Disclaimer: All right, I own nothing except the plushies. ^^;;
PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU BEGIN READING THE STORY!! Ok, well, I've started another one, and for those of you who have read my past works such as Bakura's secret, and Clash of Tales, know I am a humor writer. Well, Today, I have made a vow to write a serious one. This story was written in my journal in first grade, but every time I looked at it, it seemed like an even better and better idea, so I'm adapting it to YGO, and seeing what happens. A lot of the stories I write have symbolic meaning to me or someone close to me, and this is no exception, so I'm putting my heart into this fic. Please, PLEASE, don't flame me, only offer constructive criticism, if at all necessary. Please know I hint at Ryou yaoi with Yugi, but it wasn't meant to be like that. They are only friends. Important: Also, forget that Ryou had ever owned the millennium ring, and that he has never before met Bakura. Thank you, and enjoy the story.
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It was a cold and dreary night, one where light rain spattered the ground in it's feeble
attempt to water the grass. Even so, the clouds above were blackest night, and the rumble of their
centers signaled there would soon be more than just a light spackle. On such a cold and lonely night,
one could be seen walking along the gutters in the street. One with chocolate colored eyes, and
silvery white hair. If my eyesight hadn't been 15/20 for the longest time, I would have thought this
teen was a girl. But, alas, no. He was a boy, and just the same boy I had been waiting for, here,
in this tree, for years. I rejoiced in the fact that he had finally decided to cross paths with me
after so long. I hopped out of the tree, stretching my legs after hours in a squatting position, and
traveled through the shadows to pay my little one a visit.
/Ryou's POV/
It was getting dark, really quick, so unusual for the autumn weather. I, naturally, had left
the house to go to visit a friend, Yugi. Yes, I needed to speak with him now. After my father had had
his fifth drink that night, I deemed it unsafe to stick around. My mother had gotten the hint almost
seven years ago that he was an alcoholic, and she left us. I have not seen her beautiful face since I
was nine. I have of course, become accustomed to the fact that my father wanted nothing to do with
me, but had to keep me, so he only provided the necessities. Food, drink, clothes, and shelter. What
I really needed is friendship. Yugi, he gave it to me. Without him, I think I would have ended it
long ago. He saved my life, he saved me from myself, and so therefore, I am forever in his debt.
"I heard rustling, and saw what looked like someone in a cloak go behind a building. I
shrugged it off; telling my self it was probably a cat. Then I heard it. So soft, as a whisper
in a crowd.
"Ryou, come here." I was getting more afraid, but I again passed it off as the wind. Then I
heard it again, louder this time.
"Ryou, come here." It was like I had no control over my body. My legs wanted to find the
source of the noise, I didn't. Even so, I walked across the street to an old lounge, that had done
out of business years ago. It was getting louder, that voice, calling to my very soul to find it's
giver.
"That's a good boy, come in here." It said. I was growing more and more terrified, as my
legs were in a trancelike state, and refused to go anywhere other then towards the voice, which was
cold, but soothing at the same time, like one belonging to someone older, wiser. I stared at the
nearing door, boarded up except for a place where you could squeeze in. I did go through the hole,
but I was fully aware of my actions, and I could not stop them. It was then I saw the source of the
voice, standing amongst the overturned tables and broken chairs. He was wearing a clock, so I could
not see his face. My feet carried me towards this person, where they stopped about five feet from
where he was standing. He was about six inches taller than I.
"Ahh, I see my old ways have not failed to lure you here, Ryou. And good thing too, seeing
as I must speak with you." He said, still not revealing his identity. He began to stride towards me,
and I could not move. He stopped, inches from my body, and lifted a hand. He curled a finger around
a stray lock of my hair. I couldn't have this, so I went to slap his hand away. He was lightening
fast, he grabbed my hand, and twisted it the wrong way, all in about a half second. I soon registered
the pain coming from the straining bones in my arm. He let go of my wrist, right before I knew it
would break.
"If you were anyone else, be assured I would have broken it." He said, as I collapsed,
nursing the arm. I didn't know what to do. This man certainly knew who I was, yet I was certain I
had never met him before.
"What do you want with me?" I asked in a feeble voice.
/Stranger's POV/
I looked down on the innocent boy before me, knowing he would not believe what I was about to
tell him. Never.
"Ryou, I want you to look at my face." I said, keeping my voice a calm as possible. He looked
up, as I lowered the hood on the dreadfully hot cloak I was wearing. I saw his eyes widen in shock and
surprise.
/Ryou's POV/
I looked straight into the man's eyes. I couldn't believe what I saw. Brown. He had brown eyes
, like mine, pale skin, as I had, and to top it off, literally, he had a full head of silvery white
hair. It was like I was looking at my twin; only his features were sharper, more like a grown man's.
He helped me up from my sitting position, very uncomfortable at the physical contact, but his grip
was firm. Too firm. When we were both standing, he looked me straight in the eyes, and said to me,
"You're coming home with me. I'll explain everything there." He grabbed my arm rather forcefully, and pulled me to the boarded door. I had no choice but to follow, as I could tell, I would not be able to overpower him. As we approached the door, it was soon clear we were not stopping, and would run headlong into the wooden planks. He raised his hand again, and it was like there had been dynamite planted at the edge of the door, as all the wood came flying off of the frame, scattering in the empty parking lot. He had not even touched the wood. He stopped, and looked at my horrified expression.
"I said, I would explain EVERYTHING, Ryou. Trust me, I won't hurt you."
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Well, a LOT will be revealed in
the next chapter, which I hope to have up by tomorrow night. There's a reason this is a supernatural
fic. There is supernatural all over the place, and, later, a death. PLX R&R!
PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU BEGIN READING THE STORY!! Ok, well, I've started another one, and for those of you who have read my past works such as Bakura's secret, and Clash of Tales, know I am a humor writer. Well, Today, I have made a vow to write a serious one. This story was written in my journal in first grade, but every time I looked at it, it seemed like an even better and better idea, so I'm adapting it to YGO, and seeing what happens. A lot of the stories I write have symbolic meaning to me or someone close to me, and this is no exception, so I'm putting my heart into this fic. Please, PLEASE, don't flame me, only offer constructive criticism, if at all necessary. Please know I hint at Ryou yaoi with Yugi, but it wasn't meant to be like that. They are only friends. Important: Also, forget that Ryou had ever owned the millennium ring, and that he has never before met Bakura. Thank you, and enjoy the story.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
It was a cold and dreary night, one where light rain spattered the ground in it's feeble
attempt to water the grass. Even so, the clouds above were blackest night, and the rumble of their
centers signaled there would soon be more than just a light spackle. On such a cold and lonely night,
one could be seen walking along the gutters in the street. One with chocolate colored eyes, and
silvery white hair. If my eyesight hadn't been 15/20 for the longest time, I would have thought this
teen was a girl. But, alas, no. He was a boy, and just the same boy I had been waiting for, here,
in this tree, for years. I rejoiced in the fact that he had finally decided to cross paths with me
after so long. I hopped out of the tree, stretching my legs after hours in a squatting position, and
traveled through the shadows to pay my little one a visit.
/Ryou's POV/
It was getting dark, really quick, so unusual for the autumn weather. I, naturally, had left
the house to go to visit a friend, Yugi. Yes, I needed to speak with him now. After my father had had
his fifth drink that night, I deemed it unsafe to stick around. My mother had gotten the hint almost
seven years ago that he was an alcoholic, and she left us. I have not seen her beautiful face since I
was nine. I have of course, become accustomed to the fact that my father wanted nothing to do with
me, but had to keep me, so he only provided the necessities. Food, drink, clothes, and shelter. What
I really needed is friendship. Yugi, he gave it to me. Without him, I think I would have ended it
long ago. He saved my life, he saved me from myself, and so therefore, I am forever in his debt.
"I heard rustling, and saw what looked like someone in a cloak go behind a building. I
shrugged it off; telling my self it was probably a cat. Then I heard it. So soft, as a whisper
in a crowd.
"Ryou, come here." I was getting more afraid, but I again passed it off as the wind. Then I
heard it again, louder this time.
"Ryou, come here." It was like I had no control over my body. My legs wanted to find the
source of the noise, I didn't. Even so, I walked across the street to an old lounge, that had done
out of business years ago. It was getting louder, that voice, calling to my very soul to find it's
giver.
"That's a good boy, come in here." It said. I was growing more and more terrified, as my
legs were in a trancelike state, and refused to go anywhere other then towards the voice, which was
cold, but soothing at the same time, like one belonging to someone older, wiser. I stared at the
nearing door, boarded up except for a place where you could squeeze in. I did go through the hole,
but I was fully aware of my actions, and I could not stop them. It was then I saw the source of the
voice, standing amongst the overturned tables and broken chairs. He was wearing a clock, so I could
not see his face. My feet carried me towards this person, where they stopped about five feet from
where he was standing. He was about six inches taller than I.
"Ahh, I see my old ways have not failed to lure you here, Ryou. And good thing too, seeing
as I must speak with you." He said, still not revealing his identity. He began to stride towards me,
and I could not move. He stopped, inches from my body, and lifted a hand. He curled a finger around
a stray lock of my hair. I couldn't have this, so I went to slap his hand away. He was lightening
fast, he grabbed my hand, and twisted it the wrong way, all in about a half second. I soon registered
the pain coming from the straining bones in my arm. He let go of my wrist, right before I knew it
would break.
"If you were anyone else, be assured I would have broken it." He said, as I collapsed,
nursing the arm. I didn't know what to do. This man certainly knew who I was, yet I was certain I
had never met him before.
"What do you want with me?" I asked in a feeble voice.
/Stranger's POV/
I looked down on the innocent boy before me, knowing he would not believe what I was about to
tell him. Never.
"Ryou, I want you to look at my face." I said, keeping my voice a calm as possible. He looked
up, as I lowered the hood on the dreadfully hot cloak I was wearing. I saw his eyes widen in shock and
surprise.
/Ryou's POV/
I looked straight into the man's eyes. I couldn't believe what I saw. Brown. He had brown eyes
, like mine, pale skin, as I had, and to top it off, literally, he had a full head of silvery white
hair. It was like I was looking at my twin; only his features were sharper, more like a grown man's.
He helped me up from my sitting position, very uncomfortable at the physical contact, but his grip
was firm. Too firm. When we were both standing, he looked me straight in the eyes, and said to me,
"You're coming home with me. I'll explain everything there." He grabbed my arm rather forcefully, and pulled me to the boarded door. I had no choice but to follow, as I could tell, I would not be able to overpower him. As we approached the door, it was soon clear we were not stopping, and would run headlong into the wooden planks. He raised his hand again, and it was like there had been dynamite planted at the edge of the door, as all the wood came flying off of the frame, scattering in the empty parking lot. He had not even touched the wood. He stopped, and looked at my horrified expression.
"I said, I would explain EVERYTHING, Ryou. Trust me, I won't hurt you."
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Well, a LOT will be revealed in
the next chapter, which I hope to have up by tomorrow night. There's a reason this is a supernatural
fic. There is supernatural all over the place, and, later, a death. PLX R&R!