Placateshipping (Ryo x Kisara)

(I haven't updated in a while...I sincerely apologize; things have been crazy.)

Even before the accident, Ryo Bakura had been fascinated by the idea of spirits. He had consumed entire books on the subject, listened with awe to his father's wild tales about the curses and tombs he had come across in foreign places, and often unintentionally scared his little sister whenever he made a mention of ghosts.

After the accident, the fascination turned into an obsession.

If only he could see his mother and sister again. If only he could talk to them one last time. If only he could, just for a moment, be in their presence so he could really say goodbye. Alone as he was, transferring from school to school with little success at making friends, he found every waking moment outside of school focusing on the occult.

So, although an accident, it was no surprise that he met her in the way that he did.

Seances were not something that you were really supposed to do alone. But Ryo didn't know anyone at this new school, and even if he did, they probably wouldn't want to join him. So here he was alone, attempting to contact the spirits with a Ouija board that had seen better days.

As always, the pointer barely moved. And that was probably his own shaking fingers that caused the slight movement. He sighed, and shoved the board away. He leaned back so that his head was resting against his bed. His eyes fluttered shut. He was so tired. The first day always hit the hardest at any new school. No matter how many times he transferred. For a moment, he tried to imagine the face of his sister, Amane. It was hard. Time had blurred the memory. The idea that Amane and his mother were so hard to remember made him tense up inside. No, no, no, he couldn't forget them. He couldn't let go of them. The barest hint of a tear started at the edge of his eyes.

Creeeak.

Ryo's eyes snapped open. What was that? Was someone in the house?

He glanced around the bedroom. Nothing. He shifted onto his knees and crawled across the room, peeking down the hallway of his new apartment. Nothing. It had sounded like it was coming from his room, anyway...

Creeeak.

That was definitely inside his room. He looked back over his shoulder.

He drew in a sharp, nervous breath. The Ouija board...was moving.

After a moment's hesitation, he crawled back to the board. The pointer was shifting with soft, unnatural creaks. At first, Ryo couldn't tell what it was saying. But then it repeated itself.

Are you all right?

Ryo just stared at the words for a few minutes. Then the message stated to change.

Is this thing working? Can you see what I'm saying?

Ryo swallowed through a dry throat.

"I...I can see what you're saying," he said aloud, wondering if that would work.

The pointer froze. Then it started again.

Good, I wasn't sure if this would work. It looks like this is the only thing I can move right now.

Ryo's palms started to sweat. The Ouija board was actually doing something. There was a ghost, probably right in front of him, reaching out and touching the board and making it move to talk to him.

Was he asleep? Dreaming? There was no way this was real.

Are you all right? You looked like you were crying.

The absurdity of the situation almost made Ryo want to laugh. Since when did ghosts contact living people to ask if they were all right? Wasn't it usually the other way around?

"I...I'm fine."

You're lonely, aren't you?

Ryo started.

"You can tell?"

You live alone in a tiny apartment...there is only one photograph of your family. And you are trying to contact spirits with this thing. Someone you love is gone, right?

The tears pricked at Ryo's eyes again.

"Y-yes."

Who?

"My mom...and my sister."

The pointer hesitated.

I...when I was alive, I lost a lot of people too. My friends, my family...everyone died or was taken away when the bandits came...

"I'm so sorry," Ryo said.

It doesn't matter anymore; it's been three thousand years now.

Ryo started. Three thousand years? Exactly what kind of spirit was he talking to?

"Um...if I may ask...what's your name?"

I am Kisara. What about you?

"Ryo. Ryo Bakura."

Pleased to meet you...I guess. We haven't really met, have we?

Ryo smiled slightly. It was weird; this ghost seemed to be able to talk and quip with him as any living person would. He never expected a ghost to be anything other than vengeful or sad or haunted by some other emotion. This was like having a normal conversation.

"I guess not. It's not much different than the Internet, I suppose."

And inexplicably, he could hear her laugh. It was a soft, musical soft, barely a whisper past his ears, but it filled him up with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

"Um, Kisara-san...thanks," he said awkwardly. "I...you were right, I have been pretty lonely. Even if this isn't a normal event, I'm glad to have someone to talk to."

"I...I'm glad too..."

And that didn't come from the board. That came from the air in front of him, a real, solid voice, not airy and echoey as he expected a ghost to sound.

For a brief moment, he could see her. Sitting crosslegged in front of the board with her pale hand on the pointer, moving it across the board, she was a frail looking thing. Like a breeze could take her away. Deep blue eyes shone from underneath long white hair, so shiny and luscious that it seemed there were hints of metallic blue within it.

But then she was no longer there, or at least, he could no longer see her.

It was a strange situation. Normally the spirit was the one to be placated. But Ryo wasn't sure who was reassuring who yet.

He didn't mind not knowing.


A/N: This is canon. I don't care what anybody says; this is now a part of my personal canon. :) Next is Pixelshipping (Noa x Meyari/Adina). If you don't know who Meyari/Adina is, then do you remember the princess that looked like Mokuba from Kaiba's virtual world in that totally unnecessary filler arc? Yeah, that's her.