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;......... Yami's thinking
/........./ Hikari's thinking
"........." Normal speech
'.........' Normal thoughts
(A/N: .........) Author's Note
Normal Writing: Common Time
Italic Writing: Dream/memory.
From now on, most of the story will be dream sequences. I will have parts with Ryou, but most of it will be the memories.
Chapter Five
Truth was, Ryou was worried about Yami Bakura. They had left Yugi's house and were at their own, and Yami Bakura was still quiet and not his usual self. It seemed, to Ryou, that he was getting depressed. But he was a spirit. What could depress him? That still brought problems to mind. What was going on?
Poor Ryou walked into the deserted living room. Yami Bakura had vacated this world and gone into his soul room in the Millennium Ring.
"Oh, Bakura. What is the matter with you?" Ryou asked to the empty air before him.
With a sigh, Ryou settled onto the couch for a short nap.
(Begin Dream/Memory)
Smoke. There was smoke. The young boy stood, still half asleep, glancing about in confusion.
"Mother?" He called, blinking in the thick smoke. He stumbled outside their home, which was more like a shack that would fall at the slightest breeze.
"Father?" He called. There was silence. He continued to walk towards the middle of the village. His house was on the edge of it.
Screams were heard, still faint but growing louder. The smoke was thicker, and the boy could see fire licking the sides of many houses.
(A/N: I don't remember Yami Bakura's village name.)
People were running.........soldiers wearing the pharaoh's armor were chasing down the villagers, cutting them down. Slaughtering them.
"Father!" The boy cried, seeing his father fighting with the other men of the village before him.
The man looked over, seeing his son and hearing his cry.
"Go! Get out of here!" He shouted back, then was delivered a harsh blow by the soldiers he was fighting.
"Father!" the boy cried again.
Ryou watched. This was a strange dream. The boy was pale, with long silver hair. A little Yami Bakura, in Ryou's mind.
"That's right."
Ryou turned. Yami Bakura, the normal one, stood there. Watching the panicking little boy with no emotion visible on his face.
"I remember this. The pharaoh wiped out my village, my family, to seal the Shadow Realm." Yami Bakura watched as his younger, dream self ran through the smoke, reaching his father's body.
"Father? Oh father, what did I do?" The young Bakura knelt by his father's side, tears running down his cheeks and wiping paths through his ash covered face.
"You there!" A soldier came running up, a spear ready to be plunged into the young boy.
Wide eyed, dream Bakura avoided the man, rolling aside in pure reflex and running as fast as he could.
Stumbling through smoke and fire, tripping over dead bodies, avoiding the soldiers, the dream Bakura ran.
Suddenly, he tripped, falling face first into a burning pile of wood. Crying out, he staggered back, wiping ash from his face.
A sharp bit of wood had cut his right cheek, creating a scar shaped like a double crossed "T".
"I never did figure out how I got that." Yami Bakura said conversationally, following his dream self with a horror stricken Ryou in tow.
Continuing his stumbling escape, the dream Bakura made it past the soldiers and into the desert of Ancient Egypt. The moon was up, making the golden sand look a pale silver.
Looking back at the remains of his burning village, the dream Bakura broke down and wept, tears of anger, hate, and pain coursing down his sooty face.
Ryou snapped awake, breathing hard at the dream/memory. That was horrible. To think his yami went through that! It made Ryou a bit more sympathetic to his normally angry yami.
With a sigh, he settled down into a dreamless sleep.
(In the morning.)
Ryou was a bit preoccupied at school the next day, running through the dream again and again. It was confusing. The pharaoh had sent soldiers to slaughter the people of the village, to 'seal the Shadow Realm' as Yami Bakura had put it. And yet Yugi's yami seemed to be the ultimate good guy. It was perplexing.
His yami seemed awfully quiet. Now at least Ryou knew why Yami Bakura had been so quiet and depressed lately. Why he lost focus with what was going on. He was remembering his past, and evidently Ryou was going to relive the tomb robber's past as well.
Ryou did not like the sound of that.
He went through the rest of the day with that on his mind, ignoring his friends' inquiries on if he was all right.
(Later that night.)
Ryou was afraid to sleep. Would he see another dream/memory of Yami Bakura's? The thought scared him. Sighing, he knew he couldn't stay awake forever. After all, his yami was there as well in the dreams.........
The sun was bright.
Bright and hot.
The younger Bakura staggered across the dunes, panting in the heat. His tunic and pants were soaked with sweat, caked with blood, and ragged at the ends. The wound on his cheek was covered in dried blood, as well as various other parts of his body that was covered in blood or burns.
His sandals had worn out on the hot sand a while ago, leaving him to limp bare foot over the burning sand.
He was delusional from thirst and exhaustion, sick and feverish from his wounds, and weak from starvation and the heat.
If he didn't find help soon, he was going to die.
"Pathetic." Yami Bakura muttered, watching the scene with Ryou. Just like the night before.
"Pathetic? Yami! You had escaped the slaughter of your......um, yeah. You survived this long! You call that pathetic?" Ryou exclaimed, wide eyed in shock and horror. His yami was being so emotionless and calm right now when he had every right to break down and cry. To howl at the sky in frustration and pain.
"Yes." Was Yami Bakura's simple answer.
Stumbling on, the young boy saw what seemed to be a town.........no, a city, on the horizon.
Probably an illusion brought on by his fevered mind, but it was worth a shot to check out.
Trying to walk, despite exhaustion, starvation, and thirst, the young Bakura finally made it to the out skirts of the city before collapsing in the shade of a building.
He lay there for Ra knows how long, but he was finally aware of voices after what seemed to be an hours worth of time.
"Is he dead?"
"No, he's still breathing."
"He looks to be in bad shape, all bloody and thin."
"Look at that hair........."
"Well, come on. Let's take him in with us. We can see what he is doing out here and where he needs to be........."
the young Bakura was aware of being picked up, before he blacked out all together.
When he woke up, it was in a cool place with a nice breeze, and the sound of water falling nearby
Thinking that this was comfortable and he would prefer not to wake up, he tried to lose himself into the darkness again.
"You awake now?"
The voice was low, gentle, but the young Bakura still felt a surge of anger. Who should be interrupting his sleep?
Anger was so quick to flare up now, so quick to take offense and lash out.
Ryou thought it odd on how he could feel the emotions and feelings of the dream Bakura, but it did kind of make sense. His yami was connected to him though the Millennium Ring, so naturally Ryou would get the tidbits of emotion.
The young Bakura opened his eyes, glaring at the sight of a face hovering over his own.
"Ah! You are awake. Good." The face retreated, and Bakura sat up. He was about ten years old, so he had a child's view on things.
(A/N: What age was he when this happened?)
He was in a nice room, with plush furnishings and nice, fancy pottery. A small waterfall rained down in a garden outside one of the elaborate windows. That was the noise.
He was on deep crimson cushions. He was cleaned up, his wounds and burns bandaged, his fever taken care of. Indeed, so much generosity caused him to grow suspicious, and with that suspicion came the newfound and familiar wave of anger.
Who said he needed their help?
"Hello, I'm Hirotshu. I'm a trader and merchant and we found you on our way to the city." The man said, gesturing outside the window, and taking a seat beside Bakura.
Ryou glanced at his yami, who was expressionless and watching silently.
One thing to be said for Hirotshu, he was blunt and to the point. He seemed trustworthy, but even before the slaughtering of his village Bakura had been hard pressed to trust someone.
"Bakura." He answered shortly.
"Ah, well then, Bakura. What were you doing outside the city walls and in the condition you were? You've been out for two days while we took care of you." Hirotshu said.
Two days?
"My village was destroyed. I escaped and wandered around until I stumbled onto this place." Bakura answered curtly, not wanting to reveal more than that.
"Ah. Then you have no place to stay?" At Bakura's nod, he smiled. "You can stay with me and my band! We have anything you could need, and, as you can see, we are very well off." Hirotshu smiled.
"Why?" Bakura snarled. The man looked taken aback.
"Why what?"
"Why are you offering this? To me? A lone orphan" Bakura spat the last word "down on his luck?"
"Human kindness, boy. You can help us out in return for our generosity." Hirotshu smiled again as Bakura thought it through and then nodded his head again, reluctantly.
"Fool." Yami Bakura muttered, as the hazy dream broke apart and dissipated.
(Later.)
Ryou snapped awake again, startled and breathing hard.
Fool? What had his yami meant? Who was a fool? The merchant or his younger self?
With a sigh, Ryou stood and began to dress, getting ready for school. After school he was going to go over to Yugi's for a little while.
He probably should bring the subject of these memory/dreams up there.
(End Chapter.)
Thanks to all reviewers!
CaptainRubberDuck22: Thanks a lot, I'm glad you are sticking with my story!
Inulover28: Oh, thanks a lot! I'm glad you like my story!
Tam: well....thanks.
Queen-galux: I like stories with Ryou and Yami Bakura too! Glad you like this story!
Hmm....seem to be losing people. Oh well, some at least is good enough!
;......... Yami's thinking
/........./ Hikari's thinking
"........." Normal speech
'.........' Normal thoughts
(A/N: .........) Author's Note
Normal Writing: Common Time
Italic Writing: Dream/memory.
From now on, most of the story will be dream sequences. I will have parts with Ryou, but most of it will be the memories.
Chapter Five
Truth was, Ryou was worried about Yami Bakura. They had left Yugi's house and were at their own, and Yami Bakura was still quiet and not his usual self. It seemed, to Ryou, that he was getting depressed. But he was a spirit. What could depress him? That still brought problems to mind. What was going on?
Poor Ryou walked into the deserted living room. Yami Bakura had vacated this world and gone into his soul room in the Millennium Ring.
"Oh, Bakura. What is the matter with you?" Ryou asked to the empty air before him.
With a sigh, Ryou settled onto the couch for a short nap.
(Begin Dream/Memory)
Smoke. There was smoke. The young boy stood, still half asleep, glancing about in confusion.
"Mother?" He called, blinking in the thick smoke. He stumbled outside their home, which was more like a shack that would fall at the slightest breeze.
"Father?" He called. There was silence. He continued to walk towards the middle of the village. His house was on the edge of it.
Screams were heard, still faint but growing louder. The smoke was thicker, and the boy could see fire licking the sides of many houses.
(A/N: I don't remember Yami Bakura's village name.)
People were running.........soldiers wearing the pharaoh's armor were chasing down the villagers, cutting them down. Slaughtering them.
"Father!" The boy cried, seeing his father fighting with the other men of the village before him.
The man looked over, seeing his son and hearing his cry.
"Go! Get out of here!" He shouted back, then was delivered a harsh blow by the soldiers he was fighting.
"Father!" the boy cried again.
Ryou watched. This was a strange dream. The boy was pale, with long silver hair. A little Yami Bakura, in Ryou's mind.
"That's right."
Ryou turned. Yami Bakura, the normal one, stood there. Watching the panicking little boy with no emotion visible on his face.
"I remember this. The pharaoh wiped out my village, my family, to seal the Shadow Realm." Yami Bakura watched as his younger, dream self ran through the smoke, reaching his father's body.
"Father? Oh father, what did I do?" The young Bakura knelt by his father's side, tears running down his cheeks and wiping paths through his ash covered face.
"You there!" A soldier came running up, a spear ready to be plunged into the young boy.
Wide eyed, dream Bakura avoided the man, rolling aside in pure reflex and running as fast as he could.
Stumbling through smoke and fire, tripping over dead bodies, avoiding the soldiers, the dream Bakura ran.
Suddenly, he tripped, falling face first into a burning pile of wood. Crying out, he staggered back, wiping ash from his face.
A sharp bit of wood had cut his right cheek, creating a scar shaped like a double crossed "T".
"I never did figure out how I got that." Yami Bakura said conversationally, following his dream self with a horror stricken Ryou in tow.
Continuing his stumbling escape, the dream Bakura made it past the soldiers and into the desert of Ancient Egypt. The moon was up, making the golden sand look a pale silver.
Looking back at the remains of his burning village, the dream Bakura broke down and wept, tears of anger, hate, and pain coursing down his sooty face.
Ryou snapped awake, breathing hard at the dream/memory. That was horrible. To think his yami went through that! It made Ryou a bit more sympathetic to his normally angry yami.
With a sigh, he settled down into a dreamless sleep.
(In the morning.)
Ryou was a bit preoccupied at school the next day, running through the dream again and again. It was confusing. The pharaoh had sent soldiers to slaughter the people of the village, to 'seal the Shadow Realm' as Yami Bakura had put it. And yet Yugi's yami seemed to be the ultimate good guy. It was perplexing.
His yami seemed awfully quiet. Now at least Ryou knew why Yami Bakura had been so quiet and depressed lately. Why he lost focus with what was going on. He was remembering his past, and evidently Ryou was going to relive the tomb robber's past as well.
Ryou did not like the sound of that.
He went through the rest of the day with that on his mind, ignoring his friends' inquiries on if he was all right.
(Later that night.)
Ryou was afraid to sleep. Would he see another dream/memory of Yami Bakura's? The thought scared him. Sighing, he knew he couldn't stay awake forever. After all, his yami was there as well in the dreams.........
The sun was bright.
Bright and hot.
The younger Bakura staggered across the dunes, panting in the heat. His tunic and pants were soaked with sweat, caked with blood, and ragged at the ends. The wound on his cheek was covered in dried blood, as well as various other parts of his body that was covered in blood or burns.
His sandals had worn out on the hot sand a while ago, leaving him to limp bare foot over the burning sand.
He was delusional from thirst and exhaustion, sick and feverish from his wounds, and weak from starvation and the heat.
If he didn't find help soon, he was going to die.
"Pathetic." Yami Bakura muttered, watching the scene with Ryou. Just like the night before.
"Pathetic? Yami! You had escaped the slaughter of your......um, yeah. You survived this long! You call that pathetic?" Ryou exclaimed, wide eyed in shock and horror. His yami was being so emotionless and calm right now when he had every right to break down and cry. To howl at the sky in frustration and pain.
"Yes." Was Yami Bakura's simple answer.
Stumbling on, the young boy saw what seemed to be a town.........no, a city, on the horizon.
Probably an illusion brought on by his fevered mind, but it was worth a shot to check out.
Trying to walk, despite exhaustion, starvation, and thirst, the young Bakura finally made it to the out skirts of the city before collapsing in the shade of a building.
He lay there for Ra knows how long, but he was finally aware of voices after what seemed to be an hours worth of time.
"Is he dead?"
"No, he's still breathing."
"He looks to be in bad shape, all bloody and thin."
"Look at that hair........."
"Well, come on. Let's take him in with us. We can see what he is doing out here and where he needs to be........."
the young Bakura was aware of being picked up, before he blacked out all together.
When he woke up, it was in a cool place with a nice breeze, and the sound of water falling nearby
Thinking that this was comfortable and he would prefer not to wake up, he tried to lose himself into the darkness again.
"You awake now?"
The voice was low, gentle, but the young Bakura still felt a surge of anger. Who should be interrupting his sleep?
Anger was so quick to flare up now, so quick to take offense and lash out.
Ryou thought it odd on how he could feel the emotions and feelings of the dream Bakura, but it did kind of make sense. His yami was connected to him though the Millennium Ring, so naturally Ryou would get the tidbits of emotion.
The young Bakura opened his eyes, glaring at the sight of a face hovering over his own.
"Ah! You are awake. Good." The face retreated, and Bakura sat up. He was about ten years old, so he had a child's view on things.
(A/N: What age was he when this happened?)
He was in a nice room, with plush furnishings and nice, fancy pottery. A small waterfall rained down in a garden outside one of the elaborate windows. That was the noise.
He was on deep crimson cushions. He was cleaned up, his wounds and burns bandaged, his fever taken care of. Indeed, so much generosity caused him to grow suspicious, and with that suspicion came the newfound and familiar wave of anger.
Who said he needed their help?
"Hello, I'm Hirotshu. I'm a trader and merchant and we found you on our way to the city." The man said, gesturing outside the window, and taking a seat beside Bakura.
Ryou glanced at his yami, who was expressionless and watching silently.
One thing to be said for Hirotshu, he was blunt and to the point. He seemed trustworthy, but even before the slaughtering of his village Bakura had been hard pressed to trust someone.
"Bakura." He answered shortly.
"Ah, well then, Bakura. What were you doing outside the city walls and in the condition you were? You've been out for two days while we took care of you." Hirotshu said.
Two days?
"My village was destroyed. I escaped and wandered around until I stumbled onto this place." Bakura answered curtly, not wanting to reveal more than that.
"Ah. Then you have no place to stay?" At Bakura's nod, he smiled. "You can stay with me and my band! We have anything you could need, and, as you can see, we are very well off." Hirotshu smiled.
"Why?" Bakura snarled. The man looked taken aback.
"Why what?"
"Why are you offering this? To me? A lone orphan" Bakura spat the last word "down on his luck?"
"Human kindness, boy. You can help us out in return for our generosity." Hirotshu smiled again as Bakura thought it through and then nodded his head again, reluctantly.
"Fool." Yami Bakura muttered, as the hazy dream broke apart and dissipated.
(Later.)
Ryou snapped awake again, startled and breathing hard.
Fool? What had his yami meant? Who was a fool? The merchant or his younger self?
With a sigh, Ryou stood and began to dress, getting ready for school. After school he was going to go over to Yugi's for a little while.
He probably should bring the subject of these memory/dreams up there.
(End Chapter.)
Thanks to all reviewers!
CaptainRubberDuck22: Thanks a lot, I'm glad you are sticking with my story!
Inulover28: Oh, thanks a lot! I'm glad you like my story!
Tam: well....thanks.
Queen-galux: I like stories with Ryou and Yami Bakura too! Glad you like this story!
Hmm....seem to be losing people. Oh well, some at least is good enough!
