-The Sennen Ring
a/n: Mind you that the hikaries will be calling their own yamies just yami, not like Yami Bakura or Yami Yugi. (At least in the beginning and maybe in the middle) Just so you don't get confused. But I will write them as 'Bakura', 'Yami', and 'Marik'.
Ryou gripped on the handle of his school case. He wore the strange golden ring with his today. He had tied a string on it so he can wear it over his neck like a long necklace, now it was resting between his school jacket and the white shirt. It just felt good to bring it with him, he had almost forgotten all about it because it hadn't make any move that remind Ryou that it was still there.
A soft smile crept to his lips, at least it didn't bother him in class, he definitely didn't want to get a failing mark on anything, especially behavior. Since the route that he used everyday was unavailable because of a construction site nearby, he took another route, it was longer than his usual one, and the street had many dark alleys, that's probably why hardly anyone walk there besides the fact that the whole street is just like an alleyway.
It was only a while after he walked to a deserted street when he felt a harsh grip grasp the back of his uniform jack collar.
Ryou barely gasp at the sudden movement because it was so quick. The brown hand-carried book bag dropped to the floor as he was pulled hastily into one of the dark alleyways.
He felt whatever that had grabbed him slammed his back hard onto one side of the wall. Ryou groaned. His knees felt weak as he fell onto the dirty, rocky floor because of that harsh pain caused by the back slam.
Ryou cried out as that something grabbed him again, but by his hair, making him face it. It felt like as if the pure white hair could be ripped from his head any moment. Ryou opened his eyes and blink away the tears that squeezed its way out from the grab and slam.
He shivered when he looked right into a man's face, he didn't look quite right. "You!" he started, his voice was loud but raspy and unsteady. Ryou shrunk back when he smelled the alcoholic breath coming from the man's mouth as he spoke the words, "Y-you! Girl! Stand still!"
Girl? He thought, had I heard him right? Did he just call me a girl?
But thinking over, he had been mistakenly recognized as a female several times because of his hair. Thinking that the man was probably drunk and thought that he was a girl, he decided to protest.
"I'm not a girl! Can't you see?"
The man scoffed and laughed "Ha! You're saying that just to save your fuckin' ass! Well, you're gonna pay a lotta just for that!" he chuckle deeply. Ryou knew what's coming, and took the first thing that his mind told him to say.
"I'm not a girl!" he yelled in a denying voice again, but unsteady "Can't you just open your eyes you disgusting alcoholic old man."
It was too late when he regretted saying that, even thought it wasn't that harsh. He felt a hard punch on his cheek before it sends him flying back onto the ground again.
"Shut up you bitch!" the man growl.
Ryou pursed his lips together. He felt blood leaking down the side of his mouth. Ouch! That punch was really something. He wasn't even finished with that thought when he was kicked to the other side.
Ryou cried out as he was kicked again and again by the man. His body felt weak, he had lost the control of it. They were too sore to obey his commands.
The drunken man yanked him up once again by his hair and pressing his back onto the wall. He leaned close to him and scowled, "Don't you dare say that ever again." With that, he drew out a penknife.
It was sharp enough to cut through his uniform. Ryou gave a long and harsh scream when he felt the sharpness penetrate his skin. Yes, he had gotten scratches and cuts before, but never this deep, it feels like as if he had stuck the entire thing in.
His mind was running fast as he lost track of what the man was doing, but one thing he remembered very well: when the drunken man found his ring.
Ryou was trying to do whatever he can to stop him from getting his hands onto his most treasured item.
Don't take it! Ryou screamed in his mind. Please, he begged even thought he knew that he was only pleading within his mind. Please...he continued to beg within, please, Tears formed behind his eyelids as he slowly shut them.
Onegi...
The man laughed slightly when he saw the golden object. Thinking about how much it would worth, he reached forward for it.
"Ahh!" he screamed when he felt the white-haired boy's hand shot up and grabbed him by the wrist. He twisted it harshly, enough to break bones. Then he threw him to the opposite side of the wall, way behind, where he crashed into some garbage cans.
It took him a few minutes to recover from his surprise. How could that mere child have grown from weak and meekly suddenly to...that?
He spun around, but there was only the entrance to the alleyway, the wall, and nothing else. No sign of that long hair child.
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Ryou spend the rest of the day crying and sniffing. He didn't remember what happened back at the alleyway. When he got his got his consciousness back, he was in his room already. His clothes were ripped and dirty.
The child with snowy hair sighed as he took out the small sewing box and laid it on the table besides his school uniform. It was uncomfortable wearing the dirty clothing at home especially when he didn't want to get the house all dirty.
He opened the box and then took out the needles and threads. The blue and white fabrics were prepared on the table already.
Ryou found the closest matching color thread to the jacket. He picked out some buttons and began putting the fabrics together with the threads. Sniffing as the small silver needle went through the fabric again and again, carrying the thread behind it.
The hours passed by and he finally finished cleaning and sewing the ruined uniform.
There were a few seconds of silence when he just gazed into the space in front of him. Then he fell forward onto the table and shoved his face into his arms. Small sobs came after it.
Then sun fell over the buildings and apartments of the Domino City. The house was dark, and so was the room, except for the small light from a nearby apartment room and the reflected light on the golden ring that was laid carefully on the table. The light from the other room faded, but the ring was still glowing.
It pulsed with a dim golden light.
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In a pure white room, a boy with pale white hair was sleeping on the white sheet and cover bed. There was no window, and no light, but the room was white enough to not let anyone notice that there was no light.
The snow-haired boy groaned softly and switched his sleeping position. Someone walked over to the bed and bend down, shadowing his face. The person had long white hair as well, he leaned down and gently blew on his face.
The boy on the bed moved a bit, startled, but his eyes were still closed. It was only a few seconds before the boy stirred again and his eyes open the meet to white walls and furniture.
Curiously the long hair boy slowly sat up to see his surroundings.
It's so white and clean, he thought as his eyes glanced over the surroundings. But there's no doors or windows.
Ryou sat up straightly to realize that he wasn't wearing his original casual clothing that he had switched into when he got home. He was wearing a white turtleneck sleeveless shirt, a long white pants, and a pair of white shoes that came up halfway to his knees. He could barely call it shoes because it was completely made out of fabric. He could feel the floor like as if he was wearing socks.
What is this place? He asked himself.
"What are you doing here?" a familiar voice asked.
I know that voice! Ryou thought I've heard it before... He turned around to see a teenager that look around the same age as him. What was very surprising and unusual to him is that the person looks almost exactly like him.
Ryou backed away a bit. The familiar stranger asked again, "How did you get here?"
His voice was very familiar and tight. Ryou decide to take the chance ask, "Who are you?"
It might've not been a good question to ask because the stranger didn't reply back. He looked at him as if he had just blurted out a secret that shocked him deeply.
Ryou exam him carefully, he was taller than him, his hair more spiked up as if he had put gel on it, but again, it does look kind of natural, he was wearing the same clothing as him, but instead of whitish with a hint of blue, he was wearing dark leathery blackish-blue clothing. It does look fitting on him, he thought.
"Don't you remember me?"
His sudden voice popped into his mind so quickly that gave him a small jump. "Uh...well," he stumbled, what was that ring's name again? "Are you Yami?"
"I presume that it a good thing that you remembered, Ryou." Bakura nods slightly. Then he knelt down on one leg in front of Ryou. Ryou blinked, his chocolate colored eyes look at the taller him, he seem to be studying him by looking into his eyes, that made him a little nervous.
Bakura asked, "Are you lonely?" there was no emotional tone of anything in his voice, it's just...simple and straight.
Laughing with his regular, fake laughter, he smiled and waved his hands in front of him, "No, no! Of course not! Why would you ask that?"
Bakura didn't reply He blinked several times as he knelt in his position and stayed silent.
Ryou sat back a bit, soft rosy colors began to flush onto his cheeks. The way he was kneeling now was as if he was proposing a proposal, except with no hand out, and no ring.
The silver-haired teen stood back up and turned away "Then get out."
"O-oh, sure." Ryou quickly jumped up from the bed, suddenly filled with uncomfortable feelings on the way that Bakura was acting to him. For a moment, he acted like a concerning family, and then he started to act as icy as the frosted blizzard.
He searched around for an exit. Then spun around to Bakura, who's back is facing him. "Um...where's the exit?" he squeaked.
Bakura stayed silent for a moment before turning to him. He walked forward, forcing Ryou to back away until his back met the wall. He gasped when Bakura slammed his hands on the sides of the wall and loomed over him.
"I had enough of this place." He said darkly "I have to get out."
Ryou blinked, confused of what his yami was saying. "Hikari..." Bakura breathed softly.
Hikari? Ryou thought about the sudden word...light. Was he talking about the light in this room? He thought carefully and tried to figure out the reason why his Yami said that, also trying to avoid the thoughts of what his Yami was trying to do.
Suddenly, Bakura started to speak in a language that Ryou had never heard before. He looked into his cautious dark wood color eyes. So moist and shallow, he forgot about what he was saying.
However, it didn't took long before Ryou put his attention more to the words that came out of his Yami's mouth because the words seem to be going through his mind like lightning. He groaned and shrank back, only to be caught and placed back by Bakura.
The words, if they are words, penetrated his mind. Making him shiver and wince. Even thought he didn't understand a single thing that he was speaking, he felt the language familiar in some way. It was as if he was casting some kind of spell on him.
It hurts, he thought. It hurts so much! He felt frozen and his lungs felt dry. Unable to move, talk back, or turn his attention onto something else. Tears were formed in his heavily behind his closed eyes.
Please let this be a nightmare, he begged. Please!
As if some god had heard him. The chanting stopped and he dropped down onto the floor, breathing hard.
He opened his eyes to find out the he fell from the chair down to the floor in his room. He pants softly before sitting up. Even thought that he had resumed that the situation was just a dream, his body still felt sore and stressed.
"You are tired little Ryou." The familiar voice sprouted in his mind and he slowly look up fearfully into the deep eyes of Bakura, who knelt down to him again and touched his forehead with a finger.
"Go to sleep and let your fears be my enemy."
That was the last thing that Ryou heard before his eyelids drop and collapse. Bakura pick up Ryou's limp body and carried it away.
Even in his dreams, Ryou could still hear his voice calling:
~Go to sleep and let your fears be my enemy~
a/n: Please spare a few minutes or seconds to review. And, do you think I should turn this into a Yami x Hikari? (Recently I've been really intrigued in those)