Book Dragon: *Sweat drops* Too many typos in the last chapter…sorry… *blushes*
Bakura: *Laughing* "Yes but the dialog was hilarious!"
Book Dragon: *looks ready to smack Bakura*
Bakura: Um… she does not own Yugioh! *runs away*
Chapter 5: A Flight to Remember
He awoke to find himself on Yugi's sofa in the turtle game shop. He had a cloth on his head, which felt like it was crushing his forehead. He could not lift his hand to remove it. His body was so weak. Tea walked in with a new cloth that was cooler. He smiled weakly as she slowly placed the new one on his forehead. He groaned at his horrible headache. Tea looked at her friend in dismay; he looked so frail. His eyes clouded a little when he dropped into sleep. She suddenly noticed Yugi at her side.
"Is he any better?" He asked concerned.
"Yes, he woke up a second ago but he looks very weak… what do you think did this? I mean he looked okay when I left…"
"The spirit in the puzzle thinks the rabbits in the maze had to do with it…"
"Do you guys have any idea about how that accord?"
"Well… I saw her run in and I followed her…"
"Who?"
"Joey said earlier he thinks it was Ryelle from school, but Yami doubts it. I ran after her because the looks on her face, she looked extremely pale. And she was running away like some one running for their life."
"What do
you think scared her?"
"I don't know Tea…"
Ryelle awoke from her nap on her bed/crouch. What a nightmare the mall had been. Well… at least she found a book that was going to help her out of this mess. The book was laid across her stomach from reading it before she had fallen asleep two hours ago. It was not a book about Ancient Egypt; it was about Duel Monsters. It contained very thing a person could want to know about the game Duel monsters, like who made it, how they got the idea, who was the champion, and such. It was partially how duel monsters where created, although the part about Maxamillion Pegasus made it up was fake. Ryelle knew this because he had said it in one of the first episodes of the Yu-gi-oh series and she had seen all of them. The Egyptians according to the TV show she use to watch in her world made it. Reality her sister would have called it, but this could not be one of her daydreams, okay she could not really feel anything with her fingers, but she could sometimes. Can you do that in dreams? I don't think so. She stood up to her feet and stretched, trying to rid a question nagging at her mind. Just how did she make those cartoons appear? She heard imagination was a powerful thing but this was ridiculous! She started to bite her bottom lip. Maybe since she was real and everything else was fake or made up in someone else's mind, she could control some of the reality she was in. That made some sense… but how could something from someone's imagination come out and pull you into its reality? She did not know. Blood started to drip down her lip, she wiped it away. However, if this was true that did explain the cartoons and how she could not really feel anything. The body she was in could just be her soul and not her real body. She shook her head, too much science fiction. Her eye caught the window; it was dark out side. She scooped up her velvet black cape from her long gone knight costume from the Halloween night that seemed like forever ago, the night she was pushed into that well. She shook her head and tried not to remember it. She tied it on and flipped the hood up. She was going for a walk, and she did not want to run into people she knew and have them recognize her. After ten minutes of picking locks and locking them, she started walking down the gloomy street. Nothing stirred; it was starting to get creepy.
Bakura left just a few minutes ago from Yugi's house. His head pounded a little but he had insisted he was all right. He walked slowly, not sure, if he was right. He could remember a pink rabbit before blacking out in the mall, what did it mean? Did it have to do with these strange dreams of this brown haired girl? And if so why did he keep blacking out? He shook his head in confusion. It had gotten dark quickly to him; he kept waking in and out of conscious at Yugi's house. Now he was walking slowly home, wanting to fall into his bed and sleep some more. He stopped, pain rising in his head. He looked down at his feet waiting for it to stop. He suddenly heard footsteps, a soft slow waking pace that was not his own. He blinked, was he hearing things?
The footsteps stopped; he felt his head swung up. His pale brown eyes saw a black hooded figure in front of him. He tried to back up but could not because his legs were somehow looked in place. Blackness started creeping in from the side of his eyes, oh no not again…then he fell into blackness.
The TombRobber grinned evilly at the figure; he was pleased to see it for he knew it was his prey. He took a step forward and took the millennium eye out of his pocket. He threw it up and down, like a kid with a baseball. The black figure stepped back, cape swinging. He started walking forward, to his new magic source. He became suddenly surprised; the figure took a step back and disappeared. He recovered and smirked evilly; he then spoke in that evil voice he had.
"No use hiding… I'll only find you…" As he said this, he lifted his ring up. One the rods lifted in one direction, tracking the girl easily. He followed it, in a creepy happy pace. He stopped at a dark spot where his ring started going crazy. He looked at it for a moment puzzled. Then out of the dark spot the figure sprang and knocked him clean off his feet in one swift movement. He fell onto the sidewalk he was walking on, absolutely shocked. The figure towered above him, grabbed his ring, and gripped it. He felt his spirit get sucked back into the ring at deadly speed. He could not believe his prey had gotten the better of him yet again! Bakura's body fell limp, and it did not stir. Bakura was back in control, he couldn't move. No matter how hard he tried, he could not lift a hand. He couldn't even open his eyes; all he could do was hear. He heard something drop on his chest with a jingle. He started to breathe heavily.
Ryelle looked down at Bakura's body, the ring, and back to her hand. Had she just done what she thought she did? She had wanted to put that TombRobber back into that horrible ring more than anything; she concentrated hard and grabbed out to it. Next thing she knew was his body on the ground, and she was puzzled. She over came the magic bounds he had put down when he did take out that eye, and she had done it easily. She guessed she was somehow stronger than before. What do I do now? She thought to her self while still staring at Bakura. Her hood fell, but she did not bother to but it back on, she was deep in thought. She had haft a mind to leave him there. What she remembered of Bakura came to her. All the memories of him came pouring in like crazy. The memories that contained, his smiling face, his English accent, how he sometimes said 'mate'. He was Yugi's friend, and she had to admit, he did pick good people to be his friends. All right, All right I will take him to Yugi's… She thought after having enough of her memories that she felt would do her kill he in the end anyway. She didn't want to go to Yugi's, but what choice did she have? She could not take him to the library, she could not take him home or to any of the other gangs' houses because she didn't know where they were, and she definitely could not leave him there, someone could kill him and Ryou Bakura was innocent and did not deserve to be left there. Ryelle sighed and reached forward.
Bakura felt some one pick him up, slowly. They picked him up by his shoulders, and he felt himself being placed on their back. His head lay on their shoulder where the person's hair was. Their hair was long and soft. His arms hung over, who ever was carrying him, shoulders lifelessly. He felt a pair of arm slide under his kneecaps. He wanted to call out to the person who was carrying him to put him down, but his voice would not come. It was lost somewhere in his throat, locked away. His body would not react to his commands of movement, not even a finger. The person began to move a little bit, he felt something slide out of their back slowly right were his arm pits where. What was going on?!?!? Some kind of flapping sound filled his ears, a mix between leaves blowing in the wind and a bird taking off sound. He felt the person under him jolt; wind whistled in his ears as well as strong flapping sounds. This is crazy he told himself, a cool breeze fell on his face, and his head moved back and forth. His hair flew in all directions in this breeze. His head moved and rolled over to the person's neck, some kind a material tickled the bottom of his nose, velvet. He felt sweat on the person's neck, thankfully he couldn't smell it. The person's neck mussels tightened. He began to relax, he somehow felt safe on this person's back. Long hair tickled his forehead. He felt the person's head move, move to look at him. He felt his eyelid twitch, he was regaining control. The person's head swiveled back and he heard the flapping become quicker. After a long period, he felt the both of them descend. He felt another sharp jolt, knocking his head away from the person's neck. Still the sound of wings continued but grew softer until he could not hear it anymore. He felt the person's shoulder move a little, and arm leaving one kneecap, and heard a creaking sound like a window opening. Then he felt some strain and heard to very faint footsteps on something solid. The arm was suddenly replaced under his kneecap, keeping him from falling. He felt the person duck and heard very faint foot stepping walking in somewhere. The person carrying him, he guessed, had climbed in some window. He heard something in the back round, some sort of mumbling. The person that was carrying him started to breathe heavily, the way a person breathes when afraid. The mumbling stopped, but the person still breathed in that fear tone and started to sweat heavily. Sweat droplets soaked the cloth where his head was and, he guessed, everywhere else. He felt the person edge to the right and a quick swift pace very quietly. After a short period of walking, the person walked smoother and let out a breath of relief. The person continued to walk at regular pace, breathing normally. The person's head swiveled in the direction apposite his face. Bakura suddenly got control of his eyes for a brief moment. He opened them and found he was in a building, Yugi's house. He looked down and saw his arms slung over the person's shoulders. A person's arms holding his kneecaps to them, keeping his limb body from falling. A black velvet cape hung on this person's shoulders. He looked to the side, his eyes widened in astonishment. To the left of his shoulder was a wing, like a hawk's but green color. The feathers were not feathers but leaves, thousands of small star shaped leaves. His eyes started to gray. His eyes swiveled to look at his rescuer, but he failed to see their face, long brown hair clouded his vision and very thing went black again, but his ears still functioned. He felt the person's head swung back and started moving in some direction. They contented to walk for what seemed like ages to Bakura who was in shock from what he saw. Then the person suddenly stopped, he felt himself lowered onto something soft. He felt his mind going to rest; something warm was pulled over him, light like a blanket. He felt warm and snug and drifted into sleep, no matter how hard he tried to stay awake. Just before he nodded off, he heard something that he would never forget.
"Good night Bakura…" Said a voice in a whisper that he had never heard before, a girl's voice. A voice that lulled him to sleep instantly, while feeling something light land on his chest. He never heard her leave; he blacked out from all that was around him.
He woke up the next morning to someone shaking him; His pale brown eyes opened and saw violet ones, worried violet ones. His eyes opened fully and saw Yugi, with and expression to match his eyes.
"Bakura! Are you alright?" Bakura nodded.
"How did you get back to my house?" Bakura didn't answer, remembered the night before perfectly, but was it a dream?
"Promise you won't laugh?" Yugi nodded intently and listened.
" I blacked out, yesterday night, somewhat far from here, when I came to I couldn't move… some one picked me up, and how exactly I got to your house I don't know and how they brought me here I don't know, but, please don't laugh, but when I got to open my eyes the person had wings! Made of leaves! I know it sounds crazy but they did! They brought me to the sofa and laid me down, and then they spoke! It sounded like a girl, our age!
"What did she say?"
"She said, good night… strange… she knew my name too… do you think I'm crazy?"
"No…"
"Not to be rude mate, but why?"
"Because look around you…" Bakura sat up and looked around, everything looked normal, until his eyes meet the floor. There on the floor was a small trail of discarded leaves. Green star shaped leaves! He looked at his chest and saw one more leaf; this one alone was a bright red color. He picked it up and held it in his hand; it was warm on his skin. He looked back a Yugi and understood; this happened, it was no dream. They both sat there shocked. After a long silence, Bakura got up and out of the blanket and sofa still holding the leaf in his hand. He did not know what to think… but one thing was clear to him; he wanted to see his rescuer.
Bakura: *comes back breathing hard*
Book Dragon: "Okay… that was just…" well it relates to the title! *smiles sheepishly*
Bakura: *rolls eyes*