The Light of Egypt
Ryou Bakura saw dead people.
Not only saw them, but also heard them, felt them, smelled them -- constantly, at all hours of the day and night. Voices (whispering, singing, shouting) tugged at the fringes of his conscious awareness. Ghosts flitted at the corners of his vision, gray wraiths at the edge of vision, or danced and gibbered around him, desperate to garner his attentions. Phantom touches ghosted along his skin when there was no stray breeze to blame, and the fading scents of exotic spices and perfumes lingered in the stale air of his cramped, boarding house room.
There were not many true mediums in the world of the living, and those few were in great demand -- not by the living, but by the dead. They all wanted to be heard, to have Ryou pass their messages on to the ones they had left behind. Since the childhood fever that had given him his ability, he had not enjoyed a moment's peace and quiet.
- Part 1 of The Light of Egypt
Yugi suspected the séance would prove interesting when, not five minutes after he walked into the darkened parlor, the medium shoved him up against the wall and kissed him breathless.
- Part 2 of The Light of Egypt