This is my first Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfic that I actually post here, I hope you'll like it, I tried my best.
This sort of came to me in a dream and I just had to write it, so this is what you get. Well, I'll stop boring you with my useless rant, I hope you'll enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! obviously...
Chapter one: blood sand
The desert winds began to calm down as the big, yellow ball in the sky started to set. The sky was bathing in an orange-red glow and you could see a couple of stars appearing. It would be quite a beautiful picture, if it wasn't for the dangerous atmosphere that hung in the air.
In the sand outside of the city walls sat a man, he seemed to be in his mid-twenties and he was clad in a military outfit, his hand was tightly clutched around a bottle of alcohol. On his head he wore a bandana, it had the colors of the city flag, the colors he once so desperately fought for, the colors of the city he once loved with a passion; that city now mocked him. He took another sip from the bottle and looked up at the sky, cackling madly.
Two figures approached the man, they were dressed the same as he was, a hood covering their facial features.
"Keith-sama, you need to return back home," one of the men said.
"Don't use that 'sama' bullshit on me," Keith spit out, "don't try to fool me, don't lie to my face."
"Please, Keith-sama, it's not safe outside of the city walls," the other man said.
"There you go again," Keith stood up and faced the two men. He felt a bit unstable after all the alcohol he had consumed, he shifted his balance from foot to foot, causing him to wobble a bit.
"Don't try to act so polite, I know what you've been calling me behind my back. You all call me a drunkard, a screw up. You and that entire city!" he was now yelling at the city walls.
"Please…" they tried again.
"Bah!" Keith said, spitting into the sand. "Go back to your precious city, I'm staying out here." He took another swig of his bottle, and sat back down into the warm, desert sand.
One of the men made a move to try and pull Keith back up on his feet, but the other stopped him, shaking his head.
"It is sad to see you like this sir," he said, "I always looked up to you. Now you are exactly what you once loathed."
Keith just shook his head, and took another sip of the bottle.
The sun had completely set, and a million stars covered the sky. The desert was quiet and darkness surrounded everything outside.
The two men turned around, they wanted to leave the shell of the man they once admired behind, but stopped in their tracks. Two eyes lighted up in the shadows, it was as if the darkness was staring at them.
"Is that…?" one man asked, the other just nodded. It was the thing that had been terrorizing their city for months, the sudden death of hundreds of people. The demon that no one had been able to kill.
Their eyes grew wide, behind them, Keith once again got to his feet.
"You son of a bitch," he yelled at the shadowy figure, "you cost me everything!"
The two men took out their swords and got ready to defend themselves. But the creature did not move, the cerulean eyes just kept staring at them.
"I should kill you right now!" Keith yelled, but the two men held him back, holding up their swords. They tried their best not to tremble with fear.
Laughter erupted from the shadows, the demon was laughing at them. In the blue eyes, they could see a hint of amusement.
It's laughing at us. It's laughing at me,Keith thought and he stormed forward, even though he was only armed with a bottle. He swung the bottle at the shadows, but it was too dark to see the demon. The demon grabbed Keith by the throat and sunk his claws into his gut. A scream of pain was all that was heard when the demon threw Keith aside. Then he stormed over to the two other men, his claws ripping their flesh and pulling out their insides. Their screams filled the night sky.
Keith laid there, in the bloodied sand. The demon walked over to him and looked at him, his eyes filled with cold indifference. He then opened his wings, and flew away from the scene. Keith's eyes fluttered open, he gazed at the sky. The stars had transformed into a million blue eyes that mocked him, laughed at him.
He sat up, slowly and painfully. He then took another long gulp from the bottle that was miraculously still in his hand. He felt his blood pouring out of the wound, but he was too tired and too drunk to care.
Inside the city castle, the king stared out of the window into the desert. Over the months, he had tried his best to kill that cursed demon. But nothing had worked. The people started losing hope in their king, even the king started losing hope in himself.
"I think there is nothing else we can do," the king said, looking at one of his servants, "That demon has done enough damage enough already…"
"King Sugoroku, what do you mean?" the servant asked.
"I think we'll need the help of a professional for this," the king said, looking out of the window again, "We'll need to contact the famous demon hunter."
A/N: I think we can all guess who that demon is. ;3
It's sort of weird that the first person to actually appear in this is bandit Keith. But in my dream, there was this drunk sitting in the sand, and I just thought "hey... Bandit Keith is perfect!"
Also, I wasn't really sure what the suffix was for 'king' so I just wrote king. If someone knows, tell me, and I'll fix that. (:
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it, review nao? : D ahahah.