I'm so late with this chapter! I had major writer's block on it. Oh well... at least I got it done.
AyukaRyou: Thank you for your review! I've skimmed through some of your story and it looks really good. I'll take a look at it sometime.
Sakura: Hehehe... Bakura IS nasty... I'm going to make him stay that way throughout the story.
Mikari-Star: Interesting indeed...
Bakura- Oww... –rubs head-
---Meeting Yugi Moto---
Summer school... what a bore. Of course, skipping Grade 9 without learning anything that you're supposed to learn in that grade is a pretty bad thing too. And dad says I have to learn as much as I can.
I don't know why I wanted to skip Grade 9. I just felt like it was right for me to. At least I didn't have to wear my school uniform in summer school. Or maybe wearing my school uniform was a good thing, because maybe I wouldn't have gotten much attention from the other students.
They kept asking me if I was hot... and I was. I was wearing a wool sweater a hot summer day. Not like I had a choice, because Bakura kept making cuts in my arms and I had to hide them from everyone, or else they would start asking questions and think I'm suicidal.
But I'm not.
And you're never going to be... aren't you Amane?
That voice. I hate that voice...
Why? Because I might hurt you again?
My anger was rising with each passing moment. I just wanted to hit him...
But you can't Amane. Because you're too weak.
Tears prickled in the back of my eyes as I tried to ignore him and concentrate on my work instead. But I can't. He just keeps talking; saying that I'm weak and that I'm just a tool for his plan.
'What plan?' I mentally spoke at him. He instantly became quiet, not answering even when I sent him the question again. I sent it again one more time.
Shut up girl. Or you'll find yourself with several more cuts... and not just the arms.
It was me that time that went quiet. I spent the rest of class just working on my work and finally I came back home.
-o-
I sighed for relief as I enter my house, pulling my sweater off my body and throwing it on the couch. My body collapsed on the couch after the sweater, and I laid there, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. The air conditioner breathed on my face and played with my hair and I closed my eyes.
I heard footsteps, and I opened my eyes, gazing down on a pair of sneakers. I paled when I looked up, staring right into the face of Bakura.
"Well well well..." He started, a grin forming on his face. "What do we have here?"
I quickly shot up and tried dashing upstairs, but he grabbed my arm and threw me on the couch. He hovered over me and I felt cold metal against my arm. He dragged the knife down, and pain seared from the wound.
I screamed.
-o-
The rest of the summer goes by... the same scene happening at least once each day. I entered my first class, paler than I usually am because Bakura wouldn't allow me to go outside. My pink school uniform hid the cuts on my arms made by him. My skirt didn't.
"Where'd you get all those cuts?" I looked up and stared into the face of a young boy, who was barely four feet tall and was smiling, his eyes shining with curiosity.
"Oh um... I got them from my brother." I replied, managing to summon a fake smile.
"Oh I see." He said and then we fell into an uncomfortable silence.
"So..." He started, obviously trying to get a conversation started, "I didn't see you last year... are you new here?" I shook my head.
"I came here in January. I skipped Grade 9." I quickly explained, and I saw his eyes light up with amazement.
"Oh wow. You must be really smart then." He exclaimed. "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name's Yugi Moto."
I smiled.
"My name's Amane Bakura."
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Wee! The plot is getting somewhere now. Review please!
AyukaRyou: Thank you for your review! I've skimmed through some of your story and it looks really good. I'll take a look at it sometime.
Sakura: Hehehe... Bakura IS nasty... I'm going to make him stay that way throughout the story.
Mikari-Star: Interesting indeed...
Bakura- Oww... –rubs head-
---Meeting Yugi Moto---
Summer school... what a bore. Of course, skipping Grade 9 without learning anything that you're supposed to learn in that grade is a pretty bad thing too. And dad says I have to learn as much as I can.
I don't know why I wanted to skip Grade 9. I just felt like it was right for me to. At least I didn't have to wear my school uniform in summer school. Or maybe wearing my school uniform was a good thing, because maybe I wouldn't have gotten much attention from the other students.
They kept asking me if I was hot... and I was. I was wearing a wool sweater a hot summer day. Not like I had a choice, because Bakura kept making cuts in my arms and I had to hide them from everyone, or else they would start asking questions and think I'm suicidal.
But I'm not.
And you're never going to be... aren't you Amane?
That voice. I hate that voice...
Why? Because I might hurt you again?
My anger was rising with each passing moment. I just wanted to hit him...
But you can't Amane. Because you're too weak.
Tears prickled in the back of my eyes as I tried to ignore him and concentrate on my work instead. But I can't. He just keeps talking; saying that I'm weak and that I'm just a tool for his plan.
'What plan?' I mentally spoke at him. He instantly became quiet, not answering even when I sent him the question again. I sent it again one more time.
Shut up girl. Or you'll find yourself with several more cuts... and not just the arms.
It was me that time that went quiet. I spent the rest of class just working on my work and finally I came back home.
-o-
I sighed for relief as I enter my house, pulling my sweater off my body and throwing it on the couch. My body collapsed on the couch after the sweater, and I laid there, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. The air conditioner breathed on my face and played with my hair and I closed my eyes.
I heard footsteps, and I opened my eyes, gazing down on a pair of sneakers. I paled when I looked up, staring right into the face of Bakura.
"Well well well..." He started, a grin forming on his face. "What do we have here?"
I quickly shot up and tried dashing upstairs, but he grabbed my arm and threw me on the couch. He hovered over me and I felt cold metal against my arm. He dragged the knife down, and pain seared from the wound.
I screamed.
-o-
The rest of the summer goes by... the same scene happening at least once each day. I entered my first class, paler than I usually am because Bakura wouldn't allow me to go outside. My pink school uniform hid the cuts on my arms made by him. My skirt didn't.
"Where'd you get all those cuts?" I looked up and stared into the face of a young boy, who was barely four feet tall and was smiling, his eyes shining with curiosity.
"Oh um... I got them from my brother." I replied, managing to summon a fake smile.
"Oh I see." He said and then we fell into an uncomfortable silence.
"So..." He started, obviously trying to get a conversation started, "I didn't see you last year... are you new here?" I shook my head.
"I came here in January. I skipped Grade 9." I quickly explained, and I saw his eyes light up with amazement.
"Oh wow. You must be really smart then." He exclaimed. "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name's Yugi Moto."
I smiled.
"My name's Amane Bakura."
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Wee! The plot is getting somewhere now. Review please!