Hana: Now its time for our blast from the past story!
Kura: Like Muto this story was written AGES ago before we actually decided to put it up, and also like Muto, it's not finished
Hana: So we were sort of hoping to get a readers opinion other than the co-authors because both of us are too nice to each other.
Kura: Enjoy this little YuGiOh fanfiction
Hana: And remember that we own nothing of YuGiOh, just the fact that we own our characters
Kura: ONE LAST THING! As your reading the plot seems to repeat itself just a little bit in some places, that is because the points of view change with each chapter. that way both characters are used and we got to experience a new type of writing. ENJOY!
Lost Memories
Chapter 1
-As told by Layla-
I grew up in a small town. It wasn't poor, but it wasn't rich either. For the most part, there was peace. There was never any war and very little fighting. Until one day…
I raced through a sea of blood and flame as I returned to my house. I shouldn't have left Sheriti the way I did. Our father's last words to us were to protect each other, and thus far I'd done a pretty pathetic job of that. Running off to fight was no way to protect my sister, and I really hoped she was okay.
"Sheriti! Sheriti are you okay!" I screamed as I clawed my through the wreckage I once called 'home', "Sheriti!"
"Layla? Layla help me!" I heard her cry. She screamed more as part of the house collapsed near her.
I seized her wrist and dragged her from the building. The smoke stung my sensitive, cerulean eyes and ashes singed my long, silvery-white hair as well as my sun-kissed skin. That was probably the most horrific experience in my thirteen-year existence.
In hindsight, the next thing I did was the most idiotic thing possible: I ran off to help defend my town again. Of course, that was after warning Sheriti not to reveal her true identity to anyone. I thought she'd be safe. When I got back to the town, there were only flames. Flames that consumed all of the dead and their possessions. Suddenly I was grabbed from behind. It was a thief from before. Apparently he wasn't happy that I'd killed off a few of his friends. I wasn't strong enough to fight him, and he was able to disarm me and throw me on his horse. I watched helplessly as my town shrank into the distance.
It was then that a terrible thought occurred to me. Where was Sheriti? Did she escape the wreckage? It didn't matter, I decided, my sister and I were separated and would probably never see each other again…
-Five Years Later-
The last five years were somewhat of a blur. The first half-year was spent being used as a slave by the thief who captured me. One night he got really drunk with his buddies and thought I looked like fun. Can you say pedophile? Needless to say, I fought back. Hard. I barely managed to kill him and escape. Later, I met a 15-year-old boy with hair like mine who called himself Bakura. I would never forget the first time I saw his haunted, lavender eyes. It was almost terrifying.
After a while, Bakura taught me the fine art of thievery. At the time, he was just a petty thief, known by few and feared by none, but as time went on he became one of the most skilled and feared thieves in our land. He was the King of Thieves. The knowledge that he taught me everything I knew sent shivers down my spine. I was proud to call him my mentor (though never out loud) despite the arrogance and ego that came with the power he'd obtained.
Eventually, I got better as well and became known as the Thief Queen. Some nasty rumors spread that I got the title by less respectable means. Hah! We silenced them quickly. There was nothing between us. Bakura was simply one of the best friends I'd ever had. He also gave me a new goal in life: to destroy the Pharaoh. A year or so ago, I had managed to get him to open up a little and he told me of the fate of a little town called Kul Elna. His little town of Kul Elna. It never ceased to piss me off. The thought that the Pharaoh could just...gah! I'm getting worked up again! I'll just shut up with the narration and get on to the important part.
I looked around the late Pharaoh's tomb and examined a few jewels, "Not bad…"
Adorning a few select pieces of jewelry, I yawned and threw my black cloak on. That robbery was far too easy, and I wasn't even allowed to take all that much. I left the dusty old tomb and mounted my black stallion. The other thieves followed suit and with that, we were off. Of course, my mount was faster than all of the other horses because he was just that good...it helped that he carried nothing save for me though.
Boredom quickly overtook me and began to drive me insane, so I headed up to have a chat with my favorite King of Thieves. If I couldn't start a conversation I'd just find some way to annoy him. That'd was always fun! Sure, he would threaten to kill me and maybe injure me a bit, but what's life without a little danger?
"Baaakuuuraaa," I whined.
"What?" he snapped.
"I'm boooored!"
"Well, find a way to entertain yourself until we get there!"
"Okay!"
Nimbly, I leaped from my horse to his and sat behind him. It was a skill I was particularly proud of, because it was difficult and took years to master. Once I finished congratulating myself on a job well done, I proceeded to poke Bakura in the back of the head. It didn't take long to tick him off.
"What the?"
"I'M ENTERTAINED!"
He growled and shoved me off the back of his speeding horse. I landed on my butt with a thud. Despite popular belief, sand never cushioned falls well.
"Hey! Anyone other than me could be seriously hurt from that!" I yelled after him. My horse, Seth, came up beside me and let me remount him. Then we sped off after the notorious Thief King, "That was not very nice!"
He gave me a 'No, really? Why do you think I did it?' look and said, "You're fine, now shut up."
I was quiet for a few minutes before saying, "Soooo, are we there yet?"
"Didn't I just tell you to shut up?" Bakura growl.
"I was just asking a question!" I yelled.
A few minutes later we repeated the process. And then again…and again…and again…and again…and I think you know where I'm going with this. It ended with Bakura threatening to tie me up and leave me dangling over a pit filled with asps. As you can imagine, I finally shut up.
It was late when we reached the village around the palace. We wasted no time in raiding it, terrifying the citizens, and setting it aflame. Well, the idiot gang of thieves and Bakura did that. I refused to burn homes to the ground. I always had and I always would. On top of that, the only people that I killed were the Pharaoh's guards and any of Bakura's cronies that decided to piss me off. Bakura gave me all kinds of crap because of it, saying I was too soft. I would kick him in the gut and tell him to shut up after that, and we'd end up in an all-out brawl.
However, I decided that at the moment it would probably be better to kill the soldiers so that's what I did. As soon as Bakura and I neared the palace, I had to hop off Seth and start killing more guards to make a clear path. Of course, Bakura was too impatient to wait so he cleared his own path via his horse and left me to make quick work of the rest. He was such a jerk, making me do his dirty work! Using my irritation to my advantage, I finished with them quickly I raced after my comrade. I caught up with him just as he was about to kick open a big door. Stopping him for a second, I found out what he wanted me to do next.
"Stand guard and kill anyone who tries to enter," he told me before proceeding with breaking and entering.
"Sounds simple enough," I muttered to myself.
Too bad very few guards came so I was quite bored. After maybe ten minutes, I stepped into the throne room to spy on the chaotic battle taking place inside. It was going as planned, Bakura was winning. Then something strange happened. The Pharaoh stepped forward and summoned a god! It was huge! Easily as big as Bakura's Diabound! He called it by the name, Obelisk the Tormentor.
The two gargantuan creatures attacked at the same time. The blasts canceled each other out and left their masters winded and tired. I closed my eyes and quickly chanted a spell that sent some of my energy to Bakura. In doing so, I made my presence known to all of the others who were far too oblivious to notice that another stranger had barged into the room.
"This isn't over Pharaoh!" he growled before he ranted at a priest he called Mahado about how the Millennium Ring, as well as the rest of the items, would soon belong to him. Then he said, "Come Kanika," and took off on his horse without even looking at me. I didn't even get a 'thanks for saving my worthless, high-and-mighty butt'.
Before I left, I spotted a girl that looked very familiar. She had raven hair and crimson eyes and greatly resembled my sister. But she couldn't possibly be her, she more than likely died all those years ago. I shook my head and took off on Seth to catch up with the Thief King.
Later when we got to the camp I was seriously frustrated that I couldn't figure out where I'd seen that girl before. She was familiar, and kept bringing me back to my dead sister! It put me in a very bad temper. I just couldn't figure out who she was! The more I thought about it the more I thought that she might be my long-lost sister who may have possibly survived. Every time I thought that, I had to crush that hope so I didn't do anything stupid, which lead me down the spiral. So I just stalked off to my tent, even though I wished I could be in my secret chambers at home. The hideout was much better than the desert. My frustration wasn't helped when I received catcalls from some of the drunken idiots at the fire who were done for the day. They made my mood worsen by the second.
Unfortunately, they continued talking about me after I went into my tent and I could hear them all the way across camp. Pretty soon I'd had enough. I grabbed one of my daggers and exited the tent to beat them senseless. Too bad Bakura got there first. He told them to shut it or they'd die. After all, the men were totally expendable since I didn't even know any of their names. They were only useful when I knew who they were.
I wish I knew why Bakura had told them off, though. I doubted it was because they were talking about me the way they were. More than likely, it was because they were extremely loud. The Pharaoh's soldiers could have easily found us if they weren't incompetent.
"Aww, why'd you have to do that 'Kura?" I asked in a whiny tone, "I wanted to beat them senseless."
"Should've gotten there faster then," he teased.
I glared at him for a minute before summoning my sword with shadow magic, "Shall we spar for the right to beat your men up?"
He chuckled lightly before drawing his own blade, "Just so you know, I'm always allowed to beat up my men. You are the one who needs special permission."
I stuck out my tongue and made the first move. We matched each other blow for blow for the first part of the fight, but with my energy loss earlier in the day I started to slow up. Suddenly Bakura knocked my sword out of my grasp, and the momentum made my tumble to the ground. So it was decided that I wasn't allowed to kill the useless drunkards. That made me kind of mad again, but there wasn't much I could do since Bakura had a little more authority than me. What a shame.
I stalked back to my tent and decided to try to get some sleep as it was nearing midnight. I fell asleep almost immediately. The day's events had really worn me out.
