CHAPTER 1: THE WAY THINGS ARE
“Oh jeeze Bakura, just wake the hell up already!”
My eyelids twitched and opened. I figured there was something important going on, so I sat up with a groan. I yawned and supported myself with my arms. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and blinked, trying to see. I looked to the left and saw him leaning against the back wall, পরবর্তি to my dresser.
“Finally. I wanna go out today.”
“Huh?” I ব্যক্ত with a tired sigh. My mind was too foggy with exhaustion to comprehend anything.
“I . . . want to go . . . out . . . today,” the Spirit ব্যক্ত slowly with a glare. He jerked his chin toward the Millennium Ring sitting on my bedside table. “Come on, get up.”
“What time is it?” I asked, things getting clearer.
“It's about ten. Seriously, come on. I want to go to th- somewhere.” It goes without saying he was in a hurry.
I pulled off my covers and worked my way out of বিছানা into a standing position. I stretched and grabbed my Ring, pulling it over my head. I went to open the blinds and squinted in the sunlight. “What do আপনি need to go somewhere?” I challenged.
His eyes narrowed. “No. Either way, it's none of your business, is it?”
“Well, actually-” I started to say, but he cut me off.
“Just get dressed. I want to go soon as possible and get out of this bloody house.”
“You don't like my house?” I joked, not wanting to get into an argument this early (well, early for me).
But he wasn't in the mood for joking. “Just get dressed!” he snapped at me.
“Okay, okay,” I said, putting my hands in the air, palms forward. I opened my closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and my পছন্দ blue-and-white striped shirt.
“Jeeze please don't wear that again. Don't আপনি have something আরো . . . edgy to wear?”
“Not like I have many other clothes,” I ব্যক্ত and yawned, not completely awake yet. “I wear my uniform six days out of seven. I don't really spend my free time shopping for black pants and leather jackets.”
“At least wear that black t-shirt. And the gray jeans,” he said, আরো demanding than asking.
I rolled my eyes and said, “Fine.”
I changed out of my sweats and sleep শার্ট and into the clothes the Spirit picked out. I brushed my teeth and hair, then pulled on my shoes. The whole time, Spirit just watched and ব্যক্ত nothing.
“Not bad, I guess,” he ব্যক্ত when I was pulling on my jacket. “Now switch me so I can go.”
“Okay,” I ব্যক্ত back, problem sounding like and pouty kid.
I closed my eyes and inhaled and exhaled a big gust of air. Then I was inside my own mind, in the in-between of our two souls.
The Millennium Ring contained the Spirit's soul for thousands of years. (Thats why I call him “the Spirit”, because he's the spirit of the Ring.) Since there's only room for one soul per human body, one of us has to reside in the Ring while the other is in my body.
Now, I was surrounded my a blur of dark রঙ and the Spirit stood (in mid air) in front of me.
We looked almost exactly alike. He had my hair color, my eye color, my face, everything. The differences were subtle: a slight difference in the hair style and in the shape of the eyes. But we still looked like clones.
“Are আপনি going to tell me what you'll be doing today?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
“Yeah right,” he ব্যক্ত with a roll of his eyes. “I'll be back in a while.”
Then he disappeared and I was in my soul room. I sighed and plopped down on my bed. I traced patterns in the ceiling for about 15 minutes, until I realized how pointless that was. I reached toward my book bag and it flew across the room and into my hand.
Being within my own soul, I could pretty much do whatever my mind could think to do. If I wanted to, I could conjure up a shiny Ferrari; but it'd only be in my mind. So I didn't go all out designing my “world” inside the Ring.
I reached into my bag and pulled out my homework. I memorized the প্রশ্ন and উত্তর of all my worksheets. (I couldn't actually do it because it wouldn't last; again, it wouldn't be done in the real world, just in my mind.)Then I messed around with ideas for my biology project on a sheet of loose-leaf paper. When I was all out of school work to think on, I spent my time pleasure reading.
Except I'm a fast reader. After an ঘন্টা of that, I was out of distractions. I ended up staring at the ceiling again until the Spirit came back. What a way to spend your Sunday.
“Oh jeeze Bakura, just wake the hell up already!”
My eyelids twitched and opened. I figured there was something important going on, so I sat up with a groan. I yawned and supported myself with my arms. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and blinked, trying to see. I looked to the left and saw him leaning against the back wall, পরবর্তি to my dresser.
“Finally. I wanna go out today.”
“Huh?” I ব্যক্ত with a tired sigh. My mind was too foggy with exhaustion to comprehend anything.
“I . . . want to go . . . out . . . today,” the Spirit ব্যক্ত slowly with a glare. He jerked his chin toward the Millennium Ring sitting on my bedside table. “Come on, get up.”
“What time is it?” I asked, things getting clearer.
“It's about ten. Seriously, come on. I want to go to th- somewhere.” It goes without saying he was in a hurry.
I pulled off my covers and worked my way out of বিছানা into a standing position. I stretched and grabbed my Ring, pulling it over my head. I went to open the blinds and squinted in the sunlight. “What do আপনি need to go somewhere?” I challenged.
His eyes narrowed. “No. Either way, it's none of your business, is it?”
“Well, actually-” I started to say, but he cut me off.
“Just get dressed. I want to go soon as possible and get out of this bloody house.”
“You don't like my house?” I joked, not wanting to get into an argument this early (well, early for me).
But he wasn't in the mood for joking. “Just get dressed!” he snapped at me.
“Okay, okay,” I said, putting my hands in the air, palms forward. I opened my closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and my পছন্দ blue-and-white striped shirt.
“Jeeze please don't wear that again. Don't আপনি have something আরো . . . edgy to wear?”
“Not like I have many other clothes,” I ব্যক্ত and yawned, not completely awake yet. “I wear my uniform six days out of seven. I don't really spend my free time shopping for black pants and leather jackets.”
“At least wear that black t-shirt. And the gray jeans,” he said, আরো demanding than asking.
I rolled my eyes and said, “Fine.”
I changed out of my sweats and sleep শার্ট and into the clothes the Spirit picked out. I brushed my teeth and hair, then pulled on my shoes. The whole time, Spirit just watched and ব্যক্ত nothing.
“Not bad, I guess,” he ব্যক্ত when I was pulling on my jacket. “Now switch me so I can go.”
“Okay,” I ব্যক্ত back, problem sounding like and pouty kid.
I closed my eyes and inhaled and exhaled a big gust of air. Then I was inside my own mind, in the in-between of our two souls.
The Millennium Ring contained the Spirit's soul for thousands of years. (Thats why I call him “the Spirit”, because he's the spirit of the Ring.) Since there's only room for one soul per human body, one of us has to reside in the Ring while the other is in my body.
Now, I was surrounded my a blur of dark রঙ and the Spirit stood (in mid air) in front of me.
We looked almost exactly alike. He had my hair color, my eye color, my face, everything. The differences were subtle: a slight difference in the hair style and in the shape of the eyes. But we still looked like clones.
“Are আপনি going to tell me what you'll be doing today?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
“Yeah right,” he ব্যক্ত with a roll of his eyes. “I'll be back in a while.”
Then he disappeared and I was in my soul room. I sighed and plopped down on my bed. I traced patterns in the ceiling for about 15 minutes, until I realized how pointless that was. I reached toward my book bag and it flew across the room and into my hand.
Being within my own soul, I could pretty much do whatever my mind could think to do. If I wanted to, I could conjure up a shiny Ferrari; but it'd only be in my mind. So I didn't go all out designing my “world” inside the Ring.
I reached into my bag and pulled out my homework. I memorized the প্রশ্ন and উত্তর of all my worksheets. (I couldn't actually do it because it wouldn't last; again, it wouldn't be done in the real world, just in my mind.)Then I messed around with ideas for my biology project on a sheet of loose-leaf paper. When I was all out of school work to think on, I spent my time pleasure reading.
Except I'm a fast reader. After an ঘন্টা of that, I was out of distractions. I ended up staring at the ceiling again until the Spirit came back. What a way to spend your Sunday.