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, Далее to my dresser.
“Finally. I wanna go out today.”
“Huh?” I сказал(-а) with a tired sigh. My mind was too foggy with exhaustion to comprehend anything.
“I . . . want to go . . . out . . . today,” the Spirit сказал(-а) slowly with...

CHAPTER 2: THE Остаться в живых PHARAOH?


I built a good Стена with Ryo this morning, rudely waking him up and nagging him to let me go out. I hoped it would last. I don't want him too close to me или the Ring.
Especially me.
I thought about this as I walked toward the coffee shop. I was surprised Ryo didn't demand me to tell him where I was going. Not that I would've told him, but still . . . He always seemed as if he thought I would do something bad или commit theft. (Not that he didn't have a reason to think that. I was the Thief King 5,000 years ago, but Ryo didn't really know that part of my past.) Whatever...

CHAPTER 4: Confessions

I escaped to my soul room.
“What am I doing!” I yelled at the wall. Of coarse I got no answer, and I punched it out of frustration. I growled and gripped the sides of my head, thinking somehow I can hold the anger in.
I knew what could happen if I let my temper have its way. I had to get a hold of myself. So I gave in with poor grace; I took a deep breath and sat down on the bed. Calm down, I told myself. I leaned my head onto my hands and rubbed my temples, trying to clear it. The walls of my room shifted to a darker shade of white.
Okay, I know. I have to face the...

CHAPTER 3: Benefit of the Doubt


I finally heard the Spirit calling me. I appeared outside of the Ring; I was transparent, but I could still talk to the Spirit from outside the Ring.
“You're back,” I said.
“Obviously,” he replied and rolled his eyes.
“Did Ты . . . have fun?” I asked, trying to be nice.
“Hardly.” He smirked at me. “I told Ты not to worry.” he gave me the I-told-you-so look, but in his eyes, there was an odd glint of some emotion I couldn't make out. My intuition sparked. I would have to watch him.
I smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, you're earning your trust pretty...