I woke up with a start. Memories. They had come flooding back to me in that dream. I haven't had a single dream since I came here. Not one, natta. So many wierd things have started happening since this boy showed up. The boy! Where was he?
I felt something squirm next to my hand. Something was moving under my coat! And the something poked his head out.
"Hello! You're awake now, that's good. I just had the wierdest dream, too."
"..."
OK. The kid thinks he can just pop into this soul realm inside the Ring whenever he wants to and waltz into MY room like he owns the place and fall alseep under MY coat. That's got to change.
"Um, hello?" he waved his hand in front of my face.
"Brat," I caught his wrist and shoved it back at him, "What are you doing in my room?!"
The eight year old looked up at me with wide eyes and crawled backwards some, "...you never said I couldn't. I wanted to ask you what your name is, but you was asleep..."
"I never said you could come here, either."
"I...I'll leave, I just want to know you're name."
"For what reason, kid?"
"Well, I think I'll be coming here alot. I might want to know who else lives in my Ring. Could you just please tell me your name? I'm Ryou Bakura."
"You already know my name."
"Huh?"
"Bakura."
"Oh, you're first name is the same as my last name." he giggled, "That's odd."
He stood up, "Well, I'll be leaving now, Bakura. Maybe we can talk later, you can go back to your sleeping now."
The boy, Ryou, left and closed the door quietly behind him.
"..."
Wait a second. He heard and saw my dream, too?! I can't let him see my dreams, my past. He'll get too curious, even at such a young age.
I want to live again. This time, right now. I'm not going to let a little boy stop me. I will live again. And there's nothing anyone can do about it. I'll collect the items and put my village's spirits to peace, and at the same time, enter the Necropolis and become ruler over all! Hah! And all I have to do... is live again. This time I have a chance, this time, there's no pharaoh. There's no priests and this time, the gods must be on my side, because they're the ones who gave me a second chance anyways!
I stood up and put on my coat. Now that I have a reason to live again, and since I'm immortal, I've got all the time in the world to achieve my goals. Where to start? Gather the items. Good plan. The Ring should show me where they are.
But who am I kidding? I'm trapt in a little boy's body.
Oh well. It's better than going back to sleep and reliving my past. I'd rather move into the future.
Speaking of which, I wonder how long I've been in this blasted Ring... Admittingly, I don't know.
//Hey, Rayouu...//
/My name is Ryou. Re-u./
//That's for you to know, me not to care. But tell me, how old is the Ring?//
/The pendant that dad gave me? Its um, he said, I think... Oh... I think he said about five thousand years old. that would be around 3,000BC. It's now AD1997./
Smart kid. Woah... I didn't know I'd been in here that long. I guess I spent more time sleeping than I had thought.
//What time of day is it?//
/Night time, silly. I should be asleep. Don't tell dad I'm still awake and in here, please? He'll be unhappy./
"Night time..." I said to myself so he couldn't hear me, "perfect. Now I can have a look around." I opened my door. The light in the hall was off, and it was dark, all except for a faint glow coming from the now dormant, once moving wall. The key out. I'm sure the boy was in his room. It's night time for him, he should be asleep in his soul room soon. But I, I shall be enjoying my freedom.
I slinked out of my door, closed it quietly, and made a dash for the wall. I hesitated as I reached it, and took a breath. It was odd last time I went through. It has felt like I was doing something that I shouldn't be able to. Like, cheating at a game. It was a thrilling feeling. I loved to challenge things I wasn't allowed to do. It didn't thrill me nearly as much as stealing things or my old hobby of being a tomb robber. I'd always miss that. But this feeling was an adrenilin rush all the same.
The next thing I did was walk out the wall. But I closed my eyes just before the same blinding light as before hit me.
Slowly I opened my new eyes again. I looked at the ceiling. It had green glowling shapes on it. And Ra, this bed is soft. I wonder what cloth and stuffing its made out of. Becuase it sure ain't made out of hay and linen.
I felt something squirm next to my hand. Something was moving under my coat! And the something poked his head out.
"Hello! You're awake now, that's good. I just had the wierdest dream, too."
"..."
OK. The kid thinks he can just pop into this soul realm inside the Ring whenever he wants to and waltz into MY room like he owns the place and fall alseep under MY coat. That's got to change.
"Um, hello?" he waved his hand in front of my face.
"Brat," I caught his wrist and shoved it back at him, "What are you doing in my room?!"
The eight year old looked up at me with wide eyes and crawled backwards some, "...you never said I couldn't. I wanted to ask you what your name is, but you was asleep..."
"I never said you could come here, either."
"I...I'll leave, I just want to know you're name."
"For what reason, kid?"
"Well, I think I'll be coming here alot. I might want to know who else lives in my Ring. Could you just please tell me your name? I'm Ryou Bakura."
"You already know my name."
"Huh?"
"Bakura."
"Oh, you're first name is the same as my last name." he giggled, "That's odd."
He stood up, "Well, I'll be leaving now, Bakura. Maybe we can talk later, you can go back to your sleeping now."
The boy, Ryou, left and closed the door quietly behind him.
"..."
Wait a second. He heard and saw my dream, too?! I can't let him see my dreams, my past. He'll get too curious, even at such a young age.
I want to live again. This time, right now. I'm not going to let a little boy stop me. I will live again. And there's nothing anyone can do about it. I'll collect the items and put my village's spirits to peace, and at the same time, enter the Necropolis and become ruler over all! Hah! And all I have to do... is live again. This time I have a chance, this time, there's no pharaoh. There's no priests and this time, the gods must be on my side, because they're the ones who gave me a second chance anyways!
I stood up and put on my coat. Now that I have a reason to live again, and since I'm immortal, I've got all the time in the world to achieve my goals. Where to start? Gather the items. Good plan. The Ring should show me where they are.
But who am I kidding? I'm trapt in a little boy's body.
Oh well. It's better than going back to sleep and reliving my past. I'd rather move into the future.
Speaking of which, I wonder how long I've been in this blasted Ring... Admittingly, I don't know.
//Hey, Rayouu...//
/My name is Ryou. Re-u./
//That's for you to know, me not to care. But tell me, how old is the Ring?//
/The pendant that dad gave me? Its um, he said, I think... Oh... I think he said about five thousand years old. that would be around 3,000BC. It's now AD1997./
Smart kid. Woah... I didn't know I'd been in here that long. I guess I spent more time sleeping than I had thought.
//What time of day is it?//
/Night time, silly. I should be asleep. Don't tell dad I'm still awake and in here, please? He'll be unhappy./
"Night time..." I said to myself so he couldn't hear me, "perfect. Now I can have a look around." I opened my door. The light in the hall was off, and it was dark, all except for a faint glow coming from the now dormant, once moving wall. The key out. I'm sure the boy was in his room. It's night time for him, he should be asleep in his soul room soon. But I, I shall be enjoying my freedom.
I slinked out of my door, closed it quietly, and made a dash for the wall. I hesitated as I reached it, and took a breath. It was odd last time I went through. It has felt like I was doing something that I shouldn't be able to. Like, cheating at a game. It was a thrilling feeling. I loved to challenge things I wasn't allowed to do. It didn't thrill me nearly as much as stealing things or my old hobby of being a tomb robber. I'd always miss that. But this feeling was an adrenilin rush all the same.
The next thing I did was walk out the wall. But I closed my eyes just before the same blinding light as before hit me.
Slowly I opened my new eyes again. I looked at the ceiling. It had green glowling shapes on it. And Ra, this bed is soft. I wonder what cloth and stuffing its made out of. Becuase it sure ain't made out of hay and linen.