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Ryou: "Why'd you have to make me so mean Tara?"
Tara: whispers something in his ear causing Ryou to blush
Ryou: "Oh!"
Bakura: "Hey, what's going on!"
Tara: "Nothing 'Kura!" XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or any of it's characters. Why can't they be mine?! XD
Anyway, without any further adu, I now give you Chapter 3 of the Vision! Insert applause here
Ryou quickly wrapped up his wrist. He couldn't believe that he had actually been that close to committing suicide. Ryou splashed water on his face and looked at himself in the mirror.
He looked like a mess. His hair was jacked up and the nasty bruises on his face stood out on his pale complexion. To make matters worse, due to his lack of sleep, he had black circles under his eyes.
He got into the shower and relished the feeling of the hot water on his aching body. He wished he could stay in the shower forever, but then he realized that he didn't take the guaze off of the wounds on his wrists, so once he was out of the shower, he made haste to change them and he quickly began to treat his other wounds.
Ryou was used to this. Every day he'd come into the bathroom and treat some new wounds. At school, he'd try his best to hide them. Running a brush through his damp hair, Ryou wondered if things would ever change. Why did he have to be so weak all of the time? Ryou wished that he could be strong.
Ryou sighed and got changed into his kiddy blue pj's with stars on them, and brushed his teeth. He couldn't stand having gross teeth. He hated the thought of having nasty breath.
Once he was finished, he walked into the living room, sat down on the couch, and turned on the tv. He wasn't going to get much sleep tonight either.
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Bakura grumbled as he walked down the streets in the pouring rain. Where the hell did the kid live? He'd been walking around for what he guessed was one hour and he still hadn't come close to finding him.
He picked up his pace as he struggled to remember everything that Kisara told him. He recalled her saying that he would have a new body. He wondered what he looked like now. He looked down and pulled at the black trench coat he was wearing. He also noticed that he was wearing a dark blue and white striped t-shirt underneath the coat and was wearing tight dark blue jeans with white and blue tennis shoes.
Bakura yearned to have the garment he wore back in Egypt. It was much simpler than this one, and more comfortable as well. Bakura then pulled at his long, white hair. At least that didn't change. Then, looking down at his hands, he noticed that he was pale instead of tanned.
Bakura shrugged; at least he hadn't changed too much. He lost a bit of his muscles, and was a bit thinner, but that could all change as soon as he got used to living in this time period. Never did Bakura think that he would live to see this far into the future.
It was like a dream to him, none of this seemed real. It was a totally different enviroment than Egypt as well. This one was cold and damp, while Egypt was hot and dry.
Bakura hated this place already, there was no way that he was going to get used to it. Then he stopped in front of a large, lonely looking mansion. Great, not only was the boy probably going to be a dork, he was a rich and spoiled kid too! This would be fun. He would be sure to change everything for the kid once he got inside.
He stepped up to the door and wondered what he should do. In this time and day, did people just walk in unannounced? Should he knock?
Figuring that walking in would be a bit rude and would give him a bad first impression, he knocked on the door and simply waited.
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Ryou hid under the covers as another bolt of lightning struck somewhere outside. He always hated thunderstorms. He was scared of the thunder and lightning and he was always scared that it would someday go through his bedroom window and shock him.
He whimpered as thunder tore across the air again and reached for his teddy bear that lay on the floor. Once he retrieved it, he pulled it close to him and pulled the pillow over his head to try and block out the noise.
While most fifteen year old boys would be ashamed to still have a stuffed bear, Ryou didn't mind in the least. He loved the bear; his mother had made it for him for his birthday a week before she died. He wouldn't be able to ever part with it.
Ryou then heard another sound coming from downstairs. It was faint at first, but then it got louder. He thought that it sounded like someone knocking on his door. Ryou shrunk back further into his bed again. What if it was a murderer? That would be his luck. He figured that he had just imagined the sound; it's not like anyone would like to visit him anyway.
Then, the doorbell rang, causing Ryou to jump in surprise. He held his teddy bear closer, pulled the blanket around his body, and with teary eyes, made his way down the stairs.
He opened the door and widened his eyes when he saw a soaking wet man with a peculiar neclace on his neck. Ryou's mouth dropped; this man was-
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Beautiful… that's the only word Bakura could use to describe the boy in front of him. He wondered how old the kid was, him being sixteen himself. The boy's immaculate chocolate brown eyes widened. Bakura began to have second thoughts about this. He was scaring the boy.
Then Bakura noticed something about the boy that filled him with an intense anger. The boy was covered with bruises, cuts, and scars. How could anyone hurt such a beautiful angel? Wait! Beautiful? Since when did he think anything or anyone for that matter was beautiful?
The boy then asked in a voice so soft that it sounded as quiet as a whisper, "W- who are you?" Dear ra! Even the boy's voice was angelic.
Bakura then replied, "I'm Bakura… and you are?"
The boy tilted his head cutely. "I- I'm Ryou. Hello Bakura-kun. It's nice to meet you." Ryou, oh how Bakura loved his name, then pulled some kind of stuffed bear under the blanket he had drooped around him. Bakura suspected that the boy was probably embarrassed by it.
"What do you have there?" Bakura asked with a smirk.
"Oh!" The boy blushed beat red. "I-it's nothing…"
For some reason, Bakura just loved to make the innocent boy blush. He couldn't describe it, but there was a weird feeling he got just by looking at him; and this was te first time that he met the boy! "Really…" He said and laughed causing the boy to look down at the ground.
"I don't mean to be rude Bakura-kun… but why are you here?" Ryou asked looking up at him with a confused look on his face.
Bakura's smile disappeared at this. He hadn't exactly thought this far. What was he going to tell him? Look kid, I'm from 5,000 years ago, and I'm here to protect you from something. And guess what? I don't even know what it is yet! By the way, this is the first time I've met you, and I'm already fond of- wait, what was he saying? Bakura liked no one! That would never change.
"I… I'm homeless… I have no money… Can I stay with you until I get back on my feet?"
Ryou backed away from him at this. "I…" He looked at the ground as if he was truly considering this. "O-ok… but only until you have enough money to live on your own." Bakura smirked. Maybe the kid wasn't so bad after all.
Ryou then backed up to let Bakura into the door. If Bakura thought that he was rich before, that was an understatement. The kid's parents must have been multi millionaires or something, because everything in the kid's house looked expensive.
Ryou set down the blanket and the hidden bear on the coutch and looked at him with a smile. "This is the living room and over here is the kitchen-" Bakura zoned out on all that Ryou was saying. He couldn't believe that this was the boy he was destined to meet. He had expected a spoiled and pampered bastard, but this kid was nothing like that. It surprised him to no end. Then a question came to his mind as they entered countless bedrooms that Ryou said he could choose from.
"Hey Ryou, where are your parents? Why would they leave you alone at night; especially during a thunderstorm?" Ryou stopped dead in his tracks in front of Bakura. Bakura then began to regret asking the question. It seemed as though he had hit a bad chord in Ryou.
"I.." Ryou said. His form was shaking; Bakura could tell that he was close to crying. "They… they're not here." Ryou then turned around and put up what Bakura thought was a forced smile and said, "Anyway, your clothes are soaked. I could wash them for you if you'd like." There was a hint of blush on Ryou's face and Bakura laughed inwardly. The kid was just too cute.
"Sure! But then what do you plan for me to wear while you're washing them?" Ryou blushed even harder and pursed his lips in thought.
"Well… I'm sure you'd like to take a shower; once you get in there, you can hand me your clothes and I'll wash them."
Bakura shrugged, "Sure, fine; that works!"
Ryou smiled. "Alright then! Here's the bathroom…" Bakura walked into the spacious bathroom and took off his shirt. Hearing a squeak of embarassment behind him, he turned around and smirked at the flushed Ryou. "Are you going to stay here and watch? Or are you going to go out into the hallway and wait for me to give you my clothes?"
Ryou blushed even harder. "I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean it that way! I just- I didn't expect-"
Bakura laughed at him and said, "It's fine! I'll hand you my clothes once I'm done!" Ryou then turned around and left without another word.
Bakura smirked. He was beginning to like this kid.
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