Chapter 8
The Dream From The Heart
Bakura opened one eye. Slowly and painfully, he lifted his head and then his whole upper body and finally got to his feet. He had been lying on the cement floor. A large puddle of his blood coated the floor where he had been unconscious. Most of his body was dripping with the crimson liquid that gushed from his chest. His shirt was torn and the Millennium ring was gone, but the incisions it had made where still there and had even gotten worse because the Millennium ring had been torn from his flesh.
Bakura flopped back down on his bed. How was he ever going to do his chores with those big holes in his chest? He was so weak; the slightest movements were a battle to make. He lied there for what seemed like hours, practically paralyzed.
"Bakura! Bakura!" His aunt's yells came from upstairs.
Bakura was so weak he couldn't answer, he couldn't even lift his head. He could hardly open his eyes, his eyelids were so heavy.
Bakura's aunt came crashing down the stairs, "There you are, you lazy little bastard!" She stomped over to Bakura's bedside and was about to clobber him over the head with a book when she saw the 5 incisions through his torn shirt. "You...you idiot! What have you done to yourself?!" Bakura's aunt ran upstairs and called the hospital.
Bakura lied there thinking how horrible it was to be alive. 'Why do I always have to suffer? Why does everything I do require suffering? Why can't I just die and get it over with so I don't have to suffer through life anymore? I don't know what I did to deserve this in my life...but whatever it is that I did, I am very sorry I did it and I am suffering greatly for it. I want to die...I don't want to suffer anymore...'
Bakura's aunt ran downstairs and to his bedside. "Do you know how much money this will cost me?! You are going to be doing some heavy work for me when you come back..." Bakura's aunt went on and on, but Bakura paid no mind to her dogging on him.
Within minuets, an ambulance came. Bakura was put in the vehicle and rushed to the hospital. One step away from being unconscious, Bakura hardly knew what was happening. He made no attempt to even open his eyes, not caring about what would happen to him anymore.
Yami Bakura sat in a corner on the cold floor of his spirit room. He stared straight at the Millennium ring that he held in his hand. 'What happened? Why now? Why not centuries ago? Why now? I've waited so long for this, but what do I have now that I didn't have then?' Yami Bakura stood up and yelled at the Millennium ring like he was expecting it to answer, "Why now?! Why did you have to choose now?!"
Yami Bakura threw the Millennium ring across his spirit room in rage. The Millennium ring hit the floor with a clunk. "I hate you! You know nothing! Why now?!" Yami Bakura thought for a second and then walked over and picked up the ring. "I wish I knew why you chose now, but I've desired this for a long time so I'll take what I can get..."
Yami Bakura relaxed and closed his eyes. With that, the Senen eye in the center of the pyramid on the Millennium ring started glowing brightly.
Back in Bakura's bedroom a bright light shot up from the floor. In the center of that light, a body started to materialize from thin air. First the skeleton was formed, then the organs, after that, the muscles, and finally the skin and hair, and the body was completed in a matter of seconds. The body floated lifelessly, a few inches from the ground. Fabrics materialized and wrapped themselves around the body, morphing into casual clothing. The body looked exactly like Yami Bakura, right down to every single hair on its head.
Yami Bakura opened his eyes and looked into the Senen eye of the Millennium ring. Both he and the Millennium ring started to disappear, fading away quickly from Yami Bakura's spirit room.
The Millennium ring arrived at the body first. It hung itself on the body's neck; the broken rope tied itself in the back.
Yami Bakura's spirit followed soon after. He appeared in front of his new body and stared at it. A body, a real living body, all his own. He had wanted it for countless centuries, a craving that would not go away, now to be satisfied. He touched the body's face and rubbed his hand against its cheek. It would be all his. Yami Bakura put his ear to the body's chest and listened contently to the beating of its heart.
Yami Bakura lifted his head and looked into the Senen eye. Placing his hand upon the Millennium ring he began to dissolve into thin air. Yami Bakura entered the body, which was now his. The light from the floor faded and the body landed softly on its feet, no longer floating. Its eyes burst open, seeing the world for the first time, but having seen it a billion times before through different eyes. Yami Bakura now looked through the body's eyes he moved his hand and looked at it. It was the body's hand that he saw, only now it was his hand. He placed his new hand on his new chest, feeling the beat of his new heart, which he could never feel as a spirit.
Just because he had a human body did not mean that he had lost his Yami powers. In fact, he's dark powers had increased now that he had a body to harbor them.
He turned around. He was in Bakura's room, but where was Bakura? Yami Bakura began to search the house leaving not one corner unturned.
At the hospital, the doctors had all agreed Bakura needed a blood transfusion and fast. Blood tests were underway and Bakura's wounded chest was heavily wrapped with cloth bandages.
A nurse gave a doctor the results for the blood test as Bakura's aunt argued with the secretary over the price of the procedure. "What do you mean?! If it's gonna cost me that much than I say to just let the little bugger die!"
"Ma'am, it's only a few hundred dollars and it's the cheapest procedure, please." The secretary said with some concern in her voice.
After being nagged and pleaded to by the secretary, Bakura's aunt finally gave in and paid for Bakura's blood transfusion.
Bakura had finally passed out, his limp body in a hospital bed. Blood was being pumped into his body through a tube in his arm. He looked sick and feeble especially in the dim lights of Bakura's hospital room. He had always been pale but he was very pale now. His eyes had dark circles around them, giving him a somewhat, dead, impression.
Bakura spent only one night at the hospital because his aunt would not pay for any other medical treatment or rest that he needed. But during that night, Bakura had a dream; he hadn't had a dream in so long. All it had been was torture every time he tried to sleep, but this time he had an actual dream.
It was a wonderful feeling to have a dream after not having one for so long:
'Bakura was lying on his bed in his room. Not the one in the basement of his aunt's house, the one he had when he was a child. His room in his mother and father's house before Bakura's father had ever gone on long expeditions and before his mother died.
Bakura was enjoying himself in his soft bed, in his nicely sized room with sky blue wallpaper and the spring green curtains. He could hardly remember ever living like this. The most work he would ever have to do was occasionally wash the dishes or help his dad with the lawn work. It was a quaint, quiet little house. The birds would chirp every morning and the flower's fragrance would carry through the window and tickle his nose sweetly. It was everything he had ever really wanted.
Bakura sat up in his bed and looked at his hands. They hadn't changed; they were the same 15-year-old hands that he always had, except they were clean and unscarred. He plopped back down in his bed. How comfortable it was.
The door too Bakura's room cracked open. Bakura turned his head to look. A dark, brown eye peeked at him from the crack in the door. He knew who's eye that belonged to and he smiled. Not his weak sickly smile, his joyful smile, that lit up his face and charmed many.
The door opened more and the eye was given a body. A woman with dark brown eyes and long brown hair came in. She was a tall skinny woman with a very nice face, only about in her late thirties. She smiled at Bakura, her smile lighting up the already bright room. "I've been waiting for you, Bakura...for a very long time."
Bakura sat up and looked at her, he hadn't seen her face for so long. He spoke in a soft sweet voice, "I've really missed you, Mom."
The dark haired woman looked Bakura over. Her voice was like a golden bell hung in Bakura's heart. "I've missed you too." She continued to look at him, from head to toe. "You've grown up to be so handsome, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Nah...No girl wants to go out with me. I'm not handsome, but I don't mind. I'm too shy anyways."
Bakura's mother sat on his bed next to him. "Bakura, you are a very handsome boy," she said as she began to stroke his long white hair. "I'm sure you'll find yourself a girl to settle down with. What are you, 15, 16 now?"
"15 now." He was enjoying how she stroked his hair. Her soft touch that he hadn't felt for a long time soothed his spirit.
Bakura's mother put both of her hands under Bakura's chin and lifted his face to look into hers. Her eyes met his and they both just looked into each other's eyes. Bakura's mother finally said, "Bakura, are you happy? You look fine now, but your eyes tell me a different story. What has happened to you?"
"The truth is, I'm not happy, Mom...I hate the way I live...I hate everything about it! After you died and left me, everything I ever cared or dreamed about was taken from me. I'm sad, lonely, and tortured now. I miss you, Mommy, and I want you back." Tears began to form in his eyes and began to roll down his cheeks.
Bakura's mother looked back into his blurry eyes sadly and kissed him softly on the forehead. She hugged him and pulled his head into the crook of her neck to comfort him. "My poor baby boy." She said softly.
Bakura closed his eyes and cried quietly. "I miss you, Mommy," he whimpered again.
Bakura's mother's warm soft body suddenly became cold and hard, like stone. Bakura was confused and looked up into what he expected to be her face.
It was a face all right, but not the face of his mother. It was the face of Yami Bakura, the dark eyed pale demon. Bakura pulled away from Yami Bakura's grip and stared at him, very confused.
Yami Bakura grinned at Bakura evilly and the room Bakura had once called his own, changed into a dark world with dark colored mist.
Bakura looked around very confused and very afraid. He turned back to where Yami Bakura was sitting to see it was his mother again, only this time she looked to be in pain and her wrists were chained. A chain leash was clamped around her neck.
"Mom!" Bakura was next to her in an instant and was desperately struggling to get the chains off of her.
The leash around Bakura's mother's neck jerked his mother away from him. Bakura looked up and his eyes followed the leash to its holder, Yami Bakura.
"It's all your fault..." Bakura said quietly. "It's all your fault!" Bakura said again, only this time yelling it at Yami Bakura. "You made my life miserable after Mom died! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Yami Bakura laughed insanely and gave the chain another hard pull. Bakura's mother was on the ground in a matter of nanoseconds. He began to drag her away very quickly. She began screaming his name and crying as she was pulled away into the mist.
Bakura scrambled to his feet as quick as he could. He began to chase her trying to catch up with her, following her screams for him. Bakura ran for what seemed like forever before his mother's screams stopped. Bakura stopped and looked around, practically in tears. He saw something move in the mists, about 100 yards away. Bakura began walking closer. He was 50 yards away when he realized it was his mother.
The ground around her was like slime and it was sucking her in like quicksand. She was already up to her neck. "Bakura," She called.
Bakura started dashing over to her but the faster he ran the faster she was sinking. Bakura had run about 20 yards and her head went under but one of her arms was still sticking out, waiting his arrival. Bakura kept running, hoping that he could get to her hand before she sunk all the way under. He was one step away; his mother's hand was all the showed. Bakura took one last step, the step that could have saved her when her hand disappeared from view, under the surface.
"No!" Bakura yelled. He kneeled and touched the ground to try to reach in and save her, but the ground was hard. "Mom..." Bakura whispered to himself. "Mom..."
Bakura lied down on the ground and curled up into a ball. His eyes were wide and he was shivering. Tears began to flow and his breathing was shallow. He could feel his heart cry for his mother, just like it had when his mother died. "Mom..." He repeated over and over quietly. Once again, she was gone from him...forever...'
The Dream From The Heart
Bakura opened one eye. Slowly and painfully, he lifted his head and then his whole upper body and finally got to his feet. He had been lying on the cement floor. A large puddle of his blood coated the floor where he had been unconscious. Most of his body was dripping with the crimson liquid that gushed from his chest. His shirt was torn and the Millennium ring was gone, but the incisions it had made where still there and had even gotten worse because the Millennium ring had been torn from his flesh.
Bakura flopped back down on his bed. How was he ever going to do his chores with those big holes in his chest? He was so weak; the slightest movements were a battle to make. He lied there for what seemed like hours, practically paralyzed.
"Bakura! Bakura!" His aunt's yells came from upstairs.
Bakura was so weak he couldn't answer, he couldn't even lift his head. He could hardly open his eyes, his eyelids were so heavy.
Bakura's aunt came crashing down the stairs, "There you are, you lazy little bastard!" She stomped over to Bakura's bedside and was about to clobber him over the head with a book when she saw the 5 incisions through his torn shirt. "You...you idiot! What have you done to yourself?!" Bakura's aunt ran upstairs and called the hospital.
Bakura lied there thinking how horrible it was to be alive. 'Why do I always have to suffer? Why does everything I do require suffering? Why can't I just die and get it over with so I don't have to suffer through life anymore? I don't know what I did to deserve this in my life...but whatever it is that I did, I am very sorry I did it and I am suffering greatly for it. I want to die...I don't want to suffer anymore...'
Bakura's aunt ran downstairs and to his bedside. "Do you know how much money this will cost me?! You are going to be doing some heavy work for me when you come back..." Bakura's aunt went on and on, but Bakura paid no mind to her dogging on him.
Within minuets, an ambulance came. Bakura was put in the vehicle and rushed to the hospital. One step away from being unconscious, Bakura hardly knew what was happening. He made no attempt to even open his eyes, not caring about what would happen to him anymore.
Yami Bakura sat in a corner on the cold floor of his spirit room. He stared straight at the Millennium ring that he held in his hand. 'What happened? Why now? Why not centuries ago? Why now? I've waited so long for this, but what do I have now that I didn't have then?' Yami Bakura stood up and yelled at the Millennium ring like he was expecting it to answer, "Why now?! Why did you have to choose now?!"
Yami Bakura threw the Millennium ring across his spirit room in rage. The Millennium ring hit the floor with a clunk. "I hate you! You know nothing! Why now?!" Yami Bakura thought for a second and then walked over and picked up the ring. "I wish I knew why you chose now, but I've desired this for a long time so I'll take what I can get..."
Yami Bakura relaxed and closed his eyes. With that, the Senen eye in the center of the pyramid on the Millennium ring started glowing brightly.
Back in Bakura's bedroom a bright light shot up from the floor. In the center of that light, a body started to materialize from thin air. First the skeleton was formed, then the organs, after that, the muscles, and finally the skin and hair, and the body was completed in a matter of seconds. The body floated lifelessly, a few inches from the ground. Fabrics materialized and wrapped themselves around the body, morphing into casual clothing. The body looked exactly like Yami Bakura, right down to every single hair on its head.
Yami Bakura opened his eyes and looked into the Senen eye of the Millennium ring. Both he and the Millennium ring started to disappear, fading away quickly from Yami Bakura's spirit room.
The Millennium ring arrived at the body first. It hung itself on the body's neck; the broken rope tied itself in the back.
Yami Bakura's spirit followed soon after. He appeared in front of his new body and stared at it. A body, a real living body, all his own. He had wanted it for countless centuries, a craving that would not go away, now to be satisfied. He touched the body's face and rubbed his hand against its cheek. It would be all his. Yami Bakura put his ear to the body's chest and listened contently to the beating of its heart.
Yami Bakura lifted his head and looked into the Senen eye. Placing his hand upon the Millennium ring he began to dissolve into thin air. Yami Bakura entered the body, which was now his. The light from the floor faded and the body landed softly on its feet, no longer floating. Its eyes burst open, seeing the world for the first time, but having seen it a billion times before through different eyes. Yami Bakura now looked through the body's eyes he moved his hand and looked at it. It was the body's hand that he saw, only now it was his hand. He placed his new hand on his new chest, feeling the beat of his new heart, which he could never feel as a spirit.
Just because he had a human body did not mean that he had lost his Yami powers. In fact, he's dark powers had increased now that he had a body to harbor them.
He turned around. He was in Bakura's room, but where was Bakura? Yami Bakura began to search the house leaving not one corner unturned.
At the hospital, the doctors had all agreed Bakura needed a blood transfusion and fast. Blood tests were underway and Bakura's wounded chest was heavily wrapped with cloth bandages.
A nurse gave a doctor the results for the blood test as Bakura's aunt argued with the secretary over the price of the procedure. "What do you mean?! If it's gonna cost me that much than I say to just let the little bugger die!"
"Ma'am, it's only a few hundred dollars and it's the cheapest procedure, please." The secretary said with some concern in her voice.
After being nagged and pleaded to by the secretary, Bakura's aunt finally gave in and paid for Bakura's blood transfusion.
Bakura had finally passed out, his limp body in a hospital bed. Blood was being pumped into his body through a tube in his arm. He looked sick and feeble especially in the dim lights of Bakura's hospital room. He had always been pale but he was very pale now. His eyes had dark circles around them, giving him a somewhat, dead, impression.
Bakura spent only one night at the hospital because his aunt would not pay for any other medical treatment or rest that he needed. But during that night, Bakura had a dream; he hadn't had a dream in so long. All it had been was torture every time he tried to sleep, but this time he had an actual dream.
It was a wonderful feeling to have a dream after not having one for so long:
'Bakura was lying on his bed in his room. Not the one in the basement of his aunt's house, the one he had when he was a child. His room in his mother and father's house before Bakura's father had ever gone on long expeditions and before his mother died.
Bakura was enjoying himself in his soft bed, in his nicely sized room with sky blue wallpaper and the spring green curtains. He could hardly remember ever living like this. The most work he would ever have to do was occasionally wash the dishes or help his dad with the lawn work. It was a quaint, quiet little house. The birds would chirp every morning and the flower's fragrance would carry through the window and tickle his nose sweetly. It was everything he had ever really wanted.
Bakura sat up in his bed and looked at his hands. They hadn't changed; they were the same 15-year-old hands that he always had, except they were clean and unscarred. He plopped back down in his bed. How comfortable it was.
The door too Bakura's room cracked open. Bakura turned his head to look. A dark, brown eye peeked at him from the crack in the door. He knew who's eye that belonged to and he smiled. Not his weak sickly smile, his joyful smile, that lit up his face and charmed many.
The door opened more and the eye was given a body. A woman with dark brown eyes and long brown hair came in. She was a tall skinny woman with a very nice face, only about in her late thirties. She smiled at Bakura, her smile lighting up the already bright room. "I've been waiting for you, Bakura...for a very long time."
Bakura sat up and looked at her, he hadn't seen her face for so long. He spoke in a soft sweet voice, "I've really missed you, Mom."
The dark haired woman looked Bakura over. Her voice was like a golden bell hung in Bakura's heart. "I've missed you too." She continued to look at him, from head to toe. "You've grown up to be so handsome, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Nah...No girl wants to go out with me. I'm not handsome, but I don't mind. I'm too shy anyways."
Bakura's mother sat on his bed next to him. "Bakura, you are a very handsome boy," she said as she began to stroke his long white hair. "I'm sure you'll find yourself a girl to settle down with. What are you, 15, 16 now?"
"15 now." He was enjoying how she stroked his hair. Her soft touch that he hadn't felt for a long time soothed his spirit.
Bakura's mother put both of her hands under Bakura's chin and lifted his face to look into hers. Her eyes met his and they both just looked into each other's eyes. Bakura's mother finally said, "Bakura, are you happy? You look fine now, but your eyes tell me a different story. What has happened to you?"
"The truth is, I'm not happy, Mom...I hate the way I live...I hate everything about it! After you died and left me, everything I ever cared or dreamed about was taken from me. I'm sad, lonely, and tortured now. I miss you, Mommy, and I want you back." Tears began to form in his eyes and began to roll down his cheeks.
Bakura's mother looked back into his blurry eyes sadly and kissed him softly on the forehead. She hugged him and pulled his head into the crook of her neck to comfort him. "My poor baby boy." She said softly.
Bakura closed his eyes and cried quietly. "I miss you, Mommy," he whimpered again.
Bakura's mother's warm soft body suddenly became cold and hard, like stone. Bakura was confused and looked up into what he expected to be her face.
It was a face all right, but not the face of his mother. It was the face of Yami Bakura, the dark eyed pale demon. Bakura pulled away from Yami Bakura's grip and stared at him, very confused.
Yami Bakura grinned at Bakura evilly and the room Bakura had once called his own, changed into a dark world with dark colored mist.
Bakura looked around very confused and very afraid. He turned back to where Yami Bakura was sitting to see it was his mother again, only this time she looked to be in pain and her wrists were chained. A chain leash was clamped around her neck.
"Mom!" Bakura was next to her in an instant and was desperately struggling to get the chains off of her.
The leash around Bakura's mother's neck jerked his mother away from him. Bakura looked up and his eyes followed the leash to its holder, Yami Bakura.
"It's all your fault..." Bakura said quietly. "It's all your fault!" Bakura said again, only this time yelling it at Yami Bakura. "You made my life miserable after Mom died! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Yami Bakura laughed insanely and gave the chain another hard pull. Bakura's mother was on the ground in a matter of nanoseconds. He began to drag her away very quickly. She began screaming his name and crying as she was pulled away into the mist.
Bakura scrambled to his feet as quick as he could. He began to chase her trying to catch up with her, following her screams for him. Bakura ran for what seemed like forever before his mother's screams stopped. Bakura stopped and looked around, practically in tears. He saw something move in the mists, about 100 yards away. Bakura began walking closer. He was 50 yards away when he realized it was his mother.
The ground around her was like slime and it was sucking her in like quicksand. She was already up to her neck. "Bakura," She called.
Bakura started dashing over to her but the faster he ran the faster she was sinking. Bakura had run about 20 yards and her head went under but one of her arms was still sticking out, waiting his arrival. Bakura kept running, hoping that he could get to her hand before she sunk all the way under. He was one step away; his mother's hand was all the showed. Bakura took one last step, the step that could have saved her when her hand disappeared from view, under the surface.
"No!" Bakura yelled. He kneeled and touched the ground to try to reach in and save her, but the ground was hard. "Mom..." Bakura whispered to himself. "Mom..."
Bakura lied down on the ground and curled up into a ball. His eyes were wide and he was shivering. Tears began to flow and his breathing was shallow. He could feel his heart cry for his mother, just like it had when his mother died. "Mom..." He repeated over and over quietly. Once again, she was gone from him...forever...'
