Okay, a very very very very very very very short chapter today. But I'm
sick, I got a headache, and I can't see the screen very well, this took me
about three hours to write because of it.
And I'm about to pass out,
So hope you like this!
Kind-of odd now that I read it over, but then again, I'm not really in my right mind right now.
Enjoy!
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'~ Ryou's expressions~'
(Don't ask, just keep it in mind)
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Ryou blinked in the bright sunlight that shown through the large window to his right. He moaned, squinting in the brightness, and rolled over so the sun wasn't shining on him. His head hurt really bad, and he had a bad taste in his mouth and deep in his throat. A taste he knew all too well, the taste of blood. His head ached, but it also felt, full. Like it had been partly empty or something, and the space had been filled. A thought then accrued to him, he did have something missing in his mind before, Bakura! But did that mean-
"He's awake!" Came a shout from out side his door. Ryou completely opened his eyes, to see a few faces, and it took him a few minutes to match their names to those faces.
"How do you feel?" Harry asked. That's right, Harry is his cousin. Ryou tried to respond, but felt like something was clogging his throat.
"Harry! The healers said he shouldn't try to talk yet," Hermionie said quickly, making Ryou's head ache because she said it so loud.
"And the healers also said not to talk loud, Hermionie!" Ron snapped, but quieter than Hermionie had been. Ryou sat up in his hospital bed, looked around the room, and stared at everyone with a look that plainly said '~Where am I?~'
"The Wizard Hospital here in London, you had to have Hurmical Phasing on your throat," Ryou gave Hermionie another look similar to the one before. "It's like surgery, except they don't cut you open."
"You know," Fred said. "Your expressions are really easy to read."
'~Um . . . Thanks?~'
"Ignore him," Hermionie said, casting a glare Fred's way.
"No, he's right," George added. "Have you, like, lost your voice or something like this before."
Ryou held up one finger, while looking towards the ceiling like he was thinking about it, then shaking his head, and holding up a second finger.
"Twice?" Ron exclaimed.
"Is it a disease or something?" Hermionie asked. Ryou shook his head frantically. "How then, and the healers said they saw scars and large bruises on your chest, stomach, and back."
"And you said you broke your wrist before, how are you getting all of these injuries?" Harry added. Ryou was stunned. The healers, who are like doctors, must have had to take of his shirt to do the 'phasing' so they saw the scars and bruises left behind by Bakura. Some of the bruises were from bullies at school, so he could tell them half of the truth. But, he wasn't 'that much' of a wimp! He couldn't let them think so. Wait, he probably was, but that wasn't the point at the moment.
"Give him a piece of parchment and a quill so he doesn't have to act it out or anything," Harry said. Ryou gave Harry a very thankful look, he wasn't about to act out a bully beating the shit out of him. Ryou dipped the quill in ink and wrote in perfect hand-writing (with his left hand):
Do I really have to tell you?
"Yes! Of course you do, you have had too many injuries to let this pass," Hermionie stated.
Ryou shot a pleading look her way.
"Is it really 'that' embarrassing?" Harry asked. Ryou rolled his eyes as if to say, '~You have no idea~'
"Go on, we won't laugh."
I know that.
"Then tell- uh, write it down!" Ron said. With a shaking hand, and his eye downcast, Ryou wrote one word, and pushed the piece of paper towards the group, it read:
Bullies
"Okay everyone," said a tall, dark haired wizard, who must have been a healer. "I need to give Mr. Bakura some treatment so he can actually speak again."
"Everyone out," said Mrs. Weasley, who had just poked her head through the door. The teens filed out, leaving Ryou with the healer.
**********Just outside Ryou's room*************
"I think he's lying," Hermionie said.
"Hermionie, the poor guy didn't want to tell us for a reason," Ron said. "So his old school was a mean one, apparently he can't defend himself very well."
"So he gets the crap beat out of him," George added.
"GEORGE!" Hermionie scolded.
"It's okay, Hermionie, he's right," said a soft, yet cheerful(?), voice behind them. "I can't defend myself to save my life, and in Japan that actually means something," Ryou said with a smile.
"How can you be so cheerful about it?"
"Well, it's true," Ryou said, a confused look on his face, as if Hermionie was making a bigger deal out of this than it really was.
"Well, we should probably get home," Ron said, trying to break off the conversation. "Mum already went home with Ginny and Bill, she left us some floo powder though."
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'Idiot.
I'm free Ryou,
thanks to those creatures,
and when the time comes,
You'll know.
I'll get you when you're alone.
And no one will help you
Not your family
Not your friends
And not that blasted pharaoh either.
I'll get you for what you did to me
And you will pay dearly.'
A hard, cold, cruel, and evil laugh echoed through out the soul room of the Ancient Egyptian Spirit. The Tomb Robber fingered his prized dagger, anticipating the day when it would be covered with his hikari's blood.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
OH SHIT! Bakura's back! Yes, that was why Ryou had such a . . . reaction to the dementors. (I think I've finally figured out that I love tormenting Ryou almost as much as I love Ryou himself! ^^)
Yes, I have a very twisted mind . . .
Well, review people! Sorry for the shortness!
And I'm about to pass out,
So hope you like this!
Kind-of odd now that I read it over, but then again, I'm not really in my right mind right now.
Enjoy!
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'~ Ryou's expressions~'
(Don't ask, just keep it in mind)
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Ryou blinked in the bright sunlight that shown through the large window to his right. He moaned, squinting in the brightness, and rolled over so the sun wasn't shining on him. His head hurt really bad, and he had a bad taste in his mouth and deep in his throat. A taste he knew all too well, the taste of blood. His head ached, but it also felt, full. Like it had been partly empty or something, and the space had been filled. A thought then accrued to him, he did have something missing in his mind before, Bakura! But did that mean-
"He's awake!" Came a shout from out side his door. Ryou completely opened his eyes, to see a few faces, and it took him a few minutes to match their names to those faces.
"How do you feel?" Harry asked. That's right, Harry is his cousin. Ryou tried to respond, but felt like something was clogging his throat.
"Harry! The healers said he shouldn't try to talk yet," Hermionie said quickly, making Ryou's head ache because she said it so loud.
"And the healers also said not to talk loud, Hermionie!" Ron snapped, but quieter than Hermionie had been. Ryou sat up in his hospital bed, looked around the room, and stared at everyone with a look that plainly said '~Where am I?~'
"The Wizard Hospital here in London, you had to have Hurmical Phasing on your throat," Ryou gave Hermionie another look similar to the one before. "It's like surgery, except they don't cut you open."
"You know," Fred said. "Your expressions are really easy to read."
'~Um . . . Thanks?~'
"Ignore him," Hermionie said, casting a glare Fred's way.
"No, he's right," George added. "Have you, like, lost your voice or something like this before."
Ryou held up one finger, while looking towards the ceiling like he was thinking about it, then shaking his head, and holding up a second finger.
"Twice?" Ron exclaimed.
"Is it a disease or something?" Hermionie asked. Ryou shook his head frantically. "How then, and the healers said they saw scars and large bruises on your chest, stomach, and back."
"And you said you broke your wrist before, how are you getting all of these injuries?" Harry added. Ryou was stunned. The healers, who are like doctors, must have had to take of his shirt to do the 'phasing' so they saw the scars and bruises left behind by Bakura. Some of the bruises were from bullies at school, so he could tell them half of the truth. But, he wasn't 'that much' of a wimp! He couldn't let them think so. Wait, he probably was, but that wasn't the point at the moment.
"Give him a piece of parchment and a quill so he doesn't have to act it out or anything," Harry said. Ryou gave Harry a very thankful look, he wasn't about to act out a bully beating the shit out of him. Ryou dipped the quill in ink and wrote in perfect hand-writing (with his left hand):
Do I really have to tell you?
"Yes! Of course you do, you have had too many injuries to let this pass," Hermionie stated.
Ryou shot a pleading look her way.
"Is it really 'that' embarrassing?" Harry asked. Ryou rolled his eyes as if to say, '~You have no idea~'
"Go on, we won't laugh."
I know that.
"Then tell- uh, write it down!" Ron said. With a shaking hand, and his eye downcast, Ryou wrote one word, and pushed the piece of paper towards the group, it read:
Bullies
"Okay everyone," said a tall, dark haired wizard, who must have been a healer. "I need to give Mr. Bakura some treatment so he can actually speak again."
"Everyone out," said Mrs. Weasley, who had just poked her head through the door. The teens filed out, leaving Ryou with the healer.
**********Just outside Ryou's room*************
"I think he's lying," Hermionie said.
"Hermionie, the poor guy didn't want to tell us for a reason," Ron said. "So his old school was a mean one, apparently he can't defend himself very well."
"So he gets the crap beat out of him," George added.
"GEORGE!" Hermionie scolded.
"It's okay, Hermionie, he's right," said a soft, yet cheerful(?), voice behind them. "I can't defend myself to save my life, and in Japan that actually means something," Ryou said with a smile.
"How can you be so cheerful about it?"
"Well, it's true," Ryou said, a confused look on his face, as if Hermionie was making a bigger deal out of this than it really was.
"Well, we should probably get home," Ron said, trying to break off the conversation. "Mum already went home with Ginny and Bill, she left us some floo powder though."
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'Idiot.
I'm free Ryou,
thanks to those creatures,
and when the time comes,
You'll know.
I'll get you when you're alone.
And no one will help you
Not your family
Not your friends
And not that blasted pharaoh either.
I'll get you for what you did to me
And you will pay dearly.'
A hard, cold, cruel, and evil laugh echoed through out the soul room of the Ancient Egyptian Spirit. The Tomb Robber fingered his prized dagger, anticipating the day when it would be covered with his hikari's blood.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
OH SHIT! Bakura's back! Yes, that was why Ryou had such a . . . reaction to the dementors. (I think I've finally figured out that I love tormenting Ryou almost as much as I love Ryou himself! ^^)
Yes, I have a very twisted mind . . .
Well, review people! Sorry for the shortness!