Authoress babbles: (yawn) hi...
Bakura: What's up with you? You look like you've been hit by Ryou's frying pan one to many times.
Kyoko: No... Bronze Cross class (sniff)
Bakura: Even worse.
Kyoko: Ugh (sniff) my eyes, tell me, are they red and puffy looking.
Bakura: Yes. Maybe you shouldn't be writing.
Kyoko: And who's going to write it? You?
Bakura: good point. (Sigh) I can't belive where you live it was the second coldest place on earth in January. It's just not possible.
Kyoko: The Weather Network is never wrong. –52 degrees Celsius is cold. I still can't belive I had to go to school that day. The rest of the city was shut down.
Ryou: AHAHAHAHA! LOSER!
Yugi: ... Ryou, what was with the sudden out burst.
Ryou: Because this is pay back.
Yami: For what?
Ryou: Dunno... but I'll think of something to use against her. Fear my power! Ahhhaahaahaa!
Bakura: (whispering to Yami) He doesn't even have enough power to make a light bulb glow.
Yami: You shouldn't go saying that, he might hear you.
Bakura: Did you know the words: Dunno, and kinda are 'Non-standard words' by the law of the Word spell check?
Yami: Really now?
Bakura: Yeah, but they are not put under the category of miss-spelled words. That program is really weird.
Kyoko: I totally agree with you Baku-chan! But what did that have to do with our previous conversation?
Bakura: Absolutely nothing!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. If I did, 4kids would give the cast back there original names, deleted scenes would return, the first series would be on American television and Yami would lose to Bakura for once.
Yami: Hey!
Kyoko: what? It's true (rubs eye) the evil characters should win for once.
Warnings: This chapter is very descriptive, and may be a bit gory and also for Bakura being insane. Plus the bad language...
Mawha to you all and enjoy
The Seven Curses of Egypt
Chapter seven
"Little green men live in my keyboard." "AH HA! I knew the potato did something!" ~ me and Tsu (in that order)
Dedicated to all the readers and reviewers (you guys ROCK)
Well, I've been walking for hours, can't say much has happened. Every once in a while Kura turns around to look at me. I think he's making sure that I haven't wandered off. Yeah right. The last time I did that, just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine.
Kura has some great respect for his older self. This Bakura seems more... aloof in a way. So serious and down to business. No fooling around and wise cracks like the Bakura I slightly know. And he's strong, for a teenager. My cheek is still stinging from where he slapped me across the face. He kind of makes me uneasy, I think he might be a bit unstable to a certain degree. Maybe Bakura is bi-polar. If so, I must say my stay here will be quite difficult. Now I'm not saying I am afraid of Bakura. No. Let's call it a healthy respect. Yeah, that's one way to put it. If I keep my nose out of his life (or afterlife, you choose) and play my cards right, I'll be out of here with not many injuries. Please take note that I said not MANY injuries. Hopefully they wont be fatal, because I am positive that I one get out of here scar free by any chance at all.
I don't think I was paying attention because next thing I know I've walked straight into something...
I hear a growl of annoyance.
Or someone...
It seems I've walked into the older Bakura (which I shall call Aku, because I'm confusing myself), and trust me he dose not seem happy in the slightest. His eyes have become glazed and dead with rage and blood lust. I think I'm beginning to think taking over Bakura, last known survivor of Kuru Eruna was a BAD idea. A really BAD idea.
"Must you continue to pester me? Are you blind you baka? Must I really carry out my threats, because only the Gods know how much I wish to see your pathetic life wither away at my hands. Now, I'll make this quick and clear. If you as so much as touch me one more time I shall find a very creative way to get rid of you. Trust me, I am very skilled with a blade, and I've been dieing to try out my skills on something other than the figments of memories. I so wish to hear the sound of blade upon flesh again. The sound of the ripping and the tearing and the blood curling screams. Like a unholy symphony from the pits of hell..." I could see the amusement in his dead eyes as he watched me.
I cringe at the thought... he really is psycho.
"Do I make myself clear?" Aku asked, his face set in an evil sneer, pure evil.
"Crystal." I respond quickly. "I just have a question."
"Ask away! I mean, we rarely ever get visitors! It's actually quite nice here, especially since Touzo isn't talkative and Bakura is well... confusing. So Aku's the only one I can talk to. You see, it gets very... lonely in here..."
I let Kura talk all he wanted, I wasn't paying attention anyways. Some time between then and now Aku had left us, which I think is a good thing. HA! Fat chance! Humm... I wonder, why to fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing anyway?
"—so it's kinda nice having someone here who doesn't look like a mutilated older psycho version of yourself and— HEY! Are you listening!"
Ow... that kid had a nice kick. Aw man I bet you I'm bruising... and yep, it's already forming. Great, even the kid can leave a bruise. I'll be black and blue by the end of this.
Suddenly a cold chill goes down my spin. Man some one just walked over my grave.
Silence
Not literally people!
"Come on, let's go. This place is getting cold. That means Bakura's in a depressed mood. I'd rather not get stuck in a memory." Kura says and grabs my hand and pulls me away from the place.
I begin to see a faint gray mist forming around us, and Kura starts to pull faster and faster. We are soon running pretty fast and we are suddenly out of the mist and he stops. I turn around and come nose to nose with a blackish gray brick wall. Holy crap! Where'd that come from? As if sensing my question, Kura gives me an answer.
"It's the boarders of the memory. It's formed so you can't escape the memory. Only strong magic or interference from the outside can affect it. That mist we ran through, that's memory residue. It's all over the place, kinda like dust. You can stomp on the ground and you can see small particles rise of the ground.
"It's everywhere. You even have it in reality actually; it's everywhere there too. It's usually attracted to places where horrible things happen. Like haunted places. That's why, on some occasions you see what you call a 'ghost'. But it is only a memory or a bunch of mixed memories. But there are ghosts and spirits. They cause the phenomenons like the sudden drop of cold and the noises. You never hear sound in memories, that's caused by the ghost.
"Actually, depending on the memory, the residue will have different colors. For example, the gray represents the depressing, somber memories. A Yellow would be a happy one and a green an envious one. But, you can only see these colors if you have the gift. I am one of the very few. You usually have it when you're young; almost every one has it when they're young. That is because when you are young, you will believe almost anything and our minds are not polluted by thoughts of reality. Every child has a belief in fantasy."
Well... that was a lot to take in, but in a way it makes sense. I'm slightly confused but I'm not going to show him that.
"By the way, a little while back you had a question. What was it?" Kura asked.
"Yes. Are you Bi-polar? No offence, but everyone here seems like they are."
"Sadly to say yes. I'm sorry if I go psycho on you, but it's better for it to happen in the soul room then on the outside. I think you might have noticed that Bakura is just like a 17 year old on the outside. He maybe a bit eccentric but not 'crazy', if you understand what I'm saying."
"Yes, I have actually. Why dose he do that?"
"It's very simple actually. Everyone who knows something about Bakura knows he's insane. Everyone dose. I mean he giggles at the sight of blood. He laughs at funerals. But he doesn't want anyone to know the extent of his madness. In other words he's scared. Yes, scared. He's afraid of himself in a way, and he lives with this fear that he'll lose control. So that's why he keeps up a face. And it's also the reason why we need to get you out of here. So were of to se Bakura and hopefully he'll let you out."
"But how do we find him?" I ask.
"Simple." Kura said with a smile. "Just follow the yellow brick road!" And he skipped off down the... yellow brick road.
O_o
What. The. Hell? Oh well, might as well follow the kid. Don't want to get lost. The kid has lived here all his life. And who knows? Stranger things can happen. Like talking llamas, there's a shocker.
Oh well. Might as well play the roll. We're... of to see the wizard! The wonderful Wizard of Oz!
Mind you this wizard is psycho. Joy.
(A/N: You know, I always fall asleep during that movie. Actually, I still haven't seen the entire thing. ^_^U I mean to, really [not] and I'm sure it's a great movie, but, I've tried to watch it 3 times by now and I still fall asleep. I think it's a sign don't you? I am not meant to watch this movie for some reason. Sigh. Happy Friday the 13th, hopefully your day was better then mine [glares at Kage])
****(Speeding up in time! Whoo! Time warp!)
Well we've been following the 'yellow brick road' for a while now and it's annoying now. And Kura is humming along to an annoying song that kinda sounds like it should be in a Halloween movie.
(A/n: I love that song... 'Making Christmas' is the name of the song and it's from "the nightmare before Christmas". It's a funny story, plus that song is great for annoying people in art class, makes them have a hard time learning about Pablo Picasso, the man who was REALLY old! Really! He was born in the 1800's! I kid you not! He invented Cubism!
[Silence]
Now don't tell me you don't know what that is! Ugh! You're all probably Band students! Grrrr... I swear you guys are like rabbits! You multiply! Well back to the story, sorry about that.
You band students know who you are [glares at Kage as she is dragged away by Bakura's Voodoo dolls *you'll learn more about them*])
"Argh! We've been wandering for hours! Where is he!" I ask.
"It's not to far now. We should be— Ah ha! There it is!" Kura said, running ahead.
Before us were tall (I mean TALL) ebony black doors. They were HUGE! They were engraved with many different languages long since dead. Egyptian, Green, Latin, Norse, Spanish, Japanese, Korean, etc. There was even Hawaiian! I could read the Greek one and it said:
"Beware all ye who enter. The sanctuary you seek behind these doors shall not be granted. Tread cautiously, for you—" the rest had been eroded away over the ages.
Kura walked up and knocked three times. The doors swung open soundlessly and smoothly. Kura walked in without a problem, I, on the other hand, was a bit... nervous.
Then a voice... smooth yet with a hint of underlying insanity called out from behind the doors.
"Come now... do not keep us waiting. I've been... expecting you." It called. It was laced with a manipulating command, calling me to come in. "What if I don't want to?" I ask.
I hear a faint chuckle, low and full of amusement. "Well then I guess you'll just have to be..." then the voice grew in its amusement "Invited in."
I felt something pull at me, the air rushing past me. What ever it was... it was pulling me in with magic. Magic, strong and ancient. Hardly ever used anymore by any of the spirits. I am not old, never claimed to be, but whatever this is... it is ancient and well practiced in magic.
I was finally flung into the room and the doors slammed shut. I flew through the air and landed on the ground with a loud 'thud'.
Ow, that hurt.
I opened my eyes and saw a pair of black Nike sneakers. What? What's going on?
I look up to see a figure dressed in casual black jeans with a hole in one knee and a black tee shirt. He had shoulder length white hair and dead eye's the colour of dried blood. Not to mention he was deathly pale, almost as white as his hair. He looked like he belonged with the dead. Hell! He probably was dead! Or... at least the un-dead.
So this is Bakura, the feral grave robber of Kuru Eruna.
I am sooo dead.
Bakura raised a hand to cover his mouth and giggled. I would have been angry if I had not noticed many things. His giggle was insane, his dead eyes full of sick amusement, but that was not what bothered me. No. In his arms was a stuffed doll. From what I remember, it looked like a gothic version of a voodoo doll, made by a twisted mind. But what really got to me was that the doll looked like a disfigured version of myself.
Amusement was evident in Bakura's evil eyes. He giggled again. "It seems you've noticed my new play toy," He said smiling innocently. "Don't worry if he looks tattered. He'll be finished soon so I can use him. Don't look so shocked, besides he likes it when I play pin cushion with him, don't you?"
Oh my god. He's like a sick, twisted six years old! He plays with Voodoo dolls! And he's going to play pincushion with the representation of me! I-I don't want to be a pincushion! It's to early in my spirit years!
Bakura knelt down beside me and smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, his voice dripping with false kindness. "Can I borrow something?" He asked. I would have said no if I was not scared to death by him. I know it seems silly but Bakura is really insane. "Don't worry, you have plenty of it!" he said and grabbed some of my hair and yanked it out.
Ow...
"Thank you for donating!" He said happily and he walked off to the shadows of the room. I could still see him but only just.
I scanned the room. It was large and circular and black.
Well duh! That's a famous cliché. I mean, isn't every bad guy hide out black?
"Well actually, light colours hurt my eyes. I would have painted it red but it would hurt my eyes." Bakura said from his spot on the floor. He never looked up once from what he was doing.
Did you just read my mind? I'm going crazy.
"I wouldn't doubt that. It happens to everyone who goes out of his or her way to visit me. Or have no choice. And as for if I'm reading your mind? No. Privacy doesn't exist here sadly. So Faith-chan constantly knows what I'm up to."
"Faith-chan?" I finally spoke, regaining my voice.
"Lady of Faith. My guardian. Everyone always thinks it's the change of heart or Man-eater bug. But it's only a cover up. In reality, it's her. Sadly. She's more of a baby sitter than anything else." He said sighing. He almost seemed sane just then.
Almost.
I looked around the room some more and noticed a star encircled by a circle at the middle of the room. What symbol is that? Isn't it the sign of Wicca?
"You're not a Wicca are you?" I ask.
He looks up from his work and stares at me then giggles. "Me? A witch? No. I'm an Evil/Vengeful Spirit, not a witch. And before you ask I'm no witch doctor either. I just picked up on many forms of magic from my many previous hosts. This one is the first to not 'show' his magical energies. But one must have magic to use the items. This means Ryou is just developing his magic. Strange, he's past puberty by now." He shrugged.
"Then what's with the Wicca sign?" I ask.
"Oh? I just like it. It's pretty!" He said with a grin.
"What are you doing?" I ask him, curiosity grabbing me. I watched as he pulled something out of his thick locks... a silver sewing needle. He threaded my hair into it and sewed the head of the doll together at the back. If I remember correctly, voodoo needs something from the actual person the doll represents to actually work.
"Right you are! My, my we are smart aren't we?" Bakura sat up and walked over to a wall and opened it. And there were tones of dolls. Maybe 20 at the least. Some had already been used it seemed. Some had pins stuck in various places. One even had them in the eyes! Some were missing arms or legs or had various cuts across them. Yet there were some that were perfectly fine...
If voodoo dolls look fine that is...
Then I heard an ear-piercing scream. Bakura flinched and dropped the doll version of me. He looked nervous and was sweat dropping.
"BAKURA!!!!!!!!!!!"
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala!!!! Done chapter seven!
Sorry if it was short, but yeah. I should be typing up my report from hell! (Yeah, Social Studies suck. Especially when it's in French.) I still need the stupid title page. Argh!
Sorry about not putting anyone else in, but I had writers block and couldn't think of anything for them. Sorry.
THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER WROTE 7 CHAPTERS IN A FIC... E V E R
GO ME!
Well I hope you enjoyed. I wanted to get this out as soon as possible; I've been avoiding it. (Yeah, don't get mad. I've had the guilt trip)
Don't worry Blackcat212, you're idea's will not go to waste, I'm just lazy.
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Kyoko-san, chapter finished 02/18/04 5:28PM, when she should have been doing homework
Bakura: What's up with you? You look like you've been hit by Ryou's frying pan one to many times.
Kyoko: No... Bronze Cross class (sniff)
Bakura: Even worse.
Kyoko: Ugh (sniff) my eyes, tell me, are they red and puffy looking.
Bakura: Yes. Maybe you shouldn't be writing.
Kyoko: And who's going to write it? You?
Bakura: good point. (Sigh) I can't belive where you live it was the second coldest place on earth in January. It's just not possible.
Kyoko: The Weather Network is never wrong. –52 degrees Celsius is cold. I still can't belive I had to go to school that day. The rest of the city was shut down.
Ryou: AHAHAHAHA! LOSER!
Yugi: ... Ryou, what was with the sudden out burst.
Ryou: Because this is pay back.
Yami: For what?
Ryou: Dunno... but I'll think of something to use against her. Fear my power! Ahhhaahaahaa!
Bakura: (whispering to Yami) He doesn't even have enough power to make a light bulb glow.
Yami: You shouldn't go saying that, he might hear you.
Bakura: Did you know the words: Dunno, and kinda are 'Non-standard words' by the law of the Word spell check?
Yami: Really now?
Bakura: Yeah, but they are not put under the category of miss-spelled words. That program is really weird.
Kyoko: I totally agree with you Baku-chan! But what did that have to do with our previous conversation?
Bakura: Absolutely nothing!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. If I did, 4kids would give the cast back there original names, deleted scenes would return, the first series would be on American television and Yami would lose to Bakura for once.
Yami: Hey!
Kyoko: what? It's true (rubs eye) the evil characters should win for once.
Warnings: This chapter is very descriptive, and may be a bit gory and also for Bakura being insane. Plus the bad language...
Mawha to you all and enjoy
The Seven Curses of Egypt
Chapter seven
"Little green men live in my keyboard." "AH HA! I knew the potato did something!" ~ me and Tsu (in that order)
Dedicated to all the readers and reviewers (you guys ROCK)
Well, I've been walking for hours, can't say much has happened. Every once in a while Kura turns around to look at me. I think he's making sure that I haven't wandered off. Yeah right. The last time I did that, just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine.
Kura has some great respect for his older self. This Bakura seems more... aloof in a way. So serious and down to business. No fooling around and wise cracks like the Bakura I slightly know. And he's strong, for a teenager. My cheek is still stinging from where he slapped me across the face. He kind of makes me uneasy, I think he might be a bit unstable to a certain degree. Maybe Bakura is bi-polar. If so, I must say my stay here will be quite difficult. Now I'm not saying I am afraid of Bakura. No. Let's call it a healthy respect. Yeah, that's one way to put it. If I keep my nose out of his life (or afterlife, you choose) and play my cards right, I'll be out of here with not many injuries. Please take note that I said not MANY injuries. Hopefully they wont be fatal, because I am positive that I one get out of here scar free by any chance at all.
I don't think I was paying attention because next thing I know I've walked straight into something...
I hear a growl of annoyance.
Or someone...
It seems I've walked into the older Bakura (which I shall call Aku, because I'm confusing myself), and trust me he dose not seem happy in the slightest. His eyes have become glazed and dead with rage and blood lust. I think I'm beginning to think taking over Bakura, last known survivor of Kuru Eruna was a BAD idea. A really BAD idea.
"Must you continue to pester me? Are you blind you baka? Must I really carry out my threats, because only the Gods know how much I wish to see your pathetic life wither away at my hands. Now, I'll make this quick and clear. If you as so much as touch me one more time I shall find a very creative way to get rid of you. Trust me, I am very skilled with a blade, and I've been dieing to try out my skills on something other than the figments of memories. I so wish to hear the sound of blade upon flesh again. The sound of the ripping and the tearing and the blood curling screams. Like a unholy symphony from the pits of hell..." I could see the amusement in his dead eyes as he watched me.
I cringe at the thought... he really is psycho.
"Do I make myself clear?" Aku asked, his face set in an evil sneer, pure evil.
"Crystal." I respond quickly. "I just have a question."
"Ask away! I mean, we rarely ever get visitors! It's actually quite nice here, especially since Touzo isn't talkative and Bakura is well... confusing. So Aku's the only one I can talk to. You see, it gets very... lonely in here..."
I let Kura talk all he wanted, I wasn't paying attention anyways. Some time between then and now Aku had left us, which I think is a good thing. HA! Fat chance! Humm... I wonder, why to fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing anyway?
"—so it's kinda nice having someone here who doesn't look like a mutilated older psycho version of yourself and— HEY! Are you listening!"
Ow... that kid had a nice kick. Aw man I bet you I'm bruising... and yep, it's already forming. Great, even the kid can leave a bruise. I'll be black and blue by the end of this.
Suddenly a cold chill goes down my spin. Man some one just walked over my grave.
Silence
Not literally people!
"Come on, let's go. This place is getting cold. That means Bakura's in a depressed mood. I'd rather not get stuck in a memory." Kura says and grabs my hand and pulls me away from the place.
I begin to see a faint gray mist forming around us, and Kura starts to pull faster and faster. We are soon running pretty fast and we are suddenly out of the mist and he stops. I turn around and come nose to nose with a blackish gray brick wall. Holy crap! Where'd that come from? As if sensing my question, Kura gives me an answer.
"It's the boarders of the memory. It's formed so you can't escape the memory. Only strong magic or interference from the outside can affect it. That mist we ran through, that's memory residue. It's all over the place, kinda like dust. You can stomp on the ground and you can see small particles rise of the ground.
"It's everywhere. You even have it in reality actually; it's everywhere there too. It's usually attracted to places where horrible things happen. Like haunted places. That's why, on some occasions you see what you call a 'ghost'. But it is only a memory or a bunch of mixed memories. But there are ghosts and spirits. They cause the phenomenons like the sudden drop of cold and the noises. You never hear sound in memories, that's caused by the ghost.
"Actually, depending on the memory, the residue will have different colors. For example, the gray represents the depressing, somber memories. A Yellow would be a happy one and a green an envious one. But, you can only see these colors if you have the gift. I am one of the very few. You usually have it when you're young; almost every one has it when they're young. That is because when you are young, you will believe almost anything and our minds are not polluted by thoughts of reality. Every child has a belief in fantasy."
Well... that was a lot to take in, but in a way it makes sense. I'm slightly confused but I'm not going to show him that.
"By the way, a little while back you had a question. What was it?" Kura asked.
"Yes. Are you Bi-polar? No offence, but everyone here seems like they are."
"Sadly to say yes. I'm sorry if I go psycho on you, but it's better for it to happen in the soul room then on the outside. I think you might have noticed that Bakura is just like a 17 year old on the outside. He maybe a bit eccentric but not 'crazy', if you understand what I'm saying."
"Yes, I have actually. Why dose he do that?"
"It's very simple actually. Everyone who knows something about Bakura knows he's insane. Everyone dose. I mean he giggles at the sight of blood. He laughs at funerals. But he doesn't want anyone to know the extent of his madness. In other words he's scared. Yes, scared. He's afraid of himself in a way, and he lives with this fear that he'll lose control. So that's why he keeps up a face. And it's also the reason why we need to get you out of here. So were of to se Bakura and hopefully he'll let you out."
"But how do we find him?" I ask.
"Simple." Kura said with a smile. "Just follow the yellow brick road!" And he skipped off down the... yellow brick road.
O_o
What. The. Hell? Oh well, might as well follow the kid. Don't want to get lost. The kid has lived here all his life. And who knows? Stranger things can happen. Like talking llamas, there's a shocker.
Oh well. Might as well play the roll. We're... of to see the wizard! The wonderful Wizard of Oz!
Mind you this wizard is psycho. Joy.
(A/N: You know, I always fall asleep during that movie. Actually, I still haven't seen the entire thing. ^_^U I mean to, really [not] and I'm sure it's a great movie, but, I've tried to watch it 3 times by now and I still fall asleep. I think it's a sign don't you? I am not meant to watch this movie for some reason. Sigh. Happy Friday the 13th, hopefully your day was better then mine [glares at Kage])
****(Speeding up in time! Whoo! Time warp!)
Well we've been following the 'yellow brick road' for a while now and it's annoying now. And Kura is humming along to an annoying song that kinda sounds like it should be in a Halloween movie.
(A/n: I love that song... 'Making Christmas' is the name of the song and it's from "the nightmare before Christmas". It's a funny story, plus that song is great for annoying people in art class, makes them have a hard time learning about Pablo Picasso, the man who was REALLY old! Really! He was born in the 1800's! I kid you not! He invented Cubism!
[Silence]
Now don't tell me you don't know what that is! Ugh! You're all probably Band students! Grrrr... I swear you guys are like rabbits! You multiply! Well back to the story, sorry about that.
You band students know who you are [glares at Kage as she is dragged away by Bakura's Voodoo dolls *you'll learn more about them*])
"Argh! We've been wandering for hours! Where is he!" I ask.
"It's not to far now. We should be— Ah ha! There it is!" Kura said, running ahead.
Before us were tall (I mean TALL) ebony black doors. They were HUGE! They were engraved with many different languages long since dead. Egyptian, Green, Latin, Norse, Spanish, Japanese, Korean, etc. There was even Hawaiian! I could read the Greek one and it said:
"Beware all ye who enter. The sanctuary you seek behind these doors shall not be granted. Tread cautiously, for you—" the rest had been eroded away over the ages.
Kura walked up and knocked three times. The doors swung open soundlessly and smoothly. Kura walked in without a problem, I, on the other hand, was a bit... nervous.
Then a voice... smooth yet with a hint of underlying insanity called out from behind the doors.
"Come now... do not keep us waiting. I've been... expecting you." It called. It was laced with a manipulating command, calling me to come in. "What if I don't want to?" I ask.
I hear a faint chuckle, low and full of amusement. "Well then I guess you'll just have to be..." then the voice grew in its amusement "Invited in."
I felt something pull at me, the air rushing past me. What ever it was... it was pulling me in with magic. Magic, strong and ancient. Hardly ever used anymore by any of the spirits. I am not old, never claimed to be, but whatever this is... it is ancient and well practiced in magic.
I was finally flung into the room and the doors slammed shut. I flew through the air and landed on the ground with a loud 'thud'.
Ow, that hurt.
I opened my eyes and saw a pair of black Nike sneakers. What? What's going on?
I look up to see a figure dressed in casual black jeans with a hole in one knee and a black tee shirt. He had shoulder length white hair and dead eye's the colour of dried blood. Not to mention he was deathly pale, almost as white as his hair. He looked like he belonged with the dead. Hell! He probably was dead! Or... at least the un-dead.
So this is Bakura, the feral grave robber of Kuru Eruna.
I am sooo dead.
Bakura raised a hand to cover his mouth and giggled. I would have been angry if I had not noticed many things. His giggle was insane, his dead eyes full of sick amusement, but that was not what bothered me. No. In his arms was a stuffed doll. From what I remember, it looked like a gothic version of a voodoo doll, made by a twisted mind. But what really got to me was that the doll looked like a disfigured version of myself.
Amusement was evident in Bakura's evil eyes. He giggled again. "It seems you've noticed my new play toy," He said smiling innocently. "Don't worry if he looks tattered. He'll be finished soon so I can use him. Don't look so shocked, besides he likes it when I play pin cushion with him, don't you?"
Oh my god. He's like a sick, twisted six years old! He plays with Voodoo dolls! And he's going to play pincushion with the representation of me! I-I don't want to be a pincushion! It's to early in my spirit years!
Bakura knelt down beside me and smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, his voice dripping with false kindness. "Can I borrow something?" He asked. I would have said no if I was not scared to death by him. I know it seems silly but Bakura is really insane. "Don't worry, you have plenty of it!" he said and grabbed some of my hair and yanked it out.
Ow...
"Thank you for donating!" He said happily and he walked off to the shadows of the room. I could still see him but only just.
I scanned the room. It was large and circular and black.
Well duh! That's a famous cliché. I mean, isn't every bad guy hide out black?
"Well actually, light colours hurt my eyes. I would have painted it red but it would hurt my eyes." Bakura said from his spot on the floor. He never looked up once from what he was doing.
Did you just read my mind? I'm going crazy.
"I wouldn't doubt that. It happens to everyone who goes out of his or her way to visit me. Or have no choice. And as for if I'm reading your mind? No. Privacy doesn't exist here sadly. So Faith-chan constantly knows what I'm up to."
"Faith-chan?" I finally spoke, regaining my voice.
"Lady of Faith. My guardian. Everyone always thinks it's the change of heart or Man-eater bug. But it's only a cover up. In reality, it's her. Sadly. She's more of a baby sitter than anything else." He said sighing. He almost seemed sane just then.
Almost.
I looked around the room some more and noticed a star encircled by a circle at the middle of the room. What symbol is that? Isn't it the sign of Wicca?
"You're not a Wicca are you?" I ask.
He looks up from his work and stares at me then giggles. "Me? A witch? No. I'm an Evil/Vengeful Spirit, not a witch. And before you ask I'm no witch doctor either. I just picked up on many forms of magic from my many previous hosts. This one is the first to not 'show' his magical energies. But one must have magic to use the items. This means Ryou is just developing his magic. Strange, he's past puberty by now." He shrugged.
"Then what's with the Wicca sign?" I ask.
"Oh? I just like it. It's pretty!" He said with a grin.
"What are you doing?" I ask him, curiosity grabbing me. I watched as he pulled something out of his thick locks... a silver sewing needle. He threaded my hair into it and sewed the head of the doll together at the back. If I remember correctly, voodoo needs something from the actual person the doll represents to actually work.
"Right you are! My, my we are smart aren't we?" Bakura sat up and walked over to a wall and opened it. And there were tones of dolls. Maybe 20 at the least. Some had already been used it seemed. Some had pins stuck in various places. One even had them in the eyes! Some were missing arms or legs or had various cuts across them. Yet there were some that were perfectly fine...
If voodoo dolls look fine that is...
Then I heard an ear-piercing scream. Bakura flinched and dropped the doll version of me. He looked nervous and was sweat dropping.
"BAKURA!!!!!!!!!!!"
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala!!!! Done chapter seven!
Sorry if it was short, but yeah. I should be typing up my report from hell! (Yeah, Social Studies suck. Especially when it's in French.) I still need the stupid title page. Argh!
Sorry about not putting anyone else in, but I had writers block and couldn't think of anything for them. Sorry.
THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER WROTE 7 CHAPTERS IN A FIC... E V E R
GO ME!
Well I hope you enjoyed. I wanted to get this out as soon as possible; I've been avoiding it. (Yeah, don't get mad. I've had the guilt trip)
Don't worry Blackcat212, you're idea's will not go to waste, I'm just lazy.
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Kyoko-san, chapter finished 02/18/04 5:28PM, when she should have been doing homework