends that he had met the very same day. They told his its history, and he had been a little reluctant at first to believe them, but now he was willing to believe anything. Except, maybe, it somebody told him he'd won a million dollars over the phone. He wasn't that gullible. Then he met Bakura, a King of Thieves from the same Era as the Millennium Ring and an evil Pharaoh who was overthrown by his own son, Yami, who became Pharaoh Yami. It was so much to take in at once, but he had managed pretty well. But his body didn't appreciate the lack of sleeping, and he had gotten sick as punishment. He felt much better, at least.
Now not a moment went by when he wasn't thinking about Bakura, his new guest. He'd had strange dreams of the boy for some time now, only he hadn't realized it until a while after they met. Now the dreams became more and more vivid each time his eyes closed and he fell into unconsciousness. Just once he wanted to have a dreamless sleep, so he could give his mind a break. Different visions of different people and even himself from a different time somewhere in a desert often filled his mind. He didn't know what to think of all of it. They seemed liked memories, but they were so distant that they seemed almost like long-forgotten fantasies or random thoughts and ideas intertwining to create beautiful pictures in his mind. He would give anything to just stop thinking about Egypt for one second. Just one second, that's all he wanted. To be away from everything, go back to before, like nothing had ever happened. But he was out of luck. It wasn't as if he hated everything that was happening, he just disliked being forced to think and see the same things over and over again. It was starting to give him a headache.
He blinked a few times, then stared up at the ceiling. He was so tired, and his body needed the sleep after being so sick. But he didn't want to sleep. He didn't want to see those dreams anymore. Every time he woke up in a cold sweat, with tears running down his face. He sighed, and closed his eyes again.
Another image passed by his eyes, startling him. It was different than the others. He had seen several people doing something, all looking around. He focused on the image, and suddenly he felt as though he was being sucked into the event. Everything got warmer, and he could hear the voices of three males. A faint sound of wind was in the background. He frowned, and focused on the voices. Suddenly he was standing in the middle of who-knew-where, staring at three men who were wearing long black robes and fabrics that covered their faces. They were looking down at something. Or rather someone.
Ryou opened his mouth to speak, but felt somewhat paralyzed. He got scared, and started to panic. He wanted very much to be back in his room, staring up at the ceiling.
"Yep, this looks like the one."
"You sure? He looks a lot younger and smaller..."
"Yeah, I'm definitely sure. You know any other albinos in Egypt?"
"No, good point. Should we take him back to the Pharaoh?"
"Nah, why bother? He's dead. Dead people don't pose a threat."
"What about zombies? He could become a zombie, and then-"
"A necrophiliacs dream, heh heh."
"Don't bring up my wife. Luci isn't the most normal woman in the world. But we love each other. And she loves me."
"Or whoever brings home money for the expenses."
"You two disturb me. We should go back to the Pharaoh and give him our report in person. He won't believe one of us. But three, he will for sure."
The three went silent, and nodded to each other. They walked away from whomever it was, and headed out into the middle of the desert and towards a large and sandy hill.
Ryou suddenly felt the blood rush back to his body, and he stumbled forward, only to trip over two half-covered in robes legs. Pale legs. Ryou caught his balance at the last second, and walked over to the head of the body. When he looked down, he nearly had a heart attack. His face, somewhat sunken in, stared back at him. He was glad that the eyes weren't open. That would creep him out. He inspected the body a little more, and noticed a single white flower stuck in the pale and bony hands that protruded from the robes that were wrapped around his body. He knelt down, and frowned sadly at the face below himself.
Suddenly they wrinkled eyelids shot open, and two bright white and chocolate brown eyes stared up at him, piercing through his skin and penetrating his mind, body, and soul. He stumbled backwards, and struggled to stand up. Two weak arms grabbed his right arm and pulled him down.
"Let me go..." He cried out, terrified at what was going on. He wanted to go back home, to cry into his pillow. What frightened him about what was happening was that it felt very, very real. And he was afraid that it was indeed real. A struggled gasp for air came from the once lifeless body beside him.
"Boy..." The corpse breathed out with much effort. "Do something..." There was another struggled breath, and the arms pulled Ryou closed to the face. Ryou held his breath, and felt tears stinging his own eyes. He was horrified when he was dull, lifeless eyes staring back at him. "Remember!" The last word echoed out throughout his mind, and he didn't realize that he had been let go until he fell backwards and towards the sandy ground just beneath. He closed his eyes. He never hit it. When he reopened his eyes, he was falling in a swirl of colours. He found that if he concentrated hard enough on certain colours, he could see faces and places, mostly in the deserts, and sometimes voices echoed out into the air. After a while the colours became too blurred, and melted together until there was nothing left around him but darkness. That's when his body hit something.
He sat up quickly, his heart racing, and calmed down when he saw his familiar walls staring back at him. He lay back down, and clutched his blankets close to his body. It had seemed so real. The people, what they were talking about, the dead body, falling, the memories... It all started to make sense in that instant. Parts of what had happened, he had seen in his dreams before. And what the men said, they sounded like servants for the Pharaoh or something similar to that. He rubbed the side of his head when a headache made itself known.
His eyes felt heavy with sleep, but he managed to fight it off, not wanting to go back to a place like that in his dreams ever, ever again. He glanced at a clock just beside his bed, and groaned. It was three o'clock. PM. He pulled the blankets around himself, and slowly pushed himself off of his bed. He walked out of his room, down the hall, and down into the kitchen, the blankets around himself dragging slightly on the ground. When he got there he was greeted by the smell of hot chocolate. He smiled when he saw Bakura sitting down at the table, looking down at pictures in a magazine. He was so immersed in the interesting pictures and colours and people that he didn't notice Ryou until he heard the sound of a mug being set down on the table.
Bakura looked up, and watch Ryou sit down in the chair, covered in layers of blankets, with a flushed face. Ryou took a sip of hot chocolate, sighed with relief, and sunk down further into the chair. Bakura looked at him with a blank face.
"What's with the blankets? Are you alright?" His voice was music to Ryou's ears. He liked hearing it better than the voice of a dead person.
"Mmhmm. I'm fine. Just tired and quite lethargic, that's all." He took another sip of the warm substance, and smiled happily. That quickly changed when he remembered what he had been thinking about before. "Bakura... may I ask you a question?"
"Sure." Bakura closed the magazine, and looked up at Ryou. All of his attention was completely focused on the boy. He had a mug of hot chocolate held by both of his hands.
"Well... Um... If you existed thousands of years ago.... And you're here today.... Could that mean that I may have existed as well? I mean, that somebody like me might have been alive when you were? Or does that make any sense at all to you?" Ryou looked down at his mug, and jumped when he heard the sound of another mug being put down on the table, hard. He looked up, and saw that Bakura was staring down at the drink, with an odd look on his face, as if he had seen a ghost or something unbelievable in the cup.
"Bakura...?" He received no answer, and his shoulders slumped forward slightly as he looked down into his own drink. He suddenly felt sick again, and felt bad for taking so much hot chocolate. He still had a half of the cup left. He stole a glance at Bakura for a split second. Bakura looked absolutely miserable. He felt bad for asking, but he saw nothing wrong with his answer at all.
He got up, put the cup in the sink, and suddenly a wave of pain passed over his body, and he started to shiver uncontrollably. He tried to cry out for help, or grab hold of anything to steady himself, but before he could, his body hit the ground, and he passed out, overwhelmed by visions of somebody clutching a smaller body to themselves. When he came to, a blurry thing moved in and out of his view. Finally he shook away the feelings, and everything came back into view. He shivered again when he remembered what he had seen. The same dead body. In a man's arms. Both were extremely pale. With silver hair. He shivered again, and struggled to sit up.
"Ryou, my god! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Are you alright?" Bakura's face came into Ryou's view, and Ryou cried with relief in his mind. He couldn't find his voice to reply, but nodded weakly. "You just fell to the ground. There wasn't any warning. I though you..." He pulled Ryou up into his lap, and held him close. They stared at each other. Finally Ryou felt everything come back to him, and he started to cry. Bakura rocked him back and forth in his lap, and smiled sadly at the boy in his arms.
"I-I keep seeing things." He mumbled after a few minutes. "Like my dreams. But more realistic."
"Seeing things? What things?"
"Like deserts, small towns and villages, pyramids..." He trailed off, and wished he could just forget all of it. He cleared his voice, and continued. "I saw people, too. People wearing scary black outfits, robes, and me. I think I saw myself. And you, too. But I don't understand any of it. I really don't, and I wish I did." He choked back more tears, and closed his eyes.
Both of them stayed silent for some time, content to stay in each others arms, content to be near each other. Content to forget everything altogether, and to focus on the little less important things, like the things that didn't matter. Like their feelings towards one another. Not that they would admit it just yet. Finally, they spoke again.
"You should rest a bit." Bakura carried him back to his bed, but when he tried to leave, Ryou caught his arm.
"Please don't leave me here all alone." One look in his eyes, and Bakura couldn't resist. He sat on the edge of the bed as Ryou drifted off to sleep.
"Sweet dreams, hikari." He chuckled at the old nickname that he had given Ryou many centuries ago. "Sweet dreams."
(I hope that was long enough for everyone )
It's 3 AM right now, so I hope you'll let me get away with not replying to your reviews this time. But I'll update the chapter later on with responses. I give you my word. And if I don't before... oh... let's say... Wednesday, you can e-mail me with nasty comments, or threaten me or something. I'll really try to update a lot more often. I will! smiles
But for now I must sleep. In...seven hours I'll be meeting up with my boyfriend for the first time! I'm so excited and nervous! Wish me luck, everyone! (Let's hope that I can convert him into an Anime fan! That would be great!)
Also: Pocky, Ramune, Hi Chew, and plushies for all! hands them all out
Seeya!
Please R&R
-Sarah Harvey