Regolilo Libero
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Hello, and welcome to my second fanfiction, and my first trial in Yugioh fanfiction. I have chosen a Bakura and Isis fic, and I know many people will definitely be displeased, and will certainly wring my neck.....*Nervously fidgets* So, I will just try out my hand on this, and tell me if you want me to carry on. I will not tolerate flames, but I will accept a simple 'NO', if you don't want, and if it was a 'YES', well I just want a simple reason why. (^_^) It is set in ancient Egypt, so, please just bear with me, for I might need some research to have a better grasp at it. Well, here it goes, and I hope you will enjoy for the meantime. Title might change. I would appreciate it if you read this, because I would like to get something for the Yugioh section up.
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"GO GET HIM!"
"SHIT!"
The figure ran, as three men were in pursuit. His pale hair rippled behind him as he turned into an alley, then into the nest one after that. Even in the dark, he knew where he was going. Living out in this city for so long has made him memorize every raod, and side street. The man wasn't any younger than fifteen, but he he already had a reputation in being what he was, and he prided on that. He panted, hoping that they would'nt catch him. He never doubted, however. He had been running from the law eversince he was ten. Finally, the shouting sounded much farther, and he figured that they were gone. The teen stopped at large tree, holding on as he tried to catch his breath. Then, took a good look at his surroundings.
The atmosphere had definitely changed, from dark, dirty alleyways, to a neat suburban area with tall fences that wrapped around large homes.
"Hmm, maybe I could take a souvenir before I go? I'm sure that they won't miss anything." he muttered to himself, staring at the vines that draped around the top of the fence.
With that the teen prepared to climb a tall wall of compressed sand, when a distant shout alerted him.
"Hey men, spread out, he has to be here somewhere!"
"For Ra's sakes, don't those assholes ever give up?" swore the thief, glancing him.
He had no other choice, so when the voices grew nearer, he climbed over the fence with great presicion, having done this many times before. The teen landed with cat-like grace, and took a quick look at his surroundings.
It was a typical yard, but with a few exceptions. Blooming flowers decorated the side of a large mansion-like house, with a cage where a pet bird was kept. A clay fountain had been mounted in the middle of the yard, near the entrance to the door.
The thief prowled around, careful not to make any noise. On the other side he could hear whispering voices of his followers. He walked around the perimeter of the house, searching for an open window. It wasn't hard, and it was clear that the owners were'nt expecting a break- in.
More quieter this time the thief pushed away the curtain that covered the window, and stayed in the shadows just in case someone in the household was awake. His ears have'nt decieved him, and all was silent. Chuckling lightly to himself, he rummaged around the room that he came through. Inside were many silver items, gold decorations, and paintings. It was a robber's dream come true. Whatever room it was, it had been loaded, and the teen grabbed what he could with his two hands. A silver goblet, a gold mini statue of the god Anubis, and a gold chamber pot.
He was just about to grab another ornament that was set on a table, when a small creak of the floor aroused his attention. The thief hid behind in the shadows, getting himself ready to fight the incoming person if it was needed. A shadow appeared at the doorway of the room, stopping at the doorway. The young man baited breath as the shadow neared the room, and a pair of feet was revealed, then a whole figure of a young girl, about his age, wearing a cream nightgown, her black hair that came up to her shoulders tied in a neat ponytail. He narrowed his eyes.
'If only she would get out of the room.' he thought to himself, as the girl crept quietly around the room. The teen observed her more closely. It looked like she was looking for something, but what?
The figure came to a halt in front of a closet, that was a few feet from his hiding place. She then opened it slowly, trying not to make any sound. He, however, seemed quite impressed. The girl was good at stealth. If only his men were that good, then he would'nt be in this situation. What was she looking for? His question was answered when a few moments later the girl uncovered a long, finely carved box. He watched as the girl opened it with care, lifting a long object from it's silk wrapping.
The thief's eyes gleamed, as the object was a sword, with a gold handle that had a design of two snakes intertwined, with rubies for the eyes. He wanted it. Before he had that thought, a tickle in his nose made him freeze completely. He prayed to Ra that he would'nt, knowing full well that if the girl spotted him, she would create such a commotion that the whole neighbourhood would be awake, and that will surely be his downfall.
Unfortunately, fate wasn't with him, and he let out a-
"A-A-A-CHOO!"
The girl dropped the sword in surprise, and the thief cursed his stupid self for getting that cold last week. She followed where the sneeze seemed to occur, and , thinking fast, the thief charged forward, covering the girl's mouth with his right hand, and holding her immobile with the other. She, on the other hand wasn't going to go down without a fight, and she bit down hard on his hand and stepping on his feet, making him shout in surprise and agony.
"AHHHHHHHH!HOLY! S*%#! THE LITTLE B*#%$@!" he yelped, and immediately, the girl picked up the sword, pushing the disoriented and pained thief to the wall, and held the blade to his throat.
The stared at each other, eye to eye, breathing heavily.
"What-are-you-doing-in-my-house?"she demanded, her honey eyes glinting.
"Not telling!" he growled.
"WHAT are you doing in my house?" the girl pressed on, pushing the sword deeper, but not close enough to cut.
"What do you think I'm doing?" the boy spat. "What would you like me to say? 'Oh, I am the pharoah's messenger! Let me come in so I could step on you all like the dirt you are!' Is that what you want to hear?"
"I would rather have it coming from your dirty mouth, and don't you dare insult the pharoah like that! Hasn't your mother taught you anything?" the girl snapped back, and the boy and her spent a few seconds giving each other death glares.
The boy shifted a little in his position, but the girl kept her grip. Then, placing his gaze out to the doorway, he whispered;
"I don't have a mother."
She was noticably surprised, but she hid it right away, by pressing her body on the boy to pin him down tighter, and keeping the knife in tack. "In what way makes think that I can trust a thief like you. It's people like you who kill the people living in the city, and taking their possessions. Believe me, I have heard my father talk about it often. You and your 'people' are well known around here."
In an instant, the boy pushed the girl off, shoving her roughly to the ground, along with her sword. many silver and tin items fell to the ground, falling on top of the girl, and creating a sort of deafening crash. The boy, however, looked dumbstuck as he heard a masculine voice in the hall.
"Isis, are you out there? What is all this noise? Did'nt your mother and I tell you to go to bed?"
The figure beneath the rubble of items struggled to get out. Meanwhile, the boy had been frantically trying to get past the whole mess to go to the window.
"I'm-uh-fine, father, I just had an urge to clean up the mess that I have created. I find it disrespectful of me to leave it all behind."the girl named Isis called, finally getting out of the mess.
"Are you sure, Isis? I'm am glad for your concern, but you have a lot to do tomorrow." answered the male voice, closer this time. Isis spotted the thief who had been frozen at the site. For the first time, and she saw with satisfaction, the boy was scared. It seems that he thought that she was going to turn him in. Isis smiled to herself. 'Well, not today. He should thank Ra for this.'
"Yes, father, I am fine, really, go back to bed, I am sure to not be late for my lessons tomorrow." she replied, trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Alright, but you have better get some rest, you children need a lot of it. Just don't blame me if you turn into a midget, okay?"sounds of steps walking away and a door closing soon followed.
"Why did you do that?" asked the thief, looking confused. "I was sure that you were going to turn me in. Why didn't you?" he demanded, watching the girl pick up some of the scattered items.
"Because." she replied, turning to him. "I thought you owe me an explanation for what is your business in my home. I want to know about what happened. I know that there are people like you around, but they are not like what my father describes. I have never seen any thieves like you before."
The thief frowned, knowing that she did save his hide, so basically he owed her an explanation.
"Thieves are not supposed to be seen at night. It's what makes thievery a special kind of job. You have to try not to be noticed, and to blend in." he replied, sitting himself on the planked floor.
"So you do admit that you are a thief." said the girl triumphantly. "Tell me, if you are only after valuable things, why must you torture and kill innocent lives as well?" she added, picking up the last or the things that was left on the ground, her expression turning somber. "Families and little children have nothing to do with stealing and thievery."
He turned to her sharply, his fists clenched. "Listen, whatever you have heard, it wasn't us. As you might not be aware of, there are certainly many bands of thieves around this place. Most thieves, however, make a pledge to never hurt any innocent bystanders. We only want to get what we need, and get out of there before we attract attention. We only steal for our families, and well, the occasional gold. But hey, were human, but we we're blessed with the gift of thievery. It's hard life, but we make it work."
"I don't know if I can believe you." the girl whispered, walking over to the thief, and plopping herself next to him. "I'm really sorry. But I have no reason to."
"I'm too used to this to care." the boy shrugged, pulling his cloak tighter around him. "I didn't expect you to believe, anyway. Hey, what's your name?"
"Only if you tell me yours."
"Bakura."
"Isis."
"Well, that's that." he gave a quick glance at the window.
Silence again, and the girl stood up to grab the sword that she had dropped earlier on. Carefully, as though it was a newborn baby she held it to the light that was coming through the window. The golden scales of the snakes shone, and the emeralds and rubies sparkled. It was definitely a fine piece of weaponry, even if all that glamour was not necessary. The sword, however, gave the boy known as Bakura a lot on his mind.
"Say, that is a nice sword." he drawled out, trying not to sound interested.
"Yes, it is my fathers." the girl named Isis smiled, holding it up. "It will be mine someday, however. But not yet." she finished happily, giving it a swing.
"Oh, so it would be yours? When?" Bakura asked again, in a more casual tone.
"My father said when it was my turn to serve the Pharoah, after my father is asked to step aside. My mother doesn't approve of the sword, though."
No more was said once again, and the thief was busy debating in his mind.
"Say...." he said finally, breaking the silence. "Since it is going to be your sword, I mean, can I hold it?" he held out his right hand.
"I dunno......"replied Isis, giving Bakura a searching stare. "If I lose this, my father will certainly not be pleased."
"Aw, please, just for a second?" pleaded the thief, his eyes shining. "I have never seen one this beautiful before, and I would be very happy if you'd let me."
Isis sighed, her concience taking over.
"Fine, alright, but only a couple of minutes." with that Isis handed her sword to Bakura, who examined it closely, then standing up.
It truly was a beautiful sword. It's blade was just as thin as a samurai's, with some markings of the pharoah on the hilt. He ran his thumb over the blade, and winced. It had just cut him, and it was to no surprise. Bakura watched his blood seep slowly from his thumb. Isis watched him carefully with interest as he gave the sword a swing. He was really good at it, as though he had experience.
"Wow, this is really amazing." Bakura whispered. "I would like a sword like this one day."
"I'm sure you will." answered Isis, now holding out her hand. "I need it back now."
Bakura turned to Isis, his eyes boring into hers.
"I need it back now." Isis repeated.
With a smirk, Bakura dashed to the window.
"Hey! Where do you think you're-HEY!" shouted Isis, not caring about her sleeping parents at the moment. She tried to go after him, but it was too late. the thief was already climbing over the fencing of her home. Isis shrunk into a corner, frowning, and breathing heavily. He was gone. That dratted thief took her sword, and there was no way of getting it back. Isis winced, however, at the trouble she was expecting in the morning.
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S.E.: Right, sorry if that was short, but I have to be getting into the story for it to be longer. Um, please refer to Candide Avedo's e-mail, if you like.
Please review if you can, for I am really busy, and I can't keep writing if no one will read. I just want to assure that it exists. I shall continue as soon as I can.
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Hello, and welcome to my second fanfiction, and my first trial in Yugioh fanfiction. I have chosen a Bakura and Isis fic, and I know many people will definitely be displeased, and will certainly wring my neck.....*Nervously fidgets* So, I will just try out my hand on this, and tell me if you want me to carry on. I will not tolerate flames, but I will accept a simple 'NO', if you don't want, and if it was a 'YES', well I just want a simple reason why. (^_^) It is set in ancient Egypt, so, please just bear with me, for I might need some research to have a better grasp at it. Well, here it goes, and I hope you will enjoy for the meantime. Title might change. I would appreciate it if you read this, because I would like to get something for the Yugioh section up.
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"GO GET HIM!"
"SHIT!"
The figure ran, as three men were in pursuit. His pale hair rippled behind him as he turned into an alley, then into the nest one after that. Even in the dark, he knew where he was going. Living out in this city for so long has made him memorize every raod, and side street. The man wasn't any younger than fifteen, but he he already had a reputation in being what he was, and he prided on that. He panted, hoping that they would'nt catch him. He never doubted, however. He had been running from the law eversince he was ten. Finally, the shouting sounded much farther, and he figured that they were gone. The teen stopped at large tree, holding on as he tried to catch his breath. Then, took a good look at his surroundings.
The atmosphere had definitely changed, from dark, dirty alleyways, to a neat suburban area with tall fences that wrapped around large homes.
"Hmm, maybe I could take a souvenir before I go? I'm sure that they won't miss anything." he muttered to himself, staring at the vines that draped around the top of the fence.
With that the teen prepared to climb a tall wall of compressed sand, when a distant shout alerted him.
"Hey men, spread out, he has to be here somewhere!"
"For Ra's sakes, don't those assholes ever give up?" swore the thief, glancing him.
He had no other choice, so when the voices grew nearer, he climbed over the fence with great presicion, having done this many times before. The teen landed with cat-like grace, and took a quick look at his surroundings.
It was a typical yard, but with a few exceptions. Blooming flowers decorated the side of a large mansion-like house, with a cage where a pet bird was kept. A clay fountain had been mounted in the middle of the yard, near the entrance to the door.
The thief prowled around, careful not to make any noise. On the other side he could hear whispering voices of his followers. He walked around the perimeter of the house, searching for an open window. It wasn't hard, and it was clear that the owners were'nt expecting a break- in.
More quieter this time the thief pushed away the curtain that covered the window, and stayed in the shadows just in case someone in the household was awake. His ears have'nt decieved him, and all was silent. Chuckling lightly to himself, he rummaged around the room that he came through. Inside were many silver items, gold decorations, and paintings. It was a robber's dream come true. Whatever room it was, it had been loaded, and the teen grabbed what he could with his two hands. A silver goblet, a gold mini statue of the god Anubis, and a gold chamber pot.
He was just about to grab another ornament that was set on a table, when a small creak of the floor aroused his attention. The thief hid behind in the shadows, getting himself ready to fight the incoming person if it was needed. A shadow appeared at the doorway of the room, stopping at the doorway. The young man baited breath as the shadow neared the room, and a pair of feet was revealed, then a whole figure of a young girl, about his age, wearing a cream nightgown, her black hair that came up to her shoulders tied in a neat ponytail. He narrowed his eyes.
'If only she would get out of the room.' he thought to himself, as the girl crept quietly around the room. The teen observed her more closely. It looked like she was looking for something, but what?
The figure came to a halt in front of a closet, that was a few feet from his hiding place. She then opened it slowly, trying not to make any sound. He, however, seemed quite impressed. The girl was good at stealth. If only his men were that good, then he would'nt be in this situation. What was she looking for? His question was answered when a few moments later the girl uncovered a long, finely carved box. He watched as the girl opened it with care, lifting a long object from it's silk wrapping.
The thief's eyes gleamed, as the object was a sword, with a gold handle that had a design of two snakes intertwined, with rubies for the eyes. He wanted it. Before he had that thought, a tickle in his nose made him freeze completely. He prayed to Ra that he would'nt, knowing full well that if the girl spotted him, she would create such a commotion that the whole neighbourhood would be awake, and that will surely be his downfall.
Unfortunately, fate wasn't with him, and he let out a-
"A-A-A-CHOO!"
The girl dropped the sword in surprise, and the thief cursed his stupid self for getting that cold last week. She followed where the sneeze seemed to occur, and , thinking fast, the thief charged forward, covering the girl's mouth with his right hand, and holding her immobile with the other. She, on the other hand wasn't going to go down without a fight, and she bit down hard on his hand and stepping on his feet, making him shout in surprise and agony.
"AHHHHHHHH!HOLY! S*%#! THE LITTLE B*#%$@!" he yelped, and immediately, the girl picked up the sword, pushing the disoriented and pained thief to the wall, and held the blade to his throat.
The stared at each other, eye to eye, breathing heavily.
"What-are-you-doing-in-my-house?"she demanded, her honey eyes glinting.
"Not telling!" he growled.
"WHAT are you doing in my house?" the girl pressed on, pushing the sword deeper, but not close enough to cut.
"What do you think I'm doing?" the boy spat. "What would you like me to say? 'Oh, I am the pharoah's messenger! Let me come in so I could step on you all like the dirt you are!' Is that what you want to hear?"
"I would rather have it coming from your dirty mouth, and don't you dare insult the pharoah like that! Hasn't your mother taught you anything?" the girl snapped back, and the boy and her spent a few seconds giving each other death glares.
The boy shifted a little in his position, but the girl kept her grip. Then, placing his gaze out to the doorway, he whispered;
"I don't have a mother."
She was noticably surprised, but she hid it right away, by pressing her body on the boy to pin him down tighter, and keeping the knife in tack. "In what way makes think that I can trust a thief like you. It's people like you who kill the people living in the city, and taking their possessions. Believe me, I have heard my father talk about it often. You and your 'people' are well known around here."
In an instant, the boy pushed the girl off, shoving her roughly to the ground, along with her sword. many silver and tin items fell to the ground, falling on top of the girl, and creating a sort of deafening crash. The boy, however, looked dumbstuck as he heard a masculine voice in the hall.
"Isis, are you out there? What is all this noise? Did'nt your mother and I tell you to go to bed?"
The figure beneath the rubble of items struggled to get out. Meanwhile, the boy had been frantically trying to get past the whole mess to go to the window.
"I'm-uh-fine, father, I just had an urge to clean up the mess that I have created. I find it disrespectful of me to leave it all behind."the girl named Isis called, finally getting out of the mess.
"Are you sure, Isis? I'm am glad for your concern, but you have a lot to do tomorrow." answered the male voice, closer this time. Isis spotted the thief who had been frozen at the site. For the first time, and she saw with satisfaction, the boy was scared. It seems that he thought that she was going to turn him in. Isis smiled to herself. 'Well, not today. He should thank Ra for this.'
"Yes, father, I am fine, really, go back to bed, I am sure to not be late for my lessons tomorrow." she replied, trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Alright, but you have better get some rest, you children need a lot of it. Just don't blame me if you turn into a midget, okay?"sounds of steps walking away and a door closing soon followed.
"Why did you do that?" asked the thief, looking confused. "I was sure that you were going to turn me in. Why didn't you?" he demanded, watching the girl pick up some of the scattered items.
"Because." she replied, turning to him. "I thought you owe me an explanation for what is your business in my home. I want to know about what happened. I know that there are people like you around, but they are not like what my father describes. I have never seen any thieves like you before."
The thief frowned, knowing that she did save his hide, so basically he owed her an explanation.
"Thieves are not supposed to be seen at night. It's what makes thievery a special kind of job. You have to try not to be noticed, and to blend in." he replied, sitting himself on the planked floor.
"So you do admit that you are a thief." said the girl triumphantly. "Tell me, if you are only after valuable things, why must you torture and kill innocent lives as well?" she added, picking up the last or the things that was left on the ground, her expression turning somber. "Families and little children have nothing to do with stealing and thievery."
He turned to her sharply, his fists clenched. "Listen, whatever you have heard, it wasn't us. As you might not be aware of, there are certainly many bands of thieves around this place. Most thieves, however, make a pledge to never hurt any innocent bystanders. We only want to get what we need, and get out of there before we attract attention. We only steal for our families, and well, the occasional gold. But hey, were human, but we we're blessed with the gift of thievery. It's hard life, but we make it work."
"I don't know if I can believe you." the girl whispered, walking over to the thief, and plopping herself next to him. "I'm really sorry. But I have no reason to."
"I'm too used to this to care." the boy shrugged, pulling his cloak tighter around him. "I didn't expect you to believe, anyway. Hey, what's your name?"
"Only if you tell me yours."
"Bakura."
"Isis."
"Well, that's that." he gave a quick glance at the window.
Silence again, and the girl stood up to grab the sword that she had dropped earlier on. Carefully, as though it was a newborn baby she held it to the light that was coming through the window. The golden scales of the snakes shone, and the emeralds and rubies sparkled. It was definitely a fine piece of weaponry, even if all that glamour was not necessary. The sword, however, gave the boy known as Bakura a lot on his mind.
"Say, that is a nice sword." he drawled out, trying not to sound interested.
"Yes, it is my fathers." the girl named Isis smiled, holding it up. "It will be mine someday, however. But not yet." she finished happily, giving it a swing.
"Oh, so it would be yours? When?" Bakura asked again, in a more casual tone.
"My father said when it was my turn to serve the Pharoah, after my father is asked to step aside. My mother doesn't approve of the sword, though."
No more was said once again, and the thief was busy debating in his mind.
"Say...." he said finally, breaking the silence. "Since it is going to be your sword, I mean, can I hold it?" he held out his right hand.
"I dunno......"replied Isis, giving Bakura a searching stare. "If I lose this, my father will certainly not be pleased."
"Aw, please, just for a second?" pleaded the thief, his eyes shining. "I have never seen one this beautiful before, and I would be very happy if you'd let me."
Isis sighed, her concience taking over.
"Fine, alright, but only a couple of minutes." with that Isis handed her sword to Bakura, who examined it closely, then standing up.
It truly was a beautiful sword. It's blade was just as thin as a samurai's, with some markings of the pharoah on the hilt. He ran his thumb over the blade, and winced. It had just cut him, and it was to no surprise. Bakura watched his blood seep slowly from his thumb. Isis watched him carefully with interest as he gave the sword a swing. He was really good at it, as though he had experience.
"Wow, this is really amazing." Bakura whispered. "I would like a sword like this one day."
"I'm sure you will." answered Isis, now holding out her hand. "I need it back now."
Bakura turned to Isis, his eyes boring into hers.
"I need it back now." Isis repeated.
With a smirk, Bakura dashed to the window.
"Hey! Where do you think you're-HEY!" shouted Isis, not caring about her sleeping parents at the moment. She tried to go after him, but it was too late. the thief was already climbing over the fencing of her home. Isis shrunk into a corner, frowning, and breathing heavily. He was gone. That dratted thief took her sword, and there was no way of getting it back. Isis winced, however, at the trouble she was expecting in the morning.
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S.E.: Right, sorry if that was short, but I have to be getting into the story for it to be longer. Um, please refer to Candide Avedo's e-mail, if you like.
Please review if you can, for I am really busy, and I can't keep writing if no one will read. I just want to assure that it exists. I shall continue as soon as I can.