AN: *sigh* ...Here goes. This.. is my first real fanfic, so please be gentle. Also, in case you didn't know, BL = yaoi. It stands for Boy's Love.
Prologue: Knives (In Which There is Contemplation)
Bakura liked knives.
Oh, he really did.
Whether he was using them on himself or others, it didn't matter.
Bakura really, really liked knives.
They were his weapon of choice.
In ancient Egypt, he must have slit a thousand throats.
In modern day Japan, he knew he would slit millions more.
In the name of justice? Probably not, but at the same time... now this was a need.
If Bakura had to die, he would have preferred to go by knife.
So, as you can imagine, he was thrilled to meet Malik Ishtar: young, scarred flesh, both figuratively and literally.
The thought of it made him both hot and intrigued, and somewhere in his long-dead heart... was that empathy? It couldn't have been.
As a boy of ten, a hot knife had been used to carve the secrets of a long-dead king onto his back.
He wished he could have done the carving.
Born in darkness, raised in darkness- it was understandable that he wanted his revenge.
In fact, he was much like Bakura himself.
The King of Thieves had robbed many a tomb in his life, but could never imagine living in one.
He licked his lips at the prospect of gold, rubies, and other jewels.
But, regardless, no matter how many treasures they held, a hole in the ground was a hole in the ground.
He got in and out of tombs. Escaped from tombs. Freed countless, beautiful trinkets from their shadowy prisons. From the castles of dead men. But that's all that they were- dead men- and himself having been raised- or rather, raised himself- in a world full of nothing but death, he understood well the feeling of waking up to death, going to sleep in death; drowning in death. Maybe that's why he was such a creature of the night.
But he digresses.
Malik Ishtar was flawed, and therefore beautiful. Covered in blood.
Bakura also liked blood.
Malik was a king of mindless men and women- he could get into their souls with a weapon made of souls.
It wasn't only the Rod, though. The teen, though young, was a master of control.
Now, the greater king intended to break every layer of the lesser king down.
AN: As I've already said, this is the first real fic I've had the balls to actually put up on this site... Tell me what you think? I apologize for the odd format, and if it's not any good... please let me know if there are any errors. And, if you came here expecting sex, don't worry, next chapter, there will be pr0nz (if I ever decide to write it...). At this point, tornshipping (Bakura x Malik x Ryou) is still a possibility, though I don't know how I would work it in...