Chapter 0ne: Piano

I would like to thank a couple people before you read the story;

All my friends: for reading my stories and putting up with this one in particular

If you look on the main page there's the origin of this story… err, how I got the idea. I also researched Japanese school days and it said something about 'they are going towards five day school weeks, but still usually go to school on two or three Saturdays a month.' Source: http/www.embjapan.dk/Spotlight2/education.htm. So, I'm just going to pretend that they have five day school weeks… they only get one month of summer… oh yes, and Ryou will be a foreigner in this story because my step-sister said that he was in the manga—a foreign exchange student.

Disclaimer: You've heard this a million times before I bet but… I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh and anything else that you people know I don't own.

Ryou Bakura shot up. He was breathing hard and sweating so badly that his white hair was drenched. He looked out the window; it was dark besides the street lamps that illuminated the sidewalks. He dared not look at the opposite side of the window.

"It's just a dream," he murmured, his mind urged his body beneath the blankets. "Dreams are just figments of our imagination." he shut his brown eyes and rolled over so his face was opposite the window. His neck stung and he had no idea why.

He sighed and opened his eyes again. It's so dumb to be afraid of a wimpy little nightmare. He thought. Just to prove himself wrong, he wrenched the blankets from his body.

And he saw her standing there, in all of her decaying glory. Her hair had fallen out in places and matted in the rest. He could see part of her skull because her rotting gray flesh had fallen away there. Her eyes no longer existed, they had rotted away a while ago, and those were one of the first things to go. Her once beautiful dress was torn in places, revealing even more gray flesh. There was even an organ of some kind hanging out her side, though it wouldn't last long. There's no masterpiece so great that's without maggots. Yes, all over, in her eye sockets, on the cord of the organ that swung back and forth out her body, popping up everywhere were maggots.

Ryou gasped. Her fingers were outstretched as if to grab him and strangle him on the spot right there. Ryou opened his mouth to call for help, but to no avail. Why is mother here? He thought. His mind was racing, searching for answers and so far he found none. His mother let out a ghastly noise that sounded as if you were giving an animal a horribly painful death. Ryou started to shake. He was sweating even worse now and his head began to whirl. His mother took a step closer. She was about to take another one but just as she lifted her foot-

"What the hell are you watching, Ryou!" another white haired boy flipped on the light switch and his mother disappeared. "You know you'll piss your pants and come whining to me about having nightmares," the thing was, Ryou did not have a TV in his room, nor did the whole Bakura mansion.

"Bakura," Ryou whispered, still trembling. "She was here again." Bakura rolled his eyes and then strutted over to Ryou's bed. He fell on the bed making Ryou bounce a little.

"Hey so, what did you do to your neck?" Bakura poked at Ryou's neck. Ryou swatted his hand away. "Looks like someone tried to strangle you and forgot to wash their hands." Bakura started to stroke Ryou's neck as if it were a cat.

"Why are you petting my neck?"

"Because you won't let me poke it," Bakura continued stroking.

"She was worse tonight,"

"What do you mean?"

"She was closer and she looked worse."

"Well duh, she's a corpse," Bakura saw Ryou's paper white face. He was usually very pale, but now he was worse. Ryou stared into Bakura's red eyes with sudden interest. They were like big balls of fire, but now they had lost their effect because there were circles under his eyes.

"You've been up all night Bakura."

"No shit," he halfway closed his eyes. "I can't sleep."

"Why?" Ryou probed. Sometimes Bakura would tell him things.

"Oh, just there are so many things on my mind right now, like finding a new body, this one's only gonna last a few more months at the most."

Ryou closed his eyes and remembered the day that Yugi Motou, his friend, had told him that their yamis could have their own bodies, but they had to obey the few rules for having them. Number one was keep to the same gender, or else you might be screwed up in the head or something (they didn't really want to find out). Number two, the younger the better because that the body ages four times faster than a normal one. Number three, don't come out of it unless you die and/or are forced out because this is a painful experience and it will make you stand out. Number four, stay away from anyone who claims that they can make evil spirits come out of bodies because yamis are considered 'evil spirits.'

"You just got that body not too long ago," Ryou said, reopening his eyes.

"I know but I've damaged it," He showed Ryou a big bruise on his arm.

"It's just a bruise,"

"But it hurts like hell!" they both stared at each other for a second and then turned away. Finally Ryou gathered up the courage to ask what he wanted to ask for a while now.

"Can I sleep in your room? I don't care where, I just don't want to be alone." Ryou's eyes became big and shiny. This question struck Bakura by surprise. He sighed.

"I guess," the only reason he said that was because he didn't want Mr. Bakura to find out that he'd been neglecting Ryou. Mr. Bakura hated him enough that he didn't need any more nasty looks.

Bakura led Ryou into his room. He did not complain when Ryou took his bed, though he was about to. He collapsed on the bed with out putting blankets on himself or anything. He just fell straight asleep…

The next morning he woke up with sunshine in his face. He squinted his eyes. He liked the darkness much better. Then again, he usually slept on the opposite side, where Ryou was now. So, he kicked Ryou out of bed and moved there.

"Oh my gosh!" Ryou said in his horrible foreign accent. "I'm going to be late for school!" Ryou stood up and turned around, preparing to run to his room but then he stopped. "Wait a sec… today's not a school day."

"Go to school anyways," Bakura murmured through underneath the pillow on his head.

"I can't,"

"Why?"

"Because they don't even hold classes. So, I can't go. Not even the teachers are there."

"Fine you lazy little-"

"Oh Bakura, quit whining already."

Ryou climbed into bed on Bakura's side. Bakura retreated to the wall in surprise. Of all things, he definitely wasn't expecting that. Then he saw Ryou's neck and was immediately reminded of the night before. He crawled out from under the blankets (who knows how he got under them) and got out of bed. Then he pulled Ryou out of it halfway and he picked him up in his arms. He carried him out to the door and into the hallways.

"What are you doing?" Ryou demanded.

"I want you to see that mark on your neck, there's just something that's not right about it."

"Well, you know, I can walk." Bakura stopped walking and he dropped him. "Ouch, hey!"

They both walked down to the bathroom and they both entered it. Only, Bakura wasn't in there for very long.

"Get out you pervert! You want to see me naked! Go and eat breakfast!"

"It wasn't my fault; I didn't know that you were going to take a shower." Bakura muttered angrily.

Meanwhile Ryou looked at his neck in the mirror. He poked at it and tried to wash it away, but it wouldn't go. After a little while of analyzing it, Ryou decided that this was a scar, a very big one at that. But oh how it hurt in the hot water of the shower. He wasn't in there that long because of it.

Once he got out of the shower and was dressed, he opened the door to exit the bathroom. No steam came out as it usually did because of the lack of time in it. But for some strange reason he heard piano music. He followed his ears and soon enough found Bakura standing there watching the piano with amazement.

The piano was playing by itself.