Double Meaning
gninaeM elbuoD
(( Mondai Senshi ))
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I think I found my direction~!! Oh, the possibilities~!! ^^ Read, read, enjoy the shonen lovieness~!! Oo` And I might even be able to get two fics out of my ramblings within my head~!! X3 Ah, ai desu~!!
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this fic belong to me, and no profit is being made in writing this story.
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After several duels and a round of burgers for everyone, Ryou went home again, distracted as usual, to his empty house. It seemed more lonely than usual, today, as Bakura stayed within the confounds of the millenium ring.
That night, Ryou had a most unusual dream. He found himself walking through a hallway when he came across two doors, one on his left, and oneon his right. He instinctually turned to the left door - It was plain white with a round brass doorknob - and opened it. Inside was everything he was familiar with. There were momentos and keepsakes everywhere, but they had all been untouched for as long as Ryou could remember.
Then he came across the millenium ring, sitting in the darkest corner of the room, on Ryou's bed. And yet, something seemed different about it. Ryou began to notice small differences - There were four, not five, points hanging from the edge, the center ring of the eye was missing, and the simple brown string from which it had always hung was instead replaced with a thin, tattered, golden chain. The ring alone he took with him, but soon found it to be lighter than he remembered, as he left the room, not caring for any of his other posessions.
Then he took in the appearance of the other door. Simple though it was, it stood out tremendously. The door was painted black, but the paint was chipping in several places. There were flecks of a deep reddish, but most of them were worn down. The doorknob was a rounded red stone within a silver brace. Ryou turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open. He peered inside to a dimly lit room with an odd scent that Ryou could not quite identify. The walls were walls of stone with a texture similar to sand, and covered in small but detailed carvings and paintings. There was an odd assortment of stones, gems, and other simple yet beautiful items within the room, and several stones which were shaped similarly to an arrowhead.
Ryou sat in the emptiest corner and stared at the wall opposite him. He got the strangest feeling that he was being watched. After several minutes of sitting with his back against the wall, Ryou jumped to the sound of Bakura's voice.
"That's your wall, you know."
Ryou turned to look at the spirit, who had suddenly appeared, leaning against the wall to Ryou's left. "My wall?" He repeated, not understanding what Bakura had meant.
Bakura looked to the wall on his left, avoiding Ryou's stare again. "For a thousand years or more, I have had nobody to speak to. Subconscious thoughts passed through me, without my knowing, that I still cannot remember. But some thoughts made themselves known to me. As rare as they were, I found myself writing them down, not wanting to loose them. I've began to run out of room, though, as you can probably see."
Ryou nodded and glanced around again. "But," His eyes fell again to the carvings before him, "What do you mean by 'your wall'?"
Bakura almost grinned, lowering his head, and chuckled. "I believe you already know, Aibou," He replied, then turned to face Ryou, "But if only you could see." Bakura again stood and vanished into the thich stench of the air.
The millenium ring slipped from Ryou's hands and landed on the floor.
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Nyaa, 'tis ours, precious... It musn't ask us, not its business... X3 Anyways, I am enjoying the progression of ficcyness. This shall be fun.
gninaeM elbuoD
(( Mondai Senshi ))
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I think I found my direction~!! Oh, the possibilities~!! ^^ Read, read, enjoy the shonen lovieness~!! Oo` And I might even be able to get two fics out of my ramblings within my head~!! X3 Ah, ai desu~!!
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this fic belong to me, and no profit is being made in writing this story.
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After several duels and a round of burgers for everyone, Ryou went home again, distracted as usual, to his empty house. It seemed more lonely than usual, today, as Bakura stayed within the confounds of the millenium ring.
That night, Ryou had a most unusual dream. He found himself walking through a hallway when he came across two doors, one on his left, and oneon his right. He instinctually turned to the left door - It was plain white with a round brass doorknob - and opened it. Inside was everything he was familiar with. There were momentos and keepsakes everywhere, but they had all been untouched for as long as Ryou could remember.
Then he came across the millenium ring, sitting in the darkest corner of the room, on Ryou's bed. And yet, something seemed different about it. Ryou began to notice small differences - There were four, not five, points hanging from the edge, the center ring of the eye was missing, and the simple brown string from which it had always hung was instead replaced with a thin, tattered, golden chain. The ring alone he took with him, but soon found it to be lighter than he remembered, as he left the room, not caring for any of his other posessions.
Then he took in the appearance of the other door. Simple though it was, it stood out tremendously. The door was painted black, but the paint was chipping in several places. There were flecks of a deep reddish, but most of them were worn down. The doorknob was a rounded red stone within a silver brace. Ryou turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open. He peered inside to a dimly lit room with an odd scent that Ryou could not quite identify. The walls were walls of stone with a texture similar to sand, and covered in small but detailed carvings and paintings. There was an odd assortment of stones, gems, and other simple yet beautiful items within the room, and several stones which were shaped similarly to an arrowhead.
Ryou sat in the emptiest corner and stared at the wall opposite him. He got the strangest feeling that he was being watched. After several minutes of sitting with his back against the wall, Ryou jumped to the sound of Bakura's voice.
"That's your wall, you know."
Ryou turned to look at the spirit, who had suddenly appeared, leaning against the wall to Ryou's left. "My wall?" He repeated, not understanding what Bakura had meant.
Bakura looked to the wall on his left, avoiding Ryou's stare again. "For a thousand years or more, I have had nobody to speak to. Subconscious thoughts passed through me, without my knowing, that I still cannot remember. But some thoughts made themselves known to me. As rare as they were, I found myself writing them down, not wanting to loose them. I've began to run out of room, though, as you can probably see."
Ryou nodded and glanced around again. "But," His eyes fell again to the carvings before him, "What do you mean by 'your wall'?"
Bakura almost grinned, lowering his head, and chuckled. "I believe you already know, Aibou," He replied, then turned to face Ryou, "But if only you could see." Bakura again stood and vanished into the thich stench of the air.
The millenium ring slipped from Ryou's hands and landed on the floor.
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Nyaa, 'tis ours, precious... It musn't ask us, not its business... X3 Anyways, I am enjoying the progression of ficcyness. This shall be fun.
