Hello there~ This idea has been sloshing around in my head for a while now, but I never really had the creative stab to actually get working on it. Well, this is my favorite story I think that I have ever worked on, even more than the other Really long Yu-Gi-Oh one, 'Two of a certain kind'.
I got the idea when I was laying in my hospital bed (AGAIN. I SWEAR, THEY SHOULD JUST RESERVE A ROOM FOR ME! XD) and I started working on it in there. I really would like FLAMERS to avoid being rude. I've gotten so many of those, its not even funny.
Im not a professional author, therefore my spelling isn't going to be the best. Give me a break. Any ways, I know I was kinda… O_O MEAN just a second ago.
_ I've just become callous because of the flamers.
Disclaimer: I NO OWN YUGIOH! :O
Prologue
"catch him before he gets away!" a brawny man yelled, ordering his goons to chase the figure that danced around the shadows. Their store had been looted for almost all of its worth, which was indeed a large amount. They would see upon entering that almost all of their gold and precious jewels were missing. Who they were deling with though, they would never catch. He was so profoundly crafty, he held a prestigious name. the thief king. But, all of these things happened thousands of years ago. Now, the thief king was a fragment of an evil spirits memories. Ironically, he WAS the evil over time he changed, and now his name was bakura. And so it came to be, that the thief king was apart of Bakuras memories. And those memeories, desperately wanted to be awakened.
CHAPTER ONE
Crickets chirped loudly outside Ryou's window as he slept. The night was gorgeous, and it was a good evening to have the window and have the gentle breeze roll in.
At least, that's what Ryou thought.
Bakura on the other hand, lay next to his snoozing hikari wide awake and pissed off.
"Ryou, are you awake?" he whispered, peeking over the small rising and falling shoulder, just to see an angelic—and sleeping—face.
He rolled over with a grunt and threw his legs over the side of the huge king sized bed. He recoiled with a hiss when his warm, bare feet touched the freezing cold hardwood floor. Sluggishly, he dragged himself into the darkened hallway and felt around for the light switch.
"Now where the hell are you you stupid thing…?" he muttered, feeling along the length of the wall. As he slid his hands around, he finally felt the small protrusion.
"Ah! There you…you…you are…" He slurred, wave of languor like he had never felt before hitting him. He flicked on the light switch just before hitting the floor.
"Ow..." he groaned, trying to stand. He couldn't. "The hell…?" He said, fluttering his eyelids in confusion. Each time he blinked, it felt like his eyelids were being held down with thousand pound weights. Finally he succumbed to the strange and overwhelming weariness.
Bakura's eyes flew open, and he jumped up quickly. He wasn't in the hallway of his and Ryou's apartment anymore. The only thing he saw was sand. Everything around him was set ablaze, and frantic people were fleeing everywhere. Blood stained small areas, and a powerful feeling of death was upon the small village he found himself in. A woman dashed straight towards him, screaming loudly as a man dressed in a dark robe and gold jewelry was close behind her. The man, who was a palace guard, ran the woman through like butter, dragging the corpse to a flight of stairs and carelessly pulling it behind him like a dog.
Bakura stared wide eyed at the man, following him with his eyes. Did they not see him? No. they must have. It happened right in front of him.
"WHOA!" he exclaimed as he held up his hand. It was ghostly translucent, and to make things even more unbelievable, a man sprinted straight through him, like he didn't exist. He was also killed by a guard and hauled off to the stairwell that had caught bakura's interest moments ago.
"where am I …?" He muttered, walking over to the stairwell, and following a grim faced guard down the secret passageway. Heat hit bakura like a freight train, and the smell of searing flesh made him gag.
The men lobbed the bodies into a huge pot, laughing darkly.
"No! Help mommy! Daddy!" a young girl of about seven screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"You'll be reunited with those dogs in a moment, brat." A guard chuckled, twisting the girls head sharply in an unnatural manner, snapping her neck.
Bakura stifled a yell and felt sick to his stomach. If this was a nightmare, he was ready to wake up this instant. The little girl was tossed into the boiling cauldron too, just like the others.
"Hmph, well that's ninety nine!" A middle aged man snickered, marveling at his bloody masterpiece. "Now the sacrifice is complete…" he said triumphantly, laughing loudly.
Bakura sank down to his knees and clamped his hands over his ears. This place was horrible. The smell of dead bodies nearly smothered him, and he could see restless souls beginning to roam about, swarming around the death trap. He had never seen any of these people before, didn't know them, didn't even know they existed. But for some reason, he felt as if his entire world, and everyone in it had just been abruptly ripped away from him. And that woman he saw, when the hellish nightmare first began…a tug of grief pulled at his heart, as if she were very close to him, like a family member…
He looked up briefly, and stumbled backwards when he noticed a small face peeking from behind a wall. It was a young boy with sun kissed skin and impossibly white hair, just like his own.