Crimson Tears
By Kaehimi
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
"The Master"
Bakura's Point of View...
~I looked at it, shocked. Now the glow had grown to envelop me within its eerie light.
I felt something within me move, and saw a ghostly image separate from my body and solidify. Lifting its head, it stared into my nearly identical face.
"So..." Its voice was a hiss. "You are the one to possess the Millennium Ring."
"Who...who are you?" I barely had the time to finish my question when it picked me up by my collar and slammed me against the wall. I gasped for air as it knocked the oxygen from my lungs. I was now perfectly pinned against the wall, terrified.
"I am your master, the spirit of the Millennium Ring," he growled, leaning close towards me. His face filled my sight. I tried to squirm and break free, but he lifted and held me inches above the ground. I could feel my throat closing in and I began to see black spots on the edges of my vision. They multiplied, dancing closer, and I finally gave in and succumbed to the eternal darkness.
Lapse of Time...
When I woke up, I was in bed. I had no memory of how I had gotten there, but I noticed that somebody had tucked me in. Probably my father.
I massaged my bruised throat gently, wincing at the pain. My thoughts wandered back to the spirit that had come from my Millennium Ring. I wondered who he was, what he wanted with me...
I finally shook it off as a dream of sorts and got out of bed. It was a Saturday, so there wasn't any school. I found several folded up cardboard boxes outside the door to my room, with a note attached to one of them. Picking it up, I read,
Bakura:
Left early to rent a truck. Please pack today. We will be leaving on Sunday.
-Dad
With a small sigh, I picked up the boxes, carried them into my room, and began packing.
Lapse of Time...
Before I knew it, I was sitting in the passenger seat of the moving truck my father had rented and was waving goodbye to my old home. I watched the trees outside the window, and unbidden tears rose behind my eyes.
No one had come to bid me farewell. I blinked back the tears, being careful that my father didn't see them and shrugged it off. 'They probably didn't know.' I assured myself.
{Don't kid yourself.} I jumped at a voice inside my head.
"Hello?" I whispered, and my father looked over at me.
"Something wrong?"
I shook my head, no, and direct my gaze outside the window once again. {Lame excuse for not having any friends.} There it was again!
I panicked for a second, and then tried to communicate. {Hello?} I tried.
{Took you long enough.} The message was filled with contempt. {Remember me?}
The spirit from the Millennium Ring!~
Kaehimi: Yes, I know that was lame, now you think Yami Bakura's gonna torture Bakura, and in doing so, force him to hurt himself even more? Well, you may be surprised...or not...*evil grin*
Thank you, Knight de Fire, for the awesome caffeine pills! ^_^ Whee!
Excuse of the Chapter: Researching the topic- self-mutilation is much more complicated than most people think!