In Indiana Jones 1 Indie is walking down the street when a man comes up to him, swinging his swords with an expert's skill. But Indie isn't going to put up with that shit, and shoots the guy. After a fan-art I did of Yami Bakura realizing he was too cool to NOT have a gun (srsly, what kind of intelligent person would only arm himself with a duel disk?) I got this image in my head. Enjoy. ((if anyone's a decent animator and wants to animate this for me I'll love you forever. 8DDDD And maybe draw/write something of your choice. Prolly.))
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Yami Bakura walked down the dark, shadowy streets of the black heart of Domino City—the part the inhabitants didn't like to talk about, the part the tourists knew to stay away from. This was where the crime and the filth lived.
The duel disk on his arm glittered in the dying street lamps that shone every once in a very great while where the long, winding alleys actually reached an end. He'd received looks already, heard jokes and whispers about him being a duelist, about him looking like such a girl.
Suddenly someone jumped in front of him. A Rare Hunter creep, his long purple robes billowing in the stale wind around them. He was shuffling his deck in the manner of most "professional" duelists; cutting it in half over and over, a cruel smile on his face. He did it with more speed and precision than Yami Bakura had ever seen.
"If you want to pass you'll have to duel me."
Yami Bakura reached behind him to the top of his pants, pulled out his gun, shot the man in the heart, and walked on.