Hi there! I think this will be a short multi-chaptered story...Maybe. I don't plan things so...yeah. I'm pretty unorganised.
But definitely Theifshipping. That's the whole thing so you don't have to wait as long as in Chaotic Calvary. Enjoy, review! Tell me what ya think of the prologue!
Location: Devonshire, Bellacy.
Year: 2 xxx
Time: 9:44 am
You're probably wondering where that is on the map but you'd never find it on your map. Saying this, let's take into account the War. The biggest nuclear war that ever was and the last thing hundreds of millions of people ever saw. Most call it 'Wrath'. Wrath exterminated everything you know, creating a new world. A world where sunlight has never been seen because the pollution is too thick. Where the population refuses to grow at the fear of a child inhabiting the world. Where skies of blue don't exist. But hope does.
There is no communication. No technical advances. No sign of the ocean. No stars. No anything. A truck came by once a week to deliver food. You were only allowed to take as needed. In certain places gas-masks were needed for the toxic fumes. Certain people were allowed into restricted areas, heavily guarded. There were freedom fighters bombing those in the toxic free domes. A lot has changed. Everyone lives to survive but not to live.
No one knew what the world had 'truly' become.
"Bakura, be careful out there." His mother said, fixing his collar with tears in her eyes.
"I know." He stared at the dinghy wooden floor. Their house wasn't the best but it was cozy.
"I mean, Ryou would understand! I'm sure his soul would be at peace knowing you're safe! Everyone who has gone to Hermania has never sent word back if it's safe! What if-"
"Mum. I'm going."
She huffed, "Worth a try. You're as stubborn as your brother." She sniffled, "You are such a fine young man. Just...just come back. No matter what come back."
"I love you Mum." He gently kissed her forehead.
She tightly hugged him, "I love you too." She took in his scent. This could be the last time holding her baby. His long white hair, sharp cunning eyes, pale skin...she'd miss them all. She loved her son more than the world.
"Sometimes I think of your brother and how much you two loved each other. I couldn't keep you two away from one another even going to the bathroom!" She laughed, "I can't even believe he's not here."
"He is here."
She nodded, "He is...he really is." She huffed, "Be safe."
"Of course." He pulled away from her, grabbing his bag.
She smiled, "My son, the journalist. The gods have truly blessed me. My, my, they are clearly fond of you, Bakura."
He walked to the door, smirking, "Let's hope."
"That's all we can do...hope."
"Mother...take care." He left. Storm clouds. Grey skies. It was a good day. The black dried up ground crunched underneath his feet. After Wrath, what happened to the world? He was going to find out but first there was someone he needed.
He gripped the picture in his pocket, "I'm coming for you." He whispered. The wind gently blew east, "And when I find you," The droplets of aqua fell upon him. A field of crosses lied before him. It never ended. The field circled the world twice and then some. He doubted the crosses stopped at Hermania.
The rain was warm. Bakura breathed in the tainted air. The world smelled of a cemetery now. It reeked of abandoned souls and unfulfilled regrets.
"Heh, when I find you...Let's imitate God, old friend!"