Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gone with the Sand ❯ Gone with the Sand ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1: Gone with the Sand

 

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P.S. This story takes place in London at first!

 

Ryou was walking down his empty road. He was a bit late coming home because he had an extra project to finish. And of course being the perfect student he was, he had to finish it. He would just have to hope that his Yami, Bakura, would not be all too angry. But why would he? It was only six and the sun was still up. Bakura had warned him about the consequences of being back after sun down. He had made it quite clear that he did not want to find myself caught for being late, and Ryou believed him.

Ryou was soon at his door. He walked up the wooden stairs to the door and took out his key. He fumbled with it for a few moments until he got the door unlocked. He walked in slowly and closed the door behind him. He took off his shoes and placed them near the door neatly.

“Yami? Bakura? I'm home!” Called Ryou.

Ryou heard footsteps coming towards him from the long dark hall. Slowly his Yami started to materialize from the shadows. Ryou always hated the way that Bakura could travel through the shadows without being seen. He was the darkness, anyways, so who was he to have a problem with that?

“I see you heeded my warning of coming home late, Hikari. Very good,” Said Bakura in his raspy voice.

“Thank you…I think,” Said Ryou with a bit of confusion weaved in his voice. “But would it be okay if…I…ah…maybe go out tonight. I'm meeting a few friend at the museum-,”

“Who?” Bakura interrupted harshly.

Ryou swallowed a lump in his throat. “Yugi, Tristen, Joey, and Tea is all,”

“Hmp. You mean the Pharaoh's Hikari, the two dogs, and the cheerleader? Normally I would say no to such a request, but because you know not to disobey me, I'll let you go. But be back no later then 9:30, understand?”

“Hai! Yes, yes I do! Thank you, Bakura,”

Ryou turned around and started out the door, but was stopped when Bakura grabbed the scruff of his collared shirt. Ryou turned around slowly, hoping that he had not changed his mind.

“Y-yes, Yami?”

“Remember Hikari, no later then 9:30, if you are a moment late, you know what will be your fate,” said Bakura while flashing his knife to Ryou.

Ryou let out a gasp and nodded.

“Yes, I-I won't be late,”

“Good,” Said Bakura with satisfaction while putting the knife back into his pants pocket. “Now go,”

After Bakura said this Ryou wasted no time in getting himself outside. He closed the door behind him and bid Bakura a goodnight. Once he was on the street he took a look at his watch and let out a small gasp. No one was there! The benches by the doors were empty.

“Well…I guess they forgot, that's all,” said Ryou to himself, trying to hold back the disappointment that he felt.

But he wasn't going to let that unset him. He would go look around anyway, with or without them! So, Bakura started up the stairs towards the front glass doors. It was a cold evening, he was glad to get in. Once he was in he first noticed that there wasn't many people there. Wasn't there supposed to be new artifacts coming in? He looked around and, indeed, there were added works. Maybe not many people like things such as this.

Bakura sighed and started his way on the path on the floor. He followed it and looked at all kinds of works made thousands of years ago. Maybe his Yami looked upon these at one time also? Perhaps he did. Maybe he may have even stole a few? That was also very possible. Then suddenly something caught Ryou's eye. A mirror. It was beautiful! Gold lined the edges with ancient hieroglyphics. He stood there for a moment and marveled at it, then read the caption below it. It read: Mirror of Time. Quite a name.

Then suddenly a small beeping woke him out of his daze. It was his watch! It was 9:15 and he needed to be home by 9:30 or…or…he didn't want to sit and imagine. He quickly exited the museum and made his way home. Dim lights lit the street and the air smelled of smoke. Things were much more different at night. He quickened his pace and pulled his blue outer shirt closer to him. Then he saw a man in front of him. The man was throwing a haky sack into the air and catching it. He looked vary suspicious. To Ryou's horror, the man started following him. When he caught up he grabbed Ryou by his arm. Ryou let out a gasp.

“What's a little girl doing out so late?”

Ryou looked at the man. He was bald and had brown eyes.

“I-I'm not a girl! I'm a boy!”

“Oh really? You looked like a girl with that long hair of yours,” chuckled the man. “But now that I know you're a boy, I guess I can be rougher with you,”

“I-I don't want any trouble! I need to get home,”

Ryou glanced at his watch. It was 9:25. He had five minutes to get home. He would have to run if he was going to make it. And there was a small chance he would, but he could try. But suddenly the man grabbed Ryou's arm harshly and clamped a hand over his mouth, then dragged him into a near by alley. Ryou flailed his arms and tried to run, but the man was too strong. The man dragged Ryou deep into the alley and soon let him go.

“What do you want from me?!” Yelled Ryou.

A flash of anger crossed the mans face. He shoved Ryou against the wall. It hit Ryou hard, he felt lightheaded all of a sudden and he felt something warm dripping down his hair. He painfully reached back and touched his hair. He was bleeding.

“Don't ever raise your voice to me! Now give me all you got or there will be much more where that came from,”

“I-I didn't bring any money-,”

“Fine! Then give me your watch!”

Ryou looked at his watch and let out a gasp. It was the watch his sister gave him for his birthday, before she passed away.

“N-no! Not this, please,”

The man scowled and once again pushed Ryou against the brick wall, but this time with more force. Ryou let out a cry of pain when he felt the man's fist. Once he was on the ground again the man undid Ryou's watch and darted down the alley. Ryou groaned as he got up. He touched his head and felt more blood gush down from his white locks of hair. He slowly got and rubbed his head. Then he heard a loud “donging” sound. He looked up and saw Big Ben striking 10:00. Ryou quickly got up and started towards his house.

“Please let Bakura be gone or asleep,” Pleaded Ryou mentally.

Soon Ryou was across the street to his house. To his horror he saw Bakura. Bakura was sitting in the living room near the lamp. He was holding up his blade and fingering it delicately with eyes narrowed on the large wall clock.

No…no! He couldn't go in there! Bakura was going to make him sorry for being late. He wouldn't care about why he was late, it was just the point that he was late. Ryou slowly backed away from the house. There was no way he was going in there! He'd been hurt enough in the past for his errors, not tonight. He knew Bakura cared about him in a way. And this was all he knew to show it. He would punish Ryou for being late to teach him a lesson. In a way he thought of it as his duty.

Ryou turned and ran. He didn't know where, all he knew was that he couldn't stay there. After a while of running through the streets aimlessly, he found himself at the stairs to the museum. He walked up to the doors, almost as if he was pulled. Soon he found himself walking thought the halls. He didn't know where to go. Where could he go? He…he couldn't go home.

Ryou fell onto his knees and started crying. He cursed himself and his fate. He knew if he didn't go home now Bakura would come get him and bring him home himself. And if he did that things would be twice as bad for him.

He slowly looked up and saw that he was sitting right in front of the mirror he had seen earlier. It felt like it was pulling him towards it. Ryou got up and looked at the mirror. He put his hand to the glass, it was cold, but there was sudden warmth when he touched it. He withdrew his hand quickly and looked at the glass. Then an image started to appear on it. It was a desert! Ryou felt it again, but this time his hand went right through it! He let out a gasp and took his hand out. Then he heard footsteps coming down the hall. Was it a guard or security? No, Ryou could tell it was Bakura.

Without thinking, Ryou threw himself in the mirror! He couldn't tell how long he was fallen, but he soon hit a sandy ground. Where was he?

 

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