Most of the editing seems to be removing OOC childish drivel. : Ugh. It's embarrassing to think I fancied myself "smart" in those days… -___-
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh copyright Kazuki Takahashi.
Warnings: Mature themes. Mention of rape.
Mou Hitori no Boku: Hakanai Tamashii
The Other Me: Frail Soul
(Ryou)
All eyes darted to the windows as a loud explosion rocked the foundation of the school. After an initial stunned silence, my classmates and I were herded out the door, wincing as fire alarms screeched bloody murder in our ears. Murmurs of excitement, fear, and curiosity filled the air, and I somehow managed to get separated from my group in the tumult. Bodies pushed and shoved their way past, and I soon found myself alone on the outskirts of the large courtyard.
Sighing, I looked around, noting a large billow of smoke coming from the West. It was a sickly green hue, wafting up in thick, lazy clouds that kept their shape despite the slight breeze. My eyes widened. Smoke wasn't supposed to look that way. The explosion must have come from the Chemistry building in the A-wing.
Ignoring that little voice that argued that fumes from chemical fires were dangerous, I hurried down the halls toward the fire. On the way there, I stumbled upon a small figure with spiky, multicolored hair staring at the flaming building. I crossed the stretch of half-dead grass, intent on finding out what had happened, but froze mid-step when the person turned to look at me over their shoulder. Bright, crimson eyes bored into mine, and my heart was gripped with fear. There was something almost feral about the way his eyes glistened in the light of the blaze.
I was jolted out of my thoughts by a searing pain in my chest. Unbuttoning the top three clips of my school jacket, I realized the golden ring that hung from my neck was burning my skin through my dress shirt. My eyes darted back to the strange boy. Was he behind this? Did the spirit of the ring have something against him? How was that possible- the spirit came from ancient Egypt; he couldn't possibly know this guy, could he?!
The boy with the piercing eyes smirked and whispered something that was drowned out by the sirens of approaching fire trucks, then turned his gaze back to the raging inferno. There was a flash of light as the roof of the chemistry building collapsed, and I clenched my eyes shut to avoid the heat and dust. Upon opening them again, the boy was kneeling on the ground, his head in his hands.
My ring stopped burning, though I could still sense the spirit's agitation, and I gathered what little courage I had and walked up to the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder. He stiffened.
Wondering at the non sequitur action, I hesitated before speaking. In that brief pause, the boy turned, and I was greeted with frightened violet eyes. Startled, I pondered the change for a moment, and the boy scrambled backward out of my grasp. A golden glint diverted my attention to his necklace, and any thoughts of questioning the small teen about the fire were whisked away. This boy had a sennen item, just like me.
That explained why the spirit reacted so violently. He must know the spirit residing in this boy's item from back in their time. Catching movement out of the corner of my eye, I abruptly realized the frightened teen had been slowly backing away from me while I'd been preoccupied with my thoughts. As I opened my mouth to calm him, he froze, then turned and bolted before I could say anything.
"W-wha? H- hey! Wait! I just want to talk!"
The other paid me no heed, racing in the direction of the track field as fast as his short legs could carry him. I bit my lip, trying to decide whether to follow him, when a cold voice echoed in my mind.
//Follow him…// The voice commanded, //If you let him escape, there'll be hell to pay, do you understand?//
I gulped, knowing exactly what he had in mind. I'd disobeyed him in the past, and if I was lucky, he let me off with a simple beating. Other times… I shuddered, taking a deep breath before following after the other boy. Those memories were better left buried.
Forcing down a wave of nausea, I tried to focus on the task at hand. I could still see him, and was steadily gaining ground, but was rather surprised by his speed. Though fear of getting caught, which I assumed was the underlying reason behind his current actions, was enough to give anyone a boost of adrenaline, this kid was obviously a pro. I bet he'd had plenty of practice running from the many bullies our school harbored… I knew exactly how he felt, and yet, there I was chasing after him. God, I felt like such a hypocrite!
Guilt guiding my actions, I timidly searched for an answer from the spirit, still pursuing the boy at a steady pace. /Um… May I ask why we're after this boy? P- please don't be angry by my asking such a question! I'm not disagreeing with you or anything, I'd just… like to know.../
I felt a twinge of hauteur though our shared link, and had a gut feeling I wouldn't like his answer...
//Simple- kill the vessel, and you render the other helpless. And then… Then, the pharaoh shall pay…//
