Hey people, here's the new fic! Yay! It's another AU fic, only it's about
ancient Egypt and Bakura and Ryou. Sorry it took so long to type out, but
I'll try to update as quickly as possible. Anyways, this story as usual
contains yaoi. Most of my stories will. So if you don't like yaoi, don't
read it. Anyways on with the fic!
This chapter is dedicated to Evil Chibi Malik who was a very faithful reviewer of my previous fic, Broken Glass House. Thanks for reviewing!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. ***************************************************************** **************************** The hot fiery ball called the sun beat down on the fine grains of desert sand. Harsh winds raked the barren landscape as the fine grains flew in the atmosphere, cutting whatever skin they came in contact with. The sun cast its rays on the lone figure trekking in the late afternoon heat, a time in which nobody dared to cross the fury of Ra's gaze. The plain white cloth protected his head as sharp demonic eyes glared at the pesky sands. The cloth covering his mouth did a fine job at keeping away the sands, but gave him no protection to his eyes. Growling he shifted the make-shift canvass bag slung across his back. His precious loot jingled merrily at him reminding him it was all worth it. He smile, yes it was worth it. It was worth the Ra forsaken wind, sand, and sun for his loot. He had just gone to a newly stored tomb, giving the chance to snatch at all the newly placed fortunes before any other tomb robber did, after all they didn't call him the king of thieves for nothing. He smiled feraly at the thought of how much his loot would bring him as he ignored the pesky wind and continued his trek to the distant horizon.
Dirt caked locks glinted in the sun. A pale sweating face stared at the too bright sky as pain misted sea green eyes stared up imploringly. With fingers caked with his own dried blood he wiped away the sweat making its way down his face, leaving behind a smear of the crimson blood. Blood ran down in dried rivulets as his pale skin was covered in a cloth of scarlet blood, his ragged linens stained. How long had it been since he escaped? How long since he ran away from all the blood? All the screams? All those eyes staring up at him, glassy with death yet still open, haunting him? Days? Weeks? Months? He couldn't tell, he was too hot, too tired, too pained. Stumbling he made his way to the wavering horizon. His heat cooked head creating flickering illusions and mirages in the hazy sea of heat. Cracked and bleeding lips prayed. For who? For what? He prayed for salvation, for death, for forgetfulness, for forgiveness, anything. As those cracked lips formed inaudible words of prayer and those pain swamped eyes stared listlessly at the flickering images conjured by his heated mind the young boy stumbled along the path of hot desert sands and hoped and prayed that salvation might swoop down upon like a hawk and take away the pain, the suffering, the agony of it all, but even in his agonized state of mind he knew it was impossible, that no matter what pain had made an embodiment of itself to him and where ever he went, where ever he wandered the pain was sure to be there. As he stared up at Ra's mighty power and he saw those dead glassy eyes flicker in his mind he let a small twisted smile flicker across his delicate features. Pain is a part of me and a part of me is pain.
'What in the name of Ra is that...that...that boy! Doing here?!' Demonic red eyes widened in shock as they spotted a wavering stumbling figure of a youth making it's way towards him. Hazy sea green eyes stared up blankly at the thief. Confusion seemed to seep into both eyes as they stared hard at each other making sure that is wasn't a mirage. Then suddenly those hazy sea green eyes fluttered as the lithe body fell into a crumbled heap. Suddenly the tomb raider was having an inner war.
'Leave the boy...' The darker part of him hissed.
'He's just a boy...' Another argued.
'Stupid weakling to pass out in the desert, asking for death itself!'
'He won't die if you help him...'
'Going soft eh? Forgetting the old theif lore?'
'Saving another's life doesn't mean you're going soft. Think about it, he will owe you a life debt. You can make use of it...'
Growling, the tomb raider slung the youth across his shoulder and made his way down the wavering horizon. He didn't fail to notice the crimson blood staining his calloused hands. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Well that was a prologue! How did you like it so far? Should I continue? I hope so, oh yeah! Sorry for the big delay, but I have so much junk to do lately so it might be awhile before I continue okay? Please read and review and until the next chapter, ja ne! ^_^
This chapter is dedicated to Evil Chibi Malik who was a very faithful reviewer of my previous fic, Broken Glass House. Thanks for reviewing!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. ***************************************************************** **************************** The hot fiery ball called the sun beat down on the fine grains of desert sand. Harsh winds raked the barren landscape as the fine grains flew in the atmosphere, cutting whatever skin they came in contact with. The sun cast its rays on the lone figure trekking in the late afternoon heat, a time in which nobody dared to cross the fury of Ra's gaze. The plain white cloth protected his head as sharp demonic eyes glared at the pesky sands. The cloth covering his mouth did a fine job at keeping away the sands, but gave him no protection to his eyes. Growling he shifted the make-shift canvass bag slung across his back. His precious loot jingled merrily at him reminding him it was all worth it. He smile, yes it was worth it. It was worth the Ra forsaken wind, sand, and sun for his loot. He had just gone to a newly stored tomb, giving the chance to snatch at all the newly placed fortunes before any other tomb robber did, after all they didn't call him the king of thieves for nothing. He smiled feraly at the thought of how much his loot would bring him as he ignored the pesky wind and continued his trek to the distant horizon.
Dirt caked locks glinted in the sun. A pale sweating face stared at the too bright sky as pain misted sea green eyes stared up imploringly. With fingers caked with his own dried blood he wiped away the sweat making its way down his face, leaving behind a smear of the crimson blood. Blood ran down in dried rivulets as his pale skin was covered in a cloth of scarlet blood, his ragged linens stained. How long had it been since he escaped? How long since he ran away from all the blood? All the screams? All those eyes staring up at him, glassy with death yet still open, haunting him? Days? Weeks? Months? He couldn't tell, he was too hot, too tired, too pained. Stumbling he made his way to the wavering horizon. His heat cooked head creating flickering illusions and mirages in the hazy sea of heat. Cracked and bleeding lips prayed. For who? For what? He prayed for salvation, for death, for forgetfulness, for forgiveness, anything. As those cracked lips formed inaudible words of prayer and those pain swamped eyes stared listlessly at the flickering images conjured by his heated mind the young boy stumbled along the path of hot desert sands and hoped and prayed that salvation might swoop down upon like a hawk and take away the pain, the suffering, the agony of it all, but even in his agonized state of mind he knew it was impossible, that no matter what pain had made an embodiment of itself to him and where ever he went, where ever he wandered the pain was sure to be there. As he stared up at Ra's mighty power and he saw those dead glassy eyes flicker in his mind he let a small twisted smile flicker across his delicate features. Pain is a part of me and a part of me is pain.
'What in the name of Ra is that...that...that boy! Doing here?!' Demonic red eyes widened in shock as they spotted a wavering stumbling figure of a youth making it's way towards him. Hazy sea green eyes stared up blankly at the thief. Confusion seemed to seep into both eyes as they stared hard at each other making sure that is wasn't a mirage. Then suddenly those hazy sea green eyes fluttered as the lithe body fell into a crumbled heap. Suddenly the tomb raider was having an inner war.
'Leave the boy...' The darker part of him hissed.
'He's just a boy...' Another argued.
'Stupid weakling to pass out in the desert, asking for death itself!'
'He won't die if you help him...'
'Going soft eh? Forgetting the old theif lore?'
'Saving another's life doesn't mean you're going soft. Think about it, he will owe you a life debt. You can make use of it...'
Growling, the tomb raider slung the youth across his shoulder and made his way down the wavering horizon. He didn't fail to notice the crimson blood staining his calloused hands. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Well that was a prologue! How did you like it so far? Should I continue? I hope so, oh yeah! Sorry for the big delay, but I have so much junk to do lately so it might be awhile before I continue okay? Please read and review and until the next chapter, ja ne! ^_^