BookDragon: "This is the next and last chappy… so enjoy it guys! It's almost taken me a year to write the whole story!"
Bakura: "She thanks all reviewers for their patience, a special thanks to Yami Bakura Kia! Thanks for reviewing this story!!!"
BookDragon: "Thank you so much, all of you, for liking my fist story so much!"
Chapter 19: Reunited
In the mist of foggy darkness two feet landed lightly on the ground and moved through the wet dark green grass quietly. The well stood surprisingly in the middle of the field, like a center piece in a garden, just a circle of black spotted grey stones build who knows how long ago. This was wear everything changed. All that mattered what to get the message to the other side, the other world she use to know as home. If she went now she would be nothing more than a ghost, she didn't want to haunt her house for the rest of her existence so the letter was for the best. She approached the well slowly, feeling like if she got too close it would suck her in to a hellish torture forever, but eventually got to the side safely. She looked down it into the blackness, knowing very far down was the water she had fallen in and the shield of her Halloween costume half a year ago. The wine bottle was unbound from the now extremely wrinkled shirt and held over the well carefully, cork up. Pausing a moment, Ryelle took a breath and let the glassy surface slip from her grip and plunge down into the icy deeps, until it would be unearthed and given to her remaining family, which she would never see again…
She didn't feel like crying, all though she had a huge suspicion she would, but sighed at the little lost of her in that world would do, probably big for her siblings, but small in the world, insignificant, just another missing person to be lost forever and ever. She turned away, with the cloak whirling and clinging to her back, and took a step forward and froze on the spot.
"Where's Ryelle?"
"I don't know."
"Where does she live?" Bakura asked rubbing his head because of a headache from the long conversation that took what was left of the day, the sun was setting and Bakura was left extremely baggy eyed.
"She lives in the library, second floor." TombRobber said wearily, tired out from the interrogation
"Any idea where she would have gone?"
"The well."
"Well? The transport one?" He recalled from the conversation earlier yesterday night.
"Yes that one."
"To go back?"
"That would be useless."
"Why?"
"Because she would have no living body and would wander her planet forever." He explained with a yawn. Bakura looked terrified.
"She CAN'T go back!" He started around the room hopping on one foot as he jammed a shoe on. TombRobber raised an eyebrow.
"Where _are_ you going?" He asked boredly.
"To warn her not to go back…" He said hurriedly as he flung off his PJs and into some normal clothes.
"How far is it?"
"About 50 miles."
"I can't drive. And the next bus stop is a while from here." Bakura said sadly and looked at TombRobber trying to think of something.
"Can you like…transport me there or something?"
"No." Bakura was getting desperate.
"Can you… can you… Can you give her the warning by going there yourself, while I try to get there?" TombRobber paused.
"Yes I can." TombRobber replied with a face of complete disgust at the thought. Bakura's face lightened up.
"Good, now please do it." Bakura commanded with a timid voice, as he grabbed a shirt he might have worn yesterday and fixed his hair on the way out of his bed room and out the door, to start sprinting to the next bus. TombRobber sighed as he heard him rabble through the house and out the door with a slam.
"The things I do…" He then opened a portal to the Shadow Realm and walked through the black-purple swirling fogging mist to find the portal around the well…
Her eyes were still at the dark figure in front of her, matching her stand and unmoving body. It was a few inches taller than her, with long hair that reached about its shoulders, wearing regular clothes. She couldn't see anything more because of the thick fog, she was nervous because of her own past of the place.
"Who are you?" She called through the thick cloud to the figure. Suddenly the figure ran right at her at full speed. Ryelle couldn't dodge it in time…
TombRobber stumbled out onto the grass and coughed at the thick fog as he reached out for something to hold on to until he could see properly, what he did stumble upon was something very surprising…
She flinched as the wet dripping figure embraced her and brown straight hair, all too much like her own fluttered into her face. She blinked a few times unmoving and wondering to dare think of who she thought this was. The was figure bent over hugging her strongly and weeping in her ear where the things head was, soaking her shoulder a little, but causing her own tears to start filling her eyes and returning the embrace.
"…Sister."
"Who are you kid?" TombRobber asked the shivering aghast kid wondering to run or scream or answer the question first.
"M-Mark Duane, but I like to be called James. I think it sounds cooler, and it's the middle name of my-"
"Father?" The brown matted hair waved as his head nodded vigorously, but never took his young hazel eyes off him.
"Hmm… very interesting… you haven't heard of a Ryelle Duane have you?" His eyes light up and turned wide at the name.
"YES! She use to be my sister! She died a month ago… how do you know her?" TombRobber's dark brown eyes flashed dangerously.
"We've had our… acquaintances…" He scratched at the maple-crown on his head annoyed.
"Where are we?" James asked slowly, looking around uncertainly through the mist at his surroundings.
"We're in the forest… what do you remember?"
"Well… Marie told me to stay here and I woke up soaked." He showed him that his clothes were completely damp and leaking with foul water that made them both wrinkle their noses. TombRobber looked around wonderingly to find the other missing sister through the mist thinking, she can't leave a small boy here forever; she should come back soon. He looked to the boy.
"How long ago did she leave you here?"
"A few hours ago…" TombRobber looked at him surprised.
"HOURS?!?! BUT! You look about only seven or eight …"
"I'm nine, and I can take care of myself… besides Marie was never the really big sister type that was what Ryelle use to do…" He looked down at his white Nike sneakers and frowned a little.
"She died a month ago…"
Ryelle eyes went wide with a sudden shock and took Marie by the shoulders and flung her off her to stand in front of her. Marie's sandy eyes where huge and frightened at how forcefully she had taken her by the arms, it was painful.
"HOW DO YOU FEEL?! DO YOU FEEL ANY DIFFERENT?!? ANY AT ALL?!?!"
"No…"
"DAMN IT!!!" She let her iron grip go on her and stamped the ground angrily as she grabbed her hair. Marie stared at her knowing something was definitely wrong.
"What do you want me to be hurt?!" Ryelle shot her a look, shocked that Marie could even think that, but deep in her eyes Marie noticed a deep flickering color that hadn't been before; her sister had changed. Ryelle closed her eyes and brushed her hair back sadly.
"No, I don't… is James here?" She asked hopefully.
"Yes." She smiled widely and looked around her, expecting him right there, but she instead frowned.
"Where's James?"
"I don't know…" she looked terrified again.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?!??!"
"I got him…" Shouted a familiar voice off out of view but close to them, Marie looked puzzled and Ryelle turned white at the recognition of the voice. Out of the mist a large figure walked to them at a slow pace with a smaller figure hurrying to keep up with the bigger figure. The thunder bolted white haired boy with wicked eyes stopped with in view and looked bored out of his mind.
"I never did like baby sitting you know." He said to Ryelle dully and moved the branch-ring back and led his right gripped hand forward to expose the second figure from behind him. She immediately recognized him as James. She looked at the both of them, to the crown on his head and to her brother.
"James?" She asked slowly. James head shot up at her of shock and cheerful in a twisted one complex emotion that made him drop his hand from TombRobber's and ran to her. She caught in a hug but never kept his eyes of that evil grin on the boy standing staring at them. After the bear hug from her sopping wet brother, she knew they too could never go back, trapped like she was, because he was shivering. They could feel normally. So they too were died to their home world. She glared at him standing in the mist scratching at the ring around his head that she knew was put their by her. The fact it was branches a dead give away, and he was trying to hide it by scratching and ruffling up his hair.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him coolly, while taking James small hand into her's carefully, reassurance that things were okay when they weren't.
"Bakura sent me… he's worried." He yawned boredly. She noticed her sister's face change oddly at her from the corner of her eye.
"Sent you?"
"Yes." She looked at him confused.
"Like against you will? What is that thing on your head anyway?" He struggled.
"It's the bind _you_ casted on me, and yes against my will… you bound me to him and yourself."
"Myself?"
"Yes, you _are_ in love with him aren't you?" Ryelle was silent. With that Marie couldn't contain herself and did what Ryelle had feared back in her own world, and now from the shifty look.
"OH Ryelle! You finally found a boyfriend?! It sounds permanent too, are you getting married? I can't believe my little sister is finally growing up!" Ryelle looked at him like she could have killed him. She didn't say anything to her sixteen-year old sister, as expected.
"Where is Bakura?"
"I'm right here!" Bakura he suddenly called from the road, looking completely tired as he walked toward them.
"RYELLE! You can't go!"
"Bakura."
"You'll be a ghost if you go!"
"Bakura."
"A-And I can't let you be a ghost!"
"Bakura."
"B-B-Because I think I'm in love with you…"
"BAKURA!!!!" The white haired boy standing very close in front of her, holding her hands warmly, very red in the face, became silent.
"I'm not going home; home came to me, my family's here." She said to him slowly looking at his hands around her's, trying to ignore the melting look on Marie's face and her brother's look of disgust. He looked behind her to an older girl and younger boy that looked a lot like Ryelle, the girl was smiling at him, and the boy was looking at him funny. He let go off her, dark red, and started scratching the back of his head nervously.
"Oh… I didn't see you there…" Marie hugged him warmly, which took him completely by surprise as he sweatdropped.
"Oh you are so nice! Ryelle you are so lucky!"
"Er-"
"Can we please go now? It's getting late…" TombRobber asked yawningly her brother agreed. Ryelle and Bakura were happy to hear him say that. They made it to the road by Bakura's directions and to the city.
"So where are we?"
"It's a long story but where in a different world and we're dead, Marie, don't look at me like that its okay, I've got a way to get some money and a house we can live in."
"What are you thinking?" Marie asked.
"Well, we can make some apple cider, apple juice, apple tarts, apple pies, or just sell apples…"
"We can use mother's recipe!" James said while licking his lips. Both white haired boys were pleased with the idea; it seemed TombRobber actually liked apples, which was weird.
"Where are we going to get all those apples?"
"Oh I have a way… I really hope you guys like apples." Ryelle answered thinking about the giant apple tree in the library. Marie wasn't satisfied with her answer but knew she wouldn't get any more until then, so she moved on.
"Are you twins?"
"Er… sort of…" Bakura answered look at his counterpart.
"It's a long story… I'll explain when we get to the new house…" Bakura flinched when he felt someone's hand intertwine into his, first he thought it was Marie's but looked down to Ryelle's hand. He smiled and gripped it.
"What do you think Joey will say?" She whispered to him.
"I think he'll have some one else…" He said while looking at Marie. Ryelle smiled at him.
"I think he'll be happy…it'll be interesting to the others…what are you doing tomorrow?"
"Nothing."
"Well, maybe we can go to the beach…"
"That would be nice… Should I kiss you now?" Bakura asked hesitantly.
"I suppose." She answered slowly, smiling very faintly. He smiled.
Then they kissed.
BookDragon: "That's the end of the story guys!"
Bakura: *blushing* "That was rather odd."
BookDragon: "I never said I was a romantic."
Bakura: "Well, leave a review. If she does write a sequel, it won't be for a long time."
TombRobber: "Thank Ra!"
BookDragon: "Leave one and I'll think about it…"
BookDragon: "I'll miss yeah guys! It's been an honor!"