Author's Notes: This story is probably going to be messed up, but I'll try
my best. This fic may contain Yaoi and fluff. There may be some
disturbing comments within hikari/yami establishments.I am not too sure
what's going to happen yet, whether it's angst or fluff or what, so be
prepared for the worst. I don't know the character's decks that well, so
I'm just making up their strategies as I go.
I do not own any Yugioh characters or cards.
Italics=dreams or thinking and such.
Bold Italics= Opponent thinking.
Blah= Yami to Yugi or Marik to Malik through link
/Blah/=Yugi to Yami or Malik to Marik through link.
It was a cold dark night in Egypt. The stars twinkled brightly in the midnight-blue sky. A full moon hung low from the heavens and cast an eerie blueish green shadow across the land. Theif King Bakura sat with his back against the dust covered wall of a newly built pyramid, laughing to himself as the winds picked up.Tonight was the night. He would summon his ultimate monster and claim the throne from the Pharoah.
His laughter got louder and louder until it became completely uncontrolable. The sound of his laughter echoed throughout the land. The Theif King looked up at the full moon and his eye glimmered.............
Bakura awoke in a cold sweat. He had remembered that day, when everything went wrong. That day was the day he got trapped in the millenium ring for 3000 years.That was the day he swore revenge.........
But this day was different. Much different. Nothing could make this day go wrong. Nothing at all. Bakura swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He stuck his hand out and opened his dresser. He wanted to be well dressed for this occasion. You see, this was the day before the anniversary of that dreaded day 3000 years ago, and Bakura had plans for it.
Bakura dressed himself quickly and went downstairs. Ryou was already awake and eating breakfast.
"Your breakfast is on the counter,Bakura. You should eat it quick, it's probably getting cold." Ryou said as Bakura bounded down the steps. Bakura grabbed the plate and a fork in almost one movement and sat down across the table from Ryou.
He instantly started scarfing down the food, choking every once and a while, and Ryou stared at him in disgust. "You are going to get sick if you keep eating like that, Bakura. Maybe you should try to think about...table manners or how not to choke while eating."
Bakura just grunted and kept scarfing down the food. Once the food was gone or at least off of the plate- (Bakura had flung some food off of his fork while trying to eat)- he got up and bounded out of the door, forgetting to say goodbye to Ryou. "Goodbye to you too then...." Ryou said as he continued to eat his breakfast.
Although Ryou would never admit it, he felt a little crushed when Bakura didn't say goodbye. Bakura always said goodbye, no matter what......................
Bakura walked down the streets of Domino, being sure to enjoy every detail of this glorious, sunny morning. He looked around exubrently into every store window he came to. Then he saw something. Something in a store window. The store was apparantly out of buisness, but he could have sworn he saw something beside the obviously out-of-date manakin move.(I don't know how to spell manakin)
He squinted against the blinding morning sun to get a better veiw. He started walking towards the window and he looked in. It was definately a closed store- the manakin was wearing a lime-green jumper with a burgundy tank top under it. The ends of the leggings were frilled aswell as her socks that were in yellow sandals that strapped halfway up the leg. Definately out of buisness for a while. A long while.A very long while.....(Fwahahaha)
He walked, unnoticed, to the shop's door. It was wooden and you could barely see the 'closed' sign past the grime that had managed to imbed into the glass.Bakura twisted the knob slightly and was quite surprised to find that it actually turned. He was at once filled with exitement aswell as curiosity. He had to see what was in the store. He just had to.
Bakura twisted the handle the rest of the way and pushed the door slightly open. It was surprising that no one was paying any attention to him, even in broad daylight. He payed no attention to that fact and fully opened the door. After looking around to make sure no one was watching him, he walked through the doorway and shut the moulding door behind him.
There were cobwebs on the walls, cabinets and shelves. A layer of dust and years of grime covered the floor. Bakura looked around the room twice before making any movements.He was in anticipation. He knew there was something there, he just knew it. He had to find it.
Bakura walked past the counter and into the next room. Although he had never been in this store before, he seemed to know exactly where to go.There seemed to be a hole in the floor close to the wall in the very back. Bakura started walking towards it. He was filled with exitement. He lifted the loose floor board and found a schimitar. (I don't know how to spell that either -)
The schimitar was encrested with jewels. Some of them were most rare; haven't been seen for 3 millenia. Bakura couldn't control himself. He wanted that schimitar. He reached in and - with utmost care- withdrew it from its enclosement. It shimmered in the dim light that came from the open door in which Bakura had entered. He took the schimitar and hid it under his coat. He had to show Ryou.
A blade came out of nowhere and stabbed him in the back. Bakura didn't have a clear veiw of who it was yet. The blade stabbed repeatedly and screams of agony filled the room. The victim turned around. It was Ryou. A sharp pain jabbed at Bakura's stomach. Ryou had a small trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth and he was having troubles breathing.
Ryou looked up at his killer with tearful, wide eyes. A drop of blood ran off of the blade and hit the floor. Once again it stabbed Ryou, only this time in the chest. Ryou coughed and blood came out of his mouth. It splattered down the front of his sweatshirt and onto his pants. Ryou fell from sitting position.
There was a cruel laugh as a pool of blood formed under Ryou. "Why?" Ryou asked in his feeble voice, "Why did you do this...to.....me........?" Ryou's head fell to the floor and he stared at the ceiling with glassy eyes. There was more laughing , as if the killer was pleased with himself. So very pleased.......................
Author's Notes: Alright...It turned out a little more sadistic than I had planned.....I have no Idea why I made Ryou die. I'll probably be beating myself up about it too.........Hope you liked the first chappie. The second chappie is coming soon......I hope...................- R&R!!!!!!!!!! Don't be surprised if something totally unexpected happens.
I do not own any Yugioh characters or cards.
Italics=dreams or thinking and such.
Bold Italics= Opponent thinking.
Blah= Yami to Yugi or Marik to Malik through link
/Blah/=Yugi to Yami or Malik to Marik through link.
It was a cold dark night in Egypt. The stars twinkled brightly in the midnight-blue sky. A full moon hung low from the heavens and cast an eerie blueish green shadow across the land. Theif King Bakura sat with his back against the dust covered wall of a newly built pyramid, laughing to himself as the winds picked up.Tonight was the night. He would summon his ultimate monster and claim the throne from the Pharoah.
His laughter got louder and louder until it became completely uncontrolable. The sound of his laughter echoed throughout the land. The Theif King looked up at the full moon and his eye glimmered.............
Bakura awoke in a cold sweat. He had remembered that day, when everything went wrong. That day was the day he got trapped in the millenium ring for 3000 years.That was the day he swore revenge.........
But this day was different. Much different. Nothing could make this day go wrong. Nothing at all. Bakura swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He stuck his hand out and opened his dresser. He wanted to be well dressed for this occasion. You see, this was the day before the anniversary of that dreaded day 3000 years ago, and Bakura had plans for it.
Bakura dressed himself quickly and went downstairs. Ryou was already awake and eating breakfast.
"Your breakfast is on the counter,Bakura. You should eat it quick, it's probably getting cold." Ryou said as Bakura bounded down the steps. Bakura grabbed the plate and a fork in almost one movement and sat down across the table from Ryou.
He instantly started scarfing down the food, choking every once and a while, and Ryou stared at him in disgust. "You are going to get sick if you keep eating like that, Bakura. Maybe you should try to think about...table manners or how not to choke while eating."
Bakura just grunted and kept scarfing down the food. Once the food was gone or at least off of the plate- (Bakura had flung some food off of his fork while trying to eat)- he got up and bounded out of the door, forgetting to say goodbye to Ryou. "Goodbye to you too then...." Ryou said as he continued to eat his breakfast.
Although Ryou would never admit it, he felt a little crushed when Bakura didn't say goodbye. Bakura always said goodbye, no matter what......................
Bakura walked down the streets of Domino, being sure to enjoy every detail of this glorious, sunny morning. He looked around exubrently into every store window he came to. Then he saw something. Something in a store window. The store was apparantly out of buisness, but he could have sworn he saw something beside the obviously out-of-date manakin move.(I don't know how to spell manakin)
He squinted against the blinding morning sun to get a better veiw. He started walking towards the window and he looked in. It was definately a closed store- the manakin was wearing a lime-green jumper with a burgundy tank top under it. The ends of the leggings were frilled aswell as her socks that were in yellow sandals that strapped halfway up the leg. Definately out of buisness for a while. A long while.A very long while.....(Fwahahaha)
He walked, unnoticed, to the shop's door. It was wooden and you could barely see the 'closed' sign past the grime that had managed to imbed into the glass.Bakura twisted the knob slightly and was quite surprised to find that it actually turned. He was at once filled with exitement aswell as curiosity. He had to see what was in the store. He just had to.
Bakura twisted the handle the rest of the way and pushed the door slightly open. It was surprising that no one was paying any attention to him, even in broad daylight. He payed no attention to that fact and fully opened the door. After looking around to make sure no one was watching him, he walked through the doorway and shut the moulding door behind him.
There were cobwebs on the walls, cabinets and shelves. A layer of dust and years of grime covered the floor. Bakura looked around the room twice before making any movements.He was in anticipation. He knew there was something there, he just knew it. He had to find it.
Bakura walked past the counter and into the next room. Although he had never been in this store before, he seemed to know exactly where to go.There seemed to be a hole in the floor close to the wall in the very back. Bakura started walking towards it. He was filled with exitement. He lifted the loose floor board and found a schimitar. (I don't know how to spell that either -)
The schimitar was encrested with jewels. Some of them were most rare; haven't been seen for 3 millenia. Bakura couldn't control himself. He wanted that schimitar. He reached in and - with utmost care- withdrew it from its enclosement. It shimmered in the dim light that came from the open door in which Bakura had entered. He took the schimitar and hid it under his coat. He had to show Ryou.
A blade came out of nowhere and stabbed him in the back. Bakura didn't have a clear veiw of who it was yet. The blade stabbed repeatedly and screams of agony filled the room. The victim turned around. It was Ryou. A sharp pain jabbed at Bakura's stomach. Ryou had a small trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth and he was having troubles breathing.
Ryou looked up at his killer with tearful, wide eyes. A drop of blood ran off of the blade and hit the floor. Once again it stabbed Ryou, only this time in the chest. Ryou coughed and blood came out of his mouth. It splattered down the front of his sweatshirt and onto his pants. Ryou fell from sitting position.
There was a cruel laugh as a pool of blood formed under Ryou. "Why?" Ryou asked in his feeble voice, "Why did you do this...to.....me........?" Ryou's head fell to the floor and he stared at the ceiling with glassy eyes. There was more laughing , as if the killer was pleased with himself. So very pleased.......................
Author's Notes: Alright...It turned out a little more sadistic than I had planned.....I have no Idea why I made Ryou die. I'll probably be beating myself up about it too.........Hope you liked the first chappie. The second chappie is coming soon......I hope...................- R&R!!!!!!!!!! Don't be surprised if something totally unexpected happens.