(Okay then o_o this story is being co-written with Tora-kun and I . She wrote this prologue and if you don't really have an idea who badru is, just scan through the second chapter of my egypt yugioh story for explaination of his weirdness -_-; The characters Badru belongs to Tora-kun so... yea o_O Disclaimer: We own nothing releated to yugioh.)
Badru had been trapped in the dark for a long, long time. He could barely remember anything for a while, just that it had been over, that his soul was no longer with his body and he thought he should have been dead. So he stayed in the darkness, silent, unable to move or speak or breathe or feel. Instead he brooded on what had happened, how it should have happened. It wasn't his fault he had ended up where he was... It was really the fault of quite a few... So he sat in the darkness, wondering if he would recieve a chance to pay them back for the pain they had caused him, and knowing he would take the opportunity if it ever presented itself...
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Kanaye was walking along the street, taking his last free day before he had to go to the local school to look around, through shops. Kanaye was more or less obsessed with collecting things, and that was what he was looking to do today. He put his hand into the pocket of his bright red jacket and felt the large roll of cash inside. It was really only about twenty bucks, but almost entirely in ones, so the bulk of it made Kanaye feel richer.
He looked at a few stores and even went inside a couple, getting many strange looks. Of course, he was used to it by now, being about sixteen and having dealt with stares all his life. A lot of the looks were because of his slightly abnormal height for his age, but they often lingered on his hair, black with a thick white stripe, and his eyes, which shone an uncommon shade of orange-yellow.
Turning down a street that was much quieter than most of the others he had been on that day, he looked at the available stores. On the right side of the street was some clothing store that he had no interest in, and on the left were a row of apartments followed by a single, small store that proclaimed it's name to be "ANTIQUES", using a sign that was itself probably older than Kanaye. He walked up to the door, looking into the large display window through the corner of his eye. Seeing that another small, paper sign within said "open", he pushed the door and entered with the sound of an old bronze bell.
Kanaye began to walk inside, although there wasn't far to go. The whole place was packed with stuff, the walls covered in bookcases and shelves stacked with objects, and tables haphazardly thrown across the floor piled with quite ancient looking things. There was a back room to the store, made off-limits by a long glass display case that also appeared to be used as a counter for transactions. Inside this case he noted piles of jewelery, golden artifacts and other rare things that were most likely safer inside the case.
Then something caught his eye-- there, next to an aging bronze ring and a silver taper candle holder, was what appeared to be a mirror, it's large, almost two feet of round frame black with shining golden cobras twirled around it. He kneeled down to get a closer look, blinking. He felt strangely drawn to the mirror, and wished the glass were gone so he could touch it.
Suddenly someone came out of the back part of the store and Kanaye stood up to look at her. She was a bit dusty and looking ruffled, with long wavy blue hair with eyes that matched exactly, and a flower in her hair that, strangely, appeared to be a blue daisy.
"Are you interested in something, kid?" she said, smiling at him brightly and brushing a little dust off the front of her white apron. Kanaye blinked a bit, sort of resenting being called a kid when the girl looked like she was only one or two years older than him herself.
"Uhm... Yes... I'd like to know how much that mirror there is," he said, still holding his hand to the glass as if it would simply part for him. The girl leaned all the way over the case, partly crawling over it, and looked at the mirror upside down.
"Well......... It's real, pure gold, not to mention it's a real ancient treasure... I'm willing to haggle on it but I think at least two hundred would be a good starting point, hm?" Kanaye's heart sunk. He couldn't even dream of having that much. He had no job yet and probably wouldn't be getting one soon, with all the hurry of moving and all. Nodding as if he understood and would think about it seriously, he knelt back down. The storekeeper gave him a suspicious look then slowly went back to the back part of the store, looking back several times at him.
What was he going to do about the mirror? He wanted it so much without even knowing why. It almost felt ridiculous. Even though he had always loved to collect things, he hadn't ever wanted to steal. It had occured to him once or twice, but he wasn't a theif by nature. He respected other people's property, always. But now he felt as if he had to have that mirror, like it was the most important thing he could ever take, to touch and hold.
He was beginning to feel very strange, as if he was being watched, a nervous pulse. He stole a glance over the case and saw no blue haired girl. Looking back at the mirror, he once again raised his hand to the glass. And the closer he got, the stronger that strange feeling became. finally he pressed his hand to the glass as he had before, wishing that the clear glass barrier was no more.
Then there was a tiny, sickly cracking sound that Kanaye heard only faintly, thinking it was in the back of his mind. But then he saw a single crack running across the glass very slowly, starting from the place where his palm touched it. He jerked back, leaning away from the case. He hadn't been leaning that heavily on it, to cause it to break.
Once the fault in the glass reached the end of the pane, it began to spread. From the single crack was spreading hundreds of tiny ones, running over the entire glass and making a sort of spiderweb pattern. Then all of a sudden the glass collapsed, with an only slightly loud tinkling it fell to the ground in front of him.
Kanaye reached toward the mirror. This time his hand hit nothing and he pulled it out, standing and holding it to his chest before backing out of the store. As he left, the bronze bell rang again, and, terrified, he took off down the street at a full run for home. No one was going to take it back, now that it was his.
(And so we come to the end of the prologue . Tora-kun and I will try our best to update this... somewhat as often as possible. Any comments?)
Badru had been trapped in the dark for a long, long time. He could barely remember anything for a while, just that it had been over, that his soul was no longer with his body and he thought he should have been dead. So he stayed in the darkness, silent, unable to move or speak or breathe or feel. Instead he brooded on what had happened, how it should have happened. It wasn't his fault he had ended up where he was... It was really the fault of quite a few... So he sat in the darkness, wondering if he would recieve a chance to pay them back for the pain they had caused him, and knowing he would take the opportunity if it ever presented itself...
~
Kanaye was walking along the street, taking his last free day before he had to go to the local school to look around, through shops. Kanaye was more or less obsessed with collecting things, and that was what he was looking to do today. He put his hand into the pocket of his bright red jacket and felt the large roll of cash inside. It was really only about twenty bucks, but almost entirely in ones, so the bulk of it made Kanaye feel richer.
He looked at a few stores and even went inside a couple, getting many strange looks. Of course, he was used to it by now, being about sixteen and having dealt with stares all his life. A lot of the looks were because of his slightly abnormal height for his age, but they often lingered on his hair, black with a thick white stripe, and his eyes, which shone an uncommon shade of orange-yellow.
Turning down a street that was much quieter than most of the others he had been on that day, he looked at the available stores. On the right side of the street was some clothing store that he had no interest in, and on the left were a row of apartments followed by a single, small store that proclaimed it's name to be "ANTIQUES", using a sign that was itself probably older than Kanaye. He walked up to the door, looking into the large display window through the corner of his eye. Seeing that another small, paper sign within said "open", he pushed the door and entered with the sound of an old bronze bell.
Kanaye began to walk inside, although there wasn't far to go. The whole place was packed with stuff, the walls covered in bookcases and shelves stacked with objects, and tables haphazardly thrown across the floor piled with quite ancient looking things. There was a back room to the store, made off-limits by a long glass display case that also appeared to be used as a counter for transactions. Inside this case he noted piles of jewelery, golden artifacts and other rare things that were most likely safer inside the case.
Then something caught his eye-- there, next to an aging bronze ring and a silver taper candle holder, was what appeared to be a mirror, it's large, almost two feet of round frame black with shining golden cobras twirled around it. He kneeled down to get a closer look, blinking. He felt strangely drawn to the mirror, and wished the glass were gone so he could touch it.
Suddenly someone came out of the back part of the store and Kanaye stood up to look at her. She was a bit dusty and looking ruffled, with long wavy blue hair with eyes that matched exactly, and a flower in her hair that, strangely, appeared to be a blue daisy.
"Are you interested in something, kid?" she said, smiling at him brightly and brushing a little dust off the front of her white apron. Kanaye blinked a bit, sort of resenting being called a kid when the girl looked like she was only one or two years older than him herself.
"Uhm... Yes... I'd like to know how much that mirror there is," he said, still holding his hand to the glass as if it would simply part for him. The girl leaned all the way over the case, partly crawling over it, and looked at the mirror upside down.
"Well......... It's real, pure gold, not to mention it's a real ancient treasure... I'm willing to haggle on it but I think at least two hundred would be a good starting point, hm?" Kanaye's heart sunk. He couldn't even dream of having that much. He had no job yet and probably wouldn't be getting one soon, with all the hurry of moving and all. Nodding as if he understood and would think about it seriously, he knelt back down. The storekeeper gave him a suspicious look then slowly went back to the back part of the store, looking back several times at him.
What was he going to do about the mirror? He wanted it so much without even knowing why. It almost felt ridiculous. Even though he had always loved to collect things, he hadn't ever wanted to steal. It had occured to him once or twice, but he wasn't a theif by nature. He respected other people's property, always. But now he felt as if he had to have that mirror, like it was the most important thing he could ever take, to touch and hold.
He was beginning to feel very strange, as if he was being watched, a nervous pulse. He stole a glance over the case and saw no blue haired girl. Looking back at the mirror, he once again raised his hand to the glass. And the closer he got, the stronger that strange feeling became. finally he pressed his hand to the glass as he had before, wishing that the clear glass barrier was no more.
Then there was a tiny, sickly cracking sound that Kanaye heard only faintly, thinking it was in the back of his mind. But then he saw a single crack running across the glass very slowly, starting from the place where his palm touched it. He jerked back, leaning away from the case. He hadn't been leaning that heavily on it, to cause it to break.
Once the fault in the glass reached the end of the pane, it began to spread. From the single crack was spreading hundreds of tiny ones, running over the entire glass and making a sort of spiderweb pattern. Then all of a sudden the glass collapsed, with an only slightly loud tinkling it fell to the ground in front of him.
Kanaye reached toward the mirror. This time his hand hit nothing and he pulled it out, standing and holding it to his chest before backing out of the store. As he left, the bronze bell rang again, and, terrified, he took off down the street at a full run for home. No one was going to take it back, now that it was his.
(And so we come to the end of the prologue . Tora-kun and I will try our best to update this... somewhat as often as possible. Any comments?)