Miyu: Please enjoy this fic.
Anzu: I can't believe you wrote that...
Miyu: ANZU! Don't be a spoiler!
Anzu: Fine.
Miyu: This story takes place in Ancient Egypt.
Anzu: And for all you yuri fans! Sorry to tell you, but this story is NOT yuri!
Bold is Anzu's story. Normal is Miyu's story.
Let the fic begin!
Anzu Flashback
It still hurts. Remembering what happened and why i'm here. I didn't do anything wrong. Or so I thought. If wanting to die is a sin, then I have committed that sin...many...many...times. One year was hell. Why? It all started when I was 15. I had just finished my performance on the street. Trying to get extra money for the family, you know? When I came home, I overheard the elders saying something about the King of Thieves in our area. I never knew his name. It was forbidden. The elders laughed at what they called a small threat. Then, as if we had jinxed ourselves, the next day he came. His minions swarming my village like a pack of lions. They left no person uninjured, and no stone unturned. My parents had fought for their lives...and failed in their attempt. I watched as they took everything from my home. "What do we have here?" a voice said behind me. He had silver hair, tanned skin, and black lines under his eyes. "Are you...?" I barely managed to whisper. The man chuckled. "No, i'm not Bakura. You'll meet him soon enough. That was the last thing that was said before I was knocked out cold.
Miyu Flashback
The anger stills boils inside me each time I recall that day. My brother and I were out on the street making money. I sang a song, while my brother, Hiro, did a bunch of silly things for the enjoyment of the crowd. My singing mesmerized them. We made almost 20 gold pieces each day. One day, we decided not to preform. That was the last time I ever saw my parents and Hiro ever again. My mother sent me out to by some groceries at the local market. As I was about to leave the store after my errand, thieves rode into town. I was thankful that my village was a few miles off. I hid in the basement of an abandoned house until the thieves left. I ran back to my village to warn them. Unfortunately, I was too late. My village was in shambles. Houses were burned and some collapsed. I ran to my house to find in burned. My parents bloody corpses were scattered on the floor outside. My brother...Oh my brother! I found his body beat up and bleeding on the ground. I cried and I cried. My grief made me strong. I became the enemy of all thieves. I became a very famous bounty hunter. An ally only to those who would temporarily travel with me. I developed a technique. I never killed. Instead I would use my fingers to jab areas on the body that stop blood flow temporarily and cause a pain almost as bad as eternally bleeding. I swore to myself that I'd get Bakura after I was told he was behind it. "Watch your back,scum!" I yelled in agony and eternal suffering. We swore we'd see each other again. Me and the one I loved.
Main Story
Anzu's head hung down, her arms hung over her head in shackles. Her wrists were sore. She had given up hope. No...hope had given up on her. Or so she thought. Suddenly she heard the door swing open and someone come down the stairs. She didn't bother lifting her head. she already knew who it was. The stranger opened her cell door and grabbed her chin. "Look up!" he screeched. She lifted her head to look at her captor. She recognized him just by voice. His voice was smooth and cold, just as it had been when he took her from her village. Bakura.
She called him master. Of course, ALL the prisoners and servants called him master. He grinned cruelly. "Well? Get up and bow!" he barked. Anzu made a week attempt to stand and fell. Bakura frowned. Without warning he smacked her across her face, knocking her to the ground. Bakura smirked. " I have a job for you, but because you can't even stand." He pulled out a dagger. "Your punishment will come first." he said. Anzu scrambled to get out of the chains and stand up. She winced in pain and fell again. Bakura undid Anzu's leg chains and lifted her on her feet. He slammed her into a wall. And put his dagger underneath her chin. Anzu struggled to get away. "Shall we begin?"
Miyu threw the thief across the table and picked up her money. She weighed the sack. Her eyes narrowed. "You are 10 gold pieces short. Come on rich man! If not I want back my thief!" The man snickered. "He's already in my dungeons! What can you possibly do to get him back? Didn't you say you don't kill? You don't have the guts!" Miyu smiled dangerously. "It's true. I don't kill." The man smiled arrogantly. "BUT" she continued. "That doesn't mean I won't beat you half to death AND report you to pharaoh for scamming and killing a poor merchant!" The man look worried now. "How did you?" This time Miyu smiled. " I have dirt on ALL my clients!"she snarled happily. The man passed her a smaller sack. "Fine! Take it and leave!" "Gladly" she said and walked out the door.
Anzu walked around, serving the "guests" their drinks. These men were thieves from an enemy hideout, hoping to make a truce. Bakura was cold and ruthless, not an idiot. He gave Anzu a strange liquid in their drinks. It had no smell and when she put it in the drinks...they...bubbled. Anzu went to the door and observed as it seemed everyone was enjoying their meals. I wonder what that liquid was. At that moment, one of the thieves coughed up blood and fell to the ground. One after the other, the enemy thieves fell.
Anzu gasped in horror at the sight before her. Thieves coughed up large amounts of blood, then died. POISON? He gave me poison. I killed people with my own hands! Why? WHY? Bakura smiled happily as he watched Anzu's face. He did this for this exact reason. To see the tortured look on her face. A mixture of beauty and torture. A mixture that was so hard to find.
Miyu took her money and walked down to the beach. I miss you guys. Mother...Father...Hiro...Youchi. Youchi. You promised we'd meet again. I know we'll meet again. I just can't shake this feeling. That you will come at my time of up most pain. I don't want pain. Please...before then. Miyu scowled. "Can you feel it you scumbag, Bakura? I have a bounty in your area. Why don't I pay you a quick visit?" she said. Miyu laughed cruelly. Soon. Mother, Father, Hiro! You WILL be avenged!
Miyu found a cave and threw a rock inside to make sure there were no creatures there. She smirked. "Perfect" she whispered, crawling into the cave. Miyu laid down on the warm sand. "Just..." she yawned. "Perfect."
Miyu's Dream
I walked around the beach after hearing a sharp scream. "Help me." a voice sounded behind me. I turn and there before me was my brother reaching out and calling for me. "Help me. Sister, please!" he screamed. He threw his head back in agony. "I'm coming! Hang on!" I yelled back. I ran at full speed with tears in my eyes, trying to save my brother. Each step I took he got farther from him until he disappeared in a sudden burst of fire. Behind me I heard more voices. "Miyu? Where are you!" It was my parents. I turned and saw their corpses. On the ground, crying out for me, to make sure I was safe. "I'm right here!" I said, as they too disappeared. Suddenly, someone kissed my cheek. I looked over my shoulder to see Youchi, standing there. "I WILL come back." he said and then as they had...he disappeared. "NOOOOOOOOO!" I cried out. "DON'T LEAVE ME!" As the dream ended I cried, melting just like my courage. Sinking into despair.
Miyu woke up crying and shaking. She gasped. "Why?" she asked. "WHHHYYYY!"
Miyu: How is it? Do you like it.
Anzu: Why am I the only one being abused?
Miyu: Because...i'm the author, now suck it up!
Anzu: *grabs Miyu* Why you little!
Miyu: HEEELLLPPPP! Review please. I never owned or will ever own YuGiOh!
