As Ryou opened his eyes he looked around; where the hell was he? Everywhere he looked all he saw was broken buildings. At either end of the street he was sat in was a canyon. And that was it. Where was he? The last he knew he'd fallen asleep. Then he'd had a dream about flying, flying away from the world and back again. Then he'd woken up, and here he was, in the middle of nowhere, all alone in a place that looked like it hadn't been inhabited for thousands of years.
The wind whistled in between some of the buildings and he shivered, he didn't know what it was, but it made him feel uneasy.
He got up and dusted himself off, slowly, courteously, beginning to walk. His footsteps echoed through the streets. He shuddered unconsciously again; he definitely didn't like it here. It looked like a ghost town.
"Ryooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" the wind whispered. He knew it couldn't be calling him, but he suddenly felt drawn to an old building that looked like a bar. He felt like he was in the Wild West, only it was nothing like the movies.
"Bakura." Ryou whispered, missing his love, even so soon after leaving his side.
"I wish you were here. I wouldn't care where I was, where we were, if you were here." A gentle tear slipped down his face and he shook himself. He had to find a way back. And anyway, Bakura didn't love him. His actions made that quite clear.
The first thought he had was that this was all a dream, but after pinching himself, he decided it wasn't, it left a pink mark on his skin, and it hurt.
But if he wasn't dreaming, how could he be here.
"Ryooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" came the wind's whisper again. Everything about this place freaked him out; nothing felt right or normal.
"Cooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmme to meeeeeeeeeeeeee."
Ryou shivered again, it sounded like a voice, but it couldn't be. It was the wind and his mind playing tricks on him. He was starting to get scared, so his mind was playing tricks on him. That was all, he just had to ignore it.
But as he walked past that bar, his mind blanked, his body suddenly racked with pain.
He screamed, it felt like all his nerves were on fire, he wanted it to stop, that's all, he just wanted anything to make it stop. Anything to happen to stop it hurting. He stumbled backwards a few steps and fell over, Then it stopped.
Everything stopped. What was happening here?! All he knew was that he wanted to go, but his mind wanted to go into that bar. He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted to so badly!
In the end he just gave in, as he started to walk towards the unhinged double doors, he felt a surge of pleasure shoot through him. Someone, or something, wanted him in there, but was it good or evil? Should or shouldn't he? What should he do?
His legs gave out from under him as he was so scared, he didn't want to go in that dilapidated bar, but he couldn't move either way now because that pain would strike him again. If he wanted to move, he had to go in there.
So that's where he stayed. He stayed on the ground in the middle of that age old street, trying to find a way out of his situation, other than going in that building, which was the only thing his mind presented him with. And that made him mad.
"What would Bakura think of you if he saw you now?!" he scolded himself,
"He would expect you to take that pain like a man and walk out of it! Not sit here crying like a baby! hang on a sec, crying?!" He brought a tentative hand to his face and did indeed feel tears there, and that made him feel even more enraged at himself, and made him think even more of the spirit of the ring.
Hang on!
The Ring!
His millennium Ring!
The answer!
His Shadow Magic!
The way out!
His answer!
He closed his eyes and concentrated his whole being on his Ring and his home, he would do this! It would work!
He thought of his home, of his life, of his friends, of his spirit, of his Bakura.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnt youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu." The wind whispered, breaking his train of thoughts. He somehow knew his Shadow Magic wouldn't work here anyway, wherever 'here' was.
Now he tried, he knew.
