PP: As for the two following Chapters of all of my little fics, my Yami
will be taking over. I'm simply too exhausted. Also, I have granted her
permission to use my magic, and do with it what she wants to do except
alternate the story, so...*yawn* See you guys around.
YPP: *Cheers* It's already good enough that she's giving me control of Camp Flamethrower...But all of her fics, including HP ones!!! Sweet!!! *whistles* Oh Bakura-San!!!
Bakura: What?
YPP: *Smirk*
Bakura: Damn, how'd I get here...*realizes* Oh no...No, no, no, no, NO! I am NOT cohosting for you!!!
YPP: Aww...well, I guess I'll just have to get Malik...the lesser candidate...
Bakura: *grins at flattery* Weell...since you put it thaaat way...
YPP: *cackle*
Bakura: Uh Oh.
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Zuzumea avoided Ryou and Yugi the following days, claiming a headache. Although sideway glances stolen at both of them revealed that neither believed her. While Yugi seemed curious, and slightly worried, Ryou simply appeared...upset. She didn't really know why, but she didn't like the sense of foreboding that was growing in her.
So a week passed. No dreams visited her, and Asophyre had begun to think her spell worked, and perhaps the blockage she felt was just paranoia. Zuzumea wasn't very happy, since she wanted to learn all she could about the complicated circle of the Millennium Items. But something happened the next day that drove the Items out of her mind, only to have it brought back, stronger than before.
At lunch, perhaps the first sign of Ryou's feelings began to show themselves. He produced a beautiful lunch, held in a dainty little box with ribbons tied on top of it, obviously specially prepared for her. After he stuffed it roughly in her hands, he blushed and ran away before Zuzumea could thank him. She was rather surprised, since giving lunches meant something rather serious. She had stood there for two minutes, gaping towards the direction Ryou sprinted off into, until Yugi walked over to her, concern now evident on his innocent face.
She followed him to a patch of trees, farther away from the school, but still on the grounds. Tea, Tristan and Joey were a little way off, apparently oblivious of what had happened, and Ryou, naturally, was nowhere in sight. After several minutes of silent eating, Yugi broke the glass.
"Ryou," He began, trailing his chopsticks around his lunchbox, looking for all anyone knew like a lost little boy. "Ryou, he possesses the Millennium Ring." He said, stating the obvious. Zuzumea would have snorted at this statement, if she weren't still shocked from Ryou's actions. Not to mention the fact that wielding the Millennium Pen for so long had, according to Ph - Asophyre, sharpened her instinct.
"For a while, during Duellist Kingdom, he was, um, taken over by the Ring; or rather, the spirit in the Ring, his Yami." Yugi avoided eye contact with her, and that was just the way she liked it. "His Yami drove him to do many things. He tried to take away all of our souls, to get at my Puzzle. He fought Pegasus and spiritually injured him, claiming his Millennium Eye, even though the man had done nothing personal to him. He would have even stolen the body of Mokuba, if it weren't for Tristan, who resisted him by getting rid of the Millennium Ring temporarily." He informed her determinedly.
"I don't want to badmouth him, or anything, but...I just feel restless about him, still. I don't think Tea, or any of the others know about it, since they don't have a Millennium Item. But, still..." Zuzumea sank into thought. The information was rather stunning, and it must've been what Asophyre felt upon hearing that the lovely boy who used to be her childhood mate had become so ruthless. She'd known Ryou and her other friends only for a short time, but it feels like forever, and she'd always thought of him as funny, friendly, and kind.
Her thoughts drifted to each of her friends. Tea, to whom friendship mattered so, although why was a mystery. Joey, who stood by his friends, no matter what. Tristan, who was both easygoing and relaxed. Mai, who was arrogant, yet good natured. And Ryou, friendly, cute, shy Ryou, whom she couldn't picture as someone to do something mean to anyone. She had seen Mokuba before. He comes in a limo everyday, to pick Kaiba up, a concept she found rather amusing.
He was so cute. How could anyone misuse him? Kaiba's face always cracked into a smile whenever he saw his little brother, and he practically shone as he hugged the young boy. Why would anyone want to stop that happiness? Yugi seemed to read her thoughts.
"I know what you're feeling. Ryou is a dear friend of mine, and I don't want to harbour suspicions about my friends. But I'm always wary of him. And I just wanted to warn you...keep an open ear, for everything, and an open eye that sees all. Millennium Items can control minds. Although I doubt his Ring has that ability, it's better to be careful than sorry." Zuzumea gaped. This didn't sound like the happy-go-lucky Yugi she had started to learn about. It was as though he grew older. And perhaps, he had. She looked up - into the face of Yami, who was very stern.
She suddenly felt small, and just nodded tensely. Approval crept into his face, and she noticed that he seemed tired. He smiled at her, then his face had suddenly become that of the sweet Yugi again.
That night, as though triggered by the conversation she had with Yami, a dream occurred, once again.
~*The same boy she'd seen last week was back. He was wearing something different, a black robe. It looked frightening and majestic at the same time. His hood was pulled over his eyes again, and the only indication she had that this was the same person was the low voice coming from beneath a hood. It was, unmistakably, that of Ryou Bakura.
He was standing in an obscure room in a simple village. Around ten people were seated in a circle around him, expectant expressions on their faces. They were all wearing a dark grey cloak with hoods pulled over their eyes. A secretive lot, this was. The boy scoffed inwardly. They doubted him before, even when he had been leader. But not now, not anymore. Even though his thoughts ran on a different stream, the chant coming from his mouth didn't stop. It was as though Zuzumea could feel the boy's thoughts, but then again this is a dream.
His hands were outstretched; they formed a cup in which rests a crystal ball. As his voice rose and fell, the blue fume swirling inside reacted. Thickening and thinning again, it provided a wondrous spectacle. But as it started to turn green, Ryou dropped to the floor and sat cross-legged, an image of defeat. One of the men sitting in the circle stood up. His hood fell back and his indigo eyes glinted. His hair was dirty blond, falling to his shoulders. There was a malicious glint to his eyes. He bowed before Bakura.
"Speak, Malik." Ryou commanded, his voice full of authority that broke the fake image of a loser. Malik smirked. This was usual. Even the men sitting around him weren't surprised. After all, they did this every night when their leader was with them. They had plundered the village, like he asked for, and at dusk, he reached them. He wouldn't say where he went to, or what he was doing, but it was obvious from the bundles on his camel that he had been doing the same thing they were.
Malik called out a chant that rang across the room, in a strange gurgling voice. Zuzumea cringed mentally. It sounded evil. Bakura's head slowly lifted and he raised his hands, with the Crystal Ball still in it, above his head. Malik called out that same phrase again, then he kneeled down and bowed to Bakura once more, before resuming his seat at the circle. Bakura smiled. Anyone could do the job that Malik had been entrusted with. It was very easy, just a matter of asking Osiris for permission in the ancient language. But Malik had the most potential, and he was quick-witted.
Image after image flashed through the crystal ball, as though someone was leafing through them. And in a sense, they were. Bakura was lazily searching for the palace in the mystic powers of the Crystal Ball. He wanted to see what 'Lord Yami' as his men mockingly called the Pharaoh was doing. The view quivered to a halt at a town, not far from the palace. His men jeered. This town was the one with the richest people, but for some reason, Bakura wouldn't let them go there. Although he always came back with plenty to spare, none of his other men were allowed in there.
Bakura guided the images towards the palace, when all of a sudden he felt as though his heart had stopped. He had difficulty in maintaining the picture, or indeed, even drawing breath.
Asophyre.
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YPP: The plotline is becoming immensely complicated. I must tell Aibou to make a plan.
Bakura: Hehe...I was a sorcerer...
YPP: No you weren't! This is a fanfiction!!!
Bakura: Yeah, but it was your past! And your past is my past!!!
YPP: ...Then why doesn't the Manga or the Anime show it?
Bakura: Because...um...They don't have the millennium pen!!! *smirk*
YPP: Damn, how'm I supposed to put one over that!!!
YPP: *Cheers* It's already good enough that she's giving me control of Camp Flamethrower...But all of her fics, including HP ones!!! Sweet!!! *whistles* Oh Bakura-San!!!
Bakura: What?
YPP: *Smirk*
Bakura: Damn, how'd I get here...*realizes* Oh no...No, no, no, no, NO! I am NOT cohosting for you!!!
YPP: Aww...well, I guess I'll just have to get Malik...the lesser candidate...
Bakura: *grins at flattery* Weell...since you put it thaaat way...
YPP: *cackle*
Bakura: Uh Oh.
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Zuzumea avoided Ryou and Yugi the following days, claiming a headache. Although sideway glances stolen at both of them revealed that neither believed her. While Yugi seemed curious, and slightly worried, Ryou simply appeared...upset. She didn't really know why, but she didn't like the sense of foreboding that was growing in her.
So a week passed. No dreams visited her, and Asophyre had begun to think her spell worked, and perhaps the blockage she felt was just paranoia. Zuzumea wasn't very happy, since she wanted to learn all she could about the complicated circle of the Millennium Items. But something happened the next day that drove the Items out of her mind, only to have it brought back, stronger than before.
At lunch, perhaps the first sign of Ryou's feelings began to show themselves. He produced a beautiful lunch, held in a dainty little box with ribbons tied on top of it, obviously specially prepared for her. After he stuffed it roughly in her hands, he blushed and ran away before Zuzumea could thank him. She was rather surprised, since giving lunches meant something rather serious. She had stood there for two minutes, gaping towards the direction Ryou sprinted off into, until Yugi walked over to her, concern now evident on his innocent face.
She followed him to a patch of trees, farther away from the school, but still on the grounds. Tea, Tristan and Joey were a little way off, apparently oblivious of what had happened, and Ryou, naturally, was nowhere in sight. After several minutes of silent eating, Yugi broke the glass.
"Ryou," He began, trailing his chopsticks around his lunchbox, looking for all anyone knew like a lost little boy. "Ryou, he possesses the Millennium Ring." He said, stating the obvious. Zuzumea would have snorted at this statement, if she weren't still shocked from Ryou's actions. Not to mention the fact that wielding the Millennium Pen for so long had, according to Ph - Asophyre, sharpened her instinct.
"For a while, during Duellist Kingdom, he was, um, taken over by the Ring; or rather, the spirit in the Ring, his Yami." Yugi avoided eye contact with her, and that was just the way she liked it. "His Yami drove him to do many things. He tried to take away all of our souls, to get at my Puzzle. He fought Pegasus and spiritually injured him, claiming his Millennium Eye, even though the man had done nothing personal to him. He would have even stolen the body of Mokuba, if it weren't for Tristan, who resisted him by getting rid of the Millennium Ring temporarily." He informed her determinedly.
"I don't want to badmouth him, or anything, but...I just feel restless about him, still. I don't think Tea, or any of the others know about it, since they don't have a Millennium Item. But, still..." Zuzumea sank into thought. The information was rather stunning, and it must've been what Asophyre felt upon hearing that the lovely boy who used to be her childhood mate had become so ruthless. She'd known Ryou and her other friends only for a short time, but it feels like forever, and she'd always thought of him as funny, friendly, and kind.
Her thoughts drifted to each of her friends. Tea, to whom friendship mattered so, although why was a mystery. Joey, who stood by his friends, no matter what. Tristan, who was both easygoing and relaxed. Mai, who was arrogant, yet good natured. And Ryou, friendly, cute, shy Ryou, whom she couldn't picture as someone to do something mean to anyone. She had seen Mokuba before. He comes in a limo everyday, to pick Kaiba up, a concept she found rather amusing.
He was so cute. How could anyone misuse him? Kaiba's face always cracked into a smile whenever he saw his little brother, and he practically shone as he hugged the young boy. Why would anyone want to stop that happiness? Yugi seemed to read her thoughts.
"I know what you're feeling. Ryou is a dear friend of mine, and I don't want to harbour suspicions about my friends. But I'm always wary of him. And I just wanted to warn you...keep an open ear, for everything, and an open eye that sees all. Millennium Items can control minds. Although I doubt his Ring has that ability, it's better to be careful than sorry." Zuzumea gaped. This didn't sound like the happy-go-lucky Yugi she had started to learn about. It was as though he grew older. And perhaps, he had. She looked up - into the face of Yami, who was very stern.
She suddenly felt small, and just nodded tensely. Approval crept into his face, and she noticed that he seemed tired. He smiled at her, then his face had suddenly become that of the sweet Yugi again.
That night, as though triggered by the conversation she had with Yami, a dream occurred, once again.
~*The same boy she'd seen last week was back. He was wearing something different, a black robe. It looked frightening and majestic at the same time. His hood was pulled over his eyes again, and the only indication she had that this was the same person was the low voice coming from beneath a hood. It was, unmistakably, that of Ryou Bakura.
He was standing in an obscure room in a simple village. Around ten people were seated in a circle around him, expectant expressions on their faces. They were all wearing a dark grey cloak with hoods pulled over their eyes. A secretive lot, this was. The boy scoffed inwardly. They doubted him before, even when he had been leader. But not now, not anymore. Even though his thoughts ran on a different stream, the chant coming from his mouth didn't stop. It was as though Zuzumea could feel the boy's thoughts, but then again this is a dream.
His hands were outstretched; they formed a cup in which rests a crystal ball. As his voice rose and fell, the blue fume swirling inside reacted. Thickening and thinning again, it provided a wondrous spectacle. But as it started to turn green, Ryou dropped to the floor and sat cross-legged, an image of defeat. One of the men sitting in the circle stood up. His hood fell back and his indigo eyes glinted. His hair was dirty blond, falling to his shoulders. There was a malicious glint to his eyes. He bowed before Bakura.
"Speak, Malik." Ryou commanded, his voice full of authority that broke the fake image of a loser. Malik smirked. This was usual. Even the men sitting around him weren't surprised. After all, they did this every night when their leader was with them. They had plundered the village, like he asked for, and at dusk, he reached them. He wouldn't say where he went to, or what he was doing, but it was obvious from the bundles on his camel that he had been doing the same thing they were.
Malik called out a chant that rang across the room, in a strange gurgling voice. Zuzumea cringed mentally. It sounded evil. Bakura's head slowly lifted and he raised his hands, with the Crystal Ball still in it, above his head. Malik called out that same phrase again, then he kneeled down and bowed to Bakura once more, before resuming his seat at the circle. Bakura smiled. Anyone could do the job that Malik had been entrusted with. It was very easy, just a matter of asking Osiris for permission in the ancient language. But Malik had the most potential, and he was quick-witted.
Image after image flashed through the crystal ball, as though someone was leafing through them. And in a sense, they were. Bakura was lazily searching for the palace in the mystic powers of the Crystal Ball. He wanted to see what 'Lord Yami' as his men mockingly called the Pharaoh was doing. The view quivered to a halt at a town, not far from the palace. His men jeered. This town was the one with the richest people, but for some reason, Bakura wouldn't let them go there. Although he always came back with plenty to spare, none of his other men were allowed in there.
Bakura guided the images towards the palace, when all of a sudden he felt as though his heart had stopped. He had difficulty in maintaining the picture, or indeed, even drawing breath.
Asophyre.
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YPP: The plotline is becoming immensely complicated. I must tell Aibou to make a plan.
Bakura: Hehe...I was a sorcerer...
YPP: No you weren't! This is a fanfiction!!!
Bakura: Yeah, but it was your past! And your past is my past!!!
YPP: ...Then why doesn't the Manga or the Anime show it?
Bakura: Because...um...They don't have the millennium pen!!! *smirk*
YPP: Damn, how'm I supposed to put one over that!!!