Dove: Some of you aren't going to like this . . . Others however will see what I am doing. Might as well tell you.

I have had a few reviewers dislike the idea of witches in the wrong time era of Egypt. I never said any of it was real. I know witches aren't in the time era and I am aware that Christians were NOT there either. This story was not for nothing. I will continue this note at the end of this chappie.

On with the fic!

All a Dream but not for Nothing~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ryou groaned softly as he put his hand on his forehead and opened his eyes. 'Where am I?' He asked himself.

The last he remembered he was running from a shadow or a glob or something with Bakura and it caught up to them.

Ryou looked around. 'No, it couldn't have been a dream . . . It had to have been real!'

Ryou was sitting on his bed, in his room, as if he never went to school, came home, fought Bakura, Bakura telling him of his past, running away and finding Bakura, going to wherever they went.

Yes, the _entire_ thing was a dream.

There was a small creek sound at the doorway to Ryou's bedroom. It was Bakura. He was leaning into the doorframe.

Bakura smirked at Ryou. "You have one hell of an imagination, that had to have been the best one I've watched."

Ryou looked at the floor. He whispered softly. "It was all a dream? How long was I asleep?"

Bakura raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "What did you say to me, slave?"

"Was it all a dream, master?" Ryou said, lifting his head slightly, about to cry.

Nothing had changed. He never stood up for himself; he never ran away, he never got to really make Bakura see how important he was to Bakura.

"Yes, it was a dream . . . You've been asleep for about fifteen hours."

Ryou let his silent tears fall. His eyes widened when he began to hear things. He was hearing a whisper.

"But you have been waiting for this day . . . You have been training yourself to face him . . . Today's the day . . ."

Ryou didn't know why but the voice was really helping him. Slowly he stood up with his head down. "Today's the day." He whispered softly.

"Who told you, you could stand up, _Slave_?" Asked Bakura cold-heartedly.

"I . . . am not . . . a _slave_." Mumbled Ryou.

"What was that _Slave_?" Continued Bakura.

Ryou snapped his head up at Bakura, who was now standing right in front of him. Bakura's eyes widened at the color of Ryou's eyes.

They were still a chocolate brown but with a silver tint in them, the tears of his shed and unshed tears gave Ryou the effect that he was glowing.

Ryou's eyes also widened as a fluttering feeling was in his now fasting heart and his stomach seemed to churn. Ryou took a breath to get his breathing under control.

Ryou spoke up much loudly to make sure Bakura heard him this time.

"I am NOT a _slave_!" Ryou took his stance and took a shot at Bakura.

Bakura was still looking Ryou straight in the eye when he was able to _barely_ catch Ryou's punch to the gut with his left hand.

Bakura's eye flashed a dangerous red and he himself took a shot at Ryou.

Ryou was able to jump out of the way; Bakura hit air as Ryou dash behind Bakura and knock him on the bed. Bakura growled as he flipped around to grab Ryou's shoulder from behind.

Bakura was finally back on his feet when Ryou grabbed his wrist (that gripped Ryou's shoulder) and pull him forward, throwing him off balance and over Ryou's right leg that was planted on the ground when he was forced to tripped over it.

Bakura was able to land on his hands and cushion the force on his chest with a grunt. Ryou continued to speak in his commanding tone.

"Then I will _make_ this part a reality!"

Bakura gripped his stomach pretending that is what he landed on and got on his knees, wrapping his stomach tightly with his arms and head down, groaning.

Ryou glared at the back of Bakura's head. He walked around Bakura and was about to step out of his bedroom when Bakura growled and swung his conjoined fists at the back of Ryou's knees, affectedly knocking him to the ground.

Ryou grunted as he landed on the floor with a thud. Bakura clawed and crawled his way up Ryou's body and grabbed him roughly by the hair. Ryou would not cry out anymore. He refused to give Bakura anymore pleasure in his pain.

Bakura picked him up by the hair and threw Ryou into a nearby wall. Ryou did something Bakura thought he could only do in his dreams. He did a back flip against the wall.

Ryou landed soundlessly on the floor. "No more Bakura, no more. This isn't a dream, this is reality."

Ryou savagely grabbed Bakura's head and rammed it into his knee. "You watched my dream. Do you recall what I told you?"

Bakura grunted in pain as he grabbed his now bleeding nose.

"Don't mess with me."

Bakura looked up at Ryou and smirked, only half hided from Ryou's view. Bakura reached to his side and grabbed a towel and covered his nose. The towel was resting on a chair by the bathroom door that which was next to the exit of the bedroom that lead to the stair riling that was an overview the living room.

Bakura looked Ryou right in the eye and said, "Stay here, please." And walked into the bathroom to wash up.

Ryou just stood there and stared at the bathroom door.

'I did it. I stood up to Bakura. Should I stay? He did say please and I _should_ look at his nose for him. I did hit it pretty hard. What is it that he wants me for? Does he know how to bandage himself? Well, if I were a King of Thieves, I would want to know how to fit broken bones and mend cuts and burses.'

By this time Ryou was on his back, on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Ryou was able to hear the water running. 'Is Bakura taking a shower? Can sprits even hold water, let alone use it? Well, he does bleed. I guess he has to concentrate to be solid and when I hit him he was so used to being solid, he doesn't remember how to be a sprit? Why does the ceiling get all wavy and move around if you stare at it for too long?'

Bakura stayed in the bathroom and continued to fix himself up. He could hear Ryou's thoughts. He chuckled to himself. About how ceilings get wavy and start to move.

That had to have been a strange mind through, first thinking about sprits and then all of a sudden start to think about how the ceiling moves if you stare at it.

He finished up in the bathroom and got dressed again. When he stepped out Ryou was still staring up at the ceiling. Bakura smiled, shaking his head slightly. He walked over and landed on the bed with a heavy sigh.

"You want to know what really happened?" He asked a quiet Ryou.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*FINISHED*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dove: Do any of you understand what I'm doing? C'mon you should know by the last sentence. The whisperer was Ryou's Ru Ke, the person he _dreamt_ up. Do any of you want to know what really happened? Any one?

*Cricket* *cricket*

Any one?

*Cricket* *cricket*

*pout* Well, I'm not continuing!

The sequels title will be *How it Happened*

Pairings~ Yami/Seto/Jou/Yugi, Ishtar/Bakura/Malik, Honda/Otogi, Mai/Isis/Anzu, (Mokuba/Shizuka/Rebecca They're friends) Later~ Y/S/J/Y, I/B/M/R, M/I/A, (friends M/S/R)

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If I get the reviews, Mokuba, Shizuka and Rebecca's ages can be changed and they can be a couple... It matters how many reviews I get though... Obviously there are going to be a 'few' lemons... I _really_ hope you review!

Ja ne!

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