Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I Care ❯ The First Day ( Chapter 2 )

Emmy: Just to let you know, one reviewer said I wasn't writing Tea's name right but my computer won't let me put the little line over the e, so sorry.

 

Raven: Remember, Emmy doesn't own Yu-gi-oh, but the song Aly listens to is Emmy's original work so no copying!

 

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First Day

 

Aly took a deep breath before walking into the class room.

 

“It's ok, nobody will notice that you are new. Someone you know has to be in this class…” Aly reassured herself.

 

When she looked around at the chatting teens she found she was right. Everyone she'd met the day before except Serenity was in her first class. Aly saw them standing by the far wall. Everyone was crowded around them.

 

Aly joined in and discovered that Yugi and Joey were dueling. Yugi was obviously going to win. The little dueling metes read 1500 to 500. Yugi had a Dark Magician on the field and Joey had a Baby Dragon. Aly had heard about Joey's Baby Dragon and how Time Wizard could age it to the Thousand Year Dragon, was that what Joey was planning today?

 

Aly looked away from the duel for a moment to find her other friends. Ryou was standing behind Yugi. He appeared to be watching the duel but Aly could tell by his eyes that he was totally zoning out. She wondered how many duel's Yugi's friends had watched. “It would start to get boring after a while wouldn't it?”

 

Aly looked at her other friends. Tea seemed to be watching very carefully, watching Yugi that was. She just kept staring at him. “Somebody's got a crush…” Aly thought.

 

Tristan was joking about Joey's playing on the sideline and Joey seemed happy just to be dueling with his friend.

 

“I attack your Baby Dragon with Dark Magician!” Yugi said. Joey sighed and put his dragon in the grave yard. Just then the bell rang.

 

Everyone moved to their seats and Aly was figuring out where she should sit when Tea bounded up to her.

 

“Hey Aly, come sit by us!” Tea said happily pulling Aly over to their group. Yugi, Joey, and Ryou sat in the third row buy the west wall. Tristan sat behind Yugi and Tea sat by him, leaving an open seat by Tea.

 

“Now students, I'd like you to welcome our new student Alex Carter,” the teacher said dully, pointed in Aly's direction. She looked at the other kids who mumbled their `hellos'.

 

Then the teacher began a long and boring lesson about decimals. Aly hated math, it was boring, but decimals were easy, so instead of listening she let her mind wander.

 

“Ryou's hair is really long…it makes him look kinda girly…but in a cute way…I wonder what's for dinner…I'll IM the guys tonight and see what they're up to.”

 

“So if you move the decimal over one that means the answer is…”

 

“This is the perfect seating arrangement. I wonder who arranged it. Tea is diagonal from Yugi so that she can see his face without him noticing her stare. Joey is by Yugi so they can talk but also by Ryou so he can get answers.”

 

Aly watched as Joey took a peek at Ryou's note book.

 

“Also I'm behind Ryou…what am I saying? I just met the guy three days ago and I'm already acting like I like him. Maybe I should try to spend more time with him before I decide that…”

 

“…that's right Mr. Kaiba, so who knows the answer to this one?”

 

“It's my stupid girly brain's fault. I can't look anywhere without spotting cute boys. I've spent too much time drooling over them with Kara.”

 

Aly felt the pain of homesickness go through her heart. Kara had been one of her best friends. Aly looked around at each person in the room.

 

“Why dose Tea think Yugi's cute? His hair is insane! Wait, don't say that. You have no proof Tea likes Yugi. If Kara were here she'd probably fall for the guy with the sandy blonde hair and the tan skin. Kara always falls for foreign boys.”

 

Aly sighed. “Why am I still talking to myself? Ugh, stop it! Ok, I'd better start paying attention now.”

 

Once class was over Aly looked at her schedule, Tea did as well.

 

“Oh you have Gym next! That's cool, so do Ryou and I!” Tea exclaimed. “Here, follow me!” Aly walked a few feet before stopping.

 

“Shouldn't we wait for Ryou?” she asked. Tea raised her eyebrows.

 

“Um, sure,” was all she said. Aly waited as Ryou left the room.

 

“Come on Ryou, we're going to be late for Gym!” Tea urged, grabbing both teens by their wrists.

 

Aly adjusted easily to her new schedule. After Gym Aly went to Science, then History, then Lunch, then French, then English, and finally Drama. At least one of her friends was in each class, except Drama. Ryou and Tea were the only ones that took French.

 

“So how'd you like your first day at Domino High?” Yugi asked.

 

“Oh it was great,” Aly replied.

 

“Yo Aly, you haven't old us much about yourself,” Joey said.

 

“Yeah, sorry, we've been talking about ourselves to whole time,” Tea added.

 

“Tell us a little about you,” Yugi suggested. Aly thought.

 

“Well…I lived in the country before I came here…” Aly told her new friends of some of her passions. “I love music, reading, acting…mostly anything get to be creative with. Except art, I stink at painting and drawing. Um, I like animals and if you let me talk I'll babble on and on.”

 

Soon the group departed and Aly left for home. “Let's see. I need to do my homework, exercise, and talk to my old gang online,” Aly said to herself.

 

“What?” Ryou asked. Aly looked back at the others.

 

“Aren't you going with them?” she asked.

 

“Oh, well, not today. I've got to get home,” he replied. Aly shrugged.

 

“Me too…” The two walked in silence for a bit. Then Aly asked “So, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?” she asked.

 

“Well…I don't know. I moved here as well. I was born in Brittan. I don't have a sister or a mother; they died when I was a kid. I have a dad but he's usually off doing work in another country. I live by myself except for my-,” Ryou suddenly stopped.

 

“Your what?” Aly asked.

 

“My, um…brother,” Ryou replied slowly. Aly nodded her head, eager to hear more but Ryou seemed lost for words again.

 

“Sorry about your mother and sister…” Aly said sadly. “…but at least you have a brother and father so…yeah,” she replied. There was another awkward silence.

 

“Where did you get that ring?” Aly asked, pointing to Ryou's trinket.

 

“My father bought it for me on my fifteenth birthday,” Ryou replied. “It's a rare, five-thousand year old Egyptian artifact,” Bakura replied. Aly gaped at it.

 

“Wow. My parents would never give me something so…important. Its worth alone must cost millions!” she exclaimed. Ryou only nodded.

 

Soon Aly arrived at her house and they had to part ways.

 

“See you tomorrow Ryou,” she said, waving. Ryou smiled and turned to leave when Aly stopped him.

 

“Yes?” he asked.

 

“Well, I just wanted to say…thanks,” she replied. Ryou raised his eyebrows.

 

“Thank me? For what?” he asked. Aly smiled.

 

“For being my friend,” she replied. Ryou blinked, shocked by the compliment.

 

“Your welcome,” he finally said, a bit of happiness gleamed in his eyes.

 

“Bye, see you later Ryou!” Aly called as her new friend turned around the corner.

 

Ryou's P.O.V

 

Ryou smiled to himself as he walked down the side walk. For the first time in a long time Ryou was happy. He hadn't felt truly happy in a while and he knew the moment probably wouldn't last but he enjoyed every second of his happiness. Someone had complimented him…thanked him…

 

“She was only being nice, she doesn't really like you,” a voice said in Ryou's head. Ryou couldn't prove it but he thought that this time the voice was his yami. Just like that Ryou's happiness was gone.

 

“She doesn't want to get you angry because she's afraid the others would get mad at her. Once she finds out they don't care neither will she.” Ryou tried to shake this thought from his head.

 

Ryou walked as slow as possible, trying to postpone the torture for as long as he could but even the slowest walk couldn't stop him from reaching his destination. Ryou was only a few feet from his house. He was pulling the key out of his pocket when somebody grabbed him from behind.

 

Ryou tried to yell but they covered his mouth with their hand. Ryou was pulled into a dark alley and thrown against the wall. Bam! Bam! Bam! He was repeatedly thrown against the hard stone.

 

“S-stop it!” he cried. His attacker turned him around and punched him in the stomach. Ryou feel onto his knees. Ryou knew from that one hit who the attacker was.

 

“B-Bakura,” he choked out, gasping for air. Bakura punched him in the face and grabbed his arm. Again Ryou was thrown against the wall.

 

“B-Bakura, please stop it!” Ryou begged. The hard, bumpy brick and the smell of garbage made Ryou's experience even more unpleasant. He tried to call out for help again but Bakura stuffed his right hand over Ryou's mouth, pushed him up against the wall and held a knife to his throat.

 

“Don't call for help,” he ordered, Ryou could see his cold eyes glaring at him. Ryou was silent but could not help the tears falling from his eyes. This made Bakura angrier.

 

“Don't cry,” he ordered, pushing the knife into Ryou's throat. Ryou couldn't help it. He tried to calm down, he shut his eyes and tried not to focus of the pain but the tears wouldn't stop.

 

“I said don't cry!” Bakura yelled, pushing the knife in a little bit more. Ryou knew that this had to be the end. Bakura was finally going to kill him. Ryou waited. He felt a drop of blood traveling down his neck. Ryou waited but the pain didn't come.

 

All of a sudden Bakura removed the knife and slapped Ryou across the face. Then he threw him onto the concrete and placed a foot on Ryou's back.

 

“Do you dare to defy me?” he cried. Ryou shook his head but didn't say anything. He was clenching his jaw tight so that he wouldn't cry.

 

Bakura gripped Ryou's hair and stood Ryou up only to thrust him into the wall one last time. Ryou's head was really starting to hurt now.

 

Bakura grabbed his shirt collar and held him off the ground, cutting off Ryou's oxygen supply.

 

“We are going to keep doing this until you learn not to cry,” he said sternly. Ryou didn't reply, he only stared at him with fearful eyes. Bakura glared back at him for a moment before dropping him to the ground, leaving him alone in the dark ally.

 

Once Bakura was gone Ryou took deep breaths, trying to get oxygen to his brain. His whole body hurt but his head hurt the worst. It felt like it was going to explode. Ryou felt his head but still there were no serious injuries. He tried to calm down and stop crying but in the end he wasn't strong enough to stop the tears.

 

Ryou sat and cried. He cried in pain and in fear. He cried until his eyes no longer poured and whipped his face. Then he hobbled into the house, afraid of what he might find.

 

Bakura was watching T.V. in the living room. Ryou leaned on the door frame for a second then began to climb the stairs when he remembered one of the many rules of living with Bakura.

 

“Do you need anything?” Ryou asked.

 

“Nah, I'm not hungry tonight,” Bakura replied as if their fight in the alley had never happened. Ryou sighed and continued his climb.

 

He wanted to collapse on his bed but first we went to wash himself up. The cut on his neck was a problem, people would notice it. Ryou really didn't want to wear a turtleneck in summer.

 

“Maybe I'll just tell them I got mugged or something,” he mumbled to himself. There were a few bruises here and there but they'd be easy to hide.

 

After putting a band aid over the cut he fell onto his bed, resting his aching head on the soft pillows. And for the first time in a week, he slept.

 

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“One more mile!” Aly told herself. She had already walked/jogged 3 miles on her treadmill and was getting tired.

 

“Remember, me, in a bikini, me wearing my old thin jeans from middle school!” Aly told herself. With her goal in mind she kept jogging. The summer was a time of tight shirts and short shorts not hoodies and jeans.

 

Aly took a gulp of water from her water bottle and focused on the music playing on her head set. Her current song was one of her own. Aly and her friends hand gone through the “Let's start a band!” faze. They had used Millie's father's recording studio, and a synthesizer, since none of them knew how to play an instrument, to make a CD. Most of the songs were ones they'd redone but a few were originals.

 

Aly's friends Millie, Kara, and Erica had all been different in their own ways. Each of them liked to have fun, sing, and act weird. Aly felt a wave of homesickness wash over her.

 

Kara had been the `pretty' one. She was thin and had the hearts of many boys at the school. Aly and Kara had chatted tons about the boys they had crushes on. Her MSN was HotChick101. Her favorite music was pop.

 

Millie had been the tall athletic one. She was a health and exercise freak and was a great basketball player. Millie was always testing Aly's strengths at sports. Her MSN was Basket_Star_20. Her favorite music was rock.

 

Erica had been the nature freak. She had tons of animals and liked to draw landscapes. She was also a tree huger. Aly and Erica had chained themselves to a tree once, to keep bulldozers from running it down. Her MSN was Doodlebug333. Her favorite music was country.

 

Got my crushie, (O he's hot!) in my homeroom! (Lucky gal!)

Friends from all sides! (Punk, Prep, Cool!)

Drowned in homework! (Cheat of my pals!)

But it's just part of life!!!!!!!!

 

Just buried underneath it alllllllllll! Gotta deal now, underneath it alllllllll!

 

Annoying family! (But always there)

Preppy snobs! (With the pink striped hair!)

Lots of clubs! (Sports, Music, Drama!)

Summer school trips! (To California!)

 

Aly sang along, remembering how much fun they had had recording that song. It was kinda silly and the group hadn't even been too good but at the time it seemed like the best song on the CD.

 

Aly looked down to see she had completed her last mile and did her cool down exercises.

 

Aly On MSN

 

AlleyKat: Hello?

 

AlleyKat:….anyone?

 

AlleyKat: GUYS REPLY!!!

 

HotChick101: Hey Aly! Waz up?

 

AlleyKat: I went to my first day of school here. It's really different but it's ok.

 

HotChick101: Cool, meet any other hot boys?

 

AlleyKat: I did meet another boy…but you'll never guess who it is!

 

HotChick101: Um…Orlando Bloom?

 

AlleyKat: No.

 

HotChick101: Some long lost brother of yours?

 

AlleyKat: No.

 

HotChick101: A gay Arabian boy?

 

AlleyKat: NO!!!!!

 

HotChick101: Then WHO DID YOU MEET!

 

AlleyKat: I met…YUGI MOTTO!!!!

 

HotChick101: THAT DUELIST DUDE?

 

AlleyKat: YES!!! The King of Games is part of the group I'm hanging out with over here!!!!!!

 

HotChick101: OH MY GOD!!!! Is he as cute in person? What's he like?

 

Doodlebug333: Hey guys, what are we talking about?

 

HotChick101: Aly met YUGI MOTTO!!!

 

Doodlebug333: Who?

 

AlleyKat: The King of Games! The best Duel Monster duelist alive!!!!!!!!

 

Doodlebug333: The guy with the hair?

 

HotChick101: YES!!!!!!

 

Doodlebug333: COOL!!!!!!

 

AlleyKat: He's not as older looking in person. He's actually quite short!

 

HotChick101: NO WAY!!!!!

 

AlleyKat: YES!!!!

 

Doodlebug333: OMG!!!!

 

AlleyKat: I'll tell you guys all about it…

 

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Ryou was surrounded by darkness. He felt around in the dark but the only solid thing around was the ground beneath his feet. Suddenly a spotlight clicked on to show four people, Ryou, Yugi, Malik and Isis.

 

Isis, Malik's sister was chanting and pricking each boy's finger to draw blood. Each boy had placed a cup for the blood inside a circle drawn into the stone floor.

 

Ryou watched himself suck on the cut finger and Yugi fiddle with his puzzle.

 

“Now you all must chant with me like a told you,” Isis commanded. The boys nodded and began to chant the ancient words Isis had taught them. Ryou heard the nervousness in their voices.

 

This was all too familiar to Ryou. He could never forget the day the yamis were freed.

 

As the chanting went on the darkness began to disappear. Light patterns flowed throughout the floor, as if someone had just poured liquid gold into a fancy mold. A wave of magic washed over the room, making the hairs on the back of Ryou's neck stand on end.

 

He heard drums, other people chanting, and they were getting louder. He had no idea what the words meant but they seemed powerful. He watched as the boys seemed to change. Very light images, holographic like images, were pulling away from the originals.

 

Ryou remembered the pain. He felt it now as he had felt it that day. His head pounded, his blood seemed to be boiling, and he felt like he was being cut in two.

 

The images were clearer now. They drank from the cups of blood, giving their bodies a more physical look. Each millennium items, the ring, puzzle, necklace and rod were glowing fiercely. Ryou cringed and closed his eyes shut tight.

 

The chanting voices seemed to be screaming in his ears, the light was blinding him, and the pain was too much for his body. He screamed out no sure if anyone could hear him or if they were screaming as well.

 

Isis's voice boomed out the last line of the chant and in one instant it all stopped. No chanting, no light, no pain, only darkness.

 

 

Ryou awoke with a start and sat up quickly. He was covered in sweat and couldn't help but tremble. He calmed himself down before looking at the clock. It was 8:34.

 

“My god, how long have I been sleeping?” he cried.

 

“A few hours,” a voice replied. Ryou jumped and looked around. Bakura had been sitting by the window the whole time.

 

“W-why…what are you doing…what's going on?” Ryou asked, surprised and scared that Bakura had been watching him.

 

“You were talking in your sleep. I heard you from downstairs. You kept calling out for help and stuff. Then you started mumbling things,” Bakura replied as if it were no big deal.

 

“Um, oh. Well, I was having a bad dream that's all,” Ryou replied. Bakura just stared at him making Ryou very uncomfortable. Bakura had been watching him sleep.

 

How long had he been watching? What could this mean? Was he planning on hurting Ryou in his sleep? Had he been listening to Ryou's dreams? Did he have a crush on Ryou or something? Was he just perverted? Ryou's head was overflowing with confusion, explanations and questions.

 

Ryou wanted to ask all these questions but instead he asked “Do you need anything?”

Bakura shook his head and stood up. “I'm not hungry tonight remember?” he replied before leaving the very confused Ryou.

 

Bakura's P.O.V

 

Bakura locked the door after entering his dark room. His room contained many weapons, comics, and DVDs all scattered on desks and some even on the floor. Of course there also was a bed and a closet but he hardly used the closet, unless we wanted to hold someone prisoner.

 

As he made his way through the dirty cloths to his bed he saw something new on the floor. He picked it up to discover it was an old comic that he had been looking for it for months. Bakura smiled, a thing he would never do in public. Ryou must have knocked it out from under the bed when Bakura grabbed him.

 

“Ryou…” Bakura said with a sad sigh. He fell onto his bed and stared at the comic, not reading, but thinking.

 

Ryou was so different from Bakura. Although people would say they were twins, if you actually took a good look they weren't the same at all. Bakura had dark, mischievous eyes and his hair was white like Ryou's but it spiked up and he had to pieces framing his face. Also Bakura's body was different as well. He was much stronger and more masculine.

 

Ryou had innocent, chocolate brown eyes and his hair was soft and white, sort of like a woman's. His body was thin and frail like, the perfect target for any bully.

 

That's what Bakura hated to see, Ryou getting bullied. Sure, he beat Ryou but Ryou was his light. Anyone else who bullied him was moving in on Bakura's territory.

 

“Stupid Ryou, if you weren't so weak and stupid we wouldn't have this problem,” Bakura said, rolling over so he could stare at the wall.

 

Instead of the wall Bakura found a face. He sat up to see the old puppy stuffed animal Bakura had stolen from Ryou months ago and had never given back. He hadn't forgotten, he just hadn't given it back. The puppy stared at Bakura with its shiny, brown eyes.

 

“If he wasn't so weak…he would be able to fight and stand up for himself. He wouldn't have to be afraid or pathetic…If he could learn to defend himself...from someone…like me…he would be strong.” Bakura whispered.

 

“But, it's not like a care about him or anything!” Bakura said to the puppy. It didn't respond.

 

“I mean, he's Ryou! He's my stupid, weak, kind to all, innocent Ryou!” Bakura told the dog. It continued to stare.

 

“I have to keep him alive or I die and I'm not ready to go yet! I still have lots of things I need to accomplish! I need to take over the world, and win that arcade game that Marik keeps beating me at!” The puppy slouched over slightly.

 

“What are you staring at you stupid sack of fluff?!” Bakura cried, grabbing the puppy by the neck. It didn't struggle. Bakura growled and grabbed its head.

 

“See how you like it when you have no head to stare at people with!” he cried.

 

The puppy was still looking at him, brow eyes wide. Bakura gasped and froze. He looked into the innocent brown eyes, and felt the limpness and weakness of the puppy in his hands. Slowly he let go of the puppy's head and dropped him on the bed.

 

“Ryou…”

 

Bakura moved away from the bed, not wanting to be near the stuffed toy. He took a deep breathe before returning to his cruel self.

 

“The great King of Thieves is afraid of no stupid, stuffed animal!” he told it loudly, clenching his fist and holding his head high. The puppy didn't respond.

 

Bakura held his pose of the king walked towards the toy. He picked it up by one of its ears and with an evil smile opened the closet.

 

“Now you will suffer in my dungeon along with the other prisoners!” he cried, placing it right between a pile of car tickets and a picture of him drunk at Marik's Christmas part. The puppy seemed looked up at him but he shook his head.

 

“No matter how much you plead you will not escape the fate that has been bestowed upon you!” Bakura laughed evilly and shut the closet door. “Begging gets you no where. You have to learn not to show your fear…not to beg…not to cry.”

 

Then he frowned. He was bored, left with an empty feeling inside. So, he left this room, and the puppy, comic in hand.

 

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Emmy: Ok, R&R please! I never thought Bakura was pure evil but I'm not sure if I showed it well enough. I know my song stunk but I needed something original.