Thread: Yuna's Post Samples (Feel free to look but don't post here please)

It had been two years since all the Millennium Items had been returned. Peace - it seemed - had finally dawned around Yugi and the others. They had all moved on with their lives, as if nothing had happened. Not they had forgotten they were just accepting all that had occurred and living. Unfortunately for Bakura, he couldn't say the same for himself his other half to be more exact. Ever since the return of the items, he'd been having nightmares - Shadow nightmares to be more accurate. But that wasn't enough for the sadistic bastard. Then again, nothing ever was he supposed. His other half - whom Bakura realized he never knew his true name, after all this time - had made the Shadow nightmares join him upon waking up. Generally, he had seen himself getting beaten by himself but not just as if he had been a mere school bully. No ... as if he were still Thief King Bakura, and thus with torture devices from the Ancient Egyptian times. Or, sometimes worse, via summoning cards generally Fiends that had sharp claws, talons, teeth ... or - if worst came to worst - all of the above. Simply put, whatever happened in the dream occurred to him in reality. Unfortunately, the night before had been no exception. Even now while he had been tossing and turning in his sleep, he could feel himself sweating, panting, wincing, grabbing the sheets in agony. ...Enough! Please ... He murmured, his head now tossing from side to side. Pathetic host! That's all you are! More echoes of slashes - regardless of what source - making contact with Bakura's skin. With one last scream of pain, he woke up with a start. His shirt he had been sleeping, especially the back, was stained with blood. Damnit ... He murmured, shakily pushing himself up off his bed. Over the years, he had grown into a more mature looking young man. Now he was even taller, standing at a full height of five feet nine though he was still, for some reason probably connected to his Yami half, not even 120 pounds. As more surges of pain shot through his body, helping him remain wide awake, he looked over to the red digits on his bedside mantle. They read 0545 AM. ...Well, I suppose he at least allows me time to get ready .... Still, he preferred ... more merciful means to do so. Tossing the bloodied shirt off, he decided to get a quick shower in. Adjusting the temperature so it was lukewarm, he stepped in. Even with it meaning to be in-between temperature, it still hurt a bit as it made contact with the fresh wounds, causing him to wince. His breaths finally became steady ... calming, though it took till he was almost done to get to that point. His threshold for pain had remained the same over the years relatively low. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he stepped out and began drying himself, finally getting into his uniform for the day when all was said and done. Grabbing his backpack and tossing it over his shoulders, cursing lowly as the marks upon his back got hit, he let out a frustrated sigh as he headed towards the High School. Why .... ?? He murmured softly, shaking his head. That was a dumb question moreso when he knew he wouldn't get an answer. He felt himself get lost in his thoughts as he continued on his way towards his destination ....