Here's chapter two. If you're curious about who our heroes' ancestors are since I'm adding some Atlantean themes into this story, their ancestors will be Atlantean. I will say that one of the reviewers from last chapter did figure out who Yami's ancestor is, but I won't reveal Bakura and Marik's ancestors until a little bit later. But for now, enjoy! Edit: I had remembered that I allowed Shadi to have his Millennium items, so I added Yami, Bakura and Marik's items into the story since the Millennium items don't appear that often in other fanfics. The items may or may not be used all that much in the story, but I'll try the best that a can
Chapter 2
One Jump Ahead
Running through the rooftops of the city, a boy of seventeen years with gravity defying tricolor hair with a black base, crimson tips, blond bangs with some going up the base like lightning bolts, deep crimson eyes that had a hidden hint of calm seduction, wearing old dark pants with a few tears, black loose shirt, and studded shoes with many of the studs missing, a loaf of bread in hand.
Running beside him are a white panther with sharp brown eyes with a few blue markings on his legs and big black patch on his back carrying a bag of fresh cheese, and a sandy-blond wolf with sharp violet eyes with a bag of little bottles of water around his neck. Turning behind them as they hear voices, the teen and his 'animal' companions see the captains of the palace guard. "I'll have your head for this, street brat!"
Before leaping to the next building, Yami faces his shapeshifter friends and says, "All of this for a loaf of bread, some cheese and water?" Earning shrugs from the panther and the wolf, the three make their escape. Weaving their ways through the city streets and rooftops, attempting to lose the guards, Yami sings as he constantly glancing behind his shoulder.
Gotta keep
One jump ahead of the breadline
One swing ahead of the sword
I steal only what I can't afford
And that's everything!
When the three successfully landed on a roof and running for a scaffolding, the few guards that have pursuing them missed their feeting and slipped into a dusty mud puddle. As they recover from the fall, the guards glare up at the teen and his companions.
Riffraffs!
Street brats!
Scoundrels!
Take that!
When a few weapons were thrown at them like darts, Yami lean from one of the posts while the panther and wolf taunt them, teasing them for their lousy aim.
Just a little snack, men
Then Yami duck behind the post and the two animals leap back from the edge as more weapons were thrown at them.
Rip them open! Take it back, men!
As the guards shook the scaffolding to get them to fall off, the panther and wolf leapt into a near-by window. With Yami losing his balance, the animals grab his shirt by the mouths and pull him in.
I can take a hint,
Gotta face the facts:
You're my only friends, Bakura and Marik!
Who?
The two harem girls, Vivian and Tea see that the three have snuck into their home with their mistress Mai standing by the door.
Oh, it's sad, Yami's crew hit the bottom
They've become three-men rise in crime
With girls pushing them away, the three friends find themselves facing a furious Mai.
I'd blame parents, except they
don't have 'em
The three then swiftly make their way back to the window before one of the girls push them out.
Gotta eat to live
Gotta steal to eat
Tell you about it when I got the time
Quickly hiding from the guards by hiding behind a few statues, the three let out snickers of laughter at the fact that no matter what, those guards won't capture them easily. With the guards gone long enough, they quickly run in the other direction.
One jump ahead of the slowpokes
One skip ahead of my doom
Next time gonna use a nom de plum
Finding themselves in a herd of sheep, Yami uses them as stepping stones while Bakura the panther his among the white sheep and Marik the wolf merge within the group of brown sheep while Duke, Tristan and their fellow guards force sheeps off to the side to approach the three.
One jump ahead of the hitmen
One hit ahead of the flock
I think I'll take a stroll around the block
Once away from the herd, Yami, Bakura and Marik casually walk a few spaces until the guards finally emerge from the herd and continue with pursuing them.
Let's not get too hasty
While standing in the doorway of a small house as the guards slowly corner of the door opens to reveal an obese girl with her brown hair up in a ponytail, her big lips painted slightly with a light red shade, and clearly her clothes were starting to get small for her. Lifting Yami in her arms, the girl starts to rock him like a baby with Bakura and Marik glaring at her.
Still I think he's rather tasty
With Bakura and Marik helping by roaring and growling at the huge girl, Yami leaps from her big arms and the three make their way to the town square.
Gotta eat to live
Gotta steal to eat
Otherwise we'd get along
Wrong!
The guards exclaim as they once again fail to tackle even one of them.
One jump ahead of the hoofbeats
(Riffraffs!)
One hop ahead of the hump
(Street brats!)
One trick ahead of disaster
(Scoundrels!)
They're quick, but we're much
faster
(Take that!)
Glancing out a window, Yami could see a few rooftop slopes that they can use to slide down like surfers.
Here goes:
Better throw our hands in
Wish us happy landin'
All we gotta do is jump!
At the word jump, the three friends leap out of the window with the guards falling out right behind them but missed the slopes the teenagers were aiming for. As the three boys slide down the slopes to a different area, safe from the guards, Duke, Tristan and their men land in a large cart of fertilizer, which still stank.
Now safe from being chased as they lean against a wall built out of white marble so it felt cool against their bodies. Turning back into their human forms, Bakura, an albino with long hair with a few spikes wearing an old white shirt with a few blue fading stripes, black pants, a black cloak with the sleeves torn off, and worn out boots and the cheese to Yami as he split the bread evenly between the three and Marik, a teen with sandy-blond hair that appeared like he was struck by lightning, dark violet eyes, a worn out purple shirt with a few holes from the fights the three friends would get into, torn black pants, and old boots started opening the bottles of water and hand to of them to his best friends before taking a big gulp of his own.
When they lost their parents at a young age, the three friends had inherited special items that were precious to them, not for their value but for the memories of their loving and supportive parents; for Yami he had a blue pendant hang from around his neck that had a silhouette image of an ancient, legendary knight and a golden pyramid hanging upside down on a brown rope with the Millennium symbol on it, Bakura had a similar pendant but it was white and the image changed at different light angles from a knight to a big cat, a panther just like him and a golden ring with a triangle inside with the same symbol and five sharp spendals dangling and Marik had a similar pendant but it was purple with the image also changing from a knight to a wolf at different angles and a golden rod strapped to his waist belt with the same symbol on the head of the rod with two horns on the side of the head and a blade hidden inside the shaft.
After high-fiving each other for outsmarting the guards once again and just as they are about to enjoy what they had managed to snatch, Yami catches sight of slight movement not too far from them; three young children, two of them were boys that appeared to be twins seemed to be no older than eleven and the youngest, the sister was only seven. Seeing that they are scavenging for food like they have ever since they lost their parents, Yami, being more kind out of the three, handed the first twin his food and drink with a kind smile across his face.
Seeing their friend give his meal to the children, Bakura and Marik decided to follow his lead and give them their scraps as well before joining Yami as he stands with a formed crowd to see a girl of sixteen years, her blond hair done nicely for a formal occasion, riding a dazzling white stallion, her pink gown all adorned with priceless jewels with an amethyst hanging from her neck. To see the precious jewel hang from her neck, it reminded Yami of Domino's prince for his eyes would sparkle like the amethyst.
"She must be on her way to the palace." one citizen said with his chin in his hand as if he's thinking.
"Another suitor for the prince." the man beside him said with a tone full of annoyance. It's been known that whenever a suitor would arrive at the Imperial Palace, whether it's a prince or a princess, the prince would turn them down.
Just then, Yami and his friends see the three children that they had given their scraps to run into the streets, with the girl running toward the horse and her brothers right behind her, trying to stop her. Once the girl and her horse see the poor children, she takes out a whip to punish them for almost touching her horse and ruining her dress with their filthy hands. Just as she is bringing down the whip, Bakura blocks her attack and snatches the weapon from her as Yami and Marik get the kids off the street.
"If we were as rich as you, we could afford some manners, snob bitch!" Yami says with Bakura and Marik standing by him, arms crossed and stern looks on their faces.
"Especially to little kids." added Marik.
"Who have lost their parents and can't even fend for themselves." reply Bakura. Hearing all of this from the sidewalk the older teens lead them to, the three siblings were thankful that they were looking out for them.
"I'll teach you three some manners!" then the girl kicked all three into a mud puddle before continuing on to the palace gates.
Not even fazed from what she had pulled off, Yami straightens up and says to his best friends, "Look at that Bakura and Marik, it's not everyday you see a horse with two rear ends."
Flinching at his words as Bakura and Marik laugh at the comment and the citizens were amazed of what he had shot at her retreating back, the girl faces them with a look of total disgust, "You three are worthless street brats. You were born street brats, you'll die street brats. And the only one's who'll mourn you are your filthy fleas and fellow street brats."
Having enough of her insults, the three went to tackle her when the palace gates close in their faces. "We're not worthless, you bratty, snobby bitch!" Bakura and Marik yell out as they hit their fists on the gates endlessly.
Seeing the sun setting, Yami places a calm hand on their shoulders, calming them down and said, "Come on, let's go home."
Making their way to the old house they had claimed in an abandoned neighborhood in the city, the three glance around the old place that have been abandoned a long time ago. It was perfect for them, it was quiet and there weren't anyone to bug them.
Riff-raffs, street brats. We don't buy that
If only they'd look closer
Arriving at an old small house, they enter inside to see the decent sized room the place had; an old beat up sofa, a worn out recliner chair that is forever stuck in the reclined position and a hammock close to each other, a small kitchen in one corner which they never use, and a small bathroom in the second corner.
Would they see three poor boys?
No siree
As Bakura went for his recliner and Marik laying down on his sofa, Yami bid them good-night before walking over to a window that had an amazing view of the Imperial Palace.
They'll find out
there's so much more to us
Gazing at the beautiful view, Yami lets out a sigh and says to his slightly awake friends, "Some day guys, things will change. We'll be rich, live in a palace and never have anymore problems."
What he doesn't know that life in the palace isn't all that great. For one is not enjoying his life in the palace.