Black, White and Blood Red

Ryou Bakura opened his eyes to stair at the annoying white  padded walls of his cell. He hates the colour white. Which is a shame because that’s what he is. From his pale white skin and long white hair to his white  hospital gown and fully fastened straight jacket. He was so  void of colour, it made him sick. He longed for colour and any colour, but black.

Black was worse then white. Why was black worse then white? Because black is the colour of darkness. Ryou Bakura  wasn’t afraid of the dark, no. He was afraid of his darkness. The voice in his head, the one that can take over at any minute, to make him do terrible things and hurt the people he cared for.

Ryou  slid further down  wall. His own long white hair falling in his eyes. He below up in an attempt to get his fringe out of his eyes. This didn’t work his fringe just fell back in his eyes. He let’s out a sigh in frustration. He shakes his head in attempt to get the hair out of his eyes. Which fails and end up get more hair in his face.

“This would be so much easier if I had my hands,” Ryou  grumbled.

Has little Yadonushi been defeated by a bit of hair? The dark spirit in his head mocked.

Ryou froze. He silently hoped that if he didn’t reacted that he would go away.

Silly Yadonushi, I never leave. He chuckled. I will always be here, with you.

A shiver run down Ryou spine. He wish the ominous dark spirit was wrong but he knows that he is not. If one  disappeared the other would be gone to.

Ryou pulled his  attention from The Voice back to his hair, it was still poking him in the eyes after all. He tried a combination of shaking his head a blowing the hair off his face.

This is your own fault, you know. He said  bored.

“How is this my fault?” Ryou asked giving in to his other self wishes.

What don’t you remember Yadonushi?

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“Why is everything so WHITE?” Ryou yelled in  frustration as he paste up and down his white  padded cell. “Could we at least have something that’s not White? Anything at all. Just as long as it not White... Or Black.”

Ryou sat down running his hands though his white hair. “I hate white.” He grumbled with his face resting in his hands.

I have away to get colour. Yadonushi. The Voice purred in Ryou mind.

“What? How?” Ryou questions  eagerly, get up off the floor.

Ryou field with horror as his face configured itself into a Smirk and found that he couldn’t move.

A haunting laughter escaped from his lips. Ryou Bakura's lips but laughter wasn’t from the Ryou Bakura, it was from dark manic spirit that lives in his body.

“Oh Yadonushi, Its quite simple. See I’ll show you.” He said out loud sounding dark and more Sinister then the body of the  boy could possibly mange. He brought his arm up to his mouth and bite down hard, drowning blood. Pain shot though boy’s body. If Ryou was in control he would of  screamed, but he wasn’t. The sadistic spirit just bit down harder, enjoying feeling his host  squirm.

The spirit finally unhooked is his mouth from his arm, spiting out blood on to the white floor. “See Yadonushi, Red.” He said  gleeful at the boys pain. Ryou desperately wanting to  curl up and cry while he nurses is his wound. This thought just  cause the dark Maleficent being to laugh, a cold chilling laugh.

Blood drips down from the boy’s arm on to the White Floor, but the floor wasn’t just white any more it was also Red. Brilliant bright red. Red a colour that was not White or Black. It was RED. He let out a giggle that this realisation, his pain all but  forgotten. The Voice had done it. And it was Red.

The door open and two men come in wearing white uniform. They grab him and was trying to taking him away from the Red. Ryou struggles against the men. Why Couldn’t they just leave them be? All he wants is to be with the colour. Do they not want him to be with the Red? Why?

A needle is plunged into the boy’s neck. And everything goes black. That terrible hopeless black.

When Ryou wakes he is startled to find that he can’t move his arms. His heart starts racing. Is the Voice messing with him? Or is it something else? One of his arms was hurt, was it that bad that they cut it off when he was under? He slow looked down not sure what to expected. He was relieved to find he’s just wearing a straight jacket. Why was he wearing a straight jacket? And why did it have to be White?

Ryou looked around the room, it was the same as the one he was in, it might even be the same room, Ryou couldn’t tell. There was  one different though, there was no Red. There was just white.

The door open and one of the men walk in “Good, you’re a wake.” he said looking Ryou up and down.

“Umm sir.” Ryou said trying to look as innocently as possible. “Why am I wearing a straight jacket?” 

“Because we don’t want you to hurt yourself again. Do we?” The man said as if he was talking to a small child. The man when to leave but before he left he said, “And look it’s your favourite colour, white.” A  wicked smile on his face.