Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ BAKURA ❯ Chapter Whatever: BAKURA ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter Whatever : enter bakura

You Open Your Eyes.

Flash.

your muscles tighten.

where are you.

your immediate thought is your dead,

you gasp for air.

beep…beep…beep…

the green LED lines go up and down tracing imaginary mountains on imaginary plains.

the word Hospital comes to mind.

why am I here?

you think.

you see the face of a boy, screaming,

`help me.'

he has no name.

you see his blood pour out of his skull onto your lap,

his name is Mokuba Kiaba,

Your Name is Ryou Bakura.

who am I?

well in the short run I am you.

my name is Bakura

Chapter one : creation

`I said Eat Your Food God Damnit!' The Man Screams

`honey, not in front of Ryou, he is just a baby after all' The Woman Whispers

`I don't like it when daddy talks with his loud voice.' The Baby Cries

this was your life Ryou Bakura.

a boy who got beat up by bullies at school,

and then at home by his father.

a boy who knew only a world of punishment.

a boy who only knew a world of bruises, and gashes.

a boy who only knew a world of sinners.

a boy who's father was a abusive alcoholic, and a mother who was a heroin addict.

a boy who's mother died when he was the age of 9.

a boy who would wander off to the darkest regions of his mind to find comfort.

a boy with a darker side.

Chapter one : Part B : Paging doctor newman

`I would suggest a psychiatrist' your usual doctor said, rushing out the door to attend to another patient.

his nurse gave your mother a card with a name on it, on your way out she looks at it.

Doctor Edward Newman

on the card the doctor had quickly scribbled:

he is a doctor from America, with

some interesting methods.

he deals with these kinds of cases.

one week two days 10 hours later

`so I assume you're here because your son's doctor recommended me to you. unfortunately do to the fact that I'm new here in Japan I need to finish a little paper work before I can receive transferred information on patients. very confusing stuff. anyway what I'm getting at is I have no idea why you've brought your son here. Mrs.Bakura perhaps you want to start?' Edward Newman the Psychiatrist says.

FlashBack

you were only 8 when all this happened.

do you remember the first time it happened?

you were only 8 years old your mother was late picking you up from school, since she was working over time at her "chin-up tuck in your shirt" office job.

you were alone sitting on a bench when a few older kids came from behind, and as we all know words of spite, become pushes, pushes become punches, and punches become, dribbles of blood down your face.

these kids would always say disgusting things to you, and for so long you had wanted to get upset at them, for so long you wanted to fight back at those who had hurt you, your father, the kids at school, it didn't matter who.

so there you were crumpled up in a corner, crying, tears mixing with blood.

feet crashing into your face,

and then.

me.

you closed your eyes, and heard the wind moving around a foot, flying closer and closer to your nose.

I open your eyes, lung out grab the boys foot, and push it.

he falls over, the cement floor ripping into his chin, blood oozing out.

he screams, he screams like anyone, just like you and me.

he is no god,

he is trash.

his lays on his cheek screaming for his mother,

my foot crashes onto his face, more blood flows out.

one of his teeth flows out of his mouth.

his friends desert him, screaming.

I close my eyes, you open them.

***

the next time was when you were 10, your father screaming at you, throwing beer bottles towards you. You run upstairs, into your room, slamming the door behind you.

you hear your fathers footsteps, as he slowly comes for you.

panic stricken you decide to let your anger out, let him see you at your worst,

me.

he pushes open the door, shouting for you to come out of your room, so he came punish you.

I grab the unactive lamp next to your bed, and slowly pick it up,

and then…

crash, the glass shatter at the back of his head,

he shrieks in pain.

you dash down the stair, opening the door, and you run, you run away.

that was the last time you ever saw your father

when you where with doctor newman

only the first incident had occurred,

based on it, he gave you some medication,

since nothing ever happened again, he

suggested to see how you would

do with no medication.

nothing ever happened,

you went back one more time,

he said that was all he could do,

you never saw him again,

later that night after your

mother dropped you off at home

she went to work,

and on her way there

was killed in a car crash.

"in the absence of light, darkness prevails"