I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any other show, brand name, song, or anything else in that nature (if used). I do, however, own all OCs and the Millennium Medallion. Constructive criticism is accepted and really appreciated! This is not recommended for children under the age of 13. People of the internet, you have been warned. Enjoy!
Chapter 11: Prisoner of My Room – Ryo
Ryo sat on his white bed and looked around from his spot. The floor was pure white carpet, and the walls were colorless and windowless. He looked up at the ceiling, which wasn't much different then the walls. He sighed and curled up in a ball.
"How can anyone be as useless as me," he whispered, "I can't do anything to stop him." The pale hikari's tears began falling onto the white sheets. Then a thought ran across his mind. No. I can do something. If I could just get out of this room… He sat up, and then began walking towards the brown wooden door. His hand shook as he reached for the medal knob. To his dismay, it didn't turn all the way, preventing him from leaving, and no matter how many times he tried he shook it, the knob refused to listen.
Just when he was about to give up, Ryo got an idea. He ran back over to the bed, and threw the pillows off. He sighed with relief. He had found it. The hikari grabbed a dagger that he had found the first time he came into the mysterious room. He had always gotten so nervous around it, so he hid it under the pillows, pretending that it was never there… until know. He slowly walked back over to the door. His hand shook as he held the weapon. I-I wonder… what would happen… if it… Ryo shook the thought out. He had gotten the dagger for only one reason.
The hikari stabbed the door and drew a circle large enough for his arm to fit through. After he made the hole, he stuck his hand through, and felt for the knob on the other side of the door. When he found it, he tried turning it. The knob still turn all the way, so Ryo felt for the lock. He found it, and turned it horizontally. When he heard a click, he turned the knob from the inside. This time, it turned all the way, and Ryo pulled the door open.
When he peered out, he saw a fairly long hallway. Its walls, ceiling, and floor were all made out of brick covered in plants and vines. He also sees other wooden doors on both sides of the hall. He walked out, and the door disappeared. Ryo was still shaking, but he wasn't sure if it was the hallway, or the fact that he didn't leave the dagger in the room.
Ryo walked down the silent hallway and looked at the doors more closely. The doors on the left were trimmed with green, magenta, and white, while the doors on the right were lined with blacks and reds. A shiver ran down the hikari's spine, and he opened the door on the left. He sees a little boy and girl playing a board game with each other.
"Amane," the boy complains, "that's not fair! You can't side on your own color!"
"No, brother," the girl retorts, "you can only slide on your color!" Ryo shut the door, his eyes still opened wide. Soon, he began tearing.
"Amane," he whispered, "I'm so sorry." He started running on, not opening another door.
Ryo eventually found himself standing in front of a white curtain. He reached out and touched it.
"Silk?" he wondered. He gulped and clenched the dagger as he walked through. When he passed through, the hallway had changed slightly. Now the bricks were a sun-baked tan and yellow, and the doors no longer had knobs, but medal handles.
"I had better be careful," Ryo mumbled, "because if my calculations are correct…" He gripped his weapon, and kept on walking. He kept his eyes open and his hearing sharp.
When he looked at a red door on the right, curiosity took over and he pulled on the door handle. When he looked in, he was greeted by the shining sun, a luxury he doesn't get enjoy as much. However, the silent sun was interrupted when two black horses were galloping at full speed. On one beast was a man with white hair and a woman was on the other. Ryo soon realized that they were being followed. Three men who looked like guards were racing after them, and one of them shot an arrow down by the woman's horse's hooves. Spooked, it stopped running and reared. The guards shot another arrow, and this time it shot the horse on the shoulder. The horse fell, taking its rider with it.
The woman stood up, unharmed. Soon, her partner rode back for her, but another guard threw a knife at her. She dodged it, but the weapon had managed to cut her upper arm. She placed her hand over her wound when the man grabbed her and pulled her onto his horse. The woman was sitting in between the man and the horse's neck, and when he made sure that she was holding on, they galloped away, with the guards not far behind. Ryo shut the door.
"Bloody hell," he mumbled. He began walking down the hall, wondering what had just happened.
Ryo eventually came to the end of the hallway. He was greeted by yet another door, but this one had no trim and the handle was golden. Ryo gulped, and his hand shook as he reached out at the door.
Pulled, but when it didn't open, he pushed the door, and it revealed nothing but empty darkness. However, it felt as if someone was tugging at my shirt, wanting him to enter the cold and lonely space. He went inside, but once he did, the door closed. When the hikari tried opening it, the door refused to listen. It soon turned into a stone tablet. Ryo fell back, stunned and frightened. The tablet began cracking, and then it was destroyed, taking the door with it.
"Well, well, well," a voice snickered from behind, "look who had the nerve to leave his soul room." Ryo turned around, and to his horror, his yami, Bakura, was standing right behind him.
Ryo knew that Bakura usually took on a more intimating form of the hikari, but he had never seen the yami like this before. Bakura was actually much taller then him, and his skin was tan from the desert sun. He had white hair like Ryo, but it was shorter and it stuck out in more directions. Bakura's clothing included a dark blue kilt around his waist that when down above his knees, and he wore a long-sleeve bloody red overcoat that was trimmed with gold. He also wore glittering golden wrist and ankle bands, as well as the Millennium Ring. When Ryo looked closer at his face, he noticed that Bakura had a large scar on his right eye. The white-haired yami grinned.
"You look nervous," Bakura growled while stared at Ryo with his hate-filled blue eyes, "perhaps it'd be best if I sealed you back into that little, safe room." Ryo's body was shaking, but he refused to give in to Bakura. The hikari shook his head and stared at the yami in the eye, daring him to try.
"No," Ryo yowled, "even if you do, I'll just…" He was interrupted when Bakura started laughing.
"You fool," he chuckled, "I can seal you away for the rest of time if I wanted to, however, you're not quite done with your job." Ryo slanted his eyes and gritted his teeth. Bakura grinned. Another tablet grew from the ground behind Bakura, and then it turned into another door. Bakura stepped back, offering no harm if Ryo went in the room willingly. At this moment, Ryo finally snapped.
He ran towards the yami, screaming, and when he reached his target, he tried stabbing Bakura with his dagger. However, the yami grabbed the hand with the sharp weapon, and then yanked it out of Ryo's grasp. Bakura smashed his knee into poor Ryo's stomach, and when he grunted in pain, the yami threw the defenseless hikari back into his soul room.
Ryo fell on he knees, but he quickly whipped around to face Bakura.
"Well," Bakura said, a bit impressed and annoyed, "I had originally put that in your room so you could commit suicide, but I never thought you'd use it against me. He chuckled, and then slammed the door. Ryo ran back over to it, but the knob refused to turn all the way. The hikari began ransacking his soul room, but it was all in vein. He was trapped in the room again, and the dagger was gone.
A/N: Dang, this one wasn't as long as the other one. Oh well! I'm finally glad that I got it done, because I've actually been really busy. I hope you liked it, and thanks for the support everyone!