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All right, I had had this whole chapter worked out, but then I did something stupid, and erased it, or something, I don't remember what I did. I haven't updated this one in a while so I am, and I'm also planning a story where Bakura is a hit man. That should be good. Well, I'm not in much of a writing mood, so we'll have to wait and see how this chapter turns out. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
I spent a lot of time alone, by myself. Bakura has hardly ever in the house, seeing as he wanted me to get over all this myself. I stayed in my room, for a very long time, emerging only to go to the bathroom. While I slept, Bakura came home, made me some food, left it in the room and left again. I spent all of about a month in that room, and after I had decided I wanted to leave, it was about another three weeks before I spoke again. By that time, my father had exhausted all hope of finding me, and he had decided to completely forget me. I read the newspaper everyday, only because Bakura left it in my room with the food. About 6 weeks into my depression, I saw my name in the obituary section. Then, after that, I knew. To Yugi, I was dead, and that's the way it would have to be for the rest of mine, and his life. It hurt me, but I knew, it hurt him ten times more, seeing as he had no idea where I was.
Bakura had started being home during the day, after I had left my room. Throughout the whole thing, I could see how much experience he had with raising children. He never pushed me further then where I deemed necessary. He never acted as if I were a baby; he acted just as my age permitted, and that got me through the process a lot faster than I would have otherwise. After I began talking, he began to ease me into the idea that I should start honing my well, powers. It took me a while to get the hint, but after I did, I started thinking really seriously about it. This is the kind of thing that would change my life forever, and I never liked change. I liked things the way they were. But, as always, I knew it would be safer to me and everyone around me, if I knew what we were dealing with, and how much power I really had. I talked to Bakura the next day.
"Bakura, I have been thinking about what you said, and I do think it's a good idea for me to know and learn more about well, I don't know what you would call it, the power inside of me." Bakura looked at me and smiled.
"I knew you would say that. Today, Malik will come over, and help us with the long journey ahead of you. I'm glad you have decided to cast light upon the situation, it will be safer to all who know you." Said Bakura, again putting the hand on my shoulder, the only think I found upsetting about him.
Later that day, Malik indeed came over, and for once, I got to see what he really looked like. He wore a LOT of gold, around his arms, around his neck, on his ears, everything. He had the skin and hair of someone who spent countless days at the beach, blond hair softly tumbling over his sharp features, and trademark tanned skin. Leather pants and a sleeveless purple shirt, with more gold, completed the ensemble. It was amazing that this man was a genius; it looked like he spent more time at the gym than in front of books.
"So, this is the famous Ryou Bakura then, eh?" Asked Malik with a smile, as he reached out to shake my hand. I returned the gesture. Then, Bakura led the two of us into the dining room, where there was a single chair at the huge table, and a toothpick on the table, in front of the chair. He pulled out the chair, and asked me to sit. I sat, and looked at the toothpick.
"Pick up the toothpick, Ryou" Said Bakura. I picked it up.
"Baka!" Bakura yelled, and I dropped the toothpick.
"With your mind, boy." Said Malik, calmly, with a real good grasp on the back of my chair.
"Concentrate on it, see it in your mind flying through the air. Feel it's energy." Said Bakura in a whisper, and then all was silent. I closed my eyes, and saw the toothpick in my head. I saw it lift from the table, and then I opened my eyes, and saw it at the other end of the table.
"Did it fly?" I asked hopefully. Malik laughed, and Bakura dropped his head.
"It rolled, you made it roll across the table, Ryou." Said Bakura. Damn, I thought, I'm sure I can do this.
But all that day, and all the next, and the next, I couldn't but roll the toothpick across the table. But then, after three days, it lifted about an inch, and then dropped. I dropped it, because I heard something..scary. It was like a thousand whispers in my head, constantly talking, but I couldn't make out what it said. It filled my head, and made me instantly dizzy. After the toothpick dropped, it was still there, that whisper, but much fainter, barely audible in the room filled to the brim with heavy silence.
"Ryou, what happened?" Asked Bakura.
"Whispers." I said very plainly. It was true, that's what had me worried the most.
"Ah, I didn't think you would ever be able to channel it, Ryou. I didn't know how much of me you had, but now I know, you have quite a lot. Because you have started to channel the energy it takes to move that kind of thing, you can hear the energy surging through your body. Now that you have become sensitive enough to feel it, you will always hear it, for the rest of your life. He said, with a little sadness in his voice.
"The next few months were dedicated to my learning to control the sensitivity of my perception. I noticed that I could change things when I was mad, or real sad. I got pissed one day, after I had fallen in the bathroom, and my head pounded. The whispers were like screams in my head. After a couple of minutes, it all subsided and I looked around. I had blown all the light bulbs in the room, and the bar holding the shower curtain was a huge mess, bent in all different directions. I eventually could completely control everything, almost as well as Bakura. I stopped one day, during a training session with a vase, and an arrow.
"Today's Yugi's birthday." I said aloud, carefully setting down the two objects I had in my possession at the moment.
"You know you can't do anything, Ryou, you don't exist, remember?" You will see these days come and go, and soon, you'll forget. You'll forget the pain, Ryou." Said Bakura, neglecting to lay that hand on my shoulder this time. I thought for a moment, and decided I had had enough for the day, and went into my room. I looked under the bed, and found the newspaper I had kept with my obituary in it. I tore out my own little section from the paper, and started to write. I wrote a letter to Yugi, sealed the letter, and the obituary paper in an envelope, addressed it, and carefully placed the envelope in the bag of a passing letter carrier without him noticing, and made sure that he was the one that stopped at Yugi's. He went on, not realizing the fraction of a pound weight gain in his letter bag.
The letter read,
Yugi,
Happy birthday from an old friend. You can't know where I am, you can't even know that I exist, but all I can do today, for my friend, is to tell you that I am alive and well. It will be years, but whenever I can, I will come find you. So, for your present, I have given you my obituary paper, from a copy I saved from all those months ago. When you get this, I want you to rip it up, burn the pieces, and flush the ashes. I want you to know that I am well. Never, and I repeat, never, tell anyone I exist. I have to form a new life for myself, and when I meet you, I will tell you why. Until then, I died the day I was reported missing. Until the day we meet again, my friend.
I think of you always,
Ryou *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Well, I was listening to some pretty sad Celtic music while I was writing this, so I don't know if it sound's different. Will the letter reach Yugi? Ryou will never know..
All right, I had had this whole chapter worked out, but then I did something stupid, and erased it, or something, I don't remember what I did. I haven't updated this one in a while so I am, and I'm also planning a story where Bakura is a hit man. That should be good. Well, I'm not in much of a writing mood, so we'll have to wait and see how this chapter turns out. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
I spent a lot of time alone, by myself. Bakura has hardly ever in the house, seeing as he wanted me to get over all this myself. I stayed in my room, for a very long time, emerging only to go to the bathroom. While I slept, Bakura came home, made me some food, left it in the room and left again. I spent all of about a month in that room, and after I had decided I wanted to leave, it was about another three weeks before I spoke again. By that time, my father had exhausted all hope of finding me, and he had decided to completely forget me. I read the newspaper everyday, only because Bakura left it in my room with the food. About 6 weeks into my depression, I saw my name in the obituary section. Then, after that, I knew. To Yugi, I was dead, and that's the way it would have to be for the rest of mine, and his life. It hurt me, but I knew, it hurt him ten times more, seeing as he had no idea where I was.
Bakura had started being home during the day, after I had left my room. Throughout the whole thing, I could see how much experience he had with raising children. He never pushed me further then where I deemed necessary. He never acted as if I were a baby; he acted just as my age permitted, and that got me through the process a lot faster than I would have otherwise. After I began talking, he began to ease me into the idea that I should start honing my well, powers. It took me a while to get the hint, but after I did, I started thinking really seriously about it. This is the kind of thing that would change my life forever, and I never liked change. I liked things the way they were. But, as always, I knew it would be safer to me and everyone around me, if I knew what we were dealing with, and how much power I really had. I talked to Bakura the next day.
"Bakura, I have been thinking about what you said, and I do think it's a good idea for me to know and learn more about well, I don't know what you would call it, the power inside of me." Bakura looked at me and smiled.
"I knew you would say that. Today, Malik will come over, and help us with the long journey ahead of you. I'm glad you have decided to cast light upon the situation, it will be safer to all who know you." Said Bakura, again putting the hand on my shoulder, the only think I found upsetting about him.
Later that day, Malik indeed came over, and for once, I got to see what he really looked like. He wore a LOT of gold, around his arms, around his neck, on his ears, everything. He had the skin and hair of someone who spent countless days at the beach, blond hair softly tumbling over his sharp features, and trademark tanned skin. Leather pants and a sleeveless purple shirt, with more gold, completed the ensemble. It was amazing that this man was a genius; it looked like he spent more time at the gym than in front of books.
"So, this is the famous Ryou Bakura then, eh?" Asked Malik with a smile, as he reached out to shake my hand. I returned the gesture. Then, Bakura led the two of us into the dining room, where there was a single chair at the huge table, and a toothpick on the table, in front of the chair. He pulled out the chair, and asked me to sit. I sat, and looked at the toothpick.
"Pick up the toothpick, Ryou" Said Bakura. I picked it up.
"Baka!" Bakura yelled, and I dropped the toothpick.
"With your mind, boy." Said Malik, calmly, with a real good grasp on the back of my chair.
"Concentrate on it, see it in your mind flying through the air. Feel it's energy." Said Bakura in a whisper, and then all was silent. I closed my eyes, and saw the toothpick in my head. I saw it lift from the table, and then I opened my eyes, and saw it at the other end of the table.
"Did it fly?" I asked hopefully. Malik laughed, and Bakura dropped his head.
"It rolled, you made it roll across the table, Ryou." Said Bakura. Damn, I thought, I'm sure I can do this.
But all that day, and all the next, and the next, I couldn't but roll the toothpick across the table. But then, after three days, it lifted about an inch, and then dropped. I dropped it, because I heard something..scary. It was like a thousand whispers in my head, constantly talking, but I couldn't make out what it said. It filled my head, and made me instantly dizzy. After the toothpick dropped, it was still there, that whisper, but much fainter, barely audible in the room filled to the brim with heavy silence.
"Ryou, what happened?" Asked Bakura.
"Whispers." I said very plainly. It was true, that's what had me worried the most.
"Ah, I didn't think you would ever be able to channel it, Ryou. I didn't know how much of me you had, but now I know, you have quite a lot. Because you have started to channel the energy it takes to move that kind of thing, you can hear the energy surging through your body. Now that you have become sensitive enough to feel it, you will always hear it, for the rest of your life. He said, with a little sadness in his voice.
"The next few months were dedicated to my learning to control the sensitivity of my perception. I noticed that I could change things when I was mad, or real sad. I got pissed one day, after I had fallen in the bathroom, and my head pounded. The whispers were like screams in my head. After a couple of minutes, it all subsided and I looked around. I had blown all the light bulbs in the room, and the bar holding the shower curtain was a huge mess, bent in all different directions. I eventually could completely control everything, almost as well as Bakura. I stopped one day, during a training session with a vase, and an arrow.
"Today's Yugi's birthday." I said aloud, carefully setting down the two objects I had in my possession at the moment.
"You know you can't do anything, Ryou, you don't exist, remember?" You will see these days come and go, and soon, you'll forget. You'll forget the pain, Ryou." Said Bakura, neglecting to lay that hand on my shoulder this time. I thought for a moment, and decided I had had enough for the day, and went into my room. I looked under the bed, and found the newspaper I had kept with my obituary in it. I tore out my own little section from the paper, and started to write. I wrote a letter to Yugi, sealed the letter, and the obituary paper in an envelope, addressed it, and carefully placed the envelope in the bag of a passing letter carrier without him noticing, and made sure that he was the one that stopped at Yugi's. He went on, not realizing the fraction of a pound weight gain in his letter bag.
The letter read,
Yugi,
Happy birthday from an old friend. You can't know where I am, you can't even know that I exist, but all I can do today, for my friend, is to tell you that I am alive and well. It will be years, but whenever I can, I will come find you. So, for your present, I have given you my obituary paper, from a copy I saved from all those months ago. When you get this, I want you to rip it up, burn the pieces, and flush the ashes. I want you to know that I am well. Never, and I repeat, never, tell anyone I exist. I have to form a new life for myself, and when I meet you, I will tell you why. Until then, I died the day I was reported missing. Until the day we meet again, my friend.
I think of you always,
Ryou *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Well, I was listening to some pretty sad Celtic music while I was writing this, so I don't know if it sound's different. Will the letter reach Yugi? Ryou will never know..