Author's note: My first actual story I've posted here. This idea came to me after thinking of a Halloween fanfic. Well, this is sort of Halloweenie, but it's not terribly scary. This is a Shaman King/Yu-Gi-Oh crossover. It's a little long, but please enjoy and leave a nice review. Please no flames.
Disclaimer- I do not own Yu Gi Oh or Shaman King. Nor do I own Bakura or Faust VIII. I'm just a huge fan of them.
Warning- I think both are at least a little out of character. I know Faust VIII defiantly is.
Dummkopf German for idiot, fool, etc.
Bakura was on his way home from school, rushing to get out of the cold late October air. Normally he wouldn't have minded, but today the normally playful wind was feeling rater violent. He felt like he needed super glue just to prevent himself from flying away. He came across a cemetery. Usually, he would walk right past, but today he was getting a strange feeling. He went in, curious as to why he was feeling like this.
Meanwhile, another had noticed the white haired teen. He stared with interest, curious as to why he had ventured there. He closed his lavender eyes and gave a smirk, probably felt a chill. The poor fool, didn't he relies that curiosity killed the cat? Most people stayed away from it, due to unknown disappearances and deaths. That's why over time this cemetery had come to be known as the Murderer's lair. In truth, it was called Trintindale. Although the child would be spared of his powers, he couldn't say the same for the vengeful ghosts of the murdered and accidentally killed that so often frequented the graveyard, the poor souls. This last though was, of course not thought sarcastically as he knew all to well the pain of a loved one murdered and he, as a doctor, knew all to well that accidents often happened. For some reason, and he didn't give it much thought up until this point, he was keeping an eye on the unfortunate youth, letting the wind whip his blonde hair into his face.
Bakura in the mean time continued to follow his vibe, right to an old crypt. The crypt was ivy and moss covered. The windows were nothing but rusted iron bars, easily shattered. The door was wide open for some reason, as if inviting him in. Foolish as it was of him, he went down the steps with caution. He slipped and fell down halfway on the steps, leaving a considerable pile of rubble in his place. "Owww." He had landed flat on his back and was rubbing it, trying to relive the pain. When at last it worked, he got up, he noticed his feeling was extremely strong and it wasn't a good one. Suddenly realizing he got him self into something really bad he turned and ran through the pitch black room, hoping it was leading him to the door.
Mean while, the German was trying to find a way to save Bakura, the Dumbkopf was going to get himself killed. He looked around, the door was out of the question, seeing as for some reason it was closed and that stupid thing was to rusty to move any where. He silently cursed under his breath, searching for an alternative. Then, he saw it, a window without any bars on it. He brushed off the ivy and watched the boy, waiting for the right moment to go in.