Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Slowly Sinking And No One To Save Me ❯ The Way Things Are ( Chapter 1 )

Mistress: I know I shouldn't be starting any new Yugioh fics before I finish my others but I really felt like writing this, after all Ryou is my fave character… I am worried about how this will turn out since, I'm new to writing about Yugioh and stuff. ^//////^ I just hope I don't mess things up.

 

I am saying this now so that I do not get flamed or yelled at. Every single one of my stories has been influenced by someone around me, something I heard, or something I read. You WILL notice plot similarities I realize that. The inspiration for this story came from a dream I had, my Mix Cd, and the story called Yugi's Little Secrets. I also wish to point out that it is very difficult to write a completely original story with so many new authors popping up. (not that that's a bad thing) Thank you for your consideration.

 

Genre: Angst/Romace/Action/Adventure.

Pairings: RB,YY,SJ,MM,MB(only a little),MBM (limited barely even there)

Rating: PG-13 to R

Warnings: Shounen ai, some graphics, character bashing, etc.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story.

 

Slowly Sinking And No One To Save Me

 

Chapter 1: The way things are.

 

People die everyday,

People cry everyday

People are born everyday

People smile everyday

That's the way things are

 

The seasons change

Reincarnating every year in a never ending cycle,

Time passes,

The clock always ticking

That's the way things are

 

For every strong child

A weak one is born

For every child that survives

Another dies

That's the way things are

 

Every house has walls,

Every home has a heart,

Every picture has a story,

Every day has a pattern

That's just the way things are

 

Ryou Bakura, 13/2/05(1)

 

The room had white walls and white silky curtains. To the right as the sun pooled into the room was a queen sized bed with light blue covers and a white pillow. At the foot of the bed was a wooden drawer on top of which were a lamp shaped like an angel, a silver Durabrand Cd player, a silver pen with a gold dragon wrapped around it, and a picture of a young woman. She had beautiful white hair that flew around her like a halo. She wore a yellow dress and behind her you could see a beach. She wore a soft smile on her complexion.

 

Past that and to the right was a book case filled with titles such as “Fallen Angel”(2), “The Dead and Dying”(2), “Forlorn Hope”(2), and “You don't know me”(3). Across from it on the other side of the simple room was a desk that one would find in the room of most teenagers. It held a computer and some books that lay scattered carelessly. At the center of the organized mess lay an open black notebook. The wind that was flowing through the open window flipped the pages in order, as if reading.

 

Slowly the wind died down and the journal stopped at a poem… “The Way Things Are”. The author of the poem was a young albino named Ryou Bakura. He had warm chocolate eyes which concealed more secrets than it revealed. He was of British heritage and very soft spoken. He had a darker half to himself which had recently been released. The King of Thieves, Bakura. His eyes were ice and his character sharp.

 

The said teen entered the room and moved to his desk to drop his school supplies off. Closing his eyes, the hikari, checked for the presence of his darker half. He was most likely with Yami and Marik. A long year ago all three Yami's had been granted their own bodies. At first Ryou had been abused his Yami. He often found himself near death. Of course not wanting to loose his play toy Bakura always made sure to stop before the hikari crossed that line of salvation.

 

Finding that he was not within his sensing distance; which even though small reached as far as the living room downstairs, (the word small is used because the living room was located right underneath Ryou's room) he opened his school bag and pulled out the homework he had been assigned to do, mathematics. His pale hand reached into the black bag again and he pulled out a torn Algebra book. It hadn't been this way at the beginning of the day, Ryou would never allow his books to get into this bad of a condition voluntarily. No, this was done by a bully at his school.

 

Sighing, the albino started to work on his homework only to find that the page the assignment was on had been torn by the older boy who had confronted him earlier today. A strange wave hit him and he knew his Yami was near. Ryou quickly stuffed the torn book into his bag, no need to have Bakura find out especially if a lecture was involved.

 

Every time something went amiss or Ryou was bullied Bakura would blame it on him. Saying things such as “You could've defended yourself!” or “Don't be so pathetic.” A few times more insulting words were added in some rare cases the Tomb Robber would apologize for his harsh words as well. Most of the time it was the former and Ryou didn't feel like a lecture today. Maybe tomorrow but not today.

 

He decided to look for other homework as not to give Bakura any reason to be suspicious. Ryou chuckled to himself, what was he saying? Bakura was always suspicious. He heard the door to his room creek open. Not turning around Ryou pulled out his Grammar book and with a bang dropped it on his table.

 

“Ryou…I'm hungry,” the strong voice of Bakura rang through the room.

 

“Then eat something,” Ryou said using the paper he was going to use for math and starting on his assignment.

 

“Ryou, but I want your cooking,” Bakura slightly whined behind him.

 

A few months prior it would've been comment, cook, beat half to death for some odd reason. Deciding not to push his luck with the violent Yami he stood up and plastered a small smile on his face. The albino turned around to face Bakura. He was wearing a black hoody, which he got who knows where, and army patterned loose Cargo Jeans. Ryou had bought him neither of those so he assumed that he had gone with Marik and Yami to get them.

 

“What do you want to eat ma- Yami?” Ryou politely inquired almost saying master out of habit.

 

Luckily for him the Tomb Robber was too hungry to notice his small slip of words.

 

“Whatever you cook is fine,” he said with a wave of his hand.

 

He nodded and pushed past Bakura into the hallway. He descended the stairs and entered the sparkling clean kitchen. The only reason anything stayed clean was because of him. What to cook Bakura and his endless appetite? Deciding he wasn't in the mood to cook something complicated he started to make macaroni and his special sauce which he seemed to have gotten his Yami addicted to. Ryou pulled out pots and pans and the required ingredients all the while too absorbed in what he was doing to notice a certain thief watch him from the other room.

 

The hikari slowly but surely started preparing the meal, he only made enough for his Yami knowing that he wouldn't eat anything himself. Besides he didn't need to eat more than what he ate at school, for more than one reason. Many of those reason had a connection to the King of Thieves sitting in the living room waiting for his food. Almost and hour later Ryo was done. He slowly brought his Yami the food.

 

If he weren't in such a calm mood he would've laughed at the way his Yami almost pounced on the food, even so Ryou allowed himself to smile.

 

“What took you so long?” he asked while taking the steaming plate from the hikari.

 

“I was preparing it, unless of course you would've liked half cooked food,” Ryou chastised slightly.

 

“Hmph…just hurry up next time…” Bakura said sitting down and turning the TV on his complete attention on that.

 

Ryou sighed and walked back up the stairs to his room. His yami was one strange puzzle. At times he would hate Ryou or make fun of him for cooking, saying it was feminine. Other times he would beg Ryou to cook. Well not beg more like ask for it whine a little and unbeknownst to him scare Ryou into cooking. Just as Ryou sat down in his chair the phone rang. Knowing Bakura wouldn't get it he speedily walked back downstairs and into the living room. Times like these he wished that he had a phone installed upstairs.

 

“Moshi Moshi,” he said smoothly.

 

“Ryou? This is Yugi!”

 

“Hello Yugi, is there something you need?”

 

“Uhm…yeah I have an announcement to make and I want everybody to be there. Can you come to the shop right now?”

 

Ryou glanced at his Yami “Do you want Bakura along as well?”

 

“Of course!”

 

“Alright…we'll be there as soon as possible,” he finished and then put the phone down.

 

“Ma- Bakura, Yugi needs us at the Game Shop, it sounded important. Do you think you could separate from your food long enough to come?” Ryou asked his Yami.

 

He was suspecting more of an argument but Bakura stood up grumbling and started to lead the way to Yugi's.

 

AUTHORS BLAH BLAH

 

This is sort of like the ground base. Ya know, putting down the basics, I have a feeling that this was as boring as hell for anyone who read it or is reading it. Blame it on curfew. -___-;; lame I know. Well feedback will tell if I should post the second chapter or take the story off. I have an odd feeling that even if I got flamed for this, which I hope I will not, I would keep it up here…or not. Depends on the feedback ^__^ soooo review please!

 

I wrote the poem for this story so no stealing please! I don't know why anyone would want to but it has happened before.

 

I don't know if these are actual book titles. I just wrote them as I felt like it.

 

This is an actual book which I do own. Really good if you like psychological stuff and dark stuff. ^__^ Recommended by me, I also recommend the book Cut.