Chapter 3 - Home Alone
**Bakura's POV**
"That mortal," I muttered angrily to myself as I watched him leave minutes after cleaning "Won't even raise a hand in defence to protect himself, what a weakling, a dolt, a fool. Is this supposed to be part of this wretched curse, not only to be locked in a ring for all eternity but also to have a weakling such as this as my other half?" I snarled angrily, I swore to all the gods, if this was supposed to be a joke HA HA it definitely didn't amuse me, those sick gods of RA and RA himself I grovelled angrily as I positioned myself in front this picture moving, noise maker, an invention of this millennium that held my interest sometimes for times upon end, until that boy showed back up on the front step. I was tempted more than one occasion to lock him outside for a day, but what fun would that be? maybe after a few minutes yes, but for a day? I'd eventually go bored.
I flipped the as he called it channels by using this black device that by some magic allowed me to switch these pictures by the press of a button; I swore if this magical black device was usable in my time and could activate anything I pointed at, I would have been more powerful than Yami. I would have switched his position to mine before I was the renowned tomb raider, to that of the simple slave, the slave life I've lived under his harsh rule for too many years of my life, building his burial grounds wasting away in that stinging sun as he duelled in his games and lived in his luxurious palaces. I swore that would all change when I started my new livelihood as tomb robber to get my revenge on the pharaoh by stealing all his valuables he would need in the afterlife so he'd be forever cursed for wasting me away like that only to be eventually dragged along with him in these blasted millennium items and appear five thousand years into the future and meet him once again as the spirit of a shrimp of a kid at least I thought Bakura didn't look as pathetic.
I snickered slightly watching how these three female characters with huge eyes just destroyed some monster one hundred times their height. Powerpuff Girls I believed they were called, I favoured the green one as she could kick ass and had the attitude to match but oddly enough I had a liking for the blue blonde one, she was cute when she was angry but as for the red one she could go to hell, reminded me too much of that blasted Yami. This show was one of my secret obsessions I made sure NO ONE knew about, the unlucky one would find his soul trapped in the Shadow Realm before he dare take another breath.
The show finished a few minutes later much to my disappointment and I decided to go into Ryou's room, suddenly the box didn't seem to be that entertaining anymore, and thought that maybe his drawers would provide me with some interest. I opened the lowest one and began my rampage through his belongings, throwing out clothes here and there not caring where they fell; as my search went deeper I found something that was deep under all the clothes. It was a picture laying face down. I picked it up and turned it around all I could do was stare. It was a picture of the two of us, Ryou and me. The two of us sharing this picture together, he was waving, while I was playing in his hair braiding it to be exact.this picture we took while we were in England.. About two years ago, no care in the world. It was just the two of us... no Yami..no Yugi..no other friends. It was just Ryou and I together in England. It was taken by a soul sucker duplicator that froze the duplicated souls into pictures, but he called it an automatic camera so no one even then knew that I existed. Ryou was all to myself. "Damn fool this is your entire fault" I growled angrily before dumping the picture aside leaving the room in its messy state. Sudden anger took over me and all I wanted to do was destroy something.maybe I thought maybe when he reaches home.I'll teach him, it's after all his fault for the way things are now and not like how it was in England.
**Bakura's POV**
"That mortal," I muttered angrily to myself as I watched him leave minutes after cleaning "Won't even raise a hand in defence to protect himself, what a weakling, a dolt, a fool. Is this supposed to be part of this wretched curse, not only to be locked in a ring for all eternity but also to have a weakling such as this as my other half?" I snarled angrily, I swore to all the gods, if this was supposed to be a joke HA HA it definitely didn't amuse me, those sick gods of RA and RA himself I grovelled angrily as I positioned myself in front this picture moving, noise maker, an invention of this millennium that held my interest sometimes for times upon end, until that boy showed back up on the front step. I was tempted more than one occasion to lock him outside for a day, but what fun would that be? maybe after a few minutes yes, but for a day? I'd eventually go bored.
I flipped the as he called it channels by using this black device that by some magic allowed me to switch these pictures by the press of a button; I swore if this magical black device was usable in my time and could activate anything I pointed at, I would have been more powerful than Yami. I would have switched his position to mine before I was the renowned tomb raider, to that of the simple slave, the slave life I've lived under his harsh rule for too many years of my life, building his burial grounds wasting away in that stinging sun as he duelled in his games and lived in his luxurious palaces. I swore that would all change when I started my new livelihood as tomb robber to get my revenge on the pharaoh by stealing all his valuables he would need in the afterlife so he'd be forever cursed for wasting me away like that only to be eventually dragged along with him in these blasted millennium items and appear five thousand years into the future and meet him once again as the spirit of a shrimp of a kid at least I thought Bakura didn't look as pathetic.
I snickered slightly watching how these three female characters with huge eyes just destroyed some monster one hundred times their height. Powerpuff Girls I believed they were called, I favoured the green one as she could kick ass and had the attitude to match but oddly enough I had a liking for the blue blonde one, she was cute when she was angry but as for the red one she could go to hell, reminded me too much of that blasted Yami. This show was one of my secret obsessions I made sure NO ONE knew about, the unlucky one would find his soul trapped in the Shadow Realm before he dare take another breath.
The show finished a few minutes later much to my disappointment and I decided to go into Ryou's room, suddenly the box didn't seem to be that entertaining anymore, and thought that maybe his drawers would provide me with some interest. I opened the lowest one and began my rampage through his belongings, throwing out clothes here and there not caring where they fell; as my search went deeper I found something that was deep under all the clothes. It was a picture laying face down. I picked it up and turned it around all I could do was stare. It was a picture of the two of us, Ryou and me. The two of us sharing this picture together, he was waving, while I was playing in his hair braiding it to be exact.this picture we took while we were in England.. About two years ago, no care in the world. It was just the two of us... no Yami..no Yugi..no other friends. It was just Ryou and I together in England. It was taken by a soul sucker duplicator that froze the duplicated souls into pictures, but he called it an automatic camera so no one even then knew that I existed. Ryou was all to myself. "Damn fool this is your entire fault" I growled angrily before dumping the picture aside leaving the room in its messy state. Sudden anger took over me and all I wanted to do was destroy something.maybe I thought maybe when he reaches home.I'll teach him, it's after all his fault for the way things are now and not like how it was in England.
