A/N: This is just a weird story I wrote with no idea of where it's heading. Thanks for your patience with me in reading this. ^^
Disclaimer: Just because I want it to be does not mean that YGO is mine.
(Ryou's POV)
I'm in a small room where the only light comes from the curtained off windows. If I strain my eyes I can see a small table near me and four chairs around it but there is nothing else in the room. I still don't know how I got here...
(Flashback) Ryou walked home from school casually swinging his backpack from one hand. The first day of this new school had been a cinch and he was in a good mood. A cloth was shoved over his mouth as he breathed in and an arm wrapped itself around his waist. He tried to struggle but quickly fell into unconsciousness. (End flashback)
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(Bakura's thoughts)
Damn that Marik! Why'd he have to dump his latest toy in my house without even telling me?! Unlike most people I have no problem with his habits of picking up kids off the street and torturing them. Actually I think it's kind of fun but that doesn't mean that he can just dump some kid in my house and then forget about them until they're probably half-starved. Marik told me that he'd actually got the kid for me because he looked like me but I don't think I believe him. I think that he was just trying to calm me down so I didn't lose my temper and blast him or something like that. Oh well, torturing this kid should be fun anyway...
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(Ryou's POV)
I've been here for three days now and I'm freezing. Not being able to move I've stiffened into this position and my back aches. My wrists and ankles are chained together and connected somehow so I can't stand up or do anything and I'm desperate to get out of here somehow. My throat is parched but at least I can't feel the hunger pangs anymore, I guess my body's just got used to being hungry. As I look back down at the floor I feel a touch of amusement. Whoever chained me up in here is going to have to wash their floor once they get rid of me or I die of dehydration.
After spending three days in this hellhole I find myself wishing for human companionship. Funny, I never did think much of friendship but now I wish there was someone else here. I don't even care who, I'd be glad even to talk to the person who put me in here if they would just be here so I don't have to be all alone. I can't stand being here all alone without a way out. I wouldn't mind being here if there was only someone else here too.
Light.
Painful blinding brightness bursts in on my eyes and as purple spots explode inside my head I squeeze them shut to protect myself from the onslaught. When my eyes have adjusted and the blinding purple splotches have disappeared I open them cautiously and stare at the shadowy figure leaning on the doorframe. Spiky silver-white hair frames a pale face and cruel angular brown eyes. He is wearing an unbuttoned button-up shirt, which allows me to see a weird piece of jewelry shaped sort of like a dream catcher around his neck, and blue jeans. In one hand he is carrying a glass of water with a straw in it and is casually sipping it. He doesn't seem surprised to see me here so he is probably the one responsible for my being here in the first place.
"Thirsty?" he asks mockingly shoving himself up and onto his feet. I just stare at him in complete amazement. I don't see why he, or anyone for that matter, would want to kidnap me and now he's acting like this. This whole situation is seriously messed up.
"If you don't want any you could try saying so, hmm?" When my eyes widen in alarm he chuckles and strolls over till he's standing right in front of me and I have to crane my neck to see him properly. He somehow manages to slip gracefully into a sitting position in front of me and holds the drink in front of me teasingly.
"Please," I whisper licking dry lips my eyes shifting to the glass in his hand, "Please, could I, have some of that?"
"You only had to ask," he murmurs holding the straw to my mouth so that I can drink. I drink greedily, sucking up the life-giving fluid, relishing the sensation of the cool liquid sliding down my throat. Too quickly it is gone and I stare longingly at the empty glass. The man chuckles again before standing up and slipping out the door. It is only a few seconds before he returns but it seems like forever.
A/N: Sorry about the POV changes and the stupid name. This is just a really strange fic that I do when I get ideas that are totally unrelated to anything else. So since I'm not writing anything on 'Bound by Threads' I'm posting this for you instead. Aren't I nice? ^^