Memories Of Death~*~*~*~By: LinkGirl

Chapter 2: The Beginning Of My Last Day Alive

Author's Note: Pretty much the same as the first chapter.

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            The day started out like any other school day, besides the fact that it was raining, which almost always signifies bad luck…

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            'Run faster, stupid boy! I'm getting all wet!' the thief halfway screams.

            I shudder, I hate when he yells at me.  Didn't he know I was getting wet too?

            'I'm well aware of that!  KEEP RUNNING!!' he full out screams.

            I should have been more careful.  I know better then to think of something that offends or insults him.  He can read my every thought; he knows my deepest, darkest secrets.  He is my master, and I have to respect that.

            I give a small squeal as I slip and fall forward on to the sidewalk, and give a grunt as I hit the ground.  There is a nasty sound as my body comes in contact with the cement.  I hear a clanking noise of something else hitting the ground, but I ignore it.

            I lie there for a few seconds, not wanting to move.  I feel the rain patting me on the back, pushing me down.  Then the thief yells at me, once again, 'What are you doing?!  Get up right this minute! You're going to be late!  …ARGH!!  You're hopeless!!'  At this I push myself up, almost slipping again.  Then I notice what had made the clanking noise and my heart stops.

            I knew what was coming.  'WHAT!?!  DAMN YOU BAKURA!!!'  I feel my body quickly snatch up the golden eye, on its own accord.  The thief, through my body, examines the Millennium Eye, making sure there is no damage.  This was his new pride and joy, the Millennium Eye he had stolen from Pegasus.  I try to block out the image of him…me bending down and pulling the eye from Pegasus' socket.  …The blood…so much blood.

            'Yes, blood, Bakura.  Blood,' he laughs in my head; he loves teasing me, taunting me.  He puts the eye back in my pocket.  I feel my physical body being given back to me and I continue my way to school.

            As I enter through the school gate I hear the first bell ring.  I run a little faster and get to my homeroom just in time for the second bell.

            "Bakura, over here!" Yugi calls out, waving at me with a tired but happy face.

            I give a small smile back.  But I am unsure if I can go and meet up with Yugi.  I wait for an answer from the tomb robber but he stays quit so I assume that it is okay.

            Trying desperately to ring out my uniform and hair of water, I walk over to Yugi.  "Good morning," I greet him, even though it hasn't been a good morning at all.

            "Good morning to you too," he replies back.  I can see that it hasn't been a good morning for him ether.  He looks more tired then normal.  But I can't blame him for being tired, just coming back from the tournament at the Duelist Kingdom.  He's probably been busy with his Grandpa.

            "You look a little wet today, Bakura!" Joey walks up behind me.

            "And you aren't?!" Téa comments, also walking up to us.

            "I'm not THAT wet!"

            I look around noticing that Tristan isn't among us, "Has anyone seen Tristan?"

            "He went to the john, he'll be right back," Joey says smiling at me.

            None of us get to say another word due to our teacher entering.  "Settle down class!" she shouts over the racket the class is making.  "Take your seats."

            I sit down in my regular seat, next to Yugi.

            'Stop shivering!'

            'Huh?' I don't know what the thief is talking about.  Then I notice that my body is shaking.  I hadn't noticed till now how cold it is in my wet clothes.  'But my wet clothes are making me-' I try to explain.

            'I don't want to hear you mindless excuses!'

            I stay quite, not wanting to get yelled at again, as our teacher takes role.  "Bakura?"

            "Here," I say automatically.

            Our teacher slowly makes her way down the list.  "Taylor?"

            There is no reply.  Then Tristan bursts thorugh the door, "HERE!!!"  He quickly takes his seat.

            Our teacher looks at Tristan disapprovingly, but continues down the list.  "Kaiba?"

            There is a grunt from the back of the room, which was Kaiba, of course.  I look back at him and see that he looks as tired as Yugi, maybe even more.  And of course, wet.

            "Moto?"

            "Here."

            Our teacher finishes taking role and dismisses us to our first class of the day.

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            But no one ever got to their first class...At least, not alive.