Me: I'm so sorry it's taken so long to update! I've been in the hospital
five weeks and just got home. I hope I didn't lose anybody..
Bakura: I'm still here!
Me: You don't count. I was talking about my viewers
Bakura: Well excuse me for living! \ _/
Me: Anyway, I know I left a lot of people in suspense, and I'm sorry. But I couldn't upload from the hospital computers. So hopefully everyone's still interested to see if they died or not. But if you don't, I understand..
Bakura: No they don't. Anyway, get on with the story!
~To Ryou~
His eyes opened into two slits, looking about his surroundings. Quickly sitting up, he was shocked to where they were. It was like a room in a temple, except there was no entrance, nor no exit. An eerie light with no source hovered about the room, and he heard the constant, irritating sound of dripping water. Regaining his senses, he remembered Bakura, and looked about him. Bakura was laying on the floor, face paler then usual, his eyes closed, and his body limp and relaxed. Ryou rushed over to him, kneeling by his side. "Bakura! Bakura!" He said, shaking his shoulder. But he didn't move, nor did he respond. He was dead silent. Fearing the worst, Ryou turned him from his side position to laying flat on his back, his arms laying at his sides, fingers partially curled. His head was turned to the side, white hair falling around his face and framing it with a brilliant silver-white. Ryou felt his chest. No slight movement of the chest indicated his heart had stopped. He picked up one cold hand and felt his pulse; no movement from the central vein. He was dead. "This can't end this way. He can't be dead." Ryou whispered, suddenly feeling a shiver go up his spine. He shivered when he felt it stop at the top of his neck, it slowly disappearing. "Oh, Bakura!" He sobbed, tears streaming down his face. A whisper suddenly moved through the room. Ryou looked up, glancing about him with shock. He had heard something, something very low, almost unable to hear. Ryou! There it was again! Someone calling his name. "Who are you?" Ryou asked the room. Who do you think? It was obvious that was the voice of his yami. But it was coming from all around him, not the still body that lay next to him. "Where are you?" Ryou asked again. The question is, where are YOU? Ryou raised an eyebrow. "Ummm..I'm in some sort of temple room...but there's no entrances or anything..I'm sealed in..with your body." Ryou shuddered at the thought of a dead body being in the same room he was. Just glorious. Well, there's no way I'm leaving from where I am, so I believe it's up to you. It's in your hands now; seeing at the moment I don't have any.. The spirit grumbled. Ryou wasn't so sure this was the Bakura he knew. He sounded too wise, too kindly. But he ignored it. "What should I do? Without your strength and the magic of the Millennium Ring, I'm helpless." Ryou sighed. Shaking his head with sorrow, he closed his eyes. "I'm afraid I'm going to be joining you soon." He said softly. Don't start giving up now, Ryou! I need you to get us BOTH out of here! If you don't, do you think I can? I'm a spirit, for heaven's sake! I'm not so sure how to get out of this either, but somehow we're going to have to. Or I'm in quite the predicament. With me up here and you down there. Ryou noticed his voice seemed different. Perhaps it was because Sakura had part of his spirit, and that his whole spirit wasn't intact. Now Ryou's head was hurting from confusion. But, then again, it felt as though his yami was speaking to him through his mind! Now getting a headache, he sank down to the floor, sitting himself on the cold stone. "There HAS to be some way to get out of this dimension. Some kind of exit." Ryou said to himself. There is a way. But it's inside your mind, not in what you see. The spirit directed. Ryou looked up at the ceiling. "Are you REALLY Yami Bakura?" He asked. Well..sort of. I'm Bakura's conscience. What tells him the difference between right and wrong. I'm the one who told him to help out Sakura that time, and to protect you numerous times. I suppose he doesn't hear me as much as he should. Bakura's Conscience said. "I see.in my mind, huh? What do you suppose THAT means?" Ryou asked in sort of a sarcastic tone. Sakura is using your own thoughts to create this world you are in. All you need to do is WISH a door was there, and, hopefully, you'll get your wish! The Conscience said. "Can I wish for Bakura to be alive again?" Ryou asked excitedly. Don't push it. One thought at a time. Now how about that door. "Coming right up!" He thought hard about the door, clearing all other thoughts out of his head, and, soon enough, he heard a rumble in the wall next to him. When he opened his eyes, a stone door had opened, revealing something outside with light shining in. "A door! I think I bloody did it!" Ryou said, walking steadily over to the door and peering around the edge of the door frame made in stone. What he saw was actually the bathroom in which he and Bakura had once been. He made himself visible to the scene, coming into total view, reaching out his hand to see if it was real. His hand disappeared behind a gel type of covering, with the consistency of water, rippling at his gentle touch. Well isn't that the strangest thing I've ever laid eyes on. What do you suppose is on the other side? Came the curious, wise voice of Bakura's conscience. "I don't know. What if it's a trap, and I can't get back to my yami?" Ryou asked the ceiling. I'm afraid there's only ONE way to solve that question, Ryou. You have to face that fear and see what IS on the other side. If you don't, who's going to save Bakura? I'll be with you, even in that other realm outside of here. Now let's see some courage. Conscience encouraged him with a gentle breeze that blew through the imaginary realm they were in. Ryou took a deep breath, looking back at Bakura's still body that lay on the cold stone floor. 'I'll be right back, Bakura.' He promised. Sticking the rest of his skinny, pale arm in, his body followed, his head going through and peeking on the other side. "What is this.." His voice trailed off so that his lips were forming the words but with no sound. It was an endless rolling field, the sky an angry gray, and a lone apple tree bare and dead sat on top of the hill. Beyond it, he didn't see anything. He realized that this is where he felt the breeze blowing through, but why he was here he could not figure out so quickly. Well this is different. Bakura's conscience said, still following Ryou in a linked mental connection. "Do you know what this place is?" Ryou asked. I know everything about Bakura, but different realms I know no more then you do. But I have a feeling you should go over that hill. I think there's something on the other side. The conscience suggested. "Well, since I'm already here," Ryou muttered, and walked steadily to the hill. When he reached the top, the breeze was more like a wind, and the clouds were even darker then before. Everything was barren and very plain, and what caught Ryou's eye what lay below him down the slope of the hill. There was a small graveyard, consisting of about fifty gravestones, and in the middle of them, hunched over and bent down to look at a stone, was a young man whom resembled Ryou in every way. Thick, silvery-white hair lay on the man's back, and a black coat was drawn close to his neck. "It's Bakura! BAKURA!" Ryou called, waving his hands. But either Bakura didn't hear him, or the wind carried Ryou's desperate calls away from his ears. Ryou continued down the hill, until he was surely close enough for Bakura to see him. But Bakura's look was on the gravestone, and as Ryou watched, like a rushing wind across the plains of the west, the scene before him changed. Though Bakura was unfazed, the scenery transformed in a wave as fast as the wind itself.
The grass turned to sand, the tree that stood atop the hill turned into a palm tree swaying in the hot breeze, and the sun shone overhead. The rolling hills were now high mounds of sand that had ripples in it like a dry stream. Bakura's clothes were different, a tan shirt made of animal hides, and baggy pants made out of light brown linen. The gravestone was now a flat rock, but as Ryou came around to see what was written, it revealed to be spelled in hieroglyphics.
"What does it say?" Ryou asked Bakura's conscience. It says, 'gods have mercy on the body that lies thereof, Akana Bakura II 4048 B.C.E. Conscience said, but Ryou was still puzzled. 'Who is she?' He thought. Bakura leaned over, brushing the sand dust off of the tombstone gently, his deep brown eyes looking unusually sad and blank. "May you rest in peace, Mother." He said softly, taking a small necklace made of gold off of his neck and laying it on top of the tombstone. Smiling a bit with sadness, seeing how he had made the site look more personalized, he stood up. Not noticing Ryou at all, he began walking off. Ryou followed him, watching as he stopped, taking a knife out of his pant's small pocket, raising the knife into the air with both hands and getting ready to stab himself in the heart. Ryou cringed, unable to stop Bakura, but he didn't need to because Bakura stopped, the knifepoint just centimeters from penetrating his flesh. Sighing, he placed the knife back into his pocket. His eyes suddenly got a glare of revenge in them, eyebrows turned down in anger, as he walked to the palace that sat only about a mile away in front of him. Ryou continued to follow behind him, wanting to know more of what Bakura was planning.
Kira: Well that's it! End of story! NOT!! HA HA HA!
Bakura: You are so childish.
Kira: *facefault* It's April. I pull pranks on people all month! *Evil grin*
Bakura: I thought April 1st was when you did that.
Kira: I made it a month long holiday! So anyway, was it good enough for those who were waiting? I need ideas because, honestly, I've been copying all this from an unfinished story. I need ideas! (But not until AFTER the next two chapters) Oh, and by the way, I'm sorry I haven't brought up the dating service, which finally has some takers! *applause from random fan girls*
Kira: *Bows* I'll bring all the cutest guys here to get everyone's attention!
*Yami, Yugi, Ryou, Malik, Kaiba, Joey, Tristan, and Duke all fall through a hole that has magically appeared in the ceiling of Kira's studio*
Bakura: *Eye twitch* Oh gods, I thought I was going to get through this fic WITHOUT seeing them again! *remembers incident with the flaming torch* *Shudders*
Yami: *Rubs bruised head* Don't tell me we're HERE again!
Duke: We are! *Groans at sprained tail bone*
Malik: Look, it's not like we're going to get bombarded by girls!
*All but Kira notices two girls standing in the studio* *All eye twitch*
Kira: Please welcome two girls who would LOVE to take two of you lucky bachelors out on a date! Meet Daredevil and Aiko. *Daredevil was a cute girl with a tank top and pants, while Aiko was a taller girl with a glittery shirt with ANGEL written in gold lettering. She wore a black skirt that went just below the knee, and black boots. Her hair was tied up in a half bun with a black ribbon.*
Kira: *walking up to the boys, she takes Bakura and Malik out of the group* You two lucky boys will be their dates. Malik goes to Aiko, and Bakura goes to Daredevil.
Bakura *Mutters* Sounds wonderful.
Malik: *in a daze over how beautiful his date is* Ahhhhhhhh.
Kira: ^_^ Have fun you guys! Remember, back at eleven or I kill you both! Goodbye, goodbye! *Waves hysterically as the girls hook arms with the almost unwilling "Boyfriends" and disappears out the door*
Kira: *Sits down in script writing chair* Seeing Bakura is gone for the moment, I'll need a NEW co-author host to help me out. How about you ALL help me?
Everyone: *Crickets chirp*
Kira: Rrrrrrrrrrrr! OKAY! *Is screaming* I WILL FORCE YOU ALL TO STAY WITH ME UNTIL THIS FIC IS DONE, IS THAT CELAR OR DO I NEED TO YELL SOME MORE?!!!!!
Everyone: *Silence*
Kira: Good. But like I said, I have plenty of co-hosts, but no ideas! I've had writers block on this story for quite a while! I need you, the readers, to help me. Also, I'd like to send a shout out to my favorite authoress SoulBonded! *Peace sign* rock on girl!
Bakura: I'm still here!
Me: You don't count. I was talking about my viewers
Bakura: Well excuse me for living! \ _/
Me: Anyway, I know I left a lot of people in suspense, and I'm sorry. But I couldn't upload from the hospital computers. So hopefully everyone's still interested to see if they died or not. But if you don't, I understand..
Bakura: No they don't. Anyway, get on with the story!
~To Ryou~
His eyes opened into two slits, looking about his surroundings. Quickly sitting up, he was shocked to where they were. It was like a room in a temple, except there was no entrance, nor no exit. An eerie light with no source hovered about the room, and he heard the constant, irritating sound of dripping water. Regaining his senses, he remembered Bakura, and looked about him. Bakura was laying on the floor, face paler then usual, his eyes closed, and his body limp and relaxed. Ryou rushed over to him, kneeling by his side. "Bakura! Bakura!" He said, shaking his shoulder. But he didn't move, nor did he respond. He was dead silent. Fearing the worst, Ryou turned him from his side position to laying flat on his back, his arms laying at his sides, fingers partially curled. His head was turned to the side, white hair falling around his face and framing it with a brilliant silver-white. Ryou felt his chest. No slight movement of the chest indicated his heart had stopped. He picked up one cold hand and felt his pulse; no movement from the central vein. He was dead. "This can't end this way. He can't be dead." Ryou whispered, suddenly feeling a shiver go up his spine. He shivered when he felt it stop at the top of his neck, it slowly disappearing. "Oh, Bakura!" He sobbed, tears streaming down his face. A whisper suddenly moved through the room. Ryou looked up, glancing about him with shock. He had heard something, something very low, almost unable to hear. Ryou! There it was again! Someone calling his name. "Who are you?" Ryou asked the room. Who do you think? It was obvious that was the voice of his yami. But it was coming from all around him, not the still body that lay next to him. "Where are you?" Ryou asked again. The question is, where are YOU? Ryou raised an eyebrow. "Ummm..I'm in some sort of temple room...but there's no entrances or anything..I'm sealed in..with your body." Ryou shuddered at the thought of a dead body being in the same room he was. Just glorious. Well, there's no way I'm leaving from where I am, so I believe it's up to you. It's in your hands now; seeing at the moment I don't have any.. The spirit grumbled. Ryou wasn't so sure this was the Bakura he knew. He sounded too wise, too kindly. But he ignored it. "What should I do? Without your strength and the magic of the Millennium Ring, I'm helpless." Ryou sighed. Shaking his head with sorrow, he closed his eyes. "I'm afraid I'm going to be joining you soon." He said softly. Don't start giving up now, Ryou! I need you to get us BOTH out of here! If you don't, do you think I can? I'm a spirit, for heaven's sake! I'm not so sure how to get out of this either, but somehow we're going to have to. Or I'm in quite the predicament. With me up here and you down there. Ryou noticed his voice seemed different. Perhaps it was because Sakura had part of his spirit, and that his whole spirit wasn't intact. Now Ryou's head was hurting from confusion. But, then again, it felt as though his yami was speaking to him through his mind! Now getting a headache, he sank down to the floor, sitting himself on the cold stone. "There HAS to be some way to get out of this dimension. Some kind of exit." Ryou said to himself. There is a way. But it's inside your mind, not in what you see. The spirit directed. Ryou looked up at the ceiling. "Are you REALLY Yami Bakura?" He asked. Well..sort of. I'm Bakura's conscience. What tells him the difference between right and wrong. I'm the one who told him to help out Sakura that time, and to protect you numerous times. I suppose he doesn't hear me as much as he should. Bakura's Conscience said. "I see.in my mind, huh? What do you suppose THAT means?" Ryou asked in sort of a sarcastic tone. Sakura is using your own thoughts to create this world you are in. All you need to do is WISH a door was there, and, hopefully, you'll get your wish! The Conscience said. "Can I wish for Bakura to be alive again?" Ryou asked excitedly. Don't push it. One thought at a time. Now how about that door. "Coming right up!" He thought hard about the door, clearing all other thoughts out of his head, and, soon enough, he heard a rumble in the wall next to him. When he opened his eyes, a stone door had opened, revealing something outside with light shining in. "A door! I think I bloody did it!" Ryou said, walking steadily over to the door and peering around the edge of the door frame made in stone. What he saw was actually the bathroom in which he and Bakura had once been. He made himself visible to the scene, coming into total view, reaching out his hand to see if it was real. His hand disappeared behind a gel type of covering, with the consistency of water, rippling at his gentle touch. Well isn't that the strangest thing I've ever laid eyes on. What do you suppose is on the other side? Came the curious, wise voice of Bakura's conscience. "I don't know. What if it's a trap, and I can't get back to my yami?" Ryou asked the ceiling. I'm afraid there's only ONE way to solve that question, Ryou. You have to face that fear and see what IS on the other side. If you don't, who's going to save Bakura? I'll be with you, even in that other realm outside of here. Now let's see some courage. Conscience encouraged him with a gentle breeze that blew through the imaginary realm they were in. Ryou took a deep breath, looking back at Bakura's still body that lay on the cold stone floor. 'I'll be right back, Bakura.' He promised. Sticking the rest of his skinny, pale arm in, his body followed, his head going through and peeking on the other side. "What is this.." His voice trailed off so that his lips were forming the words but with no sound. It was an endless rolling field, the sky an angry gray, and a lone apple tree bare and dead sat on top of the hill. Beyond it, he didn't see anything. He realized that this is where he felt the breeze blowing through, but why he was here he could not figure out so quickly. Well this is different. Bakura's conscience said, still following Ryou in a linked mental connection. "Do you know what this place is?" Ryou asked. I know everything about Bakura, but different realms I know no more then you do. But I have a feeling you should go over that hill. I think there's something on the other side. The conscience suggested. "Well, since I'm already here," Ryou muttered, and walked steadily to the hill. When he reached the top, the breeze was more like a wind, and the clouds were even darker then before. Everything was barren and very plain, and what caught Ryou's eye what lay below him down the slope of the hill. There was a small graveyard, consisting of about fifty gravestones, and in the middle of them, hunched over and bent down to look at a stone, was a young man whom resembled Ryou in every way. Thick, silvery-white hair lay on the man's back, and a black coat was drawn close to his neck. "It's Bakura! BAKURA!" Ryou called, waving his hands. But either Bakura didn't hear him, or the wind carried Ryou's desperate calls away from his ears. Ryou continued down the hill, until he was surely close enough for Bakura to see him. But Bakura's look was on the gravestone, and as Ryou watched, like a rushing wind across the plains of the west, the scene before him changed. Though Bakura was unfazed, the scenery transformed in a wave as fast as the wind itself.
The grass turned to sand, the tree that stood atop the hill turned into a palm tree swaying in the hot breeze, and the sun shone overhead. The rolling hills were now high mounds of sand that had ripples in it like a dry stream. Bakura's clothes were different, a tan shirt made of animal hides, and baggy pants made out of light brown linen. The gravestone was now a flat rock, but as Ryou came around to see what was written, it revealed to be spelled in hieroglyphics.
"What does it say?" Ryou asked Bakura's conscience. It says, 'gods have mercy on the body that lies thereof, Akana Bakura II 4048 B.C.E. Conscience said, but Ryou was still puzzled. 'Who is she?' He thought. Bakura leaned over, brushing the sand dust off of the tombstone gently, his deep brown eyes looking unusually sad and blank. "May you rest in peace, Mother." He said softly, taking a small necklace made of gold off of his neck and laying it on top of the tombstone. Smiling a bit with sadness, seeing how he had made the site look more personalized, he stood up. Not noticing Ryou at all, he began walking off. Ryou followed him, watching as he stopped, taking a knife out of his pant's small pocket, raising the knife into the air with both hands and getting ready to stab himself in the heart. Ryou cringed, unable to stop Bakura, but he didn't need to because Bakura stopped, the knifepoint just centimeters from penetrating his flesh. Sighing, he placed the knife back into his pocket. His eyes suddenly got a glare of revenge in them, eyebrows turned down in anger, as he walked to the palace that sat only about a mile away in front of him. Ryou continued to follow behind him, wanting to know more of what Bakura was planning.
Kira: Well that's it! End of story! NOT!! HA HA HA!
Bakura: You are so childish.
Kira: *facefault* It's April. I pull pranks on people all month! *Evil grin*
Bakura: I thought April 1st was when you did that.
Kira: I made it a month long holiday! So anyway, was it good enough for those who were waiting? I need ideas because, honestly, I've been copying all this from an unfinished story. I need ideas! (But not until AFTER the next two chapters) Oh, and by the way, I'm sorry I haven't brought up the dating service, which finally has some takers! *applause from random fan girls*
Kira: *Bows* I'll bring all the cutest guys here to get everyone's attention!
*Yami, Yugi, Ryou, Malik, Kaiba, Joey, Tristan, and Duke all fall through a hole that has magically appeared in the ceiling of Kira's studio*
Bakura: *Eye twitch* Oh gods, I thought I was going to get through this fic WITHOUT seeing them again! *remembers incident with the flaming torch* *Shudders*
Yami: *Rubs bruised head* Don't tell me we're HERE again!
Duke: We are! *Groans at sprained tail bone*
Malik: Look, it's not like we're going to get bombarded by girls!
*All but Kira notices two girls standing in the studio* *All eye twitch*
Kira: Please welcome two girls who would LOVE to take two of you lucky bachelors out on a date! Meet Daredevil and Aiko. *Daredevil was a cute girl with a tank top and pants, while Aiko was a taller girl with a glittery shirt with ANGEL written in gold lettering. She wore a black skirt that went just below the knee, and black boots. Her hair was tied up in a half bun with a black ribbon.*
Kira: *walking up to the boys, she takes Bakura and Malik out of the group* You two lucky boys will be their dates. Malik goes to Aiko, and Bakura goes to Daredevil.
Bakura *Mutters* Sounds wonderful.
Malik: *in a daze over how beautiful his date is* Ahhhhhhhh.
Kira: ^_^ Have fun you guys! Remember, back at eleven or I kill you both! Goodbye, goodbye! *Waves hysterically as the girls hook arms with the almost unwilling "Boyfriends" and disappears out the door*
Kira: *Sits down in script writing chair* Seeing Bakura is gone for the moment, I'll need a NEW co-author host to help me out. How about you ALL help me?
Everyone: *Crickets chirp*
Kira: Rrrrrrrrrrrr! OKAY! *Is screaming* I WILL FORCE YOU ALL TO STAY WITH ME UNTIL THIS FIC IS DONE, IS THAT CELAR OR DO I NEED TO YELL SOME MORE?!!!!!
Everyone: *Silence*
Kira: Good. But like I said, I have plenty of co-hosts, but no ideas! I've had writers block on this story for quite a while! I need you, the readers, to help me. Also, I'd like to send a shout out to my favorite authoress SoulBonded! *Peace sign* rock on girl!