Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hello ❯ Chapter 1

Hello

Ame no Mizu

Author's Note: You know what I'm really getting sick of? All those Bakura beating Ryou stories. I mean, if he needs to keep the boy alive, why would he beat him to death? Don't get me wrong, I love those stories (especially the ones that end Bakura/Ryou), but I think we all need a break. So, here's some Ryou insanity not caused by Bakura. Enjoy.

Also, sorry if the lyrics don't exactly match the story. I meant for them to match, but it turned out differently. This was supposed to be a much more depressing fic. Lyrics taken from Evanescence's "Hello" from their album Fallen.

Warnings: Mild yaoi, minor insanity, depression, and death (of minor characters).

Playground school bell rings again…

Rain clouds come to play again…

Has no one told you she's not breathing?

Hello…

I'm your mind

Giving you someone to talk to

Hello…

Ryou's POV

I sat in my third grade classroom, eagerly awaiting the final bell of the day, the one that told me I could finally go home. My father was to be there when I got home, and I couldn't wait. He'd been in Egypt for the past month and a half. I missed him terribly, and Mother had been ill for a very long time. I'd spent a lot of time home alone because she'd been in the hospital. It got very lonely being in that house alone and I had no friends to invite over. All I had was my books, and I'd read all of them. I was eager to be with my father. Eager for someone to talk to as I waited for mother to get back home, well again.

But I entered a dark house that day, as I had since Mother had gone to the hospital.

"Daddy?" I called through the house, but got no answer. On the coffee table, however, were a box and a note from my father.

Ryou-

I had to go to the hospital to see your mother. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you when you got home, but I promise when I get there, we'll stay up all night catching up. In the box is something I picked up for you in Egypt. I know you'll love it!

-Dad

I put down the note, not really disappointed. Mother was more important. Now, my focus was on the box. I smiled. Daddy always brought something home for me when he went on his trips. I brought it upstairs and flopped down on my bed, turning on my radio.

I opened the box.

Inside, was the strangest necklace I'd ever seen. It was large and round, prongs coming off it, a triangle in the center of it, and the creepiest eye in the middle of the triangle. Daddy was right, I did love it.

Something compelled me to put it on, and I did. I shivered as I glanced down at the prongs. If I didn't watch how I moved, they would stab me right in the stomach.

Yeah, they are sharp, aren't they?

I froze. Who had said that?

I did, stupid.

/Okay… I'm going crazy, / I thought, /My mind's playing tricks on me. /

"Nope, you're not crazy," said a voice behind me, and I jumped, turning around. Sitting on my bed with me was a person that kinda looked like an older version of myself.

"Who… who are you? What are you doing here?" I asked, nervous. Daddy wouldn't have liked it if I let a robber into the house.

"I'm your dark half," the man growled impatiently, "I came out of that," he pointed to the necklace, "I've been in it forever. What year is it, anyway?"

I sat there, shocked, staring at the man with my mouth wide open, but I managed to form words.

"Er… 1996. Why?"

"Wow… I've been in here for five hundred years," the man said with wide eyes, "It felt like so much longer…"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, panicking. I didn't let in a robber-I let in a madman. I just hope he doesn't chop me to pieces with a kitchen cleaver like madmen in the movies do.

"Look… I don't like it either. I'd much rather be back in 1460. But it seems I'm stuck here. Now… I'd like to know a few things… bring me up to date on everything that's happened in the last five hundred years."

I gave him a fake smile and decided to go along. Maybe then he wouldn't hurt me.

"I won't, don't worry. I can't hurt you. I need you in order to keep a physical body," the man said simply. He saw my shocked expression, and smiled, "My name is Bakura," he replied simply, before I could ask, and he began to explain…

We stayed up late talking, and slowly, I began to believe this man that called himself Bakura. His story was certainly something else.

"Well anyway, I ended up in the Ring for another five hundred years. And here I am," Bakura finished. He seemed to be settling in. He was beneath the covers of my bed with me, leaning on his arm for support. He'd explained his origins in Egypt, and the making of the Millennium Ring, which I still had around my neck.

As Bakura finished, I heard the door open and slam shut. That could only be my father.

"Daddy's home!" I cried, and Bakura gave me a strange look, "Look… stay up here until I come back up, okay? My father may not warm up to you real quick." Bakura nodded, and I rushed out of the room and down the stairs.

My dad was in the living room, his head in his hands. I could tell something was wrong as I approached him.

"Daddy?"

He looked up at me. I gasped as I saw the whites of his eyes had turned completely red.

"Oh, Ryou…" he whispered, and pulled me into his arms. I hugged him, confused. Why was he crying?

"Daddy, what happened? Is something wrong with Mommy? Did you find out when she's coming home?" I asked hopefully, trying to get his mind off of whatever was making him cry.

But he only cried harder.

"Mommy's… not coming home," he replied, brushing the hair out of my face. It always got in the way.

"The hospital has to keep her? Will we still be able to visit her?" I asked, not really understanding what was making him so upset.

"No, Ryou…" my father said, sighing sadly, "She… she died this afternoon."

I froze, his words not sinking in properly.

"She… died?" I repeated, "But the doctors said she was getting better. They said she could come home next week!"

"I know, Ryou, but… her condition got worse. She couldn't hold on. She's in a better place now. She'll be happy in heaven. She won't be sick anymore up there."

But I was deaf to his comfort. Tears finally escaped my eyes, and I was running back up to my room before my father could stop me.

If I smile and don't believe

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

Don't try to fix me,

I'm not broken…

Hello…

I'm the lie living for you

So you can hide

Don't cry…

He held me close, and I gladly accepted his warmth.

"Shh… It's okay, Ryou. I'm here," Bakura whispered, rubbing my back, "Your mother sounded so sweet. No wonder the gods wanted her so badly."

"Is… that why she died? The gods wanted her?" I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes. Bakura nodded.

"Sometimes, a person is created that is so perfect and wonderful that the gods become jealous, and they take the person away before it's their time. Don't worry, your mother will be taken care of very well. She'll be happy there."

"That's what my father told me," I whispered, "But how do you know all of this?"

"My mother was taken away from me, too. She was truly wonderful. I'm sure you're mom'll be as happy as I'm sure mine is."

"Thank you, Bakura," I said, but there was still something bothering me, "I miss her. I know she's happy and everything, but I still want her back."

"Of course you do, Ryou," Bakura said, "But you'll see her again when it's your time. I promise you will."

I nodded and stood. I needed to be with my father. He was grieving as well.

But as I closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but shed just a few more tears.

The funeral was small. It consisted of only Mother's closest family, and I could recognize most of them. Bakura was comforting me through the Ring. Even though his voice still gave me the creeps when he spoke to me through my mind, I was getting used to it. After all, according to Bakura, it was kinda permanent, so we were going to be together for a while.

My father and I rode home in silence. He hadn't spoken much since she died. I understood, though. When we got home, he ran off to his study. He'd been spending a lot of time in there. I even suspected he was sleeping there.

Bakura separated from me when I entered the room.

"He'll get over it soon. He just needs time."

"I know," I answered, and sat at my desk.

"So… whatcha doin'?" the spirit asked innocently, leaning over my shoulder to look the paper in front of me.

"Writing," I replied simply, picking up my pencil.

"Writing what?"

"A list of things I need to pack first. Daddy said we're moving."

"Really? I didn't hear him say that." My darker half said.

"You were asleep," I snapped, "For someone whose been trapped in a Ring for three thousand years, you do that a lot…" Bakura decided to ignore this.

"So… where we goin'?"

"Egypt. I guess you'd like that, huh?"

"Cool."

Egypt was nice, but it wasn't home. However, we stayed for five years. I think Daddy was trying to forget. I began to hate him for it. I'd stay out late when he'd go to work. I began to talk back. But Bakura was with me. As long as my yami was there, I was fine. `Yami' was a term I'd picked up in my studies. It's Japanese, and it sounded better than saying darkness all the time. Bakura seemed to like it, too.

We were sitting on my bed one hot afternoon. My father was on another dig. I didn't care. I didn't need him.

"So, what are we doing today? Swimming? Going to the library? Swimming? Did I mention swimming?" Bakura grinned.

"Fine, yami, we'll go swimming. Happy?" I mock-scowled. Bakura's grin got wider.

"Yes, Dad," he mock-sneered.

We both got up and prepared to get my swimming things. I heard the door slam.

"Dad's home," I told Bakura, and he disappeared. A few moments later, my father walked into my room.

"Pack," was the first thing he said. I froze.

"What?" I stammered.

"You heard me, pack," the man repeated, "You're going to Japan."

"Japan? Why?"

"I can't keep you here. I'm sending to your uncle."

"I have an uncle in Japan?" I asked.

"Yes. My brother. You leave tonight."

I was outraged.

"Tonight?" I cried, "I can't even say goodbye to my friends! I won't be able to pack much!"

"Pack only the necessities," said my father, "And pack fast. The only flight this month leaves tonight."

He left, and I stood there, in shock. Bakura materialized next to me.

"Japan, huh? Harsh."

"Tell me about it," I replied absently.

"Well, you see-"

"It's a figure of speech, Bakura."

"Oh."

Uncle Danny (short for Tadanobu) was a nice guy. He gave me my own room and mostly kept to himself. I was going to a private school, as a request from my father.

Until he died.

I was upset, but not as much as I should've been. We weren't that close, really. After that, I was put in public school. Uncle Danny couldn't afford anything else. I assured him that I didn't care (I hated private school almost as I hated my one year in boarding school-my mother, however, had bailed me out of that. She couldn't stand me being away from home for so long). I was happy for another year of my life.

I had just turned sixteen when my uncle died, and I legally became the property of the city of Domino. I had to go to court to get myself out of the orphanage, and I was five months shy of seventeen when they allowed me to get my own apartment, living off the money my father had left me. Even though he was a jerk most of the time, he knew how to take care of me if something happened to him. I enrolled into Domino High and met the people I would know as my friends.

Then my life got interesting.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

Hello…

I'm still here

All that's left of

Yesterday…

I look up into the eyes of my yami and smile as he draws me into his arms, pressing his lips against mine softly. Only when I'm with him do I know I'm alive. Only with him do I know where I belong. Only with him… I am real.

They don't understand us. They shunned us, Yugi's little crew. Only Marik and his hikari stood by us as we faced their hatred of what we really are. But sometimes, I look back and wish that they didn't feel this way. That we could still be friends. But we can't.

I think back to my mother. She'd stay by me. Maybe my father would too. But they aren't here. I am though. I'm the only one left. The only reminder of the life I used to know.

But being here is nice. Bakura's touches make me feel so much better. They make me whole. Perhaps after we're done, I'll invite over Malik and Marik and we'll all work the kinks out of their new plan for world domination. Bakura'd like that.

He kisses my throat, and I purr. Don't ask me how I do it, it just comes out of my mouth like that. His hands slide up my thigh, and I gasp.

My mind has decided not think anymore. But that's okay. Thinking's overrated.

I love him. I always have. But what he ever saw in me, I never understood.

I am Ryou Bakura, seventeen year old high school student from London. My turnons are men in tight clothing and sensitivity. My hobbies are having sex, going out with my boyfriend, and knitting. I am the most boring person alive.

Hello.