" The Final Judgement "
By JessieHeart
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Ryou pressed the Ring to his chest, closing his eyes. He willed himself into his soul room.
In an instant he was inside the room of his soul, the very essence of what MADE him Ryou. It was hard to explain what the place was, really. All Ryou knew was that it contained his most intimate thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams. Everyone had a room of the soul, a place that was decorated just for themselves. And just as everyone's is unique, so was Ryou's.
The room was brightly lit, with pictures of Egypt and his family. Books and games littered the floor, showing how intelligent yet innocent Ryou truly was. However... there was a corner...
In the farthest reach of the room was a dark covered in shadow. Ryou knew that his Yami resided in there, able to come into Ryou's part of the room and take control whenever he wanted. To Ryou, the door was always chained and off limits to him… Before now.
The door was no longer hidden in darkness, yet it seemed to be part of the room itself. Ryou went over to the door and took the handle…
It turned, unlocked…
Ryou pushed it open and entered the forbidden space.
It was dark and mostly empty, save a single bed, a desk and a bookcase filled with ancient Egyptian scriptures. Information and drawings of the seven Millenium Items covered the vicinity. Ryou went over to the desk and examined some of the papers.
The books described the power that the holder of a Millenium Item could contain. It was very boring and didn't interest Ryou at all, yet he knew that his Yami had been obsessed with it. So obsessed, that he pushed everything else away from his heart.
A dusty, face-down picture frame sat on the corner of Yami's desk. Ryou picked it up and gasped.
It was a picture of him, about eleven years old, when he first received the Millenium Ring from his father. Yami hadn't looked at the picture in a long, long time… And there was a feeling in the room that made Ryou think that Yami regretted it.
Yami was gone, Ryou realized, and the room would no longer contain anyone. He would have to live alone, both in spirit and body. He felt as though his heart might burst with sorrow.
No, He thought irrationally, I won't be alone. Not if I can help it!
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By JessieHeart
*
Ryou pressed the Ring to his chest, closing his eyes. He willed himself into his soul room.
In an instant he was inside the room of his soul, the very essence of what MADE him Ryou. It was hard to explain what the place was, really. All Ryou knew was that it contained his most intimate thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams. Everyone had a room of the soul, a place that was decorated just for themselves. And just as everyone's is unique, so was Ryou's.
The room was brightly lit, with pictures of Egypt and his family. Books and games littered the floor, showing how intelligent yet innocent Ryou truly was. However... there was a corner...
In the farthest reach of the room was a dark covered in shadow. Ryou knew that his Yami resided in there, able to come into Ryou's part of the room and take control whenever he wanted. To Ryou, the door was always chained and off limits to him… Before now.
The door was no longer hidden in darkness, yet it seemed to be part of the room itself. Ryou went over to the door and took the handle…
It turned, unlocked…
Ryou pushed it open and entered the forbidden space.
It was dark and mostly empty, save a single bed, a desk and a bookcase filled with ancient Egyptian scriptures. Information and drawings of the seven Millenium Items covered the vicinity. Ryou went over to the desk and examined some of the papers.
The books described the power that the holder of a Millenium Item could contain. It was very boring and didn't interest Ryou at all, yet he knew that his Yami had been obsessed with it. So obsessed, that he pushed everything else away from his heart.
A dusty, face-down picture frame sat on the corner of Yami's desk. Ryou picked it up and gasped.
It was a picture of him, about eleven years old, when he first received the Millenium Ring from his father. Yami hadn't looked at the picture in a long, long time… And there was a feeling in the room that made Ryou think that Yami regretted it.
Yami was gone, Ryou realized, and the room would no longer contain anyone. He would have to live alone, both in spirit and body. He felt as though his heart might burst with sorrow.
No, He thought irrationally, I won't be alone. Not if I can help it!
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