Crimson Tears
By Kaehimi
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
"The Move"
Bakura's Point of View...
~Unfortunately, it seemed the Spirit had taken a disliking to me. {Be afraid, mortal.} He sent to my mind. {Be very afraid.}
And so I was. He had said he was my master, so should I refer to him like that? I wasn't sure and I really did not want to offend this Spirit. {My title is Master Yami Bakura.} I sensed him smirk at my discomfort. {Or just Master.}
{Okay...Master.}
{That's a good mortal.} He didn't sound as cruel as he had seemed.
'How can we communicate like this?' I wondered as I watched us speed by farms.
{You don't become a tomb robber without picking some tricks along the way.} He scoffed. {I was- and still am- the greatest tomb robber. I can find any trap, open any entrance, steal anything and still come out alive.} For the rest of the trip, I listened to the Spirit's life story. It was actually quite fascinating.
Lapse of Time...
We had finally arrived at our new house, and I was in the back of the truck, trying to gather a few boxes when I heard something. I turned around, but didn't see anything. So I picked up another box and headed toward the exit when I heard it again. Creak, creak. I looked at a shelf, which seemed to be where the noise originated. I stood still and held my breath, but nothing happened.
Turning back to the task at hand, I started up again. One minute I was walking out, and the next, someone pushed me. "FOOL!" It was the Spirit again! As I flew out of the truck, one of my father's large bookcases fell over in the spot where I had just been standing. 'So that's what the noise was!' I trembled, shaken by the fact that I could have been seriously injured.
Suddenly, my father rushed out of the house. "My shelf!" He ran right past me toward his precious books, which he obviously prized above all- including me. I picked up the load I had dropped and headed inside.
Lapse of Time...
That night, as I lay awake, a tear made its way down my cheek and onto my pillow. Another followed, and soon my pillow was soaked. From beside my bed, the Millennium Ring glowed and the Spirit came out. He looked at me with a strange look on his face. I ignored him- I was too upset.
"Stop it." He commanded.
To my surprise, I glared at him. "No." My voice dripped with defiance, and I was ready to rebel. I had not yet gotten a chance to express my feelings, and I couldn't use a knife while my father was home.
As was expected, I guess, he grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me out of bed. "You dare disobey me?!"
"Yes." I put all my strength in that one word.
He looked shocked for a moment, then he chuckled. "It takes a lot of courage to stand up to me, mortal. I-" He closed his mouth and dropped me. Then he walked to the other side of the room and threw me a washcloth. "Now stop crying." He vanished after that, returning to the Ring.
After I wiped my eyes, I tucked myself in and for the first time in a while, smiled. "Thank you, Spirit," I whispered as I descended into the depths of sleep.~
Kaehimi: Another chappie! O_O
Thanks you: Kay, Knight de Fire, StarStruck, Sento-Kami, DemonessKymorie, and everybody else!
Excuse of the Chapter: Studying the Writer's Block, every writer's greatest enemy! ^_~