"Black Rose" By Saint Dragon
This story is about, you guessed it, Yami Bakura! Okay, so if Bakura were separate from Ryou, what would you get? Well, this story! And what if Bakura *gulp* starts to care? Um, we'll just have to see! Plus, pay attention to the title of the story. It plays a very important role in the plot. Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, Yami Bakura, Ryou, or any of the original characters; but I do own Sakura! And I don't own Creed's songs or P.O.D's, okay? _' (I wish I did) Oh, and this ain't Yaoi!
It was a typical July day in Domino City; the kids and teens were outside doing out of doors activities. When it hit; a gulf storm whipped across the small Japanese town, a strong gust of wind blowing rain around and lightning flashing in the sky. Ryou and his Yami, Bakura (Duh!), were at that time playing football at the park with their friends, Joey, Yami Yugi, Yugi, Tea, and Tristan. In seconds the group was soaked to the skin. "Figures." Joey mumbled, picking up his football as all of his friends went running for shelter. They found it in the back of Ryou's house that was only about a hundred yards from the park. They climbed a tree and all took shelter in Ryou's tree fort. "Well, at least it's someplace dry." Tea said, seeing a few drips of rainfall thru a crack in the roughly built ceiling. "Don't criticize my work! I did a smashing job on this tree fort. Don't you agree, Yami?" Ryou asked his Yami. Bakura's brown eyes that were narrowed with their evil stare, glanced up at his hikari. "I could've done better." He said, leaning against the wall of the fort. Ryou rolled his eyes and sat down too. Joey laughed. "Hey, man, I mean, Bakura's got a point. You built this when you first moved here. Two years ago." Joey said. "I suppose it was good for the things I was going thru. One being the strange inhabitance of my Yami." Ryou said, glancing at Bakura. Bakura grinned. "Aren't I the blame for everything in your life, Bakura?" He asked, his grin just a sarcastic one. "There was nothing wrong in my life before YOU." Ryou assured him. "Humph!" Bakura protested, crossing his arms. "Okay, now give Bakura a break. I mean, he has changed a lot since last year at Duelist Kingdom, and bygones are bygones, right?" Yami Yugi asked. No one answered. "I was the one who banished Bakura to the Shadow Realm, and I'm forgiving him! And look at you guys!" Yami Yugi said, shaking his head. "Thanks for sticking up for me, Yami Yugi. But these mortals have no understanding of me and my soul." Bakura said, climbing back down the ladder to the ground. "Oh, come on Bakura! I just. I!" Was all Ryou could say. Bakura kept walking, ignoring the desperate cries of his Aibou. 'I don't need you! And I'll prove it!' Bakura said mentally thru his mind to Ryou. /So that's the way you want it to be, is it? You're going by yourself?/ Ryou mentally asked. 'That's right. I don't need you, nor your pitiful mortal friends.' /Find then. Just don't expect to hear from me for a long while./ Ryou said sternly, and the connection was broken. Bakura sighed. 'Well that's a load off my chest.' He thought. But he kept walking; deep inside his heart wishing that Ryou was talking to him. But he kept his feelings to himself, like he had always done, and walked on.
Bakura's POV
The rain kept pouring down on me from the skies, as I thought of one thousand and one reasons why I hated Ryou, and why I hated this mortal world. My journey had taken me to the sidewalks of Domino, and I walked thru the park as night began to fall upon the city. Nighttime was where I felt the most comfortable; being part of the darkness made me feel at home, back when I lived in the Shadow Realm. The storm raged on as I walked, and it almost completely dark when I heard a scream. It didn't jump me, but made me stop and listen. I had heard worst things in my long life, and screams were something that I heard often; seeing most of my victims were lucky if I killed them quick. If anyone got in my way of stealing things out of the tombs, I would kill them. They would be lucky if they got away, because I'd just track them down. But this was a girl's scream; I could tell from the high velocity of the shrill. It was coming from the bushes, so I crept up to see what was happening. "Please! Someone help me!" The girl called. A big man, even more muscular then myself, held a pocketknife to the girl's throat, in a threatening tone he hissed, "Cooperate now, or I'll cut you to pieces." There were two other men there, and every time she said no, they kicked her in the ribs and in the stomach. She had blood seeping thru her white shirt, the rain making it stain even more. Her black hair was flattened against her head, soaked to the skin. Still watching, I witnessed her beating long enough. I felt like a fight anyhow; not for the well being of the girl, but for my own personal pleasure. I stepped out from the concealment of the bushes, my dueling deck in my hand's strong grasp. "Let her go, mortals." I said in a deep, powerful voice that many a times struck fear into the hearts of my victims. They all looked over at me, dropping their fun play toy to the ground, where the girl moaned in pain. "Well, looky here, boys. We've got ourselves a Robin Hood, comin' to defend the weak and the poor." The leader said, the one who had been holding the knife to the girl's throat. "I am not here to be made fun of, cowards. I'm here to claim what is mine." I gestured to the girl, who was watching the standoff with a shudder. "She was ours first, punk. And I suggest you leave, or we'll use you in the same fate as the girl." The boy said. "I don't believe that will be happening tonight. You don't know me, infidels. So don't tempt fate with me." I warned, holding a card behind my back. "Attempt fate? Oh, you'll meet yoa fate all right. Get'em boys." The leader called. "Not so fast. I would like you to meet a friend of mine. Take a look," I held up the card I had concealed behind my back. "The Black Tiger is an old friend of mine. And if you want to live, I suggest you leave now." I said. They all started laughing as I narrowed my eyes. "Look, guys, he's gonna kill us with a paper cut!" The leader laughed. "Black Tiger, heed to my call." I commanded. From the woods, my summoned monster prowled out, the yellow eyes of my prized Black Tiger narrowing in on the bunch of punks. Each one of their punk smiles melted off their punk faces as each one of them began running. My Black Tiger followed in hot pursuit after them. I put back my card, and noticed the girl had passed out. She lay motionless on the wet grass, blood trickling down her body. I ignored it, walking off and out of the woods. But I stopped when I heard a faint voice, almost not audible. "Please..help..m.me." I turned around, the girl's dark eyes looking at me with pure, horrible innocence. I starting walking again, but stopped without my real will. Turning around, I sighed angrily as I walked back to her. She was now fully passed out, her eyes closed and her body limp. But she was small, and very skinny, so when I picked her up, she was light to carry. I walked back to Ryou's house, just a hundred yards from the park, and banged on the front door with my foot. No answer. It figured that he'd be out with his friends. I turned to the yard, the girl now beginning to grow to be a burden in my arms, but somehow managed to get up the tree and into the tree fort. That was where I placed her down on the floor, and noticed a note in where Ryou had been sitting previously that afternoon. "Bakura, I've gone to Yugi's house to spend the night. Hope you don't mind. Ryou." I read out loud, and sighed. "Dang you, Ryou!" I said, leaving the girl in the tree fort as I climbed back down to the house. It was unlocked, lucky for Ryou, and I went upstairs to get some rest. The girl would at least be safe in the tree fort, as much as I hated to admit, I was guilty for leaving there in the tree fort, with barely any warmth. "Raka re manoh!" I cursed in Egyptian, and went in to my closet, digging out a flashlight, emergency kit, and a blanket, along with an old pillow. "Maska sa naro!" I kept cursing as I traveled back out into the rain with my things. I threw the stuff up into the tree fort and climbed the rest of the way up, still talking to myself in Egyptian as I went. Turning on the flashlight, I examined her wounds. It appeared that she probably had some broken ribs, though I didn't venture to extensive checking. I barely lifted up her shirt so I could see her stomach, and saw a long gash on her belly. It was an obvious knife wound, and that was as far as I was going to go (Personal boundaries, you know,) and put a large cloth band-aid on it. I covered her with the blanket, and feeling like I had done some sort of duty, I headed back to the house with my flashlight. Climbing up the stairs and getting into bed, I had a hard time getting to sleep. I still felt guilty, but ignoring such a mortal feeling, I fell asleep.
That's Chappy one! Please R&R, and I'll get more on here!
This story is about, you guessed it, Yami Bakura! Okay, so if Bakura were separate from Ryou, what would you get? Well, this story! And what if Bakura *gulp* starts to care? Um, we'll just have to see! Plus, pay attention to the title of the story. It plays a very important role in the plot. Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, Yami Bakura, Ryou, or any of the original characters; but I do own Sakura! And I don't own Creed's songs or P.O.D's, okay? _' (I wish I did) Oh, and this ain't Yaoi!
It was a typical July day in Domino City; the kids and teens were outside doing out of doors activities. When it hit; a gulf storm whipped across the small Japanese town, a strong gust of wind blowing rain around and lightning flashing in the sky. Ryou and his Yami, Bakura (Duh!), were at that time playing football at the park with their friends, Joey, Yami Yugi, Yugi, Tea, and Tristan. In seconds the group was soaked to the skin. "Figures." Joey mumbled, picking up his football as all of his friends went running for shelter. They found it in the back of Ryou's house that was only about a hundred yards from the park. They climbed a tree and all took shelter in Ryou's tree fort. "Well, at least it's someplace dry." Tea said, seeing a few drips of rainfall thru a crack in the roughly built ceiling. "Don't criticize my work! I did a smashing job on this tree fort. Don't you agree, Yami?" Ryou asked his Yami. Bakura's brown eyes that were narrowed with their evil stare, glanced up at his hikari. "I could've done better." He said, leaning against the wall of the fort. Ryou rolled his eyes and sat down too. Joey laughed. "Hey, man, I mean, Bakura's got a point. You built this when you first moved here. Two years ago." Joey said. "I suppose it was good for the things I was going thru. One being the strange inhabitance of my Yami." Ryou said, glancing at Bakura. Bakura grinned. "Aren't I the blame for everything in your life, Bakura?" He asked, his grin just a sarcastic one. "There was nothing wrong in my life before YOU." Ryou assured him. "Humph!" Bakura protested, crossing his arms. "Okay, now give Bakura a break. I mean, he has changed a lot since last year at Duelist Kingdom, and bygones are bygones, right?" Yami Yugi asked. No one answered. "I was the one who banished Bakura to the Shadow Realm, and I'm forgiving him! And look at you guys!" Yami Yugi said, shaking his head. "Thanks for sticking up for me, Yami Yugi. But these mortals have no understanding of me and my soul." Bakura said, climbing back down the ladder to the ground. "Oh, come on Bakura! I just. I!" Was all Ryou could say. Bakura kept walking, ignoring the desperate cries of his Aibou. 'I don't need you! And I'll prove it!' Bakura said mentally thru his mind to Ryou. /So that's the way you want it to be, is it? You're going by yourself?/ Ryou mentally asked. 'That's right. I don't need you, nor your pitiful mortal friends.' /Find then. Just don't expect to hear from me for a long while./ Ryou said sternly, and the connection was broken. Bakura sighed. 'Well that's a load off my chest.' He thought. But he kept walking; deep inside his heart wishing that Ryou was talking to him. But he kept his feelings to himself, like he had always done, and walked on.
Bakura's POV
The rain kept pouring down on me from the skies, as I thought of one thousand and one reasons why I hated Ryou, and why I hated this mortal world. My journey had taken me to the sidewalks of Domino, and I walked thru the park as night began to fall upon the city. Nighttime was where I felt the most comfortable; being part of the darkness made me feel at home, back when I lived in the Shadow Realm. The storm raged on as I walked, and it almost completely dark when I heard a scream. It didn't jump me, but made me stop and listen. I had heard worst things in my long life, and screams were something that I heard often; seeing most of my victims were lucky if I killed them quick. If anyone got in my way of stealing things out of the tombs, I would kill them. They would be lucky if they got away, because I'd just track them down. But this was a girl's scream; I could tell from the high velocity of the shrill. It was coming from the bushes, so I crept up to see what was happening. "Please! Someone help me!" The girl called. A big man, even more muscular then myself, held a pocketknife to the girl's throat, in a threatening tone he hissed, "Cooperate now, or I'll cut you to pieces." There were two other men there, and every time she said no, they kicked her in the ribs and in the stomach. She had blood seeping thru her white shirt, the rain making it stain even more. Her black hair was flattened against her head, soaked to the skin. Still watching, I witnessed her beating long enough. I felt like a fight anyhow; not for the well being of the girl, but for my own personal pleasure. I stepped out from the concealment of the bushes, my dueling deck in my hand's strong grasp. "Let her go, mortals." I said in a deep, powerful voice that many a times struck fear into the hearts of my victims. They all looked over at me, dropping their fun play toy to the ground, where the girl moaned in pain. "Well, looky here, boys. We've got ourselves a Robin Hood, comin' to defend the weak and the poor." The leader said, the one who had been holding the knife to the girl's throat. "I am not here to be made fun of, cowards. I'm here to claim what is mine." I gestured to the girl, who was watching the standoff with a shudder. "She was ours first, punk. And I suggest you leave, or we'll use you in the same fate as the girl." The boy said. "I don't believe that will be happening tonight. You don't know me, infidels. So don't tempt fate with me." I warned, holding a card behind my back. "Attempt fate? Oh, you'll meet yoa fate all right. Get'em boys." The leader called. "Not so fast. I would like you to meet a friend of mine. Take a look," I held up the card I had concealed behind my back. "The Black Tiger is an old friend of mine. And if you want to live, I suggest you leave now." I said. They all started laughing as I narrowed my eyes. "Look, guys, he's gonna kill us with a paper cut!" The leader laughed. "Black Tiger, heed to my call." I commanded. From the woods, my summoned monster prowled out, the yellow eyes of my prized Black Tiger narrowing in on the bunch of punks. Each one of their punk smiles melted off their punk faces as each one of them began running. My Black Tiger followed in hot pursuit after them. I put back my card, and noticed the girl had passed out. She lay motionless on the wet grass, blood trickling down her body. I ignored it, walking off and out of the woods. But I stopped when I heard a faint voice, almost not audible. "Please..help..m.me." I turned around, the girl's dark eyes looking at me with pure, horrible innocence. I starting walking again, but stopped without my real will. Turning around, I sighed angrily as I walked back to her. She was now fully passed out, her eyes closed and her body limp. But she was small, and very skinny, so when I picked her up, she was light to carry. I walked back to Ryou's house, just a hundred yards from the park, and banged on the front door with my foot. No answer. It figured that he'd be out with his friends. I turned to the yard, the girl now beginning to grow to be a burden in my arms, but somehow managed to get up the tree and into the tree fort. That was where I placed her down on the floor, and noticed a note in where Ryou had been sitting previously that afternoon. "Bakura, I've gone to Yugi's house to spend the night. Hope you don't mind. Ryou." I read out loud, and sighed. "Dang you, Ryou!" I said, leaving the girl in the tree fort as I climbed back down to the house. It was unlocked, lucky for Ryou, and I went upstairs to get some rest. The girl would at least be safe in the tree fort, as much as I hated to admit, I was guilty for leaving there in the tree fort, with barely any warmth. "Raka re manoh!" I cursed in Egyptian, and went in to my closet, digging out a flashlight, emergency kit, and a blanket, along with an old pillow. "Maska sa naro!" I kept cursing as I traveled back out into the rain with my things. I threw the stuff up into the tree fort and climbed the rest of the way up, still talking to myself in Egyptian as I went. Turning on the flashlight, I examined her wounds. It appeared that she probably had some broken ribs, though I didn't venture to extensive checking. I barely lifted up her shirt so I could see her stomach, and saw a long gash on her belly. It was an obvious knife wound, and that was as far as I was going to go (Personal boundaries, you know,) and put a large cloth band-aid on it. I covered her with the blanket, and feeling like I had done some sort of duty, I headed back to the house with my flashlight. Climbing up the stairs and getting into bed, I had a hard time getting to sleep. I still felt guilty, but ignoring such a mortal feeling, I fell asleep.
That's Chappy one! Please R&R, and I'll get more on here!