Shadowed Hopes
'Un-masked Past'
Mesagi: Welcome to another chapter of Shadowed Hopes! Sorry it took so long to write this one- Don't worry about it, I made up for the lateness with a HUGE chapter! More than three pages at font 10 in Microsoft Word.
Raven: Dammit! I really do need a miracle- Yami Bakura made me give him a foot massage! *Shudders*
Yami Bakura: And if you aren't quiet I'll make you do it again.
Raven: *Shudders again* Damn, I must find a way to get that Earring back.
Mesagi: Damn writer's block- *Smashing a sledgehammer onto the spike she placed at the top* I just don't have enough strength to do this!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh already! STOP MAKING ME SAY THIS!
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Yami Bakura looked down at the Earring resting in the palm of his hand. He was back at Ryou's house, sitting on the bed in his room. "Blast it! What does this damn thing do?" He prodded it and scowled, placing it then on the night side table. "Damn thing!" He slammed his fist onto the Earring. A lot of good that did though, all it did was cause his knuckles to split upon the impact, the earring remaining un-harmed. It almost seemed to be taunting him, the way it twinkled in the moonlight streaming in through the open window.
"Cursed thing-" Yami Bakura muttered, watching as blood began to flow from his split knuckles. He gritted his teeth and picked up the earring again. "What does it do? Now I'm bleeding because of it!" Sure, it was his own fault that he was bleeding, but he needed to blame it on something.
To his own surprise, a flash of light emitted from the earring, a soft white glow forming around his hand. To his amazement, his split knuckles healed by the power of the Earring. "So THAT is what the damn thing does, heals. That should come in handy-" Yami Bakura smiled and curled his fingers around the Earring.
(In Bakura's Soul Room)
{I'm responsible for this; it's my fault that Alice-san is now in service to my Yami-} Ryou thought to himself bitterly. He sat down and sighed a bit, massaging his temples. God knew what his Yami was doing right now; probably trying to figure out how he could use the power of the Millennium Earring. {Poor Alice-san. I was hoping that she could be my friend-}
{I should stop trying to stop my Yami from harming others. It doesn't do any good. Why bother trying when it never works?} He curled up into a ball, shutting his eyes. {It's not fair-}
(Back to Reality)
***
Alice sighed a bit as she slipped into her apartment. A man with an appearance vaguely similar to Alice's slept outside the door, simply reeking of cheep bear. She shook her head and shut the door behind her, clicking the rusty old lock. Sure, it didn't do much good, but it kept the drifters out.
She made her way through the small, ghetto apartment and towards the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a can of coke, a nice, rare treat that she got every once and a while. She sat down on the couch and popped the tab on the can, sipping it. "How did I get myself into this mess?" she wondered aloud, sighing again.
She glanced around her small apartment, looking at the few possessions that were scattered around it. There were two chairs and a couch, a coffee table and a bookshelf for furniture. There were some books on the bookshelf that seemed to have been read a thousand times over. Everything looked old and worn, the sort of stuff you purchased third hand at a garage sale.
She finished the can and crumpled it, throwing it into a bag filled with other recyclable things, mostly beer bottles though. She stood up and started towards her tiny bedroom.
When Alice got there, she shut the door behind her, glancing over to the cot that she called a bed, another cheap piece of furniture. The sheets were stained and the blankets were worn thin. But there were enough of them to keep her warm. The pillows were also very thin, with stained slips covering them.
There was a dresser in the corner, covered in personal items. The packaging of her first pack of Duel Monster's cards, a picture of her mother framed in a beautiful carved picture frame, a few pieces of jewelry that she never wore- There were so many items on the dresser.
The door to her closet had been missing since she had moved in with her uncle, the drunk outside the door. In the closet hung a few sweaters and a single dress. On the top shelf of the closet was a box filled with some of her old toys and a few other things she was saving for a yard sale.
Alice plopped herself down onto the bed and sighed, falling back into it and resting her head in the pillows. "Damn- I can't believe this happened to me. Sure, I've done a few wrong things, but nothing bad enough to deserve this," she muttered.
After that, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. She hadn't even thought to change into her nightgown, or to kick off her shoes.
***
Yami Bakura smiled a bit as he studied the Earring. Sure, it was getting late, but he didn't care. Ryou would end up sleeping in very late, but there was no school tomorrow so it wouldn't matter to him, not that his Yami cared much.
The Earring was the key to control Alice. A smile curled across Yami Bakura's lips as he recalled happenings in the past-
(Flashback)
A young ebony haired girl hurried down the corridors of an elaborate palace, towards a secret room designated for the Shadow Games. Not far behind her a platinum haired boy followed, a sinister smile on his face. He watched as the girl opened the door, using the power of her Millennium Earring. He followed after her as the door closed.
He used the power of the Millennium Ring that he possessed to open the door and slip into the room, looking around at the different occupants of the room. He got cold glares from many of them, including his old 'friend' Yamasis. The only one that didn't look upon him in distaste was the High Priestess he had watched enter only moments before. She stood not far behind and to the left of Yamasis, looking at him with pity filled violet eyes.
He smiled in a most sinister way to each of them as he walked proudly in, his head held high. He didn't care that they would glare at him, but that the High Priestess would pity him was quite- irritating. "Ahh, another calling for the Shadow Games then? How amusing-" he said, his voice filled with malice.
"Yes," Yamasis said coolly, averting his gaze from Bakhu and turning to face everyone else, save for the High Priestess, considering she was standing behind him. "Let the games begin-" Everyone entered the Shadow Realm and the games started.
It was several hours later that they ended. Yamasis of course, reigned as champion of the games. The thing that truly annoyed Bakhu was the fact that the High Priestess rarely was involved in these games. He hadn't even gotten the chance to learn her name. And when the High Priestess did duel, she was exceptionally good at it. This bothered him.
Every time that Yamasis talked of sealing the Shadow Games, the High Priestess seemed to be in agreement, despite the fact that she would suffer the loss of a Millennium Item.
Bakhu was the first to leave the room. He slipped silently into the shadows, waiting for the High Priestess to leave. She was usually the last one out, or she walked with Yamasis, speaking quietly to him. Sure enough, Yamasis left and just a few minutes later, the High Priestess had also left. It would appear that she cleaned up the mess left by the Shadow Games, or something like that.
The High Priestess began to walk down the halls, not seeming to realize that she was being followed. Bakhu stayed quiet while following her, making sure not to be detected. To his surprise, she left the palace and went into the village, past that and to the Nile. She simply stood there, staring at the reflection of the moon on the waters.
Bakhu came up behind her and grasped hold of her shoulder, spinning her to face him. "Hello, High Priestess," his voice dripped with venom, a sinister smile formed across his lips.
"Bakhu- The grave robber. Why did you follow me here?" Her voice wasn't filled with the hate that the other possessors of the Millennium Items held. If Bakhu didn't know any better, he would say that it was filled with kindness.
"I simply wished to speak with you," a sinister tone accented his words, the same smile remaining on his face.
"Your tone says differently, Bakhu-" she replied.
"Bah, I have no care for what you think. Now, tell me what your name is, and I shall leave you be," his eyes flashed. He would learn her name tonight, and she would learn to regret pitying him.
"If you insist. My name is Kanika, High Priestess of Amun-Ra," she replied. Indeed, kindness accented her words. She was generally kind by nature, but she could get irritated quickly.
"Ahh then, Kanika- Come with me," he said with a smile, a swift strike to her temple causing the girl to fall. She would have hit the ground had Bakhu not caught her. A sinister smile crossed his lips as he started off with her.
(End Flashback)
Yami Bakura smiled as he remembered the happenings of that night. Indeed, he had taught her to pity him. She had no longer looked upon him in pity, though she hadn't changed otherwise. She never did look upon him with hate; despite the way he had treated her. Perhaps he should make Alice know to stay in line-. But for now, he must rest. With that he lie down and shut his eyes, falling asleep and dreaming about the many things he could do to make sure Alice wouldn't disobey him.
To Be Continued
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Mesagi: Uh, yeah. This is a PG-13 story, so I'm not going to put the details of that night, but I'm sure that you can guess it.
Raven: Ohh, this just keeps getting better and better. Damn.
Yami Bakura: Ohh yes, wonderful isn't it? *Smiling sinisterly*
Raven: Shut up already!
Mesagi: Right then- please tell me what you think! And if I get nagged enough about it, I may write a chapter separate from this story about what happened that night. Bleah, be my first attempt at something like that, heh. Anyways, ideas are welcome for the next chapter!
Next chapter: Yami Bakura pays a visit to Alice the next morning. He's ready to keep her in line. But Ryou doesn't want him to hurt Alice. What's going to happen to the poor girl now?
'Un-masked Past'
Mesagi: Welcome to another chapter of Shadowed Hopes! Sorry it took so long to write this one- Don't worry about it, I made up for the lateness with a HUGE chapter! More than three pages at font 10 in Microsoft Word.
Raven: Dammit! I really do need a miracle- Yami Bakura made me give him a foot massage! *Shudders*
Yami Bakura: And if you aren't quiet I'll make you do it again.
Raven: *Shudders again* Damn, I must find a way to get that Earring back.
Mesagi: Damn writer's block- *Smashing a sledgehammer onto the spike she placed at the top* I just don't have enough strength to do this!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh already! STOP MAKING ME SAY THIS!
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Yami Bakura looked down at the Earring resting in the palm of his hand. He was back at Ryou's house, sitting on the bed in his room. "Blast it! What does this damn thing do?" He prodded it and scowled, placing it then on the night side table. "Damn thing!" He slammed his fist onto the Earring. A lot of good that did though, all it did was cause his knuckles to split upon the impact, the earring remaining un-harmed. It almost seemed to be taunting him, the way it twinkled in the moonlight streaming in through the open window.
"Cursed thing-" Yami Bakura muttered, watching as blood began to flow from his split knuckles. He gritted his teeth and picked up the earring again. "What does it do? Now I'm bleeding because of it!" Sure, it was his own fault that he was bleeding, but he needed to blame it on something.
To his own surprise, a flash of light emitted from the earring, a soft white glow forming around his hand. To his amazement, his split knuckles healed by the power of the Earring. "So THAT is what the damn thing does, heals. That should come in handy-" Yami Bakura smiled and curled his fingers around the Earring.
(In Bakura's Soul Room)
{I'm responsible for this; it's my fault that Alice-san is now in service to my Yami-} Ryou thought to himself bitterly. He sat down and sighed a bit, massaging his temples. God knew what his Yami was doing right now; probably trying to figure out how he could use the power of the Millennium Earring. {Poor Alice-san. I was hoping that she could be my friend-}
{I should stop trying to stop my Yami from harming others. It doesn't do any good. Why bother trying when it never works?} He curled up into a ball, shutting his eyes. {It's not fair-}
(Back to Reality)
***
Alice sighed a bit as she slipped into her apartment. A man with an appearance vaguely similar to Alice's slept outside the door, simply reeking of cheep bear. She shook her head and shut the door behind her, clicking the rusty old lock. Sure, it didn't do much good, but it kept the drifters out.
She made her way through the small, ghetto apartment and towards the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a can of coke, a nice, rare treat that she got every once and a while. She sat down on the couch and popped the tab on the can, sipping it. "How did I get myself into this mess?" she wondered aloud, sighing again.
She glanced around her small apartment, looking at the few possessions that were scattered around it. There were two chairs and a couch, a coffee table and a bookshelf for furniture. There were some books on the bookshelf that seemed to have been read a thousand times over. Everything looked old and worn, the sort of stuff you purchased third hand at a garage sale.
She finished the can and crumpled it, throwing it into a bag filled with other recyclable things, mostly beer bottles though. She stood up and started towards her tiny bedroom.
When Alice got there, she shut the door behind her, glancing over to the cot that she called a bed, another cheap piece of furniture. The sheets were stained and the blankets were worn thin. But there were enough of them to keep her warm. The pillows were also very thin, with stained slips covering them.
There was a dresser in the corner, covered in personal items. The packaging of her first pack of Duel Monster's cards, a picture of her mother framed in a beautiful carved picture frame, a few pieces of jewelry that she never wore- There were so many items on the dresser.
The door to her closet had been missing since she had moved in with her uncle, the drunk outside the door. In the closet hung a few sweaters and a single dress. On the top shelf of the closet was a box filled with some of her old toys and a few other things she was saving for a yard sale.
Alice plopped herself down onto the bed and sighed, falling back into it and resting her head in the pillows. "Damn- I can't believe this happened to me. Sure, I've done a few wrong things, but nothing bad enough to deserve this," she muttered.
After that, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. She hadn't even thought to change into her nightgown, or to kick off her shoes.
***
Yami Bakura smiled a bit as he studied the Earring. Sure, it was getting late, but he didn't care. Ryou would end up sleeping in very late, but there was no school tomorrow so it wouldn't matter to him, not that his Yami cared much.
The Earring was the key to control Alice. A smile curled across Yami Bakura's lips as he recalled happenings in the past-
(Flashback)
A young ebony haired girl hurried down the corridors of an elaborate palace, towards a secret room designated for the Shadow Games. Not far behind her a platinum haired boy followed, a sinister smile on his face. He watched as the girl opened the door, using the power of her Millennium Earring. He followed after her as the door closed.
He used the power of the Millennium Ring that he possessed to open the door and slip into the room, looking around at the different occupants of the room. He got cold glares from many of them, including his old 'friend' Yamasis. The only one that didn't look upon him in distaste was the High Priestess he had watched enter only moments before. She stood not far behind and to the left of Yamasis, looking at him with pity filled violet eyes.
He smiled in a most sinister way to each of them as he walked proudly in, his head held high. He didn't care that they would glare at him, but that the High Priestess would pity him was quite- irritating. "Ahh, another calling for the Shadow Games then? How amusing-" he said, his voice filled with malice.
"Yes," Yamasis said coolly, averting his gaze from Bakhu and turning to face everyone else, save for the High Priestess, considering she was standing behind him. "Let the games begin-" Everyone entered the Shadow Realm and the games started.
It was several hours later that they ended. Yamasis of course, reigned as champion of the games. The thing that truly annoyed Bakhu was the fact that the High Priestess rarely was involved in these games. He hadn't even gotten the chance to learn her name. And when the High Priestess did duel, she was exceptionally good at it. This bothered him.
Every time that Yamasis talked of sealing the Shadow Games, the High Priestess seemed to be in agreement, despite the fact that she would suffer the loss of a Millennium Item.
Bakhu was the first to leave the room. He slipped silently into the shadows, waiting for the High Priestess to leave. She was usually the last one out, or she walked with Yamasis, speaking quietly to him. Sure enough, Yamasis left and just a few minutes later, the High Priestess had also left. It would appear that she cleaned up the mess left by the Shadow Games, or something like that.
The High Priestess began to walk down the halls, not seeming to realize that she was being followed. Bakhu stayed quiet while following her, making sure not to be detected. To his surprise, she left the palace and went into the village, past that and to the Nile. She simply stood there, staring at the reflection of the moon on the waters.
Bakhu came up behind her and grasped hold of her shoulder, spinning her to face him. "Hello, High Priestess," his voice dripped with venom, a sinister smile formed across his lips.
"Bakhu- The grave robber. Why did you follow me here?" Her voice wasn't filled with the hate that the other possessors of the Millennium Items held. If Bakhu didn't know any better, he would say that it was filled with kindness.
"I simply wished to speak with you," a sinister tone accented his words, the same smile remaining on his face.
"Your tone says differently, Bakhu-" she replied.
"Bah, I have no care for what you think. Now, tell me what your name is, and I shall leave you be," his eyes flashed. He would learn her name tonight, and she would learn to regret pitying him.
"If you insist. My name is Kanika, High Priestess of Amun-Ra," she replied. Indeed, kindness accented her words. She was generally kind by nature, but she could get irritated quickly.
"Ahh then, Kanika- Come with me," he said with a smile, a swift strike to her temple causing the girl to fall. She would have hit the ground had Bakhu not caught her. A sinister smile crossed his lips as he started off with her.
(End Flashback)
Yami Bakura smiled as he remembered the happenings of that night. Indeed, he had taught her to pity him. She had no longer looked upon him in pity, though she hadn't changed otherwise. She never did look upon him with hate; despite the way he had treated her. Perhaps he should make Alice know to stay in line-. But for now, he must rest. With that he lie down and shut his eyes, falling asleep and dreaming about the many things he could do to make sure Alice wouldn't disobey him.
To Be Continued
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Mesagi: Uh, yeah. This is a PG-13 story, so I'm not going to put the details of that night, but I'm sure that you can guess it.
Raven: Ohh, this just keeps getting better and better. Damn.
Yami Bakura: Ohh yes, wonderful isn't it? *Smiling sinisterly*
Raven: Shut up already!
Mesagi: Right then- please tell me what you think! And if I get nagged enough about it, I may write a chapter separate from this story about what happened that night. Bleah, be my first attempt at something like that, heh. Anyways, ideas are welcome for the next chapter!
Next chapter: Yami Bakura pays a visit to Alice the next morning. He's ready to keep her in line. But Ryou doesn't want him to hurt Alice. What's going to happen to the poor girl now?