When Chaos Arises

Chapter 5- Friends or Enemies?


Ryou awoke with a start the next morning, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He yawned, and looked at the clock; it was 6:00am, and he had forgotten to call his dad! He put on his robe, since his room was freezing at the moment. The lady downstairs had told him the heating system in his room hadn’t been started up yet, and it wouldn’t be for a couple days. Ryou sighed, walking over to the desk with the computer. The desk was already a mess since the British boy had spread out all his stuff on it. Papers on just about everything lined the desk; you could barely see the top of it now. He picked up the phone, dialed his father’s cell phone (since he was probably out digging right now) and waited patiently as the phone rang. After the third ring, his father picked up, his voice sounding distant on the phone.

“Mr. Bakura speaking, who is this?” his father asked, his voice sounding a bit tired from what Ryou could hear.

“Hey Father, its me” Ryou said, a smile formed on his face as he heard his fathers voice.

“Ah Ryou! Did you forget to call me again?” he asked accusingly, chuckling.

“Yes, I’m really sorry. I got a bit…sidetracked…” Ryou said. His father didn’t need to know about the ‘little incident’ last night.

“That’s quite alright. So how’s school?” His father asked, the question sounding automatic since every time Ryou called him, he would ask that; whether it was here or at his scho…old school.

Ryou laughed, “Father, school hasn’t started yet. It’s Saturday.”

“Oh that’s right,” His father said, Ryou could almost see his father hitting himself in the forehead for that question. “How’s the dig going?” he asked, trying to get off the subject of this school.

“It’s been rather great actually. We found a whole underground area, full of treasures that look like they came from the Pharaoh of that time. It was probably a tomb robber who either stole the items from the palace or from another Pharaoh’s tomb.”

Ryou panicked slightly. If his father found out about Bakura, how was he supposed to tell him about the thief king? His father would probably think he was crazy and send him to an asylum or question why he didn’t tell his father before hand. “Uh…that’s interesting, dad. So have you figured out anything about the robber who stole those things?” he asked hesitantly, hoping the answer was no.

“Well not yet. But we’re pretty close. There are traps just about everywhere, that block out all the other passages to the other rooms where we suspect there is more stolen treasure. Possibly a name, but the thief must have been very skilled to have gathered this much treasure.”

“You have no idea…” Ryou whispered, “Sounds like fun. I wish I could have come…” he said sadly, he was never aloud to go to any of his father’s digs, but always got some sort of treasure or souvenirs, hence the Millennium Ring. “I’m sorry Ryou, but it’s a bit too dangerous for you still…oh woops I have to go. Looks like they found something inside one of the tombs near Cairo. Have fun and be safe okay Ryou?” his father sounded a bit anxious to get to the tomb. “Oh of…of course, bye and I will” “Bye Ryou” He clicked the phone off, setting it slowly down onto the receiver.


“It figures…he never has time for me…” Ryou mumbled, kicking at the ground in frustration. He walked into the bathroom, quickly taking a shower and putting on some fresh clothes (Battle City Outfit). He stretched his arms, hearing them crack, and placed them back down to his sides. He looked at the clock once again; 6:34am. Still too early to go down for breakfast, and he doubted anyone was up at this hour. He sighed once again, setting himself on the bed and taking out a book from his duffel bag. Turning to the page he had been on, he began reading “The Odyssey”. He yawned, even though he loved to read, this book was even boring for him. Terrible grammar, and not to mention a second meaning to just about everything. Closing the book, he placed it on the desk next to the bed, and stood up. “I guess I’ll go exploring a bit. Who knows? Maybe I’ll meet some new people.” He put on his black and white cow slippers and headed out the door, first walking down the hall to the main hall.


There had to be a billion doors in this place, and that’s not exaggerating. The hallway seemed endless; thousands of different colored doors lined the walls. Some led to other halls, with rooms for other students and others led to the cafeteria, and so on. Ryou decided to go through the door on his left and came upon a strange room. It looked like a mixture between a magic shop and some sort of classroom, huge and completely black.

The Millennium Ring glowed suddenly, a sleepy transparent Bakura appearing next to him. Ryou flinched, hoping his yami wouldn’t remember the ‘Annual Beating’ he missed only the night before. Apparently the spirit had long forgotten, as he started to look around the room. The smaller boy had long decided not to move, and only watched his yami’s movements.

Bakura stopped after a long while and walked over to Ryou. The spirit gave a long sigh before disappearing into the ring once more. Ryou blinked, his mind asking a million questions about what had just happened. Sighing, he went to search the room on his own. It was a large room, probably twice the size of the average master bedroom. The walls were lined with what looked like black wallpaper, some of it torn to show the yellow wall that was underneath. Ryou shivered, the room had to be less than 40 degrees, and the breeze that seemed to come from nowhere didn’t help.

The British boy made his way to the left side of the room, which had a long table along the wall that looked like it was made of maple, or oak. Ryou ran a finger across the table, at least an inch of dust coming off. He wiped the dust off on his jeans and continued his search. On the table were thousands of little trinkets, most of which were covered in dust.

Something flashed in the corner of his eye, causing him to turn around. Ryou’s eyes widened at what he saw; on the other side of the room, on the wall, the Eye of Ra glowed eerily, the room cast into its glow. A familiar laugh followed only moments later. A teenage boy around 16 walked out, only a few inches taller than Ryou himself and with long blonde hair. A smile started to form on the smaller boys face, pulling the other male into a hug.

“Marik! I didn’t know you were here!” Ryou exclaimed, really excited that there was someone at this school he knew, other than Raven.

Marik struggled out of Ryou’s grip, glaring at him, but still showed some happiness in seeing the British boy. “Well apparently I am. It’s really good to see you Ryou! When was the last time we saw each other? Battle City?”

Ryou thought for a moment “Marik, I wasn’t in control of my body during most of Battle City, I barely remember any of it…”

Marik nodded “Right. So why are you here? The spirit of the ring giving you problems?”. Almost on cue, the ring under Ryou’s shirt glowed, his hair spiking out more and his eyes turning a deeper shade of brown. “Possibly Marik, but then again, maybe we are here for another reason.”

Marik laughed “So you got out of the Shadow Realm, did you? I was almost enjoying the peace without the insane tomb robber. Although I was starting to miss the killing sprees…”

Bakura stared at him “Oh were you? Maybe we can start them up again, hm?” he smirked. ‘He does that way to often’ thought Marik. The blonde smiled “Yeah that sounds good to me. Possibly tonight or the night after that?” Bakura nodded “Of course. I’ll start making the plans as soon as possible.”

Marik thought for a moment before remembering something “Is your hikari listening to any of this?” he asked, hoping and praying to Ra he wasn’t. Bakura laughed, sending shivers down Marik’s spine “Of course not tomb keeper. You think I would let my hikari know about our plans?”

Marik sighed “No I suppose not. Well, I better be off,” he said, twirling the Millennium Rod in his hand. Bakura watched it intently, causing the former tomb keeper to put it in the back pocket of his jeans “Don’t even think about it, spirit.” Bakura sighed in defeat, the Ring glowed again and Ryou took over the shared body, looking a bit dazed.

Marik smiled “Well, it was nice to see you again, Ryou. I’d best be off. Bye” he waved before using the rod to teleport himself out of the room and into his room on the 4th floor. Ryou nodded before leaving the room as well, making a mental note never to go in that room again. Chances are he would have nightmares for the next few nights about it now. ‘Great, just what I need, more nightmares…’ Ryou thought sourly.

Meanwhile, Bakura had gone back into his soul room, locking the door and putting up multiple shadow barriers, just to make sure no one would be able to enter his room. Not that anyone had ever dared to, but you can never be too careful. His soul room looked very similar to the Pharaoh’s, but they had their differences.

Bakura didn’t have as many doors as Yami did, seeing as he remembered some of his past. The room floors were black, a layer of black fog covering the floor. The doors were gold, real gold, most of which he had melted down from things he had stolen 5000 years ago. The door handles were bronze, and in the center of the room there lay a bed, queen size (about) with black sheets and a black pillow, with the Eye of Ra on the front. Bakura lay down on his stomach on the bed, taking out a small blue and white colored box, the colors swirling inside it. He pressed the black button on the top, the box expanding and showing a holographic world map.

“Thank you technology” the spirit said to himself, pressing New York with his finger. The map zoomed in, showing the whole city, little blue dots showing living people and the red dots at the cemetery showed the dead people. Bakura smirked at the seemingly infinite amount of blue dots. “What fun, this killing spree will be one of the best we ever had… now to come up with a decent plan not to get caught…” Bakura sneered, before contemplating various plans.


In other places, Raven was still in bed. The dream she had had millions of times before showed up once again, but this time she understood it. She awoke, sitting up and leaning against the wall behind her bed. “It’s Ryou…” she breathed, “But it can’t be… Ryou isn’t like that…but it looks identical to him…” she stood up, coming up with an idea that could help her decode her dream.

The teenage girl walked over to her bookcases, knowing exactly what book she was looking for. “Where is it!” she cried in frustration. After searching for a good 5 minutes, she found the book she had been trying to find, “Finally!” she bellowed, walking back to her bed and sitting on the edge of it. Opening the book, and finding the page she had been looking for, she started to read the part of the book she always seemed to skip.

“The Millennium Items…” she read “7 mystical items with supposedly amazing powers from ancient Egypt. The ancient Egyptians believed them to have the power of the gods, and after the tournament hosted by Kaiba Corp. in Domino City, Japan a few years ago, most can believe that. The items took a huge part in this tournament, and of course, the Egyptian God cards were on the line of this tournament as well…”

Raven quickly closed the book, setting it on her side. The book had showed a picture of the millennium items; puzzle, rod, scale, necklace, key, eye and ring. ‘The ring!’ she exclaimed, ‘Ryou…he had the ring around his neck…but how? Those items are all the way in Japan…’. After thinking for a moment, her mind clicked into gear, and started to string things together. “Of course! The Ring had to be the dark magic I sensed from him and it would explain how he managed to get my dark side to quiet down. But does the Ring have anything to do with that dream…with the other Ryou?”

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