TR: Hello and thank you for the reviews, Murai-Sakura, AnimeDarkside, and
Alana-Star.
Ok I'm sorry I took too long but this I'm changing this chapter over to
Bakura's P.O.V ^_^ and I know you all thinking what wrong with him and has
he changed? Well let's see.
Disclaimer: nope
TR: Oh! I almost forgot to mention. When Ryou and Bakura are in mind link Ryou: / Bakura: // I hope that's ok...as my friends say On wit da fic...^^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 7 ~*Do wishes count at all? *~
Bakura's P.O.V
Bakura was in his room, sitting on his bed. He had just heard Ryou close the front door of the apartment. 'Was that mortal girl right?' he asked himself, 'that beating someone was not right, not a way to toughing him up?' Bakura lay back on his bed and thought about his past, the way he was raised. His mother was gone, but his father was there. His father always beat him to learn something, not to make a mistake, ever. That's all he ever knew about teaching someone, especially Ryou
He grew up being the king of all thieves and with a thought of revenge. When his whole village was killed off he was the only one to survive because he had ran away from home to get away from his fathers' beatings. Bakura had remembered he had change his mind about running away and went back to see everyone gone.
The Pharaohs death was all that was on his when he returned to the kingdom. But now he was just a spirit in a millennium item. Bakura got off his bed and unlocked his door. He walked down the hallway and out of the house. It was a cloudy day with a warm breeze, though Bakura didn't care much for it.
He walked down the street toward the park where he knew Ryou would be there. He didn't know why he was heading down there just felt he had to. Bakura followed the brick wall that surrounded the park to its entrance. He could see over wall, so he kept an outlook for Ryou.
Soon Bakura saw white hair over the wall. Ryou was sitting on a concrete bench with huge bushes on each. Ryou had his back on the wall and legs gathered up in his arms, with his chin on his knees. He watched Ryou as he leaned over the wall, careful to not let Ryou know he was looking over him.
Ryou was just staring down at his shoes, his eyes moving side to side. Bakura didn't dare to think while he was around Ryou, they had a mind-link, but he was hearing thoughts coming from his hikari. /...Why does he do that? I always wondered if Bakura could ever change, but even after he beat me senseless last night, I don't know what Zora had said to him, but, he's still as cold as ever.../
Bakura closed his eyes in frustration. He remembered everything that had happened after Ryou had passed out. The mortal girl screamed at him for everything he had done to Ryou...and him being his hikari's brother!
He smirked at the idea, almost laughing at it and looked down at Ryou. He was still there, sitting, he wasn't thinking of anything, just stared out into spaced. Bakura looked in the direction Ryou was looking. He was looking at the playground area. Kids were running around, playing. Their parents were sitting at the park benches.
Bakura shoved the image out of his mind and took one last look at Ryou and left. He walked down to the four way stop. From there he crossed the street and down the road that led down a tree-shadowed neighborhood. As he passed the houses, something caught Bakura's eyes. A particular house, it was white with gray paneling. His curiosity was strong about taking a look.
There was someone familiar. It was Zora! She was cleaning the table in her living room. Bakura looked in the driveway. He didn't see any of those metal machines (Cars) Ryou told him about once. When he saw that Zora left to do something else, he climbed through the window. Bakura walked through the living room, looking around the corner to see if Zora was returning.
When he saw that she was not returning, he walked to the next room. It turned out to be the bathroom. 'Go figure.' He thought. The house almost similar to Ryou's but different in design. Instead, there was a bedroom at the front of the house and two more in the back. He guessed there was an attic, because of a door on the ceiling.
'Why doesn't Ryou have one of those' he thought as her walked on. He walked back into the living room. Looking around he found a photograph framed. It had Zora in it along with two other people. 'Her parents?' he thought as he turned it around and found a note to it. It was clearly written in Zora's handwriting. It said, "I'll miss you guys."
"What are you doing here?" Bakura turned around to see Zora standing in the doorway of the living room. She was holding folded laundry. "I was walking around the neighborhood and I saw your house," he said, "and I got a little curious." She walked over to him and looked at the picture. Bakura stepped back.
"They died in pileup on their way to work, my parents," she said. Bakura tilted his head a little. "What's a pileup?" he asked. Zora looked up at him with tears in her eyes, she looked like she tried to hold them in. "A pileup is a massive car accident."
'Oh please don't cry,' he thought. But she did. Zora sat at a chair nearby and let the tears come out. Bakura stood there. He had never handle a depressed situation. So Bakura kneeled down on the in front of her and put his arms around Zora.
"I lost my parents too," Bakura whispered, "in a massacre." Zora look up, "Really?"
"Yes..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
TR: I hope you like it ~^^~ It was sad, but I swear it get better. R&R
TR: Oh! I almost forgot to mention. When Ryou and Bakura are in mind link Ryou: / Bakura: // I hope that's ok...as my friends say On wit da fic...^^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 7 ~*Do wishes count at all? *~
Bakura's P.O.V
Bakura was in his room, sitting on his bed. He had just heard Ryou close the front door of the apartment. 'Was that mortal girl right?' he asked himself, 'that beating someone was not right, not a way to toughing him up?' Bakura lay back on his bed and thought about his past, the way he was raised. His mother was gone, but his father was there. His father always beat him to learn something, not to make a mistake, ever. That's all he ever knew about teaching someone, especially Ryou
He grew up being the king of all thieves and with a thought of revenge. When his whole village was killed off he was the only one to survive because he had ran away from home to get away from his fathers' beatings. Bakura had remembered he had change his mind about running away and went back to see everyone gone.
The Pharaohs death was all that was on his when he returned to the kingdom. But now he was just a spirit in a millennium item. Bakura got off his bed and unlocked his door. He walked down the hallway and out of the house. It was a cloudy day with a warm breeze, though Bakura didn't care much for it.
He walked down the street toward the park where he knew Ryou would be there. He didn't know why he was heading down there just felt he had to. Bakura followed the brick wall that surrounded the park to its entrance. He could see over wall, so he kept an outlook for Ryou.
Soon Bakura saw white hair over the wall. Ryou was sitting on a concrete bench with huge bushes on each. Ryou had his back on the wall and legs gathered up in his arms, with his chin on his knees. He watched Ryou as he leaned over the wall, careful to not let Ryou know he was looking over him.
Ryou was just staring down at his shoes, his eyes moving side to side. Bakura didn't dare to think while he was around Ryou, they had a mind-link, but he was hearing thoughts coming from his hikari. /...Why does he do that? I always wondered if Bakura could ever change, but even after he beat me senseless last night, I don't know what Zora had said to him, but, he's still as cold as ever.../
Bakura closed his eyes in frustration. He remembered everything that had happened after Ryou had passed out. The mortal girl screamed at him for everything he had done to Ryou...and him being his hikari's brother!
He smirked at the idea, almost laughing at it and looked down at Ryou. He was still there, sitting, he wasn't thinking of anything, just stared out into spaced. Bakura looked in the direction Ryou was looking. He was looking at the playground area. Kids were running around, playing. Their parents were sitting at the park benches.
Bakura shoved the image out of his mind and took one last look at Ryou and left. He walked down to the four way stop. From there he crossed the street and down the road that led down a tree-shadowed neighborhood. As he passed the houses, something caught Bakura's eyes. A particular house, it was white with gray paneling. His curiosity was strong about taking a look.
There was someone familiar. It was Zora! She was cleaning the table in her living room. Bakura looked in the driveway. He didn't see any of those metal machines (Cars) Ryou told him about once. When he saw that Zora left to do something else, he climbed through the window. Bakura walked through the living room, looking around the corner to see if Zora was returning.
When he saw that she was not returning, he walked to the next room. It turned out to be the bathroom. 'Go figure.' He thought. The house almost similar to Ryou's but different in design. Instead, there was a bedroom at the front of the house and two more in the back. He guessed there was an attic, because of a door on the ceiling.
'Why doesn't Ryou have one of those' he thought as her walked on. He walked back into the living room. Looking around he found a photograph framed. It had Zora in it along with two other people. 'Her parents?' he thought as he turned it around and found a note to it. It was clearly written in Zora's handwriting. It said, "I'll miss you guys."
"What are you doing here?" Bakura turned around to see Zora standing in the doorway of the living room. She was holding folded laundry. "I was walking around the neighborhood and I saw your house," he said, "and I got a little curious." She walked over to him and looked at the picture. Bakura stepped back.
"They died in pileup on their way to work, my parents," she said. Bakura tilted his head a little. "What's a pileup?" he asked. Zora looked up at him with tears in her eyes, she looked like she tried to hold them in. "A pileup is a massive car accident."
'Oh please don't cry,' he thought. But she did. Zora sat at a chair nearby and let the tears come out. Bakura stood there. He had never handle a depressed situation. So Bakura kneeled down on the in front of her and put his arms around Zora.
"I lost my parents too," Bakura whispered, "in a massacre." Zora look up, "Really?"
"Yes..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
TR: I hope you like it ~^^~ It was sad, but I swear it get better. R&R