This is a sequel to 'Nobody Expects the Innocent'. Well, no, actually it's
what happened to lead up to Nobody Expects the Innocent (please note that I
hate using 'prequel' cause it's a very annoying word.)
Warnings: No warnings here! Well, a little Ryou Angst, but that's the norm for me.
Pairings: So far expected Ryou x Bakura with Ryou being dom.
*word* = italics or thoughts.
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Chapter One
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Deep brown eyes scanned the spines of the numerous books lining rows upon rows of shelves in the large study that his father kept. Most of the books were old and out of date and practically all of them were collecting dust.
Eight-year old Ryou Bakura coughed lightly as some dust entered his lungs. Geez, was his father ever a packrat. If figured though, Ryou had to get it from somewhere didn't he?
Thinking of his father seemed to cast the already dull aura around him into a much deeper depression. A cloud of sorrow seemed to follow him when his father wasn't around, and now that his aunt and uncle had a baby to take care of, they didn't really have much time for him anymore. But he wouldn't complain out loud, he knew that they all loved him but had other things to do.
A plain black book caught his eye. It was thick and looked to be ancient. It probably hadn't been moved in years, but there was no dust on it. Curiously, Ryou carefully pried it from its friends and opened the hard cover. Instantly dust flew up at him, causing the small boy to drop the book and start coughing.
Ryou leaned against the bookshelf as he gasped for breath, it took only a moment for his passages to clear and he could breath easier again. He picked up the book again and went to a large desk his father had collected on one of his escalations in South America. A rich American landowner had passed away and he had no heir or family to collect his things. So the people that bought his land from the government had his possessions auctioned off. Ryou's father had bought the desk. The chair on the other hand squeaked and was from the local STAPLES.
Sitting in the squeaky leather chair, Ryou set the book down in front of him and carefully flipped the cover, ready for anymore dust. Happily, there was none and he was able to read the title. Well, he would have been able to read it if it had been written in English.
"That's weird." Ryou raised an eyebrow as he tried to figure out what language it was. Flipping a few pages a head of him he found that the entire book was of the same language. "Gah!" He sighed in frustration and pushed the book away. Unfortunately he'd pushed a little too hard and the book fell off the desk and fell to the floor on the other side.
"Shoot." Ryou got up and moved around the desk. He stopped when he heard the baby begin to cry, the loud noise from the book had probably woken him. He sighed to himself as he heard the familiar footsteps running up the stairs as his aunt and uncle stood by, ready at his beck and call.
Jamie Jackson Kenton.
Or to anyone who thought it was cute, 'JJ'.
It had been a cold October day when Jamie had been born. Halloween to be exact, at exactly 12:02 PM. Ryou's father had called to congratulate Richard and Silvia and there were a lot of friends of the family's over at the house to see the new baby for days afterward.
Of course, everyone had forgotten Ryou's birthday in the excitement, except his father, who had called to wish him a happy birthday. He hadn't minded much because he had been excited about the new baby too. He would kind of be like an older brother since he loved with Richard and Silvia. Jamie was like one big birthday present. Now that the excitement was over - at least for him - he wished things would go back to normal.
Richard never had time to help him with his schoolwork anymore, and Silvia never read with him before bed. They were always too busy with the *baby*.
But he wouldn't say anything. He figured that that was how all parents reacted to having children - at least the first. He also figured that if his mother had lived through his birth, then she'd have been excited too. *Consider yourself lucky Jamie, you get a mother and a father.* Ryou sighed inwardly as he bent to pick up the book. "With my luck you'll be the most popular kid at school and while you're bringing friends home, Auntie Silvia will start asking why I don't have any friends." He muttered as he looked down at the opened book.
A familiar picture caught his eye. "That's they Eye of Horus!" He realized, "It's in Egyptian!" He grinned to himself and placed the book back on the desk and ran over to another stand of books before pulling another book from its home. He quickly sat down in the chair again and flipped through it.
Taking his Ring off, he placed it beside the old book so he could see the hieroglyphics on it, then he turned to the index of the old dusty book and found the same symbol as on his Ring. With the help of the translation from the dictionary, he quickly found what page he needed. To his surprise, there was English text.
"'Meant as a sealing spell for those of the damned, this incantation is also meant to unseal if read again. Apparently items that have this incantation placed upon then are cursed and a terrible darkness will take over their mind and slowly drive them crazy. Of course, this was only a tale to keep people from unsealing the damned that had been imprisoned.'"
"Okay." Ryou shook his head and looked at the translated incantation.
"Kept for Five-thousand-fifteen years
A soul no longer allowed mortal tears
A curse carried but must be sent
Darkness shall corrupt the innocent"
Ryou blinked. "Wow, someone must have been a poet." He rolled his eyes and slammed the book shut, only to look up and scream. "Oh my god who are you!" He demanded in one breath.
The figure before him. . .looked much like himself, only slightly different. This boy had white hair down to about his chin, instead of his shoulders and he had a scar on the right side of his face. He was tanned and his brown eyes held something that shouldn't have been there in one so young looking.
The figure did not speak, did not even open his mouth to attempt it. Instead he tilted his head curiously, looking at the smaller boy.
"I said who are you?" Ryou asked again, studying the boy before him. This boy was wearing rags and he was covered in filth, and by the looks of it he was probably barefoot too. The desk hindered Ryou's view of him, and he could only hope the boy was wearing pants.or something of the sort.
"Are you the one who released me?" The voice startled Ryou and he jumped back against the chair. It wasn't that this stranger had yelled, his voice had actually been very soft, almost like a whisper, it was the graveled sound to it that had startled the boy.
"Release you? From where?" Ryou looked confused but gasped when the boy pointed to the Ring sitting on the desk between them.
"Did you read the sealing spell?" The boy asked, just as quiet as before.
Ryou looked at him then looked down at the book then at the Ring, "I guess I did." He muttered. "But I don't understand! My dad bought this in the market! It couldn't be real, there are probably hundreds like it."
The tanned boy shook his head. "I assure you that it is one of a kind. It was created by a powerful pharaoh for my imprisonment. Has it really been five thousand years?" The boy wondered curiously, almost sadly.
Ryou looked at the incantation. "I suppose. It says in this incantation about five-thousand-fifteen years. I really don't know much about it since nobody could translate what was on it." He shrugged helplessly.
The boy took the Ring gently into his hands and Ryou noticed the calluses, cuts and scars on this stranger's skin. The boy grinned, "Besides the sealing spell, the only other thing engraved on here is my name." He replied.
"Well?" Ryou prompted, "What is your name?"
"Bakura, my name is Bakura."
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TBC
Warnings: No warnings here! Well, a little Ryou Angst, but that's the norm for me.
Pairings: So far expected Ryou x Bakura with Ryou being dom.
*word* = italics or thoughts.
- - -
Chapter One
- - -
Deep brown eyes scanned the spines of the numerous books lining rows upon rows of shelves in the large study that his father kept. Most of the books were old and out of date and practically all of them were collecting dust.
Eight-year old Ryou Bakura coughed lightly as some dust entered his lungs. Geez, was his father ever a packrat. If figured though, Ryou had to get it from somewhere didn't he?
Thinking of his father seemed to cast the already dull aura around him into a much deeper depression. A cloud of sorrow seemed to follow him when his father wasn't around, and now that his aunt and uncle had a baby to take care of, they didn't really have much time for him anymore. But he wouldn't complain out loud, he knew that they all loved him but had other things to do.
A plain black book caught his eye. It was thick and looked to be ancient. It probably hadn't been moved in years, but there was no dust on it. Curiously, Ryou carefully pried it from its friends and opened the hard cover. Instantly dust flew up at him, causing the small boy to drop the book and start coughing.
Ryou leaned against the bookshelf as he gasped for breath, it took only a moment for his passages to clear and he could breath easier again. He picked up the book again and went to a large desk his father had collected on one of his escalations in South America. A rich American landowner had passed away and he had no heir or family to collect his things. So the people that bought his land from the government had his possessions auctioned off. Ryou's father had bought the desk. The chair on the other hand squeaked and was from the local STAPLES.
Sitting in the squeaky leather chair, Ryou set the book down in front of him and carefully flipped the cover, ready for anymore dust. Happily, there was none and he was able to read the title. Well, he would have been able to read it if it had been written in English.
"That's weird." Ryou raised an eyebrow as he tried to figure out what language it was. Flipping a few pages a head of him he found that the entire book was of the same language. "Gah!" He sighed in frustration and pushed the book away. Unfortunately he'd pushed a little too hard and the book fell off the desk and fell to the floor on the other side.
"Shoot." Ryou got up and moved around the desk. He stopped when he heard the baby begin to cry, the loud noise from the book had probably woken him. He sighed to himself as he heard the familiar footsteps running up the stairs as his aunt and uncle stood by, ready at his beck and call.
Jamie Jackson Kenton.
Or to anyone who thought it was cute, 'JJ'.
It had been a cold October day when Jamie had been born. Halloween to be exact, at exactly 12:02 PM. Ryou's father had called to congratulate Richard and Silvia and there were a lot of friends of the family's over at the house to see the new baby for days afterward.
Of course, everyone had forgotten Ryou's birthday in the excitement, except his father, who had called to wish him a happy birthday. He hadn't minded much because he had been excited about the new baby too. He would kind of be like an older brother since he loved with Richard and Silvia. Jamie was like one big birthday present. Now that the excitement was over - at least for him - he wished things would go back to normal.
Richard never had time to help him with his schoolwork anymore, and Silvia never read with him before bed. They were always too busy with the *baby*.
But he wouldn't say anything. He figured that that was how all parents reacted to having children - at least the first. He also figured that if his mother had lived through his birth, then she'd have been excited too. *Consider yourself lucky Jamie, you get a mother and a father.* Ryou sighed inwardly as he bent to pick up the book. "With my luck you'll be the most popular kid at school and while you're bringing friends home, Auntie Silvia will start asking why I don't have any friends." He muttered as he looked down at the opened book.
A familiar picture caught his eye. "That's they Eye of Horus!" He realized, "It's in Egyptian!" He grinned to himself and placed the book back on the desk and ran over to another stand of books before pulling another book from its home. He quickly sat down in the chair again and flipped through it.
Taking his Ring off, he placed it beside the old book so he could see the hieroglyphics on it, then he turned to the index of the old dusty book and found the same symbol as on his Ring. With the help of the translation from the dictionary, he quickly found what page he needed. To his surprise, there was English text.
"'Meant as a sealing spell for those of the damned, this incantation is also meant to unseal if read again. Apparently items that have this incantation placed upon then are cursed and a terrible darkness will take over their mind and slowly drive them crazy. Of course, this was only a tale to keep people from unsealing the damned that had been imprisoned.'"
"Okay." Ryou shook his head and looked at the translated incantation.
"Kept for Five-thousand-fifteen years
A soul no longer allowed mortal tears
A curse carried but must be sent
Darkness shall corrupt the innocent"
Ryou blinked. "Wow, someone must have been a poet." He rolled his eyes and slammed the book shut, only to look up and scream. "Oh my god who are you!" He demanded in one breath.
The figure before him. . .looked much like himself, only slightly different. This boy had white hair down to about his chin, instead of his shoulders and he had a scar on the right side of his face. He was tanned and his brown eyes held something that shouldn't have been there in one so young looking.
The figure did not speak, did not even open his mouth to attempt it. Instead he tilted his head curiously, looking at the smaller boy.
"I said who are you?" Ryou asked again, studying the boy before him. This boy was wearing rags and he was covered in filth, and by the looks of it he was probably barefoot too. The desk hindered Ryou's view of him, and he could only hope the boy was wearing pants.or something of the sort.
"Are you the one who released me?" The voice startled Ryou and he jumped back against the chair. It wasn't that this stranger had yelled, his voice had actually been very soft, almost like a whisper, it was the graveled sound to it that had startled the boy.
"Release you? From where?" Ryou looked confused but gasped when the boy pointed to the Ring sitting on the desk between them.
"Did you read the sealing spell?" The boy asked, just as quiet as before.
Ryou looked at him then looked down at the book then at the Ring, "I guess I did." He muttered. "But I don't understand! My dad bought this in the market! It couldn't be real, there are probably hundreds like it."
The tanned boy shook his head. "I assure you that it is one of a kind. It was created by a powerful pharaoh for my imprisonment. Has it really been five thousand years?" The boy wondered curiously, almost sadly.
Ryou looked at the incantation. "I suppose. It says in this incantation about five-thousand-fifteen years. I really don't know much about it since nobody could translate what was on it." He shrugged helplessly.
The boy took the Ring gently into his hands and Ryou noticed the calluses, cuts and scars on this stranger's skin. The boy grinned, "Besides the sealing spell, the only other thing engraved on here is my name." He replied.
"Well?" Ryou prompted, "What is your name?"
"Bakura, my name is Bakura."
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TBC