Bakura Dream [001]
He is in a field of flowers. All different kinds, some with names he never knew, others with names he forgot. He is small. A child of only 5 or 6 years. A woman, pregnant, walks to his left. She has long white hair, just like his. To his right, a man walks, starkly purple eyes glinting with happiness. the sun was setting as the trio walked towards the horizon.
"Go on Bakura. It's alright to leave our sides." the woman says, her melodic voice riding along the air like a song.
6 year-old Bakura look up at his mother, Fear in his eyes. he says nothing but shakes his head Violently and runs to cling to her skirts.
"Oh Bakura." she says sorrow tainting in her voice. She bends down and hugs him, running her fingers through his white hair.
"You baby him too much. The way he acts he should have been born a girl! you teaching him cooking, and sewing like you have been. He should be learning fighting, horse ridding and other MAN-LY things." Bakura's father snaps harshly.
Bakura winces. He wanted his father's approval so much that it HURT. And he DID try the things his father taught him. But they were HARD, and he never saw any use to them. The things his mother taught him were practical. They made sense to him and he caught on quickly.
"He's just shy..." His mother starts to say letting go of him and standing up to face his father.
"He's a Coward and you let him be!" His father snaps raising a fist in anger. Bakura winces. he didn't want his parents fighting. He wanted them to be happy. He runs off a little ways and picks some of the flowers.
"MOTHER! FATHER! LOOK!" He calls out to them waving his hands in the air and losing most of the flowers in the process. He waits for them to come to him, knowing he had to prove that he could be away from them. when they reach him he offers his bundle of flowers, half of which are missing most of all of their petals.
His mother laughs as she takes the flowers from him, "for us?" she asks happily. He nodds grinning.
his father stares for a moment and then shakes his head and pats Bakura on his head. "I'm not mad Bakura, just worried. Your mother and I won't be around forever."
6 year-old Bakura stares at his father confused as the scene freezes and the world dissolves into darkness. A blood-chilling scream splits the air and Bakura wakes up sweating.
He gasps as he rubs his head. He had always wondered if his father had known what was going to happen, to the village. But he supposed not. Shaking his head to try and clear it, and dislodge sweat, he falls back onto his pillow eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"Go on Bakura. It's alright to leave our sides." the woman says, her melodic voice riding along the air like a song.
6 year-old Bakura look up at his mother, Fear in his eyes. he says nothing but shakes his head Violently and runs to cling to her skirts.
"Oh Bakura." she says sorrow tainting in her voice. She bends down and hugs him, running her fingers through his white hair.
"You baby him too much. The way he acts he should have been born a girl! you teaching him cooking, and sewing like you have been. He should be learning fighting, horse ridding and other MAN-LY things." Bakura's father snaps harshly.
Bakura winces. He wanted his father's approval so much that it HURT. And he DID try the things his father taught him. But they were HARD, and he never saw any use to them. The things his mother taught him were practical. They made sense to him and he caught on quickly.
"He's just shy..." His mother starts to say letting go of him and standing up to face his father.
"He's a Coward and you let him be!" His father snaps raising a fist in anger. Bakura winces. he didn't want his parents fighting. He wanted them to be happy. He runs off a little ways and picks some of the flowers.
"MOTHER! FATHER! LOOK!" He calls out to them waving his hands in the air and losing most of the flowers in the process. He waits for them to come to him, knowing he had to prove that he could be away from them. when they reach him he offers his bundle of flowers, half of which are missing most of all of their petals.
His mother laughs as she takes the flowers from him, "for us?" she asks happily. He nodds grinning.
his father stares for a moment and then shakes his head and pats Bakura on his head. "I'm not mad Bakura, just worried. Your mother and I won't be around forever."
6 year-old Bakura stares at his father confused as the scene freezes and the world dissolves into darkness. A blood-chilling scream splits the air and Bakura wakes up sweating.
He gasps as he rubs his head. He had always wondered if his father had known what was going to happen, to the village. But he supposed not. Shaking his head to try and clear it, and dislodge sweat, he falls back onto his pillow eyes staring up at the ceiling.