Here is chapter 3 of 'Just Call Me Angel.' I've also noticed I haven't
done a disclaimer yet. I don't own Yugioh except for my manga,videos and
action figures. Those with weak stomach, young children, or strong-hearted
Ryou fans, you might not want to read this chapter.Also, for those that
Mars, you might reconginize the quote Ryou says. Lots of blood shed. Malik
may be a little OOC here, but I like my Malik-kun in this story
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No one can make you feel inferior unless you let them. A famous woman said that and that saying holds a lot of truth. You only feel inferior when you want to feel inferior and not let anyone else tell you otherwise.
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I stared into Ryou's chocolate brown eyes for the longest time, seeming like an enernity of blissful joy and contentment. It was hard for me to look away from those deep depths of serenity & peace. How could I have found this white-haired angel of perfection in this lifetime? I'm not sure how, but I believe that someone upstairs must have taken a liking to me to let me have this gorgeous treasure. He looks at me questioningly, wondering why I gaze at such him in such a way? I thought it would be obvious. Though, he looks at me, searching my eyes, searching for something. What he's seaching for, I'm not sure. I've nothing to hide, no deep secrets, no regrets, nothing. I try to search his eyes, but something is being hidden. A deep, dark past; but it's too hidden for me to decifer clearly. The white haired boy blinked, forcing me to stop searching and to gaze at his eyelids for a split second. They opened again, this time with stronger forces to guard the windows to his soul. Something must happened to him long ago to guard his eyes so strongly. But what? Ryou sighed and looked away, further shielding his defences. He then gracefully walked away, me walking his shadow, to the kitchen.
Ryou and I went into the kitchen to see Malik preparing breakfast. If it wasn't for Marik's gravity defying hair, you would swear they looked like twins or really close family members, even though they are not related at all. Like Marik, Malik had sand-golden blonde hair, violet gem eyes, & dark olive skin. The main difference was the hair styles; Malik's being similar to Ryou, but a bit of a spike to it. You see, Malik is a bit more tempermental than Ryou and a definate fighting spirit. He was wearing his usual long, silk shirt that most egyptians wear, white pants, golden triangular earrings and had Marik hanging over his shoulder. Sometimes, I wonder if Malik's shoulders have bruises on them from Marik leaning on them so much. I'll have to check sometimes to see any signs of soreness on the egyptian boy's shoulders.
"Ahem!" I said loudly, making Marik pout softly.
"Sorry to ruin your fun, but some of us don't want to loose our lunch before breakfast," I said, inwardly smirking.
"Your no fun Bakura," Marik said, " I thought you'd want some time with Ryou so I left and now you ruin my fun?"
"Yep," I said simply.
Marik then scowled at me, but I could care less. He can be quite enteraining when he wants to be. Malik had decided not be rude and introduced himself properly to his new found, whited- haired companion.
"It it nice to meet you Ryou," Malik said shyly, "my name is Malik."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Ryou replied politely, bowing.
"You really don't have to bow," Malik said, blushing, "do you think you can give me a hand? Marik seems to think that 'giving a hand' means more than just helping. "
This time, it was Ryou's turn to blush a soft pink on his cheeks, making him look kind of cute. Wait.......did I just think that Ryou was cute? I must be loosing it.
"What do you want me to do Malik?" Ryou asked.
"Just hand me those eggs," Malik said, pointing to the said destination.
Ryou did as told and handed the eggs to Malik and watched in amazement as he lifted them into the air with some sort of magic spell.
"You can do magic?" Ryou asked in amazement.
Malik smiled and continued his task.
"Yes I can. I can do big magic and smalls spells. Small spells is something like this, cooking, cleaning, injuries, rashes and other things like that," Malik said.
"But what's the big magic?" Ryou asked.
"Well, I usually don't like doing big magic often because no one knows what could happen. I could cause a chain of events that could endanger millions. One I really don't like using is the Shadow magic," Malik said.
"Shadow Games?" Ryou asked, "the games where they are played in a realm of shadows and dark magic."
"Yes," Malik said, "how did you know what they were?"
"Oh," Ryou said, as if he was just off in his own world, "I used to work at the palace when the Pharaoh reigned a few years ago."
"It was a sad thing when the Pharaoh died," Malik sighed, "he was a just ruler."
"Yes......he was..." Ryou said, looking downward.
"Hm? Something wrong?" Marik said, speaking for the first time.
"..................No," Ryou said, after heistating.
Ryou seems rather distant. But I just met him last night, so maybe it's how he always acts. But something keeps nagging at the back of my mind that something was wrong with the white haired boy. It was then I began to think. He was inside the pyramid when Marik I found him, but why was he inside there? Did something happen to put him inside there? What was Ryou trying to hide? Did it have anything to do with the past pharaoh? And if it does, where does that leave me?
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"Ryou?" Yugi asked.
"Yes, that was his name," I said, looking downward. Too hard a memory to suppress............ or to forget. To see my father's mutilated body before my very eyes was hard for me to swallow then and still have it's bitter after-taste now.
"I know Ryou!" Yugi said, suprising me.
"You do? How?" I asked curious overcoming my bitter rememberance.
"Well...I uh.....um..." Yugi stuttered.
"How do you know Ryou, Yugi?" I repeated, clearly and pronouced.
"We.......we were....um.....lovers...........once............Then we went our separate ways later on. Are you angry with me Yami-sama?" Yugi said, blushing and hesitating to see my reaction
"No, I'm not angry with you. Not at all. I'm just a little surprised. Is there anything you can tell me about Ryou's character and personality?" I asked, wanting to know more of the white-haired boy.
"Well, he was really shy and subtle. Though he was easily picked on because of his extreme likeness of a girl and gentle demeanor, he had a strong heart and a good soul," Yugi said, proud of his former lover.
"Has anything ever happened to upset him greatly, as to say, hurting someone?" I said, thinking that may have had something to do with my father's death.
"Not really. Nothing could upset him unless you mentioned his sister, Amane," Yugi said, sighing.
"He has a sister?" I said, totally surprised at this new information.
Yugi looked down sadly, as if something greatly upset him.
"Had a sister. It's really sad to think about."
"What happened?" I asked, eager to hear the tale, but not letting my excitment be shown.
"If you didn't know them, you could tell Ryou and Amane were really close.Amane was an eight years of age, and was already a spitting image of their mother. Like Ryou, she had silky dove white hair and cream like skin. But her eyes were a light, child-like blue, full of life and energy like most children her age. It was easy to get attached to her and quite easy for her to win even the coldest of hearts. After their parents had died of disease, Ryou looked after his sister as well as he could. And Amane would do the same for Ryou," said Yugi, smiling brightly at the memory.
"Anyway, Ryou Amane and myself had bought them both a treat and while our backs was turned, some guy kidnapped the eight year old girl. She screamed for her brother. We ran after the attacker as fast as we could, but Ryou was faster and got there first. He caught up, but the sight was too much to bear for Ryou or anyone for that matter."
Yugi then paused, trying to suppress his tears. He dried his eyes and continued.
"There was the attacker, standing over a small person's body, with a dagger in his hand stained with blood. Then Ryou noticed a horrific gash on the neck of the victim. What really horrified me was that the victim had white hair like my lover. Ryou was furious and crying at the same time. I had just gotten there, fearing for the little girl. I had really liked her and she was practically a little sister to me as well as to Ryou. I was horrified by the sight that met my eyes."
"Ryou had somehow grabbed the offending knife from the attacker and struck him so many times, you couldn't even tell the guy was human anymore. I looked away as Ryou went insane over his sister's death, frowning at the frightened man screams of pain and anguish."
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"What made you think you take an innocent life!?" Ryou screamed, hot tears streaming down his heated cheeks like rivers of pain.
The attacker didn't respond, still staring at the white-haired beauty infront of him. If anyone should be taken, it would be him. The murderer took out his stained dagger, raising it high into the air, the sunlight reflecting crimson off the piece of metal. I had just been captured, feeling the cold steel against my forehead then against my unprotected neck. The body of Amane lay still on it's place on the rotten, sandy terrian of the land of Egypt. Death reeked it's horrible smell strongly in this place, making no one want to feel welcome.
"Your pretty," The man said to me, holding the offending weapon closer to my body,"maybe I'll spare you for my own 'personal needs.' "
Ryou had had enough and grabbed the crimson stained blade and held against the offender's neck, making him release me from his iron grip. Ryou then pushed him into a corner, nicking the man in the neck, causing red liquid to drip from the small wound. When I saw Ryou's face, it was totally blank, void of any emotion except anger.
"It's sad, your blood is the same color as mine......." Ryou said calmly, "that really........."
Ryou then raised the weapon, bringing it down in a clean sweep, making it's target precisely.
"Pisses me off!!!" Ryou yelled, striking again repeatedly.
I had looked away then, trying to drown out the screams of murder and anguish. I had never heard Ryou speak in such a way, cursing and toying with his opponent, striking his marks precisely and the victim feeling the rage of the boy with white hair and brown eyes. ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+ ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~
"By the time Ryou had come back reality, he covered head to toe with blood. Though no one could tell if it was the attackers or Ryou's."
I remained silent, trying to let everything settle in. Ryou had murdered before?
"Most thought he had gone crazy after the startling news of Amane's death. Others thought he was getting revenge, but no one could decifier his true motives that day. Sometimes, I wonder myself, but too afraid to ask. That's about as much as I know Yami-sama," Yugi said, ending his tale.
Like Yugi, I soon began to wonder myself. Had Ryou gone crazy when someone mentioned his sister and murdered my father? Or is something else bigger being played of this web of mystery. And most of all.....whose the spider that created this web?
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No one can make you feel inferior unless you let them. A famous woman said that and that saying holds a lot of truth. You only feel inferior when you want to feel inferior and not let anyone else tell you otherwise.
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I stared into Ryou's chocolate brown eyes for the longest time, seeming like an enernity of blissful joy and contentment. It was hard for me to look away from those deep depths of serenity & peace. How could I have found this white-haired angel of perfection in this lifetime? I'm not sure how, but I believe that someone upstairs must have taken a liking to me to let me have this gorgeous treasure. He looks at me questioningly, wondering why I gaze at such him in such a way? I thought it would be obvious. Though, he looks at me, searching my eyes, searching for something. What he's seaching for, I'm not sure. I've nothing to hide, no deep secrets, no regrets, nothing. I try to search his eyes, but something is being hidden. A deep, dark past; but it's too hidden for me to decifer clearly. The white haired boy blinked, forcing me to stop searching and to gaze at his eyelids for a split second. They opened again, this time with stronger forces to guard the windows to his soul. Something must happened to him long ago to guard his eyes so strongly. But what? Ryou sighed and looked away, further shielding his defences. He then gracefully walked away, me walking his shadow, to the kitchen.
Ryou and I went into the kitchen to see Malik preparing breakfast. If it wasn't for Marik's gravity defying hair, you would swear they looked like twins or really close family members, even though they are not related at all. Like Marik, Malik had sand-golden blonde hair, violet gem eyes, & dark olive skin. The main difference was the hair styles; Malik's being similar to Ryou, but a bit of a spike to it. You see, Malik is a bit more tempermental than Ryou and a definate fighting spirit. He was wearing his usual long, silk shirt that most egyptians wear, white pants, golden triangular earrings and had Marik hanging over his shoulder. Sometimes, I wonder if Malik's shoulders have bruises on them from Marik leaning on them so much. I'll have to check sometimes to see any signs of soreness on the egyptian boy's shoulders.
"Ahem!" I said loudly, making Marik pout softly.
"Sorry to ruin your fun, but some of us don't want to loose our lunch before breakfast," I said, inwardly smirking.
"Your no fun Bakura," Marik said, " I thought you'd want some time with Ryou so I left and now you ruin my fun?"
"Yep," I said simply.
Marik then scowled at me, but I could care less. He can be quite enteraining when he wants to be. Malik had decided not be rude and introduced himself properly to his new found, whited- haired companion.
"It it nice to meet you Ryou," Malik said shyly, "my name is Malik."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Ryou replied politely, bowing.
"You really don't have to bow," Malik said, blushing, "do you think you can give me a hand? Marik seems to think that 'giving a hand' means more than just helping. "
This time, it was Ryou's turn to blush a soft pink on his cheeks, making him look kind of cute. Wait.......did I just think that Ryou was cute? I must be loosing it.
"What do you want me to do Malik?" Ryou asked.
"Just hand me those eggs," Malik said, pointing to the said destination.
Ryou did as told and handed the eggs to Malik and watched in amazement as he lifted them into the air with some sort of magic spell.
"You can do magic?" Ryou asked in amazement.
Malik smiled and continued his task.
"Yes I can. I can do big magic and smalls spells. Small spells is something like this, cooking, cleaning, injuries, rashes and other things like that," Malik said.
"But what's the big magic?" Ryou asked.
"Well, I usually don't like doing big magic often because no one knows what could happen. I could cause a chain of events that could endanger millions. One I really don't like using is the Shadow magic," Malik said.
"Shadow Games?" Ryou asked, "the games where they are played in a realm of shadows and dark magic."
"Yes," Malik said, "how did you know what they were?"
"Oh," Ryou said, as if he was just off in his own world, "I used to work at the palace when the Pharaoh reigned a few years ago."
"It was a sad thing when the Pharaoh died," Malik sighed, "he was a just ruler."
"Yes......he was..." Ryou said, looking downward.
"Hm? Something wrong?" Marik said, speaking for the first time.
"..................No," Ryou said, after heistating.
Ryou seems rather distant. But I just met him last night, so maybe it's how he always acts. But something keeps nagging at the back of my mind that something was wrong with the white haired boy. It was then I began to think. He was inside the pyramid when Marik I found him, but why was he inside there? Did something happen to put him inside there? What was Ryou trying to hide? Did it have anything to do with the past pharaoh? And if it does, where does that leave me?
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"Ryou?" Yugi asked.
"Yes, that was his name," I said, looking downward. Too hard a memory to suppress............ or to forget. To see my father's mutilated body before my very eyes was hard for me to swallow then and still have it's bitter after-taste now.
"I know Ryou!" Yugi said, suprising me.
"You do? How?" I asked curious overcoming my bitter rememberance.
"Well...I uh.....um..." Yugi stuttered.
"How do you know Ryou, Yugi?" I repeated, clearly and pronouced.
"We.......we were....um.....lovers...........once............Then we went our separate ways later on. Are you angry with me Yami-sama?" Yugi said, blushing and hesitating to see my reaction
"No, I'm not angry with you. Not at all. I'm just a little surprised. Is there anything you can tell me about Ryou's character and personality?" I asked, wanting to know more of the white-haired boy.
"Well, he was really shy and subtle. Though he was easily picked on because of his extreme likeness of a girl and gentle demeanor, he had a strong heart and a good soul," Yugi said, proud of his former lover.
"Has anything ever happened to upset him greatly, as to say, hurting someone?" I said, thinking that may have had something to do with my father's death.
"Not really. Nothing could upset him unless you mentioned his sister, Amane," Yugi said, sighing.
"He has a sister?" I said, totally surprised at this new information.
Yugi looked down sadly, as if something greatly upset him.
"Had a sister. It's really sad to think about."
"What happened?" I asked, eager to hear the tale, but not letting my excitment be shown.
"If you didn't know them, you could tell Ryou and Amane were really close.Amane was an eight years of age, and was already a spitting image of their mother. Like Ryou, she had silky dove white hair and cream like skin. But her eyes were a light, child-like blue, full of life and energy like most children her age. It was easy to get attached to her and quite easy for her to win even the coldest of hearts. After their parents had died of disease, Ryou looked after his sister as well as he could. And Amane would do the same for Ryou," said Yugi, smiling brightly at the memory.
"Anyway, Ryou Amane and myself had bought them both a treat and while our backs was turned, some guy kidnapped the eight year old girl. She screamed for her brother. We ran after the attacker as fast as we could, but Ryou was faster and got there first. He caught up, but the sight was too much to bear for Ryou or anyone for that matter."
Yugi then paused, trying to suppress his tears. He dried his eyes and continued.
"There was the attacker, standing over a small person's body, with a dagger in his hand stained with blood. Then Ryou noticed a horrific gash on the neck of the victim. What really horrified me was that the victim had white hair like my lover. Ryou was furious and crying at the same time. I had just gotten there, fearing for the little girl. I had really liked her and she was practically a little sister to me as well as to Ryou. I was horrified by the sight that met my eyes."
"Ryou had somehow grabbed the offending knife from the attacker and struck him so many times, you couldn't even tell the guy was human anymore. I looked away as Ryou went insane over his sister's death, frowning at the frightened man screams of pain and anguish."
~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~++~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ +~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ "Hey man!? What are you doing?" the man said, backing into a corner.
"What made you think you take an innocent life!?" Ryou screamed, hot tears streaming down his heated cheeks like rivers of pain.
The attacker didn't respond, still staring at the white-haired beauty infront of him. If anyone should be taken, it would be him. The murderer took out his stained dagger, raising it high into the air, the sunlight reflecting crimson off the piece of metal. I had just been captured, feeling the cold steel against my forehead then against my unprotected neck. The body of Amane lay still on it's place on the rotten, sandy terrian of the land of Egypt. Death reeked it's horrible smell strongly in this place, making no one want to feel welcome.
"Your pretty," The man said to me, holding the offending weapon closer to my body,"maybe I'll spare you for my own 'personal needs.' "
Ryou had had enough and grabbed the crimson stained blade and held against the offender's neck, making him release me from his iron grip. Ryou then pushed him into a corner, nicking the man in the neck, causing red liquid to drip from the small wound. When I saw Ryou's face, it was totally blank, void of any emotion except anger.
"It's sad, your blood is the same color as mine......." Ryou said calmly, "that really........."
Ryou then raised the weapon, bringing it down in a clean sweep, making it's target precisely.
"Pisses me off!!!" Ryou yelled, striking again repeatedly.
I had looked away then, trying to drown out the screams of murder and anguish. I had never heard Ryou speak in such a way, cursing and toying with his opponent, striking his marks precisely and the victim feeling the rage of the boy with white hair and brown eyes. ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+ ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~
"By the time Ryou had come back reality, he covered head to toe with blood. Though no one could tell if it was the attackers or Ryou's."
I remained silent, trying to let everything settle in. Ryou had murdered before?
"Most thought he had gone crazy after the startling news of Amane's death. Others thought he was getting revenge, but no one could decifier his true motives that day. Sometimes, I wonder myself, but too afraid to ask. That's about as much as I know Yami-sama," Yugi said, ending his tale.
Like Yugi, I soon began to wonder myself. Had Ryou gone crazy when someone mentioned his sister and murdered my father? Or is something else bigger being played of this web of mystery. And most of all.....whose the spider that created this web?