Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ My Promise ❯ Teenage Saga: mirror-me events ( Chapter 18 )

18 Teenage Saga: mirror-me events.

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh isn't mine. I do not own Ryou, Bakura, or any other characters.

 

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A new day began. Great. New day. New chances. New things. I love the new! Perhaps because the old isn't worth for keeping.

Wow! Lookie-lookie. It's only 6.32 AM. Gosh, I never wake up at this early time. Even Keith doesn't wake up this early. Great. Now I can work further with the reports. Or just relax. Hmmm, I choose option 2.

I love relax. Relaxing is good. Especially when you aren't able to relax much. I mean, having Keith as roommate and relaxing won't mix. I've tried once. I ended up with a cold shower and a punch in my stomach. I puked afterwards. Luckily I didn't receive pneumonia of it.

Hmmm. Lets see. Oh yeah, now I remember the dream. You know, I've had a gorgeous dream. No, not about a pink pony again. Nah, about a mirror-me. He was really nice in my dream. And there was one point I was sort of flying. Ha, like that can happen for real. I mean, with the construction of the human body that's nearly impossible.

“Actually, it can.” I immediately sat up straight, scanning the room. Hmmm, mirror-me is still here. Come-on Ryou, go back to sleep. You woke up before the dream ended.

“Still in your `this-is-all-a-dream' stadium? Geez, how long does it take for you to understand this is NO dream, but pure reality! I guess longer than I expected.” He was currently sitting on my bed. He was looking in a very intense way at my face, while playing with the dream-catcher my dad gave me yesterday. He was probably 2.5 feet away from me. This time I nearly fainted. I mean, I never had a dream where somebody said TWICE this was no dream!

“Gomen I scared the hell outta you. Anyway, I only wanted to know where the TV is in this huge building. I've searched a bit, but I nearly got lost.” I guess he woke me up. Of course! That's why I woke up so early! I knew it couldn't have been an accident I woke up by myself.

“Can you stand up now? I'm missing `the Morning-Show'!” The what-Show? Wasn't that show made for little kids? For un-raised peeps? For peeps who won't sleep longer than 5 hours per night? For peeps unlike me?

“HEY! You promised to try not to think negative again. Look what you're doing right now. Negative thinking is mildly said. Now, show me the TV!” He grabbed my arm, and almost pulled me off my warm bed. I already miss the blankets.

I gave him- Oh yeah, he wanted to be named after my surname, GREAT! -cynically meant- Anyway, I gave BAKURA a face, before standing up. Hmmm, another note to myself: Never hope for an eventually mirror-me again. This guy's already killing me by waking me up before 11 o'clock, the usual time for me to wake up.

“RYOU!” He nearly shouted ... wait a second. Shout? Dear gods! Keith said `no noise'!

“You told me also some stuff about the Keith-dude yesterday. He seems a really `nice' guy. Hmmm, maybe he likes cold showers too?” Bakura's eyes obviously turned into the sleeping boy on the other side of the room. No way! I've tried to do something about the case `Keith' earlier. That's when I received the broken rib.

“He's killing you, little friend. Anyway, first stop, the bathroom. Let's get you dressed first. Then, the TV.” He pulled at my Pj's, already heading for the bathroom. I couldn't resist his strong pull, so I unwillingly followed him.

He gently pushed me into the bathroom, exactly unlike Keith does. Hmmm, he's nice.

“See. Positive thinking makes you look happier. Now, here I've got some jeans, and a T-shirt. And don't you dare wear those socks!” He pointed at my feet, where I saw 2 pink colored socks. Heh, heh, oopsie.

“Now, get dressed. I'm waiting outside. Even if I won't see anything necessary at privacy, I think you'll like privacy better than an open door.” I nodded very unsure at Bakura, and closed the door. Perfect.

I immediately sank down to the ground. Boom, boom. WOW! My heart was racing quite rapidly. After all, I just met a mirror-me, I mean Bakura. That's NOT a daily thing to happen. Really. And this can't be a dream. Dreams are more unexpected. Not like this. Dreams are stranger than this. This is just unlike the reality. But it isn't a dream. Perhaps a concoction. An illusion. Or just a chimera. Dunno. At least no dream. Or reality.

“Ryou, stop thinking and get dressed!” I heard Bakura yelling at me from the other side of the door. Oops. Forgotten. He can hear me thinking. Woohoo. I feel the privacy around me. Not.

Hmmm, never knew Keith could sleep through all this noise. Perhaps he's been drugged. Or blacked out. You know, THAT was something I'd like to see.

I slowly stood up, and stripped off my pj's. Great. Another bruise. It looks like I'm collecting bruises this week. I already got past 7 ones. Luckily I can cover them up. No one will suspect I've been abused. And Keith won't get caught. Yippy. Else it would be even more abuse for me.

Now, let's see. Hmmm, It's been more than 2 weeks ago I got a warm shower ... nah, the concoction was waiting outside. I better hurry. I sighed another time, and washed my face. Slowly. Of course. I've always been slowly.

“RYOU! Get the hell here. I'm missing `The Morning-Show'!” I heard a yell from Bakura. Great. Hit me if Keith didn't hear that! Anyway, I'd better hurry. Concoctions never wait.

Oh, lookie-lookie, he gave me my favorite T-shirt to wear. Luckily it's Saturday, so I won't have to deal with a uniform -hate those things- for a whole day.

When I was finally ready, I opened the door, only to see the concoction smiling at me.

“Though I love my new nickname, I'm no concoction. The name's Bakura. And now we better hurry to the TV ... where is that thing anyway?”

“In a special room ... but if you're no concoction of dream ... what ARE you?” While I was asking this, I motioned him to come with me. I slowly walked to the door, with would lead us to the corridor. From here it was a 2-minute walk to the TV-room.

“A spirit. HEY! Don't look dumbfounded. I can't help it. And I don't know how I got here, but I DO remember you told me I could stay with you forever. So here I am again. And this time you won't leave me, or otherwise.” Well, I'm surprised. Okay, more confused. I never really believed in spirits. But after this? Yes, I think I do.

“What happened to your Japanese anyway? Forgot how to speak it?” We were now almost at the TV-room. Bakura was walking next to me, making a very strange jump after every 3 passes. Heh, heh. Looked a bit funny.

“Though I come from Japan, here we only speak English. Most because nobody speaks Japanese here at Winchester. But I still know some words in Japanese. Oh, lookie-lookie, we're here.” ... did I really say `lookie-lookie' out loud? Damn.

“Now, now, Ryou. Don't cuss like that. But please don't talk to me now. I already told you peeps can't see me, so just talk to me through your mind.” He immediately shut his mouth, because we entered the TV-room. Damn. Only little kids. Great.

# So? Come-on Ryou. Grab the remote control and turn on the second channel! # Wow. This mind-thingy is giving me the creeps. Well, better not argue.

I grabbed the remote control, much to despise of some little kids, and turned on channel 2. Looks like Bakura knew what to do. And we made it just in time.

# JIPPY! There's the magic girl. She always magically gets a bunny out of her hat! # Bakura cheered next to me, while sitting down, right in front of the TV. Figures. Nobody can see him, so what's the point of adjusting yourself to the rest of the room? No point, that's right. Now only hope this won't happen more. It's killing me. Waking up before 10.

# Shut up, hikari. You're ruining the trick! # Bakura snorted. Great. Now everyone thought I snorted. Woohoo. I feel so popular right now. Surrounded by little peeps. Watching a dumb show. No wait. The show wasn't THAT dumb. Heh, heh. This part I like a bit. Tom and Jerry. Always loved those two.

# SEE! I told you `The Morning-Show' is fun! # Bakura pointed his finger to the screen, where Jerry was making a deal with the dog. Heh, heh. Dumb dog. Thinking the little mouse would really give him a bone. Hello! Mice can't carry bones! ... never mind. He just did.

# You think too much. Relax a bit and watch some more cartoons # He snorted again. Great. More stares into my direction. Thanks `Kura, for taking me to this place.

# No thanks. But I still prefer the WHOLE name better! # Yes. He snorted. Hmmm, looks like he does that often ... Of course he does. That's why I knew he was a childhood-friend of mine.

Suddenly Bakura turned around and smiled in my direction. Now where did that came from? Hmmm, he's strange.

# It's not like you're normal # He answered me. Cool reaction. Nice comeback. Though he never left this room -never mind. I'm complicated. That's all-. But what to do! No one here has the stupid idea to SMILE at a local nitwit peep like me! And above that, he also said something cool back to me, though I was completely being stupid again. Emmm, think, Ryou. What to do next? What to answer? How to react? Think! And make it quick.

I smiled back.

Okay, that was dumb. I wonder if I wasn't making a complete fool out of myself. I never smile at peeps. They only smile at me. In a negative way. Perhaps that was Bakura doing. Sarcastically smiling at me. Of course. And stupid me smiled back. I'm a goof.

# You're not. I smiled at you cuz you're nice. But now shut the hell up, `The Pinky and the Brain' is coming up next! # He was staring at the TV-screen. Again. Geez, talking about a useful waist of time. Immediately after my comment I heard a snort ringing through my mind. Great. I love mind talking. Not.

Hmmm, but the cartoon was kinda funny. Maybe a bit more funny than I expected at first. Aw well, it'd be a shame not to watch the cartoon, wouldn't it? After all, I was the one who turned this channel on, didn't I?

Heh, heh. Those mice are funny.

 

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“So ... what do ya like to do on most Saturdays? I doubt watch TV, or making fun.” Bakura was now talking normally to me again, because there was no one else around here. I was currently sitting on my lovely bed, while he was positioned in my chair. I love much space between 2 peeps. Especially when one peep is me. It makes me feel safe ... of safer. He was looking at me in the usual intense way. I hated that way, but I better not tell.

“Are you gonna keep up the negative thinking, or are you gonna change your mind and be the happy person you were 9 years ago?” He smiled at me again. Damn. This is giving me the creeps. I hate smiling peeps. Peeps I know only smile when they're abusing me. Or when they're up to something bad. Well, something bad, seen from my eyes. For them, it's a great spending of their time.

“I usually make my homework at Saturday, and do whatever I want on Sunday. Except if my homework is too much for making it all on Saturday. Like now.” I just HAD to add that last comment. Making 2 reports, just for English class, WAS pretty much for me. Don't forget I also have other homework to make.

“You know. Don't make that report for the Keith-dude. He's not worth getting a satisfactory by only threatening you. And for today, you won't make any homework. I hate seeing you work all day. And plus, I want to get you outta here. I wanna go back to Japan. WITH you.” He crossed his arms, while remaining silent again. Possibly waiting for an answer. Well. An answer he'll get.

“Then what! Live further in Japan? Bakura, I'd love to, but I can't. I live here now. And I can't just follow a concoctio- I mean `spirit'.” There. All done. I finally said it. You know, exactly 3 hours ago I thought he was really a concoction. Well, not that my mind changed his mind, but I still don't really believe this is all real.

“You don't trust me.”

What the Fuck? Of course I don't. I trusted my dad, who sent me to this stupid school. ALONE. Don't forget he was the one who said to visit me very often, but never showed up here more than once per two years. I trusted my roommate Keith at first, who used me for making all his homework, and still uses me as his personal boxing-ball. I trusted the careers-master, who said I could tell him everything anonymous, but in the end the whole school knew I talked about Keith`s abusive moments, which earned me almost a broken leg, 27 bruises, 13 cuts, and a pile of homework to make for others, from here to Japan! Splendid. Now, I have to trust a spirit. A UNREAL being. A concoction. A thing what can talk to me and says to trust me.

“Why won't you try? Though I have some strange moments, I'm nice. And I promise I won't take advantage out of you. Really! Though I'm a thief, I'm very nice toward you. You helped me out when I didn't know where to go. Now, I'll help you getting you out of this school. And if you still think this is a dream, why don't take everything out of it? `No' you have, `yes' you can get.”

Wow. I never thought of it that way. I mean yes, if this was a dream, I would be silly not to take any chances. And if not, well, I've got nothing to loose. I'm not really past 16, so I still have to go to school. But I can to that also in Japan. And I can live on my own, so dad won't have to be worried ... but still ...

Suddenly Bakura stood up, and walked over to me. Stop! No step closer! I hate too close spaces between two peeps. Especially when one of the two is I.

“You're thinking way too much. Relax for once. And we'll get you out of here. I promise. And you know how I think about promises.” Then he sat down, exactly an inch away from me. Wow. This is getting creepier than I expected. I think this can't go anymore scarier than this.

Cut the last comment. It did.

He hugged me. HUGGED me! As in contact with himself and me. WOW! Yesterday he did that too, but then I thought this was all a wicked dream. Now I'm officially scared ... wait. Perhaps `scared' isn't the right word. It wasn't THAT scary. More like a total surprise to me. Now I don't tense anymore, it doesn't feel scary anymore. Yey for me. I'm not tensing up anymore if someone's touching/hugging me. And it wasn't scary!

Nah, the right word was comfortable. Warm. Fuzzy ... fuzzy? Where that word did came from? Well, I guess peeps make you feel fuzzy when they hug you. I never got hugged much. Probably the reason I don't know where the word fuzzy came from.

“See. I told you. You tense up too much. Relax for once. You'll feel better. I doubted you won't. But now, tell me how I can get you outta here.” Hmm, quite a pushy-boy. Aw well, I can get used to that ... errmmm, and WHERE did that came from? I wasn't exactly planning to be a spirit's friend for the rest of my life. More like for the rest of the day. Then go to sleep, and wake up in my old life. Boring, but it's MY life.

“Emmm, perhaps we can write an E-mail to my dad, so we can convince him I'm not happy at this school. Then he can transfer me to Japan again.” Yes, that would be the easiest thing to do. I doubt it would work, but I could give it a chance anyway. I mean, what do I have to loose here at Winchester? Well, nothing.

“Nah. He won't let you. Iie, I was more thinking ... of a ... more alternative way ... I mean, how good is this school protected? I doubt it would be impossible to break out.” He wasn't holding me anymore after this state. Hey, the fuzzy feeling disappeared. Now, what was he telling me ... WHAT!

“BREAK OUT!” I shouted at Bakura. No way. He may be a thief, I WILL NOT become one too! I won't break out, break in, run away. Whatever. I'd rather be here than somewhere alone in Europe with the cops on my heels.

“Don't shout it out! People could hear you, then there would be a zero-percent chance for us to leave your baka school.” Well, that didn't calm me down. Great. Can I scream? Oops, forgot. I think I can't. Bakura said not to shout it out. And screaming is shouting out loud. Hmmm, Houston, we have a problem.

“Who's Houston? Well, never mind. So, tell me where the back exit is.” Great. He was really planning to escape. Lucky me. I never knew concoctions were this pushy ... I mean I never knew `Spirits' were this pushy.

“Emmm ... we have no back exit. At least, I never saw one ... I mean, I never searched for one. But anyway, you can go, but I'm staying here. I don't want to get into troubles. Or having a whole police-army on the heels. Sorry for you.” I added the last comment a bit hesitantly. I mean, I just refused his help to get me out of here. Though he was a concoction who said to be a spirit, I couldn't help but secretly like him as a friend.

“Demo ... Ryou ... I want YOU to go with me ... I wanna show you everything I've learned in Japan. I even learned how to write, for Ra! I wanna see nowadays' world, WITH you. Not alone. Else I wouldn't have tried for 9 years to get here!” Well. That's quite overwhelming. Damn. I don't know how to answer this.

“Listen, Ryou. I'd be very disappointed if you wouldn't go with me. I wasted already too much time of my life for just getting to you again. If you don't wanna go with me, or if you still think this is all a stupid dream, tell it me now. I hate turning around things. Just say it, then I'll know. Then I'll leave, and you won't have to see me again. But don't turn around the truth. Don't let me believe you still like me as a friend, then dump me if the time comes. Though I'm a tomb-robber, I've trusted you, and I have feelings too. Though I never show them.” He was looking at me in the usual intense way. Geez, I'm feeling comfortable. Not.

But what to answer? I don't want to let this conc- I mean spirit down. But I still couldn't believe he was real. And I didn't know him THAT well. So tell me ONE reason for trusting an unknown spirit? Well, I know none. But then again, I don't want him to leave. I mean, even though he isn't real, he is really nice to me. And don't forget he's the only one -or `thing'- that talks to me around here. Hmmm, Dilemma.

“I thought the choice was quite easy.” The concoction suddenly stated. Wait, I'm still calling him `concoction'. Damn. It's `spirit', Ryou! Not a concoction. Too bad I only believe in concoctions, and not in spirits.

“Ryou, I think I know the answer. Then this will be a goodbye. Have fun for the rest of your miserably life, and I hope you'll learn someday you can't stay away from the adventure. From the new. Well, goodbye then. I had a great time with you. And I already survived 3000 years. So what were those 9 years I tried to get here? Nothing, I tell you. Well, I better go. Don't look for me, you won't find me.” He turned around. Through his speech he didn't look me in the face. Damn. He slowly walked away from me, and before he closed the door of my room, he looked me one more time in the eyes. Only sadness could be read in his eyes. Damn again.

I feel so guilty. I even mess up with a spirit. I messed up with the only one around here who wanted to be MY friend! MY friend. Not someone else's friend. Nope. Just me. Lonely and boring me, who has nobody to talk with. The only one who gets only A+ for tests, always has a + for behavior in classes, but has an F for contacts with other school-kids. I never had someone to talk with, because everyone thought I was too different compared to him or her, and that was the reason they never liked me as a normal friend. Everyone here thought I was a strange boy from abroad, who didn't mind having no one at all. Well, except the spirit. Bakura. Heh, heh. His name is sweet. Looks like we're related somehow.

WHAT WAS I THINKING?!

I immediately ran forward, but since my condition is zero dot zero, it wasn't a brilliant action. I almost tripped over my own legs, and remained having balance after I made a really strange twirl, which I doubt it would've looked cool. Damn. I suck at making fast moves. But anyway. Up to the main problem.

“Bakura ... Stop. I- ... Gomen nasai.” I strolled forward, to the door. I doubt he could hear me, but I said it anyway. I opened the door as fast as I could, only the see Bakura still standing in the door-opening, looking at me. No emotion on his face. Damn. I know I'm gonna look stupid. But I won't care. I mean, nobody ever thought I wasn't stupid!

“Emmm ... can you please come in? I ... I want to talk with you.” I immediately bowed my head. I hate looking peeps up in the eyes. Makes me feel so rude. And I'm rather a minor than a major.

“Why? What's so important you have to take me inside again? Listen, I'm leaving, so don't try to slow me down. I've made my decision.” Damn. Well, that was it. I can't do anything to it again.

And here I go again. Bakura was right, I was thinking way too negative about everything. I mean, I haven't even tried getting him inside again!

“It's important.” I stated, still looking to the ground. Wait a second! He shove me aside and walked back in ... Yippy! Applause for the loner, peeps! I finally did something what was worth it!

I also walked inside again, and closed the door behind me. He was currently sitting on my bed again. Great. Now tell him.

“Emmm ... I never answered your question. I know you know I think you're still a concoction, and I know also you know I think you're not real ... but I wanna give it a chance.” Great. That sounded lame. I doubt he would listen to me.

“Why can I trust you?” Why is he asking me these difficult questions? I hate difficult questions! But I'll try to answer them anyway. After all, I always have an A+ for tests, so why won't I be able to answer this one!

“I've been thinking. You are the only one ... who wanted to be my friend here. I appreciate that. Even though you aren't a real peep ... and I'll try to believe you're a spirit, instead of a ghost ... Bakura?” Why wasn't he answering me. Why wasn't he reacting at my bloody speech? I sucked. I know. But I've tried it anyway. Doesn't that count?

“It counts. I just wanted to hear it from you. Not from the thoughts you were having a moment ago ... you know, Ryou. You still forget I can read you mind anytime you think something ... as for an reaction ... I think you already know the answer.” Well, I appreciate the privacy I'm having with my thought. Not. But what the hell does he means with the last state? NO, I don't know! Else I wouldn't have been so nervous at this very moment!

Damn. Now I still don't know if he'll stay. I mean, of course I hope he does, but after everything I thought about him, I doubt he wants to stay with stupid and boring me.

“When you were still a child, you were much more confident about yourself. Funny. I taught you that. Now it seems you have forgotten to have confidence in yourself ... shall I teach it again?”

“I missed you, Ryou Bakura.” He said. Damn. I'm sobbing. And I can't stop. Help me! I hate a crying me. Makes me feel so stupid.

“You're not stupid. You're different, which makes you special. That's just the thing most people can't see. The difference between strange or special. In your case, I call you special.” Wow. I'm special ...

Suddenly he stood up, and walked to me. I don't mind. I'm special ...

“So ... are you up for another hug?” Oh, you bet!

I immediately wrapped my arms around him and hugged him really tight. Hello new friend. Hello fuzzy feeling. I love you both ... well, not as in love love, just like love like as friends. As for you both, I'd be the happiest boy on earth if you both would stay with me. Hmmm, though Bakura isn't 100 real, he IS warm. And fuzzy. And much nicer than everyone else around here! Woohoo. I'm SO lucky!

“I know, little friend ... but I have still a question I really wanna ask you.” Bakura was still hugging me. Ooh, you sweet spirit, you can ask me everything.

“Are you sure there's no exit door around here?”

Well. Okay, perhaps not everything can be asked- I thought as I snickered in his shirt. He, on the other hand, patted my head softly, probably waiting for an answer.

What was I thinking! This was probably a big mistake, letting him be my friend with all the consequences. Aw well, it's worth a try anyway.

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Thankies:

loathed wolf spirit: well thankies for your cool review. I haven't looked for the lyrics of the song you mentioned to me yet, but if I remember it, I will in the future ((I have a memory that can be compared with a FISH!)) anyway, I hope this chap was updated fast enough, and I hoped you like it!

Shinigami: Heey you, thankies for reviewing li'll old me. Indeed, Ryou is wanted in more than 25 countries, but you'll have to figure that out next chap ... actually, if anything isn't clear to you, you can always ask or e-mail me ... except for the ending of the fic that is :P I hope you liked this chap, and keep on reading ((and perhaps reviewing)) my fic!

SilverWing147: hey you, I updated sooner than normal this time ((at least, I think I did )) I'm über-happy you still love the way Ryou thinks, because for me it's different to write ... also I'm happy you like this new style ... though it's pretty negative it belongs to 15-year old Ryou ... you'll see him grow later in my fic I promise ((cliché, but I really wanted to say it))

forever broken/eve: Hello you! It's so nice of you to review me yes, you spell `Yami' with an Y ... it's a long story to tell why I usually write it with an `J' ... I'll try and fix it though anyway, paniwi's fics indeed rock, and I totally agree with you ... yet I'm also happy you think my fic is cool I hope you loved this chap, and keep on reviewing me!

Paniwi: well, Baku didn't exactly took Ryou back with his mind, but I think this is just as cool besides, now they can talk about things! ((Check upcoming chapter 23 if you want the evidence ... don't say I have too many chaps in stock! I know it's true, but I am SHY in updating, that's all! -cries-)) anyway, I hope this chap will content you for a little while or so, and keep on reviewing me XD