White Demon, Dark Angel
Konnichi wa, minna-san! Well, this is going to be an actual fic with chapters and everything (hopefully), so I'm trying really hard to get this finished. Reviews will help ^^ And now, some technical things and some notes before the fic gets started.
Rated for . . . let's see, there's some not so pleasant language, and probably gonna be some violence . . . can't be anything too bad if I'm writing it ^^
Disclaimer: Look, I'm gonna trust that you people are intelligent enough to figure this out. If not, educate yourself: become acquainted with the importance of the words "fanfiction" and "disclaim." I suggest a dictionary, as it won't laugh at you when you can't figure this out.
I'm using the Japanese names: Ryou is Bakura (hikari), Bakura is Yami Bakura, Yuugi is Yugi, Yami is Yami Yugi, Anzu is Téa, Jounouchi is Joey, Honda is Tristan, and I think that's everyone. Er, and Ryou doesn't have a last name because Bakura stole it. More detailed explanation when we get to that part next chapter.
Plot related issues: Okay, this is AU, stands for alternate universe, even though I think it should be alternate reality. I dun know, maybe my authoress powers allow me to create a new universe for the Yu-Gi-Oh people, and I rule it (as you shall see the changes made from the show/manga). So, no Millennium Items or yamis. Yami and Yuugi are brothers, Ryou and Bakura just look alike, no relation. Um, in the Japanese version I believe Ryou comes from another part of Japan, but in the American he's from Britain, and that's what I'm using. Well, now let's hope I haven't confused you more. If you've got any questions, those can be cleared up using the review box at the bottom of the page.
I'm sorry that the fic sounds so passive now, but it'll get better later, I promise, with more action and dialog. Just hang on, okay? ONEGAI?!?!
ON TO THE FIC!!!
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Ryou walked along with his head down, going where his feet took him. His father had said there was a park around here he should check out, but everything was new and strange, and he was uninterested, so he hadn't bothered.
He and his father had moved to Japan yesterday all the way from Britain. Ryou didn't exactly mind moving so far away from his friends, mostly because he hadn't really had any. However, his home had held the only connections he had to his dead mother. All of this, combined with his father usually being away on his job and the prospect of having to scrounge together a few new people he could in half-honesty call friends, Ryou just felt tired, and lonely.
Then he smiled to himself, his eternal quirk of hope rising up again. Maybe things would be different here! Surely he'd get friends here, he was a kind person after all.
He held his head up, and walked with a renewed spring in his step. Today had been great so far, nothing but good omens!
At least, that was _before_ he got his first welcome from a friendly neighborhood gang member.
The guy reached out and grabbed Ryou, pulling him into the alleyway and throwing him into the wall in a single fluid movement. Ryou lay where he'd fallen for a moment, his eyes trying to adjust to the dimmer light and his body temporarily stunned and surprised.
"Listen, kid," he growled as he pulled Ryou's head back by his white hair and pressed a knife against the side of his neck, "all I want-"
He stopped, taking in Ryou's face with a look first of consternation, then of malevolent delight. "Why, you bastard . . . Wait until they hear about this."
The man got up, and appeared to be leaving. As Ryou began to frightenedly scramble to his feet, however, the gangster suddenly turned and lashed out at Ryou's face with his knife. Out of reflex he jerked his head back, only to slam it against the wall. And all went dark.
~+~+~ [Time elapses.. Windswift: okay, that's enough time ^^ ] ~+~+~
Ryou awoke to find himself still in the alley, slouched down against the wall, cold, and with his head throbbing mercilessly. He titled his face upwards, his suspicions confirmed as a few raindrops splashed onto it.
Sighing, he reached up to feel his cheek, hissing in pain as the slash stung under his fingertips. It didn't seem to be too terribly deep, though the blood hadn't begun to clot as of yet even if it wasn't still freely flowing.
He also had no idea why he had been attacked, or why his attacker has left. He hadn't managed to catch all the gruff Japanese, and what he had understood still didn't quite make logical sense. But there was no time to puzzle about that now. He needed to get home, out of the rain, and Ryou was pretty darn sure he was lost.
He got to his feet shakily, his body protesting slightly as his head spun. He left the alley managing not to stagger along and began trying to retrace his steps, shivering in the rain and catching a few unpleasant glances from the passerby. After a while he realized he'd ended up in the wrong place, but it was one he recognized and could get home from.
The door was locked, a sure sign his father was out. Ryou got out his key and sighed - as much as he wanted some friendly company, perhaps it was best that his father didn't see him like this.
Maneuvering around the boxes that still needed unpacking, and the ones that were already unpacked but still sitting around, Ryou managed to make his way to the stairs with no disasters. From there it was a shorter and less hazardous trip upstairs to the bathroom.
Rummaging around in the cabinets to find the first aid kit, he paused for a moment to look in the mirror.
His damp white hair hung limp over his brown eyes and dripped water down his face. The slice on his cheek showed red blood that contrasted starkly with his skin, even paler than usual. His lips had the faintest hint of a blue tinge to them, signaling his need to hunt out some dry clothes after he finished here.
Going back to the task at hand, Ryou found a salve to smear on the gash and put the kit back into the cabinet. He then went to his room, where he'd mostly finished unpacking. He grabbed some dry clothes out of his drawers, changed, and hung the wet ones in the laundry room to dry. That finished, he went back to the bathroom to find a towel to dry his hair with, then went back downstairs.
Checking the clock, Ryou found it was already 7, when it had been in the afternoon when he'd left. His father might easily be out getting something for supper, but he usually chose to eat at such ungodly hours when most sensible people were asleep.
A piece of paper on the kitchen table caught his eye, and he proceeded to investigate it, as it was most likely a note from his father. Sure enough, as he picked it up, Ryou read:
Went out on business. Be back late tomorrow morning? No need to finish the unpacking without me. Love you.
Well, Ryou wasn't unused to being alone for supper. And he'd probably not get a chance to unpack anyway, because he thought his dad had said earlier that tomorrow he'd start at the new high school. Ryou shrugged to himself, it didn't really matter . . . he just wanted to get something to eat and go to sleep.
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Well, how was that for a first chapter? Not very long, huh? Gomen nassai . . . I hope I'll get them to be longer. If not, I'll just try to update faster. ^^ I'll probably be updating soon, because the second chapter is already written (but not typed up). Please review, tell me what you think, or what I can change. Hey, even flames are welcome (^^ fire.. YES!!!), but hopefully you can word your complaints in a more respectful manner.
-Windswift ((+)~
Konnichi wa, minna-san! Well, this is going to be an actual fic with chapters and everything (hopefully), so I'm trying really hard to get this finished. Reviews will help ^^ And now, some technical things and some notes before the fic gets started.
Rated for . . . let's see, there's some not so pleasant language, and probably gonna be some violence . . . can't be anything too bad if I'm writing it ^^
Disclaimer: Look, I'm gonna trust that you people are intelligent enough to figure this out. If not, educate yourself: become acquainted with the importance of the words "fanfiction" and "disclaim." I suggest a dictionary, as it won't laugh at you when you can't figure this out.
I'm using the Japanese names: Ryou is Bakura (hikari), Bakura is Yami Bakura, Yuugi is Yugi, Yami is Yami Yugi, Anzu is Téa, Jounouchi is Joey, Honda is Tristan, and I think that's everyone. Er, and Ryou doesn't have a last name because Bakura stole it. More detailed explanation when we get to that part next chapter.
Plot related issues: Okay, this is AU, stands for alternate universe, even though I think it should be alternate reality. I dun know, maybe my authoress powers allow me to create a new universe for the Yu-Gi-Oh people, and I rule it (as you shall see the changes made from the show/manga). So, no Millennium Items or yamis. Yami and Yuugi are brothers, Ryou and Bakura just look alike, no relation. Um, in the Japanese version I believe Ryou comes from another part of Japan, but in the American he's from Britain, and that's what I'm using. Well, now let's hope I haven't confused you more. If you've got any questions, those can be cleared up using the review box at the bottom of the page.
I'm sorry that the fic sounds so passive now, but it'll get better later, I promise, with more action and dialog. Just hang on, okay? ONEGAI?!?!
ON TO THE FIC!!!
((+)~
Ryou walked along with his head down, going where his feet took him. His father had said there was a park around here he should check out, but everything was new and strange, and he was uninterested, so he hadn't bothered.
He and his father had moved to Japan yesterday all the way from Britain. Ryou didn't exactly mind moving so far away from his friends, mostly because he hadn't really had any. However, his home had held the only connections he had to his dead mother. All of this, combined with his father usually being away on his job and the prospect of having to scrounge together a few new people he could in half-honesty call friends, Ryou just felt tired, and lonely.
Then he smiled to himself, his eternal quirk of hope rising up again. Maybe things would be different here! Surely he'd get friends here, he was a kind person after all.
He held his head up, and walked with a renewed spring in his step. Today had been great so far, nothing but good omens!
At least, that was _before_ he got his first welcome from a friendly neighborhood gang member.
The guy reached out and grabbed Ryou, pulling him into the alleyway and throwing him into the wall in a single fluid movement. Ryou lay where he'd fallen for a moment, his eyes trying to adjust to the dimmer light and his body temporarily stunned and surprised.
"Listen, kid," he growled as he pulled Ryou's head back by his white hair and pressed a knife against the side of his neck, "all I want-"
He stopped, taking in Ryou's face with a look first of consternation, then of malevolent delight. "Why, you bastard . . . Wait until they hear about this."
The man got up, and appeared to be leaving. As Ryou began to frightenedly scramble to his feet, however, the gangster suddenly turned and lashed out at Ryou's face with his knife. Out of reflex he jerked his head back, only to slam it against the wall. And all went dark.
~+~+~ [Time elapses.. Windswift: okay, that's enough time ^^ ] ~+~+~
Ryou awoke to find himself still in the alley, slouched down against the wall, cold, and with his head throbbing mercilessly. He titled his face upwards, his suspicions confirmed as a few raindrops splashed onto it.
Sighing, he reached up to feel his cheek, hissing in pain as the slash stung under his fingertips. It didn't seem to be too terribly deep, though the blood hadn't begun to clot as of yet even if it wasn't still freely flowing.
He also had no idea why he had been attacked, or why his attacker has left. He hadn't managed to catch all the gruff Japanese, and what he had understood still didn't quite make logical sense. But there was no time to puzzle about that now. He needed to get home, out of the rain, and Ryou was pretty darn sure he was lost.
He got to his feet shakily, his body protesting slightly as his head spun. He left the alley managing not to stagger along and began trying to retrace his steps, shivering in the rain and catching a few unpleasant glances from the passerby. After a while he realized he'd ended up in the wrong place, but it was one he recognized and could get home from.
The door was locked, a sure sign his father was out. Ryou got out his key and sighed - as much as he wanted some friendly company, perhaps it was best that his father didn't see him like this.
Maneuvering around the boxes that still needed unpacking, and the ones that were already unpacked but still sitting around, Ryou managed to make his way to the stairs with no disasters. From there it was a shorter and less hazardous trip upstairs to the bathroom.
Rummaging around in the cabinets to find the first aid kit, he paused for a moment to look in the mirror.
His damp white hair hung limp over his brown eyes and dripped water down his face. The slice on his cheek showed red blood that contrasted starkly with his skin, even paler than usual. His lips had the faintest hint of a blue tinge to them, signaling his need to hunt out some dry clothes after he finished here.
Going back to the task at hand, Ryou found a salve to smear on the gash and put the kit back into the cabinet. He then went to his room, where he'd mostly finished unpacking. He grabbed some dry clothes out of his drawers, changed, and hung the wet ones in the laundry room to dry. That finished, he went back to the bathroom to find a towel to dry his hair with, then went back downstairs.
Checking the clock, Ryou found it was already 7, when it had been in the afternoon when he'd left. His father might easily be out getting something for supper, but he usually chose to eat at such ungodly hours when most sensible people were asleep.
A piece of paper on the kitchen table caught his eye, and he proceeded to investigate it, as it was most likely a note from his father. Sure enough, as he picked it up, Ryou read:
Went out on business. Be back late tomorrow morning? No need to finish the unpacking without me. Love you.
Well, Ryou wasn't unused to being alone for supper. And he'd probably not get a chance to unpack anyway, because he thought his dad had said earlier that tomorrow he'd start at the new high school. Ryou shrugged to himself, it didn't really matter . . . he just wanted to get something to eat and go to sleep.
((+)~
Well, how was that for a first chapter? Not very long, huh? Gomen nassai . . . I hope I'll get them to be longer. If not, I'll just try to update faster. ^^ I'll probably be updating soon, because the second chapter is already written (but not typed up). Please review, tell me what you think, or what I can change. Hey, even flames are welcome (^^ fire.. YES!!!), but hopefully you can word your complaints in a more respectful manner.
-Windswift ((+)~