Sorry about forgetting this on the first one: Me-no-own-Yu-Gi-Oh!!!
Chapter 2: Through the Eyes of a Thief
Ryou looked across the room at the spirit he shared a body with. He could see parts of his T.V. and the wall through the pacing shade. Bakura seemed to think that he had been thrown into the 'psychic plain' that Ryou existed on for a certain purpose. However, his Yami never really explained much to him. It didn't really matter to the schoolboy anyway. He didn't even begin to understand his Yami when he talked about 'psychic plains' and magic. Even if he didn't quite get some of his explanations, one thing he knew was that Bakura was more than a little psychotic.
When he was completely honest with himself, Bakura scared the living spit out of him. The tomb robber would kill if he had to, and if he had to, he might just use Ryou's body to do it. Ryou was by nature, a quiet, polite person, but when Bakura screamed in frustration and punched the wall Ryou had to intervene. His Yami did things like this quite often, and Ryou had already received several complaints from the people that lived in the apartment above him.
"Would you please stop that?!?" Ryou pleaded to his darker half, " You do damage the wall, and seeing as it is 1:00 am people will probably complain if you keep it up. Besides which, you never tell me why you pace around while normal people are trying to sleep."
Bakura who had, until this point, completely ignored Ryou's lecture turned his head sharply toward his other half and shrugged one shoulder, popping out of joint and cracking the blade of his shoulder against the bone at the top of his arm like clock gears. He then followed suit with his neck and fingers. He couldn't help it really, it was a habit. Like biting nails or chewing toothpicks. According to Ryou, though, it was a good ten time as annoying. He wasn't nervous because his better half was berating him again. He was actually on the brink of tears. Thinking of his father always made him want to cry.
After Bakura had nervously cracked his shoulder a third time, Ryou couldn't take it anymore.
"Besides which!!! If I can't BLOODY WELL know what's making you so By-Our- Lady anxious then you will most certainly NOT make the By-Our-Lady landlord get so BLOODY angry at ME again!!! Let all the NORMAL people get some sleep!!!.BUGGER!!!"
Ryou took a deep breath as the bright scarlet color slowly drained from his face and it returned to it's customary white. The British exchange student looked at his Yami with an unsure gaze held by his large, child like eyes. The whole time he had been screaming, Bakura had just stood there with wide eyes and a drawn expression on his pale face. The tomb robber hissed, not unlike a snake and strode silently across the small room until he was face to face with his Hikari.
" Ryou." He whispered with more venom than a cobra "In case-Just in case you haven't noticed. You- Aren't- Normal." Ryou was scared to death. An angry tomb robber was only six inches away from him, and he had no weapon or training in the martial arts. The shorter of the two trembled with fear. There was something in the thief's eyes that spoke of regret and a sadness deeper than anything someone who had only lived one lifetime could know. And, honestly, Ryou was frightened to death by it.
Bakura blinked his eyes quickly and withdrew to far wall of the room with a snakelike agility and the air of something being hunted. Ryou collapsed on the couch and gripped the chain that held the melinium ring so hard that his hand began to ache. It was a nervous habit for him. Ryou risked a glance at the tomb robber who was now looking out the window at the night sky. His hands were shaking, though for the most part Bakura seemed in control of himself.
"I-I'm going out. If I'm back, ignore me. If I'm not do the same." Bakura knew that the instructions would have been followed even had he not issued them, but he liked to. It made him feel like he was in control of things. Illusions and half truths floating through the mist were all that he had. He thought to himself, that he might as well keep being fooled by the illusions that made him happy.
The phantom walked down the empty street outside his Hikari's boarding house and stared up at the moon. A lone tear rolled down his face. Most people would find it disturbing that when he cried, which was seldom, he was always still. Never sobbing or jerking around like normal people, just crying. They would have found it disturbing if they had ever seen him cry. As a tear for each thought of his father fell down his cheek and onto the pavement (He liked to think that the thoughts were gone after the tears fell, but they always seemed to come back.) he was glad, for once, that no one noticed him.
Bakura blinked his eyes once more and turned around. He might as well return to Ryou's home. He didn't know how long he had been walking. The sun was beginning to form a thin strip of purple half light across the horizen. Bakura turned around and began his journey home. The tomb robber took one last glance at the fading moon.
" Such a pity," He mused in a barely audible voice " That people are to busy dreaming about what they will do during the next day they waste, to look at something infinitely more pleasing."
Chapter 2: Through the Eyes of a Thief
Ryou looked across the room at the spirit he shared a body with. He could see parts of his T.V. and the wall through the pacing shade. Bakura seemed to think that he had been thrown into the 'psychic plain' that Ryou existed on for a certain purpose. However, his Yami never really explained much to him. It didn't really matter to the schoolboy anyway. He didn't even begin to understand his Yami when he talked about 'psychic plains' and magic. Even if he didn't quite get some of his explanations, one thing he knew was that Bakura was more than a little psychotic.
When he was completely honest with himself, Bakura scared the living spit out of him. The tomb robber would kill if he had to, and if he had to, he might just use Ryou's body to do it. Ryou was by nature, a quiet, polite person, but when Bakura screamed in frustration and punched the wall Ryou had to intervene. His Yami did things like this quite often, and Ryou had already received several complaints from the people that lived in the apartment above him.
"Would you please stop that?!?" Ryou pleaded to his darker half, " You do damage the wall, and seeing as it is 1:00 am people will probably complain if you keep it up. Besides which, you never tell me why you pace around while normal people are trying to sleep."
Bakura who had, until this point, completely ignored Ryou's lecture turned his head sharply toward his other half and shrugged one shoulder, popping out of joint and cracking the blade of his shoulder against the bone at the top of his arm like clock gears. He then followed suit with his neck and fingers. He couldn't help it really, it was a habit. Like biting nails or chewing toothpicks. According to Ryou, though, it was a good ten time as annoying. He wasn't nervous because his better half was berating him again. He was actually on the brink of tears. Thinking of his father always made him want to cry.
After Bakura had nervously cracked his shoulder a third time, Ryou couldn't take it anymore.
"Besides which!!! If I can't BLOODY WELL know what's making you so By-Our- Lady anxious then you will most certainly NOT make the By-Our-Lady landlord get so BLOODY angry at ME again!!! Let all the NORMAL people get some sleep!!!.BUGGER!!!"
Ryou took a deep breath as the bright scarlet color slowly drained from his face and it returned to it's customary white. The British exchange student looked at his Yami with an unsure gaze held by his large, child like eyes. The whole time he had been screaming, Bakura had just stood there with wide eyes and a drawn expression on his pale face. The tomb robber hissed, not unlike a snake and strode silently across the small room until he was face to face with his Hikari.
" Ryou." He whispered with more venom than a cobra "In case-Just in case you haven't noticed. You- Aren't- Normal." Ryou was scared to death. An angry tomb robber was only six inches away from him, and he had no weapon or training in the martial arts. The shorter of the two trembled with fear. There was something in the thief's eyes that spoke of regret and a sadness deeper than anything someone who had only lived one lifetime could know. And, honestly, Ryou was frightened to death by it.
Bakura blinked his eyes quickly and withdrew to far wall of the room with a snakelike agility and the air of something being hunted. Ryou collapsed on the couch and gripped the chain that held the melinium ring so hard that his hand began to ache. It was a nervous habit for him. Ryou risked a glance at the tomb robber who was now looking out the window at the night sky. His hands were shaking, though for the most part Bakura seemed in control of himself.
"I-I'm going out. If I'm back, ignore me. If I'm not do the same." Bakura knew that the instructions would have been followed even had he not issued them, but he liked to. It made him feel like he was in control of things. Illusions and half truths floating through the mist were all that he had. He thought to himself, that he might as well keep being fooled by the illusions that made him happy.
The phantom walked down the empty street outside his Hikari's boarding house and stared up at the moon. A lone tear rolled down his face. Most people would find it disturbing that when he cried, which was seldom, he was always still. Never sobbing or jerking around like normal people, just crying. They would have found it disturbing if they had ever seen him cry. As a tear for each thought of his father fell down his cheek and onto the pavement (He liked to think that the thoughts were gone after the tears fell, but they always seemed to come back.) he was glad, for once, that no one noticed him.
Bakura blinked his eyes once more and turned around. He might as well return to Ryou's home. He didn't know how long he had been walking. The sun was beginning to form a thin strip of purple half light across the horizen. Bakura turned around and began his journey home. The tomb robber took one last glance at the fading moon.
" Such a pity," He mused in a barely audible voice " That people are to busy dreaming about what they will do during the next day they waste, to look at something infinitely more pleasing."