Happy New Years!
Um... well, my new computer doesn't have a word or works program with spellcheck (and I also can't bold things) so... chapters may have more mistakes in them.
SSCeles
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A smirk crawled across my face. Time to have my first taste of freedom. I'm going to have a little fun... But It must be quiet fun. I don't want to wake the boy's father. I really don't want him to know about my presence quite yet. A fool he was to find the Ring, and an even bigger fool to give the cursed thing to his own son. I'm in control now.
I slid out of the boys bed. Dang. I forgot how small people are when they're kids. I turned my head towards a light coming from outside. The room wasn't very cold. For it being night time, it should be much colder. I went towards the window. A white powdery substance was sitting on the rim. I stuck my hand out to see what it was. My hand came in contact with something solid. Like a wall. A wall I could see through so clearly it looked real? No... It was cold.
Ok, whatever that white stuff is has my curiosity sparked now.
There was a latch on the window-clear wall thing. I looked it over. Perhaps it was like a box or a chest and it would open. I fiddled with the latch and pulled the clear wall up with some effort. Cold air nipped at my exposed skin. I'd never felt anything so cold or so unrelentless. But the white powder... I must find out what it is. It falls from the sky like rain, but slower...
I reached my hand out and grabbed a fist full and hissed as brought the handful of it back inside the warm room and closed and latched the window again. The white powder glitter and was as cold as ever. It was beautiful.
But it was still something I had never come across before. Ever. Anyplace. I look at it some more. Hn. It's wet now. Its not powder. In fact... its getting warmer and melting.
A pool of water was all that was left in my hand. That... was odd. My first discovery of the new millennia. It rains a cold white powder that melts eventually. I wonder what its called.
I looked up at the clear wall inside the window. I also wonder what thats called. But it was an interesting and at least useful invention. To seal out the outside when it was cold, but allows you to open the outside when it was hot.
I shook my head and whiped my hand on the boys clothes to dry it. Walking outside the room and into the hall I could see life-like paintings on the wall. Better painted than any scribe's work I'd seen on the tomb walls. Fascinating.
It must be true what they say. You learn something new everyday. Well now I'm making up for all the stuff I didn't learn while I was stuck in the Ring.
The hallway ended and opened up into a room. The floor was cold and delicately tiled. A table and chairs were there, and a counter. Oh! And a bowl of fruit. I reached up over the counter and plucked one out. The counter was nearly as tall as the boy was, but I still managed to snatch an apple. I thoughtfully bit into it, and continued to look around the eating room.
I suddenly became dizzy and lost my balance. I leaned on one of the chairs for support, but my head was spinning and my vision was blacking out. I had no idea what was going on or how to control it.... The chair collapsed to the floor and I with it. It clattered noisly and I screamed against my own will and crawled under the table.
I barely noticed when the lights in the room flicked on, and the tablecloth was pulled up and I was pulled out by someone, and I struggled, kicking furiously. But I was so small...
"Ryou! Ryou!! Calm down!"
I screamed again and broke free and fell only to hit my head on the damn table. Stupid Ra foresaken table! I was drifting...spinning... the sands of time were spilling again, and I was all but caught up in the tide of time, pushing me downward and backward into my memories....
My memories. They were coming back to me again. The boy was dreaming. The day... the day after.... Kuruelna.... NO! I don't want relive it all over AGAIN!
******flashback*
Suddenly bad singing echoed down the empty Nile river, and Bakura cringed.
"Whoever that is, he sure can't sing." he commented.
As the voiced dawned ever nearer Bakura watched as a small woven boat full of... fish... float by, half being pushed along by a spikey blue haired guy.
"Hn, maybe I can catch a ride...OI! YOU! With the raft!"
"OI, there friend!" the blue haired fisherman shouted back and waved.
Bakura gave a quick glance around the water to check for crocodiles. Being eaten wasn't on his to do list. Seeing as there were none he waded knee deep into the water and called out again the fisher.
"Can I get a ride up the river?!"
"Ah! Sure!"
Bakura smirked inwardly to himself, he knew he wasn't going to just catch a ride. He was going to take the ride, minus the fisherman.
The reed boat pulled over near Bakura and he swam to it and thanked the fisherman for the ride. The boat smelled horribly of fish... but nevertheless, it was a ride. The guy pushed away from shore with his pole and got back into the current of the Nile.
Bakura's eyes narrowed mischievously and he chuckled a little. He stood up from the edge of the raft and pushed the fisherman into the water and grabbed the pole away to the other side of the boat.
"What! HEY! Trickster! Redeem yourself and help me back to my boat!!"
"Don't think so, friend." he stressed sarcastically on the word 'friend' and pushed off with the pole, and the boat floated quickly away leaving the fisherman splashing aimlessly behind it, "Be thankful there are no crocodiles," Bakura continued, "It's your lucky day! The gods don't hate you nearly as much as they do me! Hah!"
******end flashback*
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ATTENTION!
author's note: Ok, the blue haired fisherman was Mako. Of course. And um... I know I'm bringing Malik into this as a past self... but I'm wondering just how far apart the flashbacks should be. Well really, I know what I'm doing with this story: writing Bakura's POV of the events behind the series involving him, his past life, and how he treats Ryou. It's the common fanfic that has Bakura abuse Ryou. Do I go with that? Or no? Do I simply have him be cruel and evil and just ignore the poor kid? And the Egypt flashbacks... Bakura and Malik as partners in crime, of course. ...I'll need to make up more than half Bakura's story realisicly. ^_^ Ok, I know what I'm doing, but does anyone have any requests for the story?
Thank you!
Um... well, my new computer doesn't have a word or works program with spellcheck (and I also can't bold things) so... chapters may have more mistakes in them.
SSCeles
*************
A smirk crawled across my face. Time to have my first taste of freedom. I'm going to have a little fun... But It must be quiet fun. I don't want to wake the boy's father. I really don't want him to know about my presence quite yet. A fool he was to find the Ring, and an even bigger fool to give the cursed thing to his own son. I'm in control now.
I slid out of the boys bed. Dang. I forgot how small people are when they're kids. I turned my head towards a light coming from outside. The room wasn't very cold. For it being night time, it should be much colder. I went towards the window. A white powdery substance was sitting on the rim. I stuck my hand out to see what it was. My hand came in contact with something solid. Like a wall. A wall I could see through so clearly it looked real? No... It was cold.
Ok, whatever that white stuff is has my curiosity sparked now.
There was a latch on the window-clear wall thing. I looked it over. Perhaps it was like a box or a chest and it would open. I fiddled with the latch and pulled the clear wall up with some effort. Cold air nipped at my exposed skin. I'd never felt anything so cold or so unrelentless. But the white powder... I must find out what it is. It falls from the sky like rain, but slower...
I reached my hand out and grabbed a fist full and hissed as brought the handful of it back inside the warm room and closed and latched the window again. The white powder glitter and was as cold as ever. It was beautiful.
But it was still something I had never come across before. Ever. Anyplace. I look at it some more. Hn. It's wet now. Its not powder. In fact... its getting warmer and melting.
A pool of water was all that was left in my hand. That... was odd. My first discovery of the new millennia. It rains a cold white powder that melts eventually. I wonder what its called.
I looked up at the clear wall inside the window. I also wonder what thats called. But it was an interesting and at least useful invention. To seal out the outside when it was cold, but allows you to open the outside when it was hot.
I shook my head and whiped my hand on the boys clothes to dry it. Walking outside the room and into the hall I could see life-like paintings on the wall. Better painted than any scribe's work I'd seen on the tomb walls. Fascinating.
It must be true what they say. You learn something new everyday. Well now I'm making up for all the stuff I didn't learn while I was stuck in the Ring.
The hallway ended and opened up into a room. The floor was cold and delicately tiled. A table and chairs were there, and a counter. Oh! And a bowl of fruit. I reached up over the counter and plucked one out. The counter was nearly as tall as the boy was, but I still managed to snatch an apple. I thoughtfully bit into it, and continued to look around the eating room.
I suddenly became dizzy and lost my balance. I leaned on one of the chairs for support, but my head was spinning and my vision was blacking out. I had no idea what was going on or how to control it.... The chair collapsed to the floor and I with it. It clattered noisly and I screamed against my own will and crawled under the table.
I barely noticed when the lights in the room flicked on, and the tablecloth was pulled up and I was pulled out by someone, and I struggled, kicking furiously. But I was so small...
"Ryou! Ryou!! Calm down!"
I screamed again and broke free and fell only to hit my head on the damn table. Stupid Ra foresaken table! I was drifting...spinning... the sands of time were spilling again, and I was all but caught up in the tide of time, pushing me downward and backward into my memories....
My memories. They were coming back to me again. The boy was dreaming. The day... the day after.... Kuruelna.... NO! I don't want relive it all over AGAIN!
******flashback*
Suddenly bad singing echoed down the empty Nile river, and Bakura cringed.
"Whoever that is, he sure can't sing." he commented.
As the voiced dawned ever nearer Bakura watched as a small woven boat full of... fish... float by, half being pushed along by a spikey blue haired guy.
"Hn, maybe I can catch a ride...OI! YOU! With the raft!"
"OI, there friend!" the blue haired fisherman shouted back and waved.
Bakura gave a quick glance around the water to check for crocodiles. Being eaten wasn't on his to do list. Seeing as there were none he waded knee deep into the water and called out again the fisher.
"Can I get a ride up the river?!"
"Ah! Sure!"
Bakura smirked inwardly to himself, he knew he wasn't going to just catch a ride. He was going to take the ride, minus the fisherman.
The reed boat pulled over near Bakura and he swam to it and thanked the fisherman for the ride. The boat smelled horribly of fish... but nevertheless, it was a ride. The guy pushed away from shore with his pole and got back into the current of the Nile.
Bakura's eyes narrowed mischievously and he chuckled a little. He stood up from the edge of the raft and pushed the fisherman into the water and grabbed the pole away to the other side of the boat.
"What! HEY! Trickster! Redeem yourself and help me back to my boat!!"
"Don't think so, friend." he stressed sarcastically on the word 'friend' and pushed off with the pole, and the boat floated quickly away leaving the fisherman splashing aimlessly behind it, "Be thankful there are no crocodiles," Bakura continued, "It's your lucky day! The gods don't hate you nearly as much as they do me! Hah!"
******end flashback*
*************
ATTENTION!
author's note: Ok, the blue haired fisherman was Mako. Of course. And um... I know I'm bringing Malik into this as a past self... but I'm wondering just how far apart the flashbacks should be. Well really, I know what I'm doing with this story: writing Bakura's POV of the events behind the series involving him, his past life, and how he treats Ryou. It's the common fanfic that has Bakura abuse Ryou. Do I go with that? Or no? Do I simply have him be cruel and evil and just ignore the poor kid? And the Egypt flashbacks... Bakura and Malik as partners in crime, of course. ...I'll need to make up more than half Bakura's story realisicly. ^_^ Ok, I know what I'm doing, but does anyone have any requests for the story?
Thank you!