marik and bakuriita---------

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...