So this has been bugging me for a long while now. Eventually this will be a fractureshipping story cuz there ain't enought of them out there.

1- pronounced Is-teme

2- meaning bad or awful

The child, or young man, of six foot walked a path of winding and twisting rocks outlined by wild flowers in the feild outside the castle city. Turning around the youth gazed at stone wall and draw bridge. His once home, now falling apart at the seams. The wall suroneding the castle city was covered in wall vines and the top was jagged and showed signs of weathering and damage from failed invasions.

Turning back towards the path the youth flipped his mid back length hair over his shoulder and started walking again.

"It was long ago wasn't it?" the youth sighed to himself, "The castle and city started to crumble when the raiders came, and stole the heart of the nation. That's when it started, if I remember right..."

*Flashback :3*

The white haired child was running around the catherdial ground with his friend, Malik Istema(1). Malik had long blonde hair, tanned skin which wasn't so unusual around that part of Africa. "Hurry up Bakura! Your so slow!" Malik giggled.

The white haired youth, named Bakura, pent over and started panting. He wasn't used to running so much. He didn't understand how his compainon was so energetic and seemed to not have a need for air.

"Hang on a moment, Malik. I don't have yopur oddly incredibale lung compacity." Bakura wheesed. Malik laughed bouncing up to Bakura rubbing his back.
But it all happened so fast.

In the next moment there was screaming and people running towards the two children knocking them over, almost trampeling them. The children scrappped to their feet and started running cluching eachothers hands. Thy ran with the crowd not knowing what they were running from but running anyways.

Malik noticed an opening inbetween two buildings which he quickly pulled himself and Bakura into.

"Bakura, whats going on?" whimmpered Malik. He had lived fairly close to the palace with the higher up nobles so he knew little of crime and such.
Bakura senced Malik's fright and pulled him into a hug.

"Don't worry Malik. I'll protect you." Bakura had lived close to the draw bridge in the bad side of town. He was less naive than Malik but yet was still naive.
Just as quickly as the panick had come it was gone, but it was calm. If anything it was more chaotic now.

"Where's the heart?" screamed one gaurd.

"Do you think that's what the raiders were after?" asked a second.

Then a heart wretching scream echoed from the palace, "The prince! Where is my baby?" Cried the Queen.

*End Of Flashback*

"That's when everything started to go rye(2)." Bakura reajusted his sack with the few bolongings he owned and walked towards the forest.

"Took you long enough..." chuckled a voice from the forest.

"I would have though I would have been first guess I was wrong." Bakura chuckled back.

Stepping into the light, Malik's blonde hair shimmered. His hair now reached is waist and now instead of the little child look, he had a slight muscle build to him.

"Shut it Bakura." Malik bent down and grabbed his sack and Bakura and he both walking into the forest together.