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So, a lot was revealed in the last chapter, but Ryou's getting the sneaking suspicion that he was not being told everything…
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It's been about three weeks since that night when my whole life changed forever. I have been living in the house all the time. Bakura had told me that I was to never leave the house. Never. He said that if someone who knew I was missing recognized me, everything he had worked hard to prevent would come crashing down on the both of us. My eyes have not seen sunlight in the longest time. My skin id growing even paler, and my eyes are becoming dull, as if I were a porcelain doll being covered in never ending layers of dust. I fill my days with idle drawings of the world beyond my protective barrier, and writing a book. The book is about me, and all the amazing adventures I hoped to take on someday. Little did I know, I would eventually face much, much more than I could ever think to put in a mere book.
"Ryou, I have to go out for the night. Remember to keep everything shut and locked." Bakura yelled before leaving the house. He left almost every night. What he was doing, I never found out. I became used to the fact that I would spend a lot of time on my own. I used this time to think. Think about everything I was confused about. Think about the "What-ifs" of life. What if my mother hadn't died? What if she hadn't married my father? What if I was caught? By this time, even my father had realized I was missing. There was an article in the paper, telling everyone to watch out for any traces of me. They'd never find me, unless they could see through walls and thick draperies. Yugi was probably worried sick about me, and I couldn't do anything about it.
I woke up from another common nightmare when I heard the front door slam shut. Then there was a whisper.
"Keep it down! The boy's asleep, Damnit!" Bakura was talking to someone. Someone in the house. With us. I was scared. Scared that Bakura had indeed asked for ransom, or something like that. They went into the kitchen, closing the sliding door behind them. I crept out of my room, making sure I didn't make a sound. I heard the two people talking in the kitchen.
"Have you told him yet?"
"I told him everything that he should hear, nothing more."
"You mean you haven't told him yet."
"I said, I told him everything he needed to know. The part about me not being his uncle never came up. He believes the whole thing, and it's going to stay that way." By that time, I was right next to the door, peering in through the crack they had left in the door. Bakura was in his usual attire of a cloak. I could just see the other person's arm. I was appalled at the news. He wasn't my uncle! How many other lies had he told me?
"You know, he's old enough to know the truth. For God's sake, he's 16! Stop treating him as a baby!"
"You know I can't tell him. I was 28 when I myself found out, and I still haven't gotten over it. What do you expect out of the child?"
"I said, he isn't a child! 16 is quite a competent age, Bakura. Just because you're soft hearted, doesn't mean the boy is, too!"
That's the thing. He is a soft boy. Fragile, if nothing else. I'm a demon compared to him, and you're the devil. He wouldn't be able to take it in, no matter how closely he resembles Patricia." Bakura was now getting ready to pour scotch into two glasses.
"On the rocks, Malik?" I can only assume this Malik said yes, but after what happened next, I really didn't care. Bakura stuck up his hand casually, and suddenly, the freezer opened, and three ice cubes flew through the air, and stopped about three inches away from Bakura's outstretched hand. Floating there, he grabbed a glass with the other hand, and guided the ice into it, without ever once touching them. He picked up the bottle of scotch normally, and poured some into the two glasses, one now with ice in it. After that, he moved his hand over his shoulder, like he was swatting a fly, and the freezer door shut automatically. Neither of the men in the room looked as if anything out of the ordinary had happened. I decided then it would be a good time for me to leave, so I wasn't caught. I walked carefully back into my room, and thought the rest of the night about what I had seen.
In the morning, I woke; the sun was shining on my face. I went to use the restroom, and there was a note on the door. It was for me.
"I needed to run an errand. I will be back after sundown tonight.
-Bakura" It read. I went to the bathroom, and decided to do some snooping. I went into his room, which I had been forbidden from entering. It looked normal. A bed in a corner, a dresser against a wall, a closet on the other side of the room. The top of the dresser was loaded with pictures. I walked over to them, and began looking through them. The one in front was a wallet size in a frame. Bakura, and my mother were in it. There was another, with Bakura, Mom, and the rest of the family I only recognized from other pictures I had seen along the walls at my house. The others, though, were a little disturbing. There was one, of Bakura, and my grandparents, but my grandparents looked like they were twenty, and Bakura looked just as he does now. I kept looking, and saw with horror, that in all the pictures, no matter who was old in one was young in another, Bakura always looked the same. Then I got to a picture in the back. This one just had Bakura in it. He was standing there, dressed in aristocratic clothing. The picture was black and white. I almost died when I saw the date. 1663. I heard movement by the door. I looked over to it, and saw Bakura leaning against the doorframe, watching me. He was smiling.
"You got me, Ryou. You finally got me."
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I'm sorry if this chapter sounded a little rushed, but I'm extremely tired, and I'm going to sleep. Please R&R and tell me how this is.
So, a lot was revealed in the last chapter, but Ryou's getting the sneaking suspicion that he was not being told everything…
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It's been about three weeks since that night when my whole life changed forever. I have been living in the house all the time. Bakura had told me that I was to never leave the house. Never. He said that if someone who knew I was missing recognized me, everything he had worked hard to prevent would come crashing down on the both of us. My eyes have not seen sunlight in the longest time. My skin id growing even paler, and my eyes are becoming dull, as if I were a porcelain doll being covered in never ending layers of dust. I fill my days with idle drawings of the world beyond my protective barrier, and writing a book. The book is about me, and all the amazing adventures I hoped to take on someday. Little did I know, I would eventually face much, much more than I could ever think to put in a mere book.
"Ryou, I have to go out for the night. Remember to keep everything shut and locked." Bakura yelled before leaving the house. He left almost every night. What he was doing, I never found out. I became used to the fact that I would spend a lot of time on my own. I used this time to think. Think about everything I was confused about. Think about the "What-ifs" of life. What if my mother hadn't died? What if she hadn't married my father? What if I was caught? By this time, even my father had realized I was missing. There was an article in the paper, telling everyone to watch out for any traces of me. They'd never find me, unless they could see through walls and thick draperies. Yugi was probably worried sick about me, and I couldn't do anything about it.
I woke up from another common nightmare when I heard the front door slam shut. Then there was a whisper.
"Keep it down! The boy's asleep, Damnit!" Bakura was talking to someone. Someone in the house. With us. I was scared. Scared that Bakura had indeed asked for ransom, or something like that. They went into the kitchen, closing the sliding door behind them. I crept out of my room, making sure I didn't make a sound. I heard the two people talking in the kitchen.
"Have you told him yet?"
"I told him everything that he should hear, nothing more."
"You mean you haven't told him yet."
"I said, I told him everything he needed to know. The part about me not being his uncle never came up. He believes the whole thing, and it's going to stay that way." By that time, I was right next to the door, peering in through the crack they had left in the door. Bakura was in his usual attire of a cloak. I could just see the other person's arm. I was appalled at the news. He wasn't my uncle! How many other lies had he told me?
"You know, he's old enough to know the truth. For God's sake, he's 16! Stop treating him as a baby!"
"You know I can't tell him. I was 28 when I myself found out, and I still haven't gotten over it. What do you expect out of the child?"
"I said, he isn't a child! 16 is quite a competent age, Bakura. Just because you're soft hearted, doesn't mean the boy is, too!"
That's the thing. He is a soft boy. Fragile, if nothing else. I'm a demon compared to him, and you're the devil. He wouldn't be able to take it in, no matter how closely he resembles Patricia." Bakura was now getting ready to pour scotch into two glasses.
"On the rocks, Malik?" I can only assume this Malik said yes, but after what happened next, I really didn't care. Bakura stuck up his hand casually, and suddenly, the freezer opened, and three ice cubes flew through the air, and stopped about three inches away from Bakura's outstretched hand. Floating there, he grabbed a glass with the other hand, and guided the ice into it, without ever once touching them. He picked up the bottle of scotch normally, and poured some into the two glasses, one now with ice in it. After that, he moved his hand over his shoulder, like he was swatting a fly, and the freezer door shut automatically. Neither of the men in the room looked as if anything out of the ordinary had happened. I decided then it would be a good time for me to leave, so I wasn't caught. I walked carefully back into my room, and thought the rest of the night about what I had seen.
In the morning, I woke; the sun was shining on my face. I went to use the restroom, and there was a note on the door. It was for me.
"I needed to run an errand. I will be back after sundown tonight.
-Bakura" It read. I went to the bathroom, and decided to do some snooping. I went into his room, which I had been forbidden from entering. It looked normal. A bed in a corner, a dresser against a wall, a closet on the other side of the room. The top of the dresser was loaded with pictures. I walked over to them, and began looking through them. The one in front was a wallet size in a frame. Bakura, and my mother were in it. There was another, with Bakura, Mom, and the rest of the family I only recognized from other pictures I had seen along the walls at my house. The others, though, were a little disturbing. There was one, of Bakura, and my grandparents, but my grandparents looked like they were twenty, and Bakura looked just as he does now. I kept looking, and saw with horror, that in all the pictures, no matter who was old in one was young in another, Bakura always looked the same. Then I got to a picture in the back. This one just had Bakura in it. He was standing there, dressed in aristocratic clothing. The picture was black and white. I almost died when I saw the date. 1663. I heard movement by the door. I looked over to it, and saw Bakura leaning against the doorframe, watching me. He was smiling.
"You got me, Ryou. You finally got me."
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I'm sorry if this chapter sounded a little rushed, but I'm extremely tired, and I'm going to sleep. Please R&R and tell me how this is.