R Amythest: ahh, yes, another story of Yami Bakura's past, but this one is
a lot different from any other you read. A LOT different. The first point
of view is of Yami Bakura's, but he's given a different name in here, like
he is always. But it will not be revealed until later. . . muahahaha. . .
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I ducked down to avoid the arrows as the hit the wall above me. The men in a black capes wouldn't leave me alone, what did I, a little 7-year-old, have for them. The men closed in on me, and I squirmed to get free from one of their grips. Finally freeing myself, I ran into an alley, where I came to a dead end. Arrows behind me whooshed in the air. Meeting the end, I turned around to face my pursuers. The men didn't reveal their faces, and they had lances and arrows, waiting for me to hold still. I ran towards the corner. All my years of climbing the shelves in the house continued to pay off. I scaled the wall where it met in the corner, gradually climbing higher. They continued to throw spears and shoot arrows, but they missed me, just barely. I finally reached the top, and I hopped onto the roof. I saw the men climb the wall, too. Running to the other edge of the roof, I looked down, hoping to see there was a ladder or something. But there wasn't. I heard grunting behind me, and the man was just making it to the roof. Near the street end of the roof, I heard a commotion. It was the new pharaoh just coming to town, not that it would help me. The men made it to the roof, and one shot an arrow, with force so tremendous, not only did it pierce me arm, but being the lightweight I am, it flung me off the roof and made me crash into the alley below. I felt like I was shattered into a hundred pieces. Something warm flowed onto my legs, blood, no doubt. My vision became blurry, and I finally blacked out.
(Yami's POV)
"Hail to the new pharaoh!" my guard shouted. All the people around me heard it, too. I was 15, and my father died the day before. I was now officially pharaoh. The people around me made a big fuss and started to bow and the rest of it. Not that it really mattered. Now, you might wonder why being a pharaoh wasn't as good as it sounds. Number one, you had to run an empire, work included, and second, there's not as much love involved. Sure, all your people respected you and woman were crazy for you, but not that kind of love, a different sort.
That's why I was so alert when I heard a wail and a crash. Almost like a reflex, I jumped off the throne and ran towards an alley. My guards made a big fuss of it as always, but they ALWAYS made a big fuss of everything. In the alley, I was a bunch of black-cloaked people surrounding a white and red figure. Looking closer, it was a small child, bleeding badly. I went to tell them they were to be executed when I remembered bad guys didn't follow orders. They followed their instinct.
I held up my trusty dagger that I always hid in my pocket, and they raised spears, arrows, and lances. What were taking my flimsy guards so long? They fired their arrows. I avoided most of them, but one scraped my foot. It was sore, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. This was like one of those old fights when I wandered off into the empire, looking for playmates. Of course, I always ended up fighting, but we never finished it as a guard always dragged me out and whipped the other boys. Here was the western ending to all my fights, and the prize was the life of the white- haired boy they tried to destroy.
They obviously ran out of ammunition for their arrows, but the men with the lances and spears stepped forth and tried to spear me. I used my dagger to fight them, getting closer all the time, but one of the spears got through my shoulder, where it pierced my skin and blood flowed in red torrents. I winced, but kept on fighting. 'Remember, this is for a life,' I told myself. I finally defeated the guard, and he ended up lying on the ground, motionless. The ground was sticky, dyeing my shoes a scarlet-violet color. There was one caped man left, and he held a staff unlike any other. The millennium rod.
"Kaiba?" I gasped. He smirked a heartless smirk and pulled back his hood. Sure enough, it was Kaiba, millennium rod and all. Sure he was a priest of highest control, but he was cold. I knew he had some sort of past, but I never bothered. This might make it all fall in place.
"Yes, Yami, do you know how much I loath serving you?" Kaiba sneered. "Always this and that and I never gained trust."
'Why should I trust I demon like him?' I thought.
"Never moved in rank, never had appreciation. 'A big ball's coming up, prepare for it, Kaiba!' one would say, and then I'd be obligated to prepare and do all the speeches and the outcome is having to clean up for it!" Kaiba snapped. He snorted and pulled a loose strand of hair back. "But I'm through with this, and I'm going to get you back!"
"But what does all this have to do with the young one?" I asked, shaken but trying not to show it.
Kaiba nodded towards the small child, who was pale and in a red sticky mess. "Him? His parents were supporters of you, big time supports." Kaiba grinned wickedly. "Wouldn't put it past me to do that. But that's enough talk. Now is the final battle, and I shall get my revenge!" With that, he charged head on. I barely dodged the blow, and my robes ripped. I gripped my dagger as he tried to ram me again. I countered it, using my dagger as a shield.
"Hey, what's going on?" I heard someone say. I recognized it as a tomb robber, Malik I think. Upon spotting Kaiba and I, he cheered, not for me, but for my opponent. "Get 'em Seto, get 'em good!" he roared. Kaiba glanced at his supporter for a moment, and I took advantage of that. I grabbed my dagger and sliced him in the arm. It was unexpected, and he loosened his grip on his rod. I don't know what reaction caused it, but I grabbed his dagger. Smirking, he twisted it, and a pain built up along my hand. I dropped his dagger and stared at my bloody hand in shock. The skin was peeled off, and chunks of flesh were turned over.
"So, who's boss now, Yami?" Kaiba smirked. I cringed, but took the moment to my advantage, and stabbed my dagger as far as it would go into his chest. He fell and lay unmoving, his mouth open and eyes wide, but not moving in the least. A stream of red tricked down his cape, and the blood bubbled in his mouth. I turned to Malik, who was standing in shock and backing away slowly.
"Remember this Malik, this is what happens to people who betray me!" I yelled. Malik grabbed the dagger. . . and ran! I turned my attention back to the small boy in the corner. Observing him, he was very pale, with dusty white hair. His arm was split open by an arrow, and I could barely hear his very faint breathing. My hand was bleeding profusely, and it stung badly, but I had to do this. I must. I used my good hand to hold him under the head. He was cold, like he was running out of life. I cringed as I used my bloodied hand to support his small legs and back. He wasn't really heavy; I'd say he was only 6 or 7. I brought him out of the alley. People spotted me immediately and started bowing and all that. Don't people around here have common sense?
"Listen up!" I roared. Everyone shut up. "Get the doctors, the best ones, and tell them to meet me at the palace!" I ordered. Everyone scattered in all directions. The boy still wasn't moving, and still cold. I felt a strange emotion towards him, like I was meant for him. Maybe this was the love I've been looking for. Making sure he was comfortable, I ran as quickly as I could with a cut-up foot. The palace was approaching, closer and closer towards me. The boy in my arms stirred slightly. "You're going to get help, and then you'll get better, just stay still for now," I assured him. He snuggled a bit closer to me, as if he understood. I fell in love with this little child instantly. 'You will make it, you must,' I thought.
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R Amythest: aww. . . Yes, I know, I've claimed I can't write YAOI, but I've changed, okay? But this is just cute, isn't it?
Ryou: at least I'm not getting beat up.
R Amythest: technically, you're his reincarnation, so. . .
Ryou: *groan*
Yami Yugi: *bandaging hand when R Amythest snatches roll of bandages*
R Amythest: No medical treatment until chapter two!
Yami Yugi: You mean I bleed to death?!
R Amythest: No. . . okay, you can bandage it, but take it off at chappie two, then we'll re-apply it, okee?
Yami Yugi: *unhappily* okay. . . *bandages hand*
R Amythest: and don't ask where I got the idea. . . It came 'tis upon a dream. . .
Ryou: *sigh* she's become too attached and now she's trying to pick up a British accent. . .
Yami Amythest: yeah, knock it off Hikari!
R Amythest: I shan't! *crosses arms*
Yami Amythest: *sweatdrop* please pardon us as we need to fix up the authoress. *shoves R Amythest off screen and the boys sweatdrop*
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I ducked down to avoid the arrows as the hit the wall above me. The men in a black capes wouldn't leave me alone, what did I, a little 7-year-old, have for them. The men closed in on me, and I squirmed to get free from one of their grips. Finally freeing myself, I ran into an alley, where I came to a dead end. Arrows behind me whooshed in the air. Meeting the end, I turned around to face my pursuers. The men didn't reveal their faces, and they had lances and arrows, waiting for me to hold still. I ran towards the corner. All my years of climbing the shelves in the house continued to pay off. I scaled the wall where it met in the corner, gradually climbing higher. They continued to throw spears and shoot arrows, but they missed me, just barely. I finally reached the top, and I hopped onto the roof. I saw the men climb the wall, too. Running to the other edge of the roof, I looked down, hoping to see there was a ladder or something. But there wasn't. I heard grunting behind me, and the man was just making it to the roof. Near the street end of the roof, I heard a commotion. It was the new pharaoh just coming to town, not that it would help me. The men made it to the roof, and one shot an arrow, with force so tremendous, not only did it pierce me arm, but being the lightweight I am, it flung me off the roof and made me crash into the alley below. I felt like I was shattered into a hundred pieces. Something warm flowed onto my legs, blood, no doubt. My vision became blurry, and I finally blacked out.
(Yami's POV)
"Hail to the new pharaoh!" my guard shouted. All the people around me heard it, too. I was 15, and my father died the day before. I was now officially pharaoh. The people around me made a big fuss and started to bow and the rest of it. Not that it really mattered. Now, you might wonder why being a pharaoh wasn't as good as it sounds. Number one, you had to run an empire, work included, and second, there's not as much love involved. Sure, all your people respected you and woman were crazy for you, but not that kind of love, a different sort.
That's why I was so alert when I heard a wail and a crash. Almost like a reflex, I jumped off the throne and ran towards an alley. My guards made a big fuss of it as always, but they ALWAYS made a big fuss of everything. In the alley, I was a bunch of black-cloaked people surrounding a white and red figure. Looking closer, it was a small child, bleeding badly. I went to tell them they were to be executed when I remembered bad guys didn't follow orders. They followed their instinct.
I held up my trusty dagger that I always hid in my pocket, and they raised spears, arrows, and lances. What were taking my flimsy guards so long? They fired their arrows. I avoided most of them, but one scraped my foot. It was sore, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. This was like one of those old fights when I wandered off into the empire, looking for playmates. Of course, I always ended up fighting, but we never finished it as a guard always dragged me out and whipped the other boys. Here was the western ending to all my fights, and the prize was the life of the white- haired boy they tried to destroy.
They obviously ran out of ammunition for their arrows, but the men with the lances and spears stepped forth and tried to spear me. I used my dagger to fight them, getting closer all the time, but one of the spears got through my shoulder, where it pierced my skin and blood flowed in red torrents. I winced, but kept on fighting. 'Remember, this is for a life,' I told myself. I finally defeated the guard, and he ended up lying on the ground, motionless. The ground was sticky, dyeing my shoes a scarlet-violet color. There was one caped man left, and he held a staff unlike any other. The millennium rod.
"Kaiba?" I gasped. He smirked a heartless smirk and pulled back his hood. Sure enough, it was Kaiba, millennium rod and all. Sure he was a priest of highest control, but he was cold. I knew he had some sort of past, but I never bothered. This might make it all fall in place.
"Yes, Yami, do you know how much I loath serving you?" Kaiba sneered. "Always this and that and I never gained trust."
'Why should I trust I demon like him?' I thought.
"Never moved in rank, never had appreciation. 'A big ball's coming up, prepare for it, Kaiba!' one would say, and then I'd be obligated to prepare and do all the speeches and the outcome is having to clean up for it!" Kaiba snapped. He snorted and pulled a loose strand of hair back. "But I'm through with this, and I'm going to get you back!"
"But what does all this have to do with the young one?" I asked, shaken but trying not to show it.
Kaiba nodded towards the small child, who was pale and in a red sticky mess. "Him? His parents were supporters of you, big time supports." Kaiba grinned wickedly. "Wouldn't put it past me to do that. But that's enough talk. Now is the final battle, and I shall get my revenge!" With that, he charged head on. I barely dodged the blow, and my robes ripped. I gripped my dagger as he tried to ram me again. I countered it, using my dagger as a shield.
"Hey, what's going on?" I heard someone say. I recognized it as a tomb robber, Malik I think. Upon spotting Kaiba and I, he cheered, not for me, but for my opponent. "Get 'em Seto, get 'em good!" he roared. Kaiba glanced at his supporter for a moment, and I took advantage of that. I grabbed my dagger and sliced him in the arm. It was unexpected, and he loosened his grip on his rod. I don't know what reaction caused it, but I grabbed his dagger. Smirking, he twisted it, and a pain built up along my hand. I dropped his dagger and stared at my bloody hand in shock. The skin was peeled off, and chunks of flesh were turned over.
"So, who's boss now, Yami?" Kaiba smirked. I cringed, but took the moment to my advantage, and stabbed my dagger as far as it would go into his chest. He fell and lay unmoving, his mouth open and eyes wide, but not moving in the least. A stream of red tricked down his cape, and the blood bubbled in his mouth. I turned to Malik, who was standing in shock and backing away slowly.
"Remember this Malik, this is what happens to people who betray me!" I yelled. Malik grabbed the dagger. . . and ran! I turned my attention back to the small boy in the corner. Observing him, he was very pale, with dusty white hair. His arm was split open by an arrow, and I could barely hear his very faint breathing. My hand was bleeding profusely, and it stung badly, but I had to do this. I must. I used my good hand to hold him under the head. He was cold, like he was running out of life. I cringed as I used my bloodied hand to support his small legs and back. He wasn't really heavy; I'd say he was only 6 or 7. I brought him out of the alley. People spotted me immediately and started bowing and all that. Don't people around here have common sense?
"Listen up!" I roared. Everyone shut up. "Get the doctors, the best ones, and tell them to meet me at the palace!" I ordered. Everyone scattered in all directions. The boy still wasn't moving, and still cold. I felt a strange emotion towards him, like I was meant for him. Maybe this was the love I've been looking for. Making sure he was comfortable, I ran as quickly as I could with a cut-up foot. The palace was approaching, closer and closer towards me. The boy in my arms stirred slightly. "You're going to get help, and then you'll get better, just stay still for now," I assured him. He snuggled a bit closer to me, as if he understood. I fell in love with this little child instantly. 'You will make it, you must,' I thought.
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R Amythest: aww. . . Yes, I know, I've claimed I can't write YAOI, but I've changed, okay? But this is just cute, isn't it?
Ryou: at least I'm not getting beat up.
R Amythest: technically, you're his reincarnation, so. . .
Ryou: *groan*
Yami Yugi: *bandaging hand when R Amythest snatches roll of bandages*
R Amythest: No medical treatment until chapter two!
Yami Yugi: You mean I bleed to death?!
R Amythest: No. . . okay, you can bandage it, but take it off at chappie two, then we'll re-apply it, okee?
Yami Yugi: *unhappily* okay. . . *bandages hand*
R Amythest: and don't ask where I got the idea. . . It came 'tis upon a dream. . .
Ryou: *sigh* she's become too attached and now she's trying to pick up a British accent. . .
Yami Amythest: yeah, knock it off Hikari!
R Amythest: I shan't! *crosses arms*
Yami Amythest: *sweatdrop* please pardon us as we need to fix up the authoress. *shoves R Amythest off screen and the boys sweatdrop*