Author's Note: Er…in the last chapter, Kalani and Bakura are having a strange unified dream. Anyways, in this chapter, Ryou goes from Angel to Demon.
Stormy Weather
Chapter 5-Angel to Demon
Kalani:
That night, I gave myself up to a silver-haired youth that had dared to defile a Pharaoh's grave. I knew I was putting myself in danger by lying down with this man, but I didn't care. The next morning, the thief left me with a kiss and a name: Bakura.
About two months after that, I got sick, sometimes violently in the morning. The Priestesshood kept me home with a maidservant to tend to my every need. When the time came for my child to be born, it was a chilly night and my health was failing. It was a long two days of labor before my little boy was born. The maidservant almost dropped him when she saw his features. The child was pale and his hair was white and his eyes…were of the darkest brown. That child was an ill…omen.
Domino High School
6:24 P.M.
Ryou:
I felt strange as we crossed the street onto Domino High's campus. I wasn't sure why I felt this way. I hadn't eaten anything that would make me feel sick. At least, I hoped I hadn't. It wasn't long before we reached a door on the side of the school. I flew back into the confines of my soul room and watched as my yami's door flew open. From the skylight in my own soul room, I watched as Bakura pulled out a knife and picked the lock on it.
The switch happened again and I opened the door silently. The coast was clear. I eased into the hallway and watched Yugi close the door back. His puzzle glowed and the shadowy form of Yami came out and solidified. My yami joined him, easily pushing the solidifying process on. Bakura sniffed the air softly.
"The smell has diminished somewhat, but it's still there."
He pointed down the hallway. I felt uncertain now. We walked down the hallway silently, following the noses of both of our yamis. All of a sudden, we hit something said in the middle of the hallway. I glanced at me, noticing the absenses of doors or anything else that would stop us.
"Bakura, Yami," I called softly.
Both yamis looked at us like we were stupid.
"Come on," Yami Bakura hissed.
"We can't go anywhere," Yugi muttered.
Yami blinked and touched the air in front of us. It shimmered, and then disappeared.
"Shadow magic."
What was shadow magic doing here of all places?
"You'll have to go ahead without us," Yugi said.
Yami seemed crestfallen to leave his aibou behind, but he nodded. Bakura gave me a small nod and left.
Yami Bakura:
I didn't want to leave my aibou behind like that. I could sense that he had some uncertainty within him. From what, I wasn't sure. Some part of me seriously hoped that he was ok. Yami and I continued down the hall, following the scent of blood until it reached a maddening peak just outside of a door. I tested the doorknob with a quick twist and noted that it was locked. I pulled out my knife and thrust it into the keyhole roughly.
"Bakura, look out!"
I turned to see what Yami was shouting about and got punched right in the jaw, taking my knife as well as my body away from the door. I jumped to my feet and sideswiped the person who hit me with a knife. The man landed on the floor and shrieked in pain. When I got a closer look at the man, I noted that he was a thug with a long gash through his cheek.
"Banish him, Pharaoh, I've got work to do," I hissed as I went back to the door.
Yami huffed and extended his hand down to touch the thug's forehead.
"Mind crush," He whispered, watching the young man get sucked down into a black puddle.
"Another thug," I heard Yami growl.
Now that was something new. The Pharaoh didn't show much anger around people. There was a loud thud and a groan from behind me.
"Shadow game!"
All of a sudden, we found ourselves outside in the courtyard surrounded by thugs. It was raining hard and lightning flashed randomly, gradually growing closer to where we sat. I glanced at Yami and found that he was sitting quite comfortably on a lamp post with a glowing eye imprinted on his forehead and a sick smirk on his face. (A/N: For those who are having trouble imagining that sick smile, refer back to the first volume of the Yu-Gi-Oh manga. Yeah…that smile.) I backed up slightly, not liking this situation at all.
"Penalty Game: Electric Attraction!"
Ryou:
Sweat poured down my face, matting my silvery hair down. I was now feeling very ill and Yugi went off to see if he could get to the nurse's office. Lightning flashed in the window down the hall, illuminating it. A stab of pain snaked its way through my chest and I cried out. Somehow…I wanted my yami to make it stop.
/Yami!/
//Not now, Ryou!//
/But…/
The ceiling above my head broke open and a bolt of lightning crashed down…
Bakura:
The amount of damage Yami's penalty game inflicted was nauseating. I had to watch as the thug's skeletons were ripped out of their mouth and turned to dust. It wasn't long before the screams ended and we were in the hallway again. Yami turned his back to me and stared out the window.
"You're just as dark as me," I commented.
"I am not dark. I am a dispenser of justice."
"A sick, twisted, demented dispenser of justice, you mean."
"No."
I picked the lock on the door with ease and opened it.
Kalani:
A door opened. Could it mean someone had heard my cries? I sat up weakly, edging backwards in order to protect myself. A man with white hair walked into the room and eyed me.
"Are you ok?"
My card name was close…maybe a few yards away. Since it was that close, my senses kicked in. Ryou was…heading this way and his aura was different.
"We need to get away from here," I said roughly.
"Why?"
"Because I am here."
Author's Note: Cliffhanger, ne?