When Hearts Turn Cold
Chapter One: Arrogance & Acceptance
Dear Diary,
How can I deal with that annoying, pain in the arse.......NO, THAT mummy's boy I'm forced to share a mind with? He actually FORGOT to tape my programmes off the TV. Now how am I supposed to know whether Rick tells Sally he fancies her sister? And of all the excuses it was so that he could help that little twerp Yugi with the housework. If only I could understand how you operated the VCR...Kuso! He's gonna pay for this and Yugi too if I can help it.
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Several hours later Bakura can be seen amidst a load of tools in the front room. Between breaths there are some rather rude bits of Egyptian coming out of his mouth. The casing once covering the VCR looked as though it had been removed rather differently to the way the designers had intended. It looked more as though some creative initiative had been implemented with a claw hammer. Bare wires were strewn across the floor.
"Bakura...BAKURA" comes Ryou's voice from afar.
"Yes" replies Bakura mumbling something strangely like "mummy's boy" "Are you coming to the park with us?" "No" replied Bakura through the door, "but I do have to go out soon, could you tape my soaps for me?" "OK" comes Ryou's crestfallen voice back. The front door is slammed as Ryou, Yami and Yugi leave for the park.
Evil laughter echoes off the walls as Bakura heads back up to his room. Earth wires can be seen bubbling in the fireplace as they slowly melt. The house is now eerily quiet except for the gentle bubbling of the fireplace and the strange static hiss being emitted by the VCR.
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A key turns in the lock. The front door flies open as Ryou runs red faced and out of breath towards the front room.
"Can't miss his programmes again" he gasps. Ryou barges the door open and falling head first towards the TV, lands inches from it. Seeing the remote across the room, he decides to just press record on the VCR.
*BOOOOOOOOOM!!!*
Several minutes later a Ryou-shaped figure is seen walking down the hall. Black faced with his hair standing on end he sways. His burned clothes and sore hands causing pain he falls into unconsciousness. Before hitting the floor he calls out. "'Kura!!!"
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*Thump......Thump.......THUMP* Stifled laughter drifts downstairs from Bakura's attic bedroom. Several long darts and an ornate knife are imbedded in the wall. They are driven to the hilt through a high school picture of Ryou stuck to the wall. The laughter soon stops and an insatiable sense of boredom overcomes Bakura. After lying on his black sheeted bed for a while, sleep eventually settles on the troubled yami.
Awaking the next morning with sunlight streaming onto his face, a grumbling Bakura decides to head downstairs. On the stairs Bakura spots Yami. His original train of thought, namely insulting Yami, was quickly derailed after noticing that he was alone. The little twerp Yugi was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Yugi?" thought Bakura and judging by the look on Yami's face he was thinking the same thing. Bakura's suspicion was quickly confirmed by Yami. "Have you seen my hikari?" asked Yami in a normal tone. "No.." Bakura started and then realizing what he was doing started to smirk, "Why? Is the pampered little pharaoh missing his toy? Awwww. Little Yamikins" Laughing, Bakura jumped the last few steps, taking his time to kick the still limp form of Ryou. He then headed out the back door into the garden.
As the sunlight struck his pale face he blinked. "Ra!" he spat, "you're always there no matter whether I like it or not. Where was Anubis when I was reincarnated huh?" He continued ranting and building up steam for several minutes before a thought struck him down like lead filled plushie. "Was this the fate Anubis chose for me?" "Am I..." he began softly, "...forced to spend a lifetime..." gathering volume, "...WITH THAT USELESS EXCUSE FOR A DUELIST AND HUMAN BEING" literally screaming now. Bakura's usually pale face was now red and he seemed to be fuming with anger. Turning his face from the ever present Ra he spat fiercely onto the ground before storming back into the house. He stomped his feet menacingly if some what childishly as he climbed the stairs.
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Ryou awoke several hours later in a fair amount of pain. Actually it felt like he had collapsed and then been kicked repeatedly. As the pain slowly subsided, memories came flooding back. He remembered running and then falling. An image of a VCR slammed into his mind. "Oh no!" he gasped, "'Kura's programmes" Jumping to his feet but then steadying himself on the banister Ryou tried to clear his head. He slowly ascending the stairs he tried to think of how to break the news about the VCR to his yami. Eventually deciding on telling the truth that it just blew up he smoothed down his hair and knocked the door softly. ......Silence answers him. Ryou's face falls even further as he rests his head against the door and knocks again. ......Again Silence. Ryou decides to enter Bakura's room. He looks around the dimly lit chamber. Not a trace of Bakura is anywhere to be seen. Ryou looks around the room for a clue as to where he is. He feels a breeze as the wind blows through the open window fluttering the curtains. A single ray of light penetrates the gloom, glinting off something on the wall. It looked like something pinned to the wall. Ryou moved closer to examine it. Ryou tries to scream and gasp at the same time ending up just making a choking sound in his throat. It was a picture he gave Bakura of the two of them in high school. Bakura had been ripped out of the photo and Ryou's face had been impaled by several darts. Looking closer it wasn't just those darts either. There were hundreds of holes in the picture.
Ryou collapsed to his knees and woeful sobs overtook him as he cried into his hands. Not knowing how long he had been crying there he looked up. His eyes were drawn to the picture once again. This time however his eyes fell upon something just below the picture. It was an ornate blade, something Ryou had picked up for Bakura in their trip to Egypt last year. His body suddenly pumping with adrenalin, he lets out a strangled scream of rage. Ryou lunges for the blade and grabbing it he swings it round towards him. The blade stops barely an inch from his heaving torso. Dropping the blade he collapses to the floor on his side trembling uncontrollably. Everything fades to black as Ryou's world rips apart at the seams. His yami, his aibou, his everything... "Why?" he cries before passing out.
Chapter One: Arrogance & Acceptance
Dear Diary,
How can I deal with that annoying, pain in the arse.......NO, THAT mummy's boy I'm forced to share a mind with? He actually FORGOT to tape my programmes off the TV. Now how am I supposed to know whether Rick tells Sally he fancies her sister? And of all the excuses it was so that he could help that little twerp Yugi with the housework. If only I could understand how you operated the VCR...Kuso! He's gonna pay for this and Yugi too if I can help it.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Several hours later Bakura can be seen amidst a load of tools in the front room. Between breaths there are some rather rude bits of Egyptian coming out of his mouth. The casing once covering the VCR looked as though it had been removed rather differently to the way the designers had intended. It looked more as though some creative initiative had been implemented with a claw hammer. Bare wires were strewn across the floor.
"Bakura...BAKURA" comes Ryou's voice from afar.
"Yes" replies Bakura mumbling something strangely like "mummy's boy" "Are you coming to the park with us?" "No" replied Bakura through the door, "but I do have to go out soon, could you tape my soaps for me?" "OK" comes Ryou's crestfallen voice back. The front door is slammed as Ryou, Yami and Yugi leave for the park.
Evil laughter echoes off the walls as Bakura heads back up to his room. Earth wires can be seen bubbling in the fireplace as they slowly melt. The house is now eerily quiet except for the gentle bubbling of the fireplace and the strange static hiss being emitted by the VCR.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
A key turns in the lock. The front door flies open as Ryou runs red faced and out of breath towards the front room.
"Can't miss his programmes again" he gasps. Ryou barges the door open and falling head first towards the TV, lands inches from it. Seeing the remote across the room, he decides to just press record on the VCR.
*BOOOOOOOOOM!!!*
Several minutes later a Ryou-shaped figure is seen walking down the hall. Black faced with his hair standing on end he sways. His burned clothes and sore hands causing pain he falls into unconsciousness. Before hitting the floor he calls out. "'Kura!!!"
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
*Thump......Thump.......THUMP* Stifled laughter drifts downstairs from Bakura's attic bedroom. Several long darts and an ornate knife are imbedded in the wall. They are driven to the hilt through a high school picture of Ryou stuck to the wall. The laughter soon stops and an insatiable sense of boredom overcomes Bakura. After lying on his black sheeted bed for a while, sleep eventually settles on the troubled yami.
Awaking the next morning with sunlight streaming onto his face, a grumbling Bakura decides to head downstairs. On the stairs Bakura spots Yami. His original train of thought, namely insulting Yami, was quickly derailed after noticing that he was alone. The little twerp Yugi was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Yugi?" thought Bakura and judging by the look on Yami's face he was thinking the same thing. Bakura's suspicion was quickly confirmed by Yami. "Have you seen my hikari?" asked Yami in a normal tone. "No.." Bakura started and then realizing what he was doing started to smirk, "Why? Is the pampered little pharaoh missing his toy? Awwww. Little Yamikins" Laughing, Bakura jumped the last few steps, taking his time to kick the still limp form of Ryou. He then headed out the back door into the garden.
As the sunlight struck his pale face he blinked. "Ra!" he spat, "you're always there no matter whether I like it or not. Where was Anubis when I was reincarnated huh?" He continued ranting and building up steam for several minutes before a thought struck him down like lead filled plushie. "Was this the fate Anubis chose for me?" "Am I..." he began softly, "...forced to spend a lifetime..." gathering volume, "...WITH THAT USELESS EXCUSE FOR A DUELIST AND HUMAN BEING" literally screaming now. Bakura's usually pale face was now red and he seemed to be fuming with anger. Turning his face from the ever present Ra he spat fiercely onto the ground before storming back into the house. He stomped his feet menacingly if some what childishly as he climbed the stairs.
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Ryou awoke several hours later in a fair amount of pain. Actually it felt like he had collapsed and then been kicked repeatedly. As the pain slowly subsided, memories came flooding back. He remembered running and then falling. An image of a VCR slammed into his mind. "Oh no!" he gasped, "'Kura's programmes" Jumping to his feet but then steadying himself on the banister Ryou tried to clear his head. He slowly ascending the stairs he tried to think of how to break the news about the VCR to his yami. Eventually deciding on telling the truth that it just blew up he smoothed down his hair and knocked the door softly. ......Silence answers him. Ryou's face falls even further as he rests his head against the door and knocks again. ......Again Silence. Ryou decides to enter Bakura's room. He looks around the dimly lit chamber. Not a trace of Bakura is anywhere to be seen. Ryou looks around the room for a clue as to where he is. He feels a breeze as the wind blows through the open window fluttering the curtains. A single ray of light penetrates the gloom, glinting off something on the wall. It looked like something pinned to the wall. Ryou moved closer to examine it. Ryou tries to scream and gasp at the same time ending up just making a choking sound in his throat. It was a picture he gave Bakura of the two of them in high school. Bakura had been ripped out of the photo and Ryou's face had been impaled by several darts. Looking closer it wasn't just those darts either. There were hundreds of holes in the picture.
Ryou collapsed to his knees and woeful sobs overtook him as he cried into his hands. Not knowing how long he had been crying there he looked up. His eyes were drawn to the picture once again. This time however his eyes fell upon something just below the picture. It was an ornate blade, something Ryou had picked up for Bakura in their trip to Egypt last year. His body suddenly pumping with adrenalin, he lets out a strangled scream of rage. Ryou lunges for the blade and grabbing it he swings it round towards him. The blade stops barely an inch from his heaving torso. Dropping the blade he collapses to the floor on his side trembling uncontrollably. Everything fades to black as Ryou's world rips apart at the seams. His yami, his aibou, his everything... "Why?" he cries before passing out.