Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Salvation of Silence ❯ Salvation of Silence ( Chapter 1 )

Mistress: This is one of those spur of the moment fic's or something like that. Anyway read it and the tell me what you think. The scene starts at volume six of the Manga, you know after Ryou touches the Millennium puzzle and he can hear Bakura now. Yeah, well this is my spin on it. A bit more depressing and a bit more mental…yeah…so enjoy.

Oh and soon I will be publishing ( writing ) a Malik angst, and after that maybe another Yugi angst. Sorry if you guys are getting tired of so much Ryou but he's my favorite character!

 

~* Salvation of Silence *~

 

He looked around himself franticly trying to locate the sound. The room was empty except for the mirror and other things one would find in a bathroom. Was he going mad? Surely he was for a voice was talking to him, inside his head. Brown eyes closed and opened as fear rolled down his back. Droplets of red seeped through his clothing where his Sennen Ring lay.

 

With shaking hands he unbuttoned his white shirt, stained red white shirt to be precise. His breathing became shallow and fast. The points of the golden ring were imbedded in his skin. Deep into his muscles so that more blood spilt forward every time he took in a breath or moved.

 

With terror in his eyes he looked up at his reflection. He gasped as a second figure emerged next to him. Now he was surely mad.

 

`My poor little host…scared? Do you think you're insane?'

 

Evil laughter filled the empty bathroom and his head. With panicked movements he tried to pry the ring out of his flesh causing more elixir of life to sill across the white ceramic floor.

 

` My dear host you will never be able to rid yourself from me…'

 

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!”

 

The boy collapsed onto his knees and pulled at his white locks that had caused him on numerous occasions to be mistaken as a girl.

 

`You must be so confused…let me enlighten you…I am not in your head…I am in your body, your soul…your ring'

 

He stared in horror at the stained ring still attached to his chest. This was not real…it couldn't be…there was no way.

 

“SHUT UP! YOU DON'T EXIST!”

 

Rocking back and forth on his heels he tried to will the voice away. Unconsciously putting a barrier up that would block the demon inside of him from getting out or gaining control.

 

`You rude boy…this is the thanks I get…no matter… I can wait…'

 

With those last words the voice faded away and with it the blood on the floor and on his shirt disappeared and the ring points pulled themselves out leaving flawless creamy skin. With shaky limbs the boy dragged himself out of the bathroom and into his bed, sorrow leaking from his eyes and onto the pillow as he slept.

 

The young boy grew more panicked and scared each day as the volume and the time of stay of the voice increased. It was there all the time, watching, waiting, telling him things…horrible things. He was always jumpy and tense. Although nothing like the bloody ring had happened again things around him seemed to twist themselves and reality was warping in his mind. It was all that voices fault. As he returned from a day of school his breathing was labored as the voice had returned and was now telling him about gruesome slayings, about how nothing was real, whispers of crimes to commit. For months now he had battled the voice and he was growing tired.

 

“SHUT UP! YOU'RE NOT REAL! GET OUT OG MY HEAD!”

 

His angry voice echoed through the lonely apartment. He was now talking to the imaginary voice. Laughter filled his head as his frantic eyes looked for anything to shut it up. The scared brown eyes landed on a knife on the kitchen sink. Running to it while letting chairs he bumped into collapse onto the ground.

 

`What are you doing?'

 

The voice demanded. Grinning crazily as he walked into his room the boy replied, “Shutting you up.”

 

`You stupid boy! No!'

 

Crawling onto his bed he leaned against the wall. Taking the knife he gently put it to his wrist and flicked it across it. Waiting a few moments for the skin to split and for the crimson droplets to emerge he did the same to the other wrist. The sharp pain in each wrist pounded against his head drowning out all other noise. Smiling to himself he repeated the procedure. The voice was gone. His body collapsed onto the bed the knife falling to the ground. Rolling tiredly the boy picked it up again and held it vertically to his wrist. He could see his pulsing veins and made the cuts. The pain dulled into a comfortable rhythm in his head. No more voice. He was cured…

 

Brown eyes closed, the knife dropped onto the bed noiselessly, and the blood kept flowing. The dull beating of the boy's heart stopped as did his breathing. He got what he wanted…complete silence.

 

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