Raycom: A New Journey
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Note: Sorry for the wait. Enjoy!
"Where… Am I…?" stammered the ice Mamodo, looking around. "Hello…? I am dead? Or back in the Makai?"
"Hello!" chirped a British voice. Raycom was surprised, and looked towards where the voice was coming from.
"Who are you?" asked Raycom, as his eyes adjusted to the dark. However, the speaker flicked on the lights, and Raycom was blinded for a moment, before seeing the two white haired look-a-likes from before.
"My name is Ryou and this is Bakura…" explained the innocent one. Raycom looked over to the tougher looking one, who was watching him with a dark look.
"Is my book okay?" asked Raycom, suddenly remembering it. "Please, where is it?"
"It's right here…" said Ryou, and put the blue spell book in Raycom's hands. "But what kind of book is it? I only glanced at it and I could only read a little bit. Bakura couldn't read it at all though."
Raycom was silent for a moment, and then decided not to tell them about what he was. Not until he was positive they wouldn't hurt him. Returning to the Mamodo world was one thing, but getting killed was not on his agenda. Heck, the Mamodo World was full of his kind. He could use his powers there, even though it was mostly peaceful. He could go find his old friends that he left behind when chosen to try to become King. Of course, they could have been chosen too.
"It's… Special…" said Raycom, trying to think of an excuse. Ryou seemed to buy it, but Bakura's eyes lit up and he scowled, sitting down across from the two. "So… You can read it?"
"Yes." Said Ryou. "Would you like something to eat?"
Raycom frowned. This human was too trusting… He would be easy to control. There was no Demon King or Demon War in this world…
But…
He could rule easily…
Or at least, that's what Raycom would have thought, if Bakura hadn't just taken a bite of raw steak right in front of him. Raycom's eyes widened as he felt the essence of the teen.
"Er… Have any yellow-tailed bass?" questioned Raycom. Ryou smiled warmly and nodded, walking off into the kitchen. Raycom turned to Bakura.
"You aren't human." Stated Raycom.
"Nor are you." replied Bakura smoothly, wiping some dripping juices off the back of his hand with his tongue. "You are a demon. You aren't a monster."
Raycom smirked.
"Fine. You know what I am. Somewhat. What exactly are you?" questioned Raycom.
"Part of me is a spirit. Part of me is physical…" Bakura's eyes suddenly became black empty holes. His skin seemed to become a clay-like color, pale lavender. "And part of me is Diabound."
"Dia-wha?" Raycom frowned again. Bakura laughed and his face returned to normal.
"Nothing, little demon." Replied Bakura with a smirk. "I like you."
"Wow. Do I win a prize?" Raycom mentally berated himself for acting arrogant at a time like this. This… Human, if that was true, was part demon, and part spirit. The demon part was very strong, and he was obviously dead as his essence reeked of death.
"Hmph…" Bakura simply continued to eat his steak and Ryou walked in.
"Here you are…" said Ryou.
"Raycom. I am Raycom."
A figure smirked in the darkness.
"So… A demon passed through the Shadow Realm?"
"Hai."
"I see… I want him. He can get me out of here. I can obtain what I so long for… Bring me the Vengeful Sorcerer."
"Hai, Marikku-sama…"
"… Revenge is close… I can taste it… And…"
A pause.
"It tastes delicious… Like… Blood."
End Chapter1