Shifting Sands
PH/YGO crossover
Summary: The one with the golden eyes is the destined one says the Prophet of Anubis. The one with two golden eyes and raven locks. A sealed heart, a quest, an ancient treasure.
Warnings: boyxboy blood death violent themes ect
Pairings: Thiefshipping/Deathshipping GilxOz AdaxVincent BreakxSharon (The rest you can request)
Notes: There are duel monsters but instead the monsters on the cards are summoned from the abyss when dueling. The contract is on the card instead of the person and only 10% of the power can be used. Unlike with real contracts who have the contract personalized for them only and can see their chains in any situation.
There are the dark sides (Yamis) but instead they are different people, rather than souls trapped in items.
"I'll only take it if you don't help me." Bkaura dangled it from his hand. He smirked at Gilbert's expression. He was enraged, but also very very curious as to how the teen had stolen it from inside his shir t.
"What do you need our help for?" Malik asked, knowing that Gilbert would just ruin the whole situation.
Bakura seemed to sober up and turn serious. "My brother's dying. If you help him I'll let you have your mirror back, but please! You have to help Ryou !"
Yes, these were Akefia's little siblings alright. Malik turned to Gilbert, looking for an opinion. The priest in training couldn't decided everything on his own, after all!
"I need that mirror back once we've gotten your brother help, though. And you look to be about 12 or 13, where are your parents?" Gilbert said kindly, holding out his hand to the albino Egyptian cautiously.
Bakura nodded. "I'll give you your stupid mirror back once Ryou's better! And my parents are dead, if you must know."
The kid was a real brat. Malik tried not to laugh. He thought the younger boy was actually rather cute. He did look about 12.
His wild untamed white hair and pale as snow skin gave off wild vibes of foreigner but Malik knew that Bakura was indeed related to Akefia and of Egyptian blood.
"He's just down here…" Bakura lead them to one of the shaded alleys in the arena. And honest to goodness, there was another boy with similar looks to Bakura, only he looked even younger. Malik would've tagged him as a 7 year old at most. Akefia had been older than he was… the siblings really were far apart in age.
"'Kura… you c-can't do this!" He stuttered, trying to get up of of the pile of fabric he was laying on. Malik winced at the harsh burns all over the kid's body and the sick green infection on his leg. Ryou really was dying.
"They agreed to help! I didn't do anything b-bad this time I swear!" Bakura quivered a little bit as he lied to his younger brother. Ryou saw through it.
"G-give whatever y-you s-stole back to t-them!" He coughed, and blood splattered on his hands as he tried to hold it in. "I w-won't al-low you t-to use k-kind people l-like t-" He was interrupted by another coughing fit. Bakura jumped to help him into a better breathing position, his red eyes glaring at the unknown enemy. Malik winced. Gilbert, who was the oldest there, started making decisions.
"Malik, get their things. Bakura, I'll carry your brother back to the palace. I can tell you aren't strong enough to hold him up yet. Find me something to cover him with, we don't want people to gawk or for him to get any more burned from the sun."
"N-no! He's u-using you! I'm n-not worth i-it!" Ryou protested, but Gilbert picked him up swiftly and gently, stroking the white wild hair back. Malik picked up the two bags filled with the most general things to live. Just clothes, bread, and sleeping things. Basic things for living.
Malik didn't see how anyone could live so low. Bakura glared at him, pulling out a large brown blanket and wrapped it around his weakly protesting little brother. Malik liked the strength he saw in those eyes.
They walked back in silence, other than Ryou's coughing and weak protests. Bakura glared at any one and anything that they ran across, shuffling along in his too small sandals.
They reached the palace after 30 good minutes of walking. Anzu gasped at the view of Ryou wrapped up in a blanket, blood all over his hands. "Take him to the bathing room and clean out his wounds!" She instructed the younger slaves she was supposed to be briefing over how the palace worked. They nodded, and took the younger albino into their arms. There were about five of them carrying him all together, but he seemed secure so Gilbert didn't protest.
"Nubians. I swear…" Anzu rubbed her forehead. "Please, get washed up afterwards as well, both of you. Master Malik, Seth is waiting to give you lessons today on magical healing but with that poor boy all of his help will probably be needed. Please just get neat and prepared for whenever that will occur."
Bakura backed up and hid behind Gilbert to avoid her gaze.
"Isn't that your brother? You two are certainly interesting. Well, don't just stand around! Go to the servants quarters and get changed into one of the uniforms. We can't have non-nobility doing whatever they like in the palace! Be glad you're here in the first place; I'd make you do slave labor if you weren't with Master Gilbert!"
Gilbert was about to protest before Malik cut him off. "The girl is right, Gil. We can't let little thieves run about the palace. If he's here, we should have him doing work. Bakura could come with me back to the temple if he'd prefer that. Still work, but it's usually better."
Bakura looked from Gilbert to Malik before making his decision. "I'd rather go to the temple. That servant lady is a bitch."
Anzu's eyes shrunk as her entire face scrunched up into a mask of fury. She raised her hand to hit him when Malik stepped in front of the albino.
"Don't prove him right!" Gilbert said, pulling her hand down. Anzu turned away before glaring straight back at Bakura. He smirked, his head cocked to the side in challenge.
"Please, she's a whore. I don't have to be proven right, I already am." He laughed. Malik stepped on his foot.
"Does Malik Ishtar have to smack a bitch?" He replied cheerfully. Bakura hissed.
Gilbert smiled. "Nice to know that everyone can get along." The threat was dripping from his mouth.
Gilbert had been curled up into his bed with a cold feeling. This place was changing him. He felt so much happier, younger… serious matters had nothing to do with him. He glanced in the mirror.
Why did his feet feel so light as he stood up? He placed a pale hand on the rough glass. He swore he could see a different face looking on the other side back at him. What had he missed? What exactly, that was more important than life itself, had he forgotten? Who had he forgotten?
He kept his eyes shut, afraid to open them and realize what exactly he had shut out.
"Stupid rabbit!" He called. The girl huffed.
"Seaweed head! I say we ditch him and go buy meat, Oz!" She called to the blonde sitting next to her…
Gilbert's eyes snapped open. Oz… that name meant everything to him! He'd forgotten Oz… who had Oz been to him? Ugh, his head hurt so much… why was it pounding so hard? What didn't his head want him to remember? Who had he forgotten? That person... that one person was the key to becoming himself again.
Gilbert passed out in front of the mirror, collapsing on the spot.
"Master Malik!" Bakura called. He hated servitude. Especially having to call that stupid brat 'master'. Why did it have such a ring to it? Malik was going to be high priest just like Seth someday, he just knew it, so why did it sound so great right then?
"MASTER MALIK!" He cried out, shuffling along in his new sandals. The priest uniform was too big for him, but it was the only spare they had. None of the servants uniforms were new enough for him to wear. So he had to wear the customary white linen of a priest in training with no status.
It was white with folds, tied around the waist with a bright colored scarf, and completed with woven sandals. Just as his old sandals had been too small, these were too large.
He had just about given up playing messenger; it was the only job the higher priests trusted him with; when he found the door he'd been looking for. The hieroglyphs were simple and read the name he wanted. "Ishtar, Malik."
He didn't bother announcing his presence. He was a thief, being sneaky was one of the things he prided himself on. He brushed aside the hanging over the door before walking in. On a sight he hadn't expected to see.
Malik was standing in the center of the room wearing nothing save a sheet. Bakura tried to keep his eyes in his head. He decided to be sneaky probably wasn't the best idea right now.
"I-I brought you a message from the palace, Master Malik." He tried to not stammer as the teenager turned to look at him. Dammit! He wasn't supposed to get all flustered over seeing that stupid bastard wearing a fucking sheet.
Malik laughed. "Your face is all red! Okay, what is it? Did Anzu give you a rough time?"
Bakura shook his head no. "Actually, Mistress Isis wanted me to tell your noble fucking ass that Gilbert was found asleep on the floor of his room right next to the mirror, and also that the pharaoh wants to see me, you, and the seaweed head to discuss Ryou and some other shit I honestly don't give a damn about."
Malik turned fully to him and yanked on his ear. "Don't talk like that to your master." He chided.
"Fuck that." Bakura hissed. "Akefia said all of you noble pussies were nightmares. I think he's right!"
"But we're not dreams, 'Kura! Nightmares are dreams, silly." Malik said cheerfully.
"Fucking retard." Bakura sniffed. How dumb could this guy get? Bakura hated the random mood-swings, the teasing, the... everything! How could he even think this weirdo was attractive?
While, he was lost in his thoughts, Malik pulled off the sheet dramatically. Bakura felt himself flutter and fall to the floor. He was still here! But he did it with such nonchalance… Bakura watched Malik grab his priest robes and pull them on. Bakura wouldn't admit he was staring the whole time, feeling his face heat up to extreme temperatures.
"Well? Let's get going, Ryou needs urgent care!" Marik dragged Bakura along with sudden seriousness.
Bakura tried to regain his head.
Gilbert tapped his fingers in the floor. Sitting on the cushion provided was nice, but he couldn't wait for Bakura, Malik, and Isis to show up.
Atem was already there, skimming the papyrus sheets that Isis had provided him with.
"We're here, your royal highness!" Malik called, with Bakura hand in hand. Isis was following the younger ones with a smile on her face. Gilbert noted that Malik wasn't wearing his gold for some reason, and that Bakura's clothes seemed far too nice and new for him to feel comfortable in. Isis looked amazing, of course. She never failed to be beautiful.
"Welcome. I'm afraid everyone here should sit down while we discuss the future." Atem commanded with an apologetic tone. Bakura glared greedily at the beautiful fabrics that the pharaoh had donned. Malik noticed that, and slapped the orphan in the back of his head.
Gilbert smiled. Those two were cute. He felt his heart skip a beat… what was this feeling again? Oz… who was Oz to him? Why did he keep coming up! Whenever he saw people who together, happy and carefree for even the briefest of moments his head and his heart hurt.
"Down to serious business. Gilbert, even though we've loved your company around the palace, there are greater places you must go." Gilbert looked to Isis, who'd spoken this time around in her mystical voice. "I have looked into the future using my millennium necklace and seen that a great adventure awaits you. Your destiny is to battle adversity and face friends to complete your goal, finding your own book of the dead, your key to the afterlife."
"Book of the dead?" Malik interjected. "I know everyone has their own, but Gil here is already dead! Shouldn't he have already used it to land here?"
"Um… Malik? From the place I come from, no one has a book of the dead. I'm pretty sure mine doesn't exist, especially not a few thousand years before my death." Gilbert added in. Bakura snorted. Somehow he had found a clearer understanding of the situation from being an underfed, practical preteen.
"You idiots. Gilbert didn't use the book of the dead because it was lost in the shifting sands of time. Obviously to pass on, he was sent to the time where it belongs, to find it to trace back to his real time." He announced, looking about annoyed at their misunderstanding.
Malik laughed. "That's the smartest thing you've ever said, fluffy."
Bakura punched him in the gut. Gilbert sighed before becoming the more mature adult role that these two made him assume. "Calm. Bakura, you have to be on your best behavior, and thank you for sharing your thoughts with us."
"Bloody tart." Bakura muttered underneath his breath.
"Is that true, Lady Isis?" Atem interjected. "He was sent here because this is when and where his book exists?"
She nodded. Then she started pacing. "But it isn't here, but in the afterlife parallel to this time. The place is nearly impossible to get to, but the gods will guide you. I will tell you this however, to go there and retrieve what you seek does not require death."
"That makes sense… Tell me, how then does one get there?" Gilbert asked, entirely serious. He HAD to meet this Oz person again, tell him… something? Tell everyone there that he'd never meant to leave, that he'd never wanted to die.
"I have a text with directions, but you still need to complete some insane tasks. All of you must… contract a beast from there. The forbidden land that some fall into if not careful in treading the afterlife." Isis still was pacing, irritated. For more likely, fretting and worried over their fate.
"The abyss?" Gilbert asked. The name was so familiar… "And all of us? You mean that all of us are going? Malik, Bakura, and I? Or just me?"
"When I say all of you, yes I mean Malik, Bakura, and Gilbert. Bakura knows the wilds better than he'll admit. He will be your guide in exchange for his brother's care. Malik is the best one we have at the temple, and even though all of our full priests and priestesses are needed for everyday work and service to the gods, Malik will be of more service to you than they could be."
"Don't I get to decide what I'm going to do with my life?" Malik shrieked, jumping up and pointing his tan finger at his older sister.
"Malik…" Her eyes softened. "The gods have decided this for you. It's better than staying home and learning little from the elder priests. Experience is good for you. You need to learn of the outside world."
"They keep you all safe and protected from the big bad wolves but once you're outside the walls." Bakura grinned. "You start to see the darker side of life. I'm betting the only place outside the temple and the palace is that bazaar, and it's still very safe there. Palace guards everywhere."
"Shut up!" Malik yelled, balling his fists. "Just because you had nothing, had to live on the streets, it doesn't make you somehow better than me! Somehow smarter!"
Gilbert wanted to stand between them, but he knew that wouldn't work. He'd just get hit in the crossfire. He watched and waited then. Atem cleared his throat. The silence afterwards was deafening. "Let's all be civil about this, won't we? Malik, they need you more than they will ever know. Bakura, Malik needs you more than Gilbert so don't start this fight over such a simple fact. Gilbert, you need to keep those two from killing each other. Both of them are vital to your quest. Once you find what you seek, then they will return here safely."
"And if we fail?" Gilbert asked quietly. He didn't want to think about failure but it was better to know all possible endings.
"You're dead once more, forever lost… in the sands of time." Isis answered solemnly.
That a risk he was willing to take.
Gilbert watched in silence as the two children, preteens they really were but to him, mere children, walking before him into the room.
Bakura was almost running, his needy hands searching for his brother. Ryou laid on the bed, unconscious as the sun's rays poured their golden light into the room. It was mid morning, and even though they really should've been packing, Bakura insisted on seeing his brother. One last time, at least.
They might die, after all. How mature these children must be.
"Ryou! Ryou!" Bakura cried, finally reaching Ryou's side. Malik watched from a distance. The younger albino seemed so frail and sick, like he'd break if breathed upon. His burns were a puffy pink and his leg looked so terrible that Gilbert could've sworn that it'd be amputated before the end of the week.
That shade of green shouldn't be on anyone's skin. Gilbert held back the sickness he felt. Even Bakura shuddered as one of the puffy burns popped and puss poured out. The poor boy had little hope and his brother knew it.
"How'd he get so bad." It wasn't a question. Gilbert was demanding an answer.
"There were these slave traders… they used him as their toy while I was their work man. I'd make the meals, be their guide. It was the only life either of us had known. Akefia stole us back from them, but he left us alone in Kul Edna. The thieves there weren't any better. They used Ryou in worse ways, and until one cut him on his leg I had to let it go by." Bakura paused, sniffling, and sitting down. His knees were raw and red. Gilbert knew exactly how hard life had been since then for those two.
"By toy, you mean… sex?" Malik asked. His innocent purple eyes widened in fear as Bakura nodded. He ran over to the albino, ignoring the dust cloud that he left behind in his haste. Malik pulled Bakura into something of an embrace that the younger boy struggled to get out of.
"DON'T PITY ME!" He hissed. Malik let go. "He deserves your pity. I let them do it."
Gilbert looked to the sleeping sick albino on the cot. He deserved so much pity that Gilbert almost felt horrible for pitying him. What a strong soul.
"I think he should be commended for being as strong as he is. Now, please continue." The raven haired man instructed. His face was strict but his heart was wimpering at the mental and psyhical torture the two must've faced. They were so young.
"I bound his leg to stop the bleeding. And then I left him at home so I could go and bring back something to eat. So he'd get better. When I came back the whole city was on fire, and Akefia, Ryou and I barely managed to escape. Then Akefia left us… I don't know where he went. We've been inside that bazaar he left us in for a week alone." Bakura finished melodramatically.
Malik sniffled. "I met him, you know."
"Akefia?" Bakura jumped up. "When did you meet him? How? What was my brother to you?"
Malik blinked. He brushed back a strand of his platinum blonde hair and smiled. "Don't worry, he's just a friend. An interesting person I happened to meet at the stadium. Boring guy, don't get me wrong."
Gilbert would've laughed if he had the heart. There was no way he interpretted that right. Bakura seemed… jealous? Of who, and what, Gilbert probably would never know. But it seemed like it was Malik, surprisingly.
Bakura huffed. His pale cheeks seemed to redden. Or maybe Gilbert was just imagining it…
"Onto business, have you heard from Seth on how his healing is coming?" Gilbert butted in. He knew it was a tense moment, and he didn't like those that much.
"He's in trouble without some sort of miracle. One I have to earn." Bakura hissed. Malik looked at him with a worried glance.
The tanned teen turned his gaze back to the sleeping albino on the bed. "You can't mean, you want to earn a favor from the gods?" He asked hesitantly. Bakura gave them both a sharp nod.
"We need you, Bakura. Seth will make the miracle and pay the favor if need be!" Malik protested. Earning a favor from the gods wasn't easy. Lifetime of servitude was a simple easy one. Gilbert put his hand on the preteen's shoulder.
"Bakura will earn his favor and their forgiveness through helping us. He won't leave us. Believe in us." Gilbert whispered. It sounded strange coming from his mouth. Not harsh enough, not cold enough. He didn't know how he acted before, let alone how he should act now. No wonder some of the things he was doing felt so wrong.
Bakura gave him a glare in return for his efforts, before dragging the two of them out of the room. "Ryou needs sleep to get better. We're disturbing him."
Bakura felt a wave of panic rush through him. He was sitting on his dusty bed in the servant's quarters of the temple. It was almost midnight; the moon was high and bright in the sky. His instincts were hardly wrong, Ryou was in danger.
He knew he wanted to run straight there, but he'd need help to get into the palace to see Ryou. Servants weren't allowed in like that. He needed someone important.
Ugh.
That stupid priest in training. Bakura ran straight to Malik's room. He knew the preteen would be asleep, but who cared about that? He needed Malik to get him through the doors.
Ryou needed their help.
He brushed the covering aside just to see Malik's room empty. Where was Malik, anyway? He felt the bed. Long cold, so Malik hadn't just left to use the bathroom or some stupid shit like that. Where was that retarded priest in training?
He sat down on the fresh linen, just to hear the echoes of screams.
Dammit! Those were Malik's! Malik, Ryou? Ryou was sick, he could die any second. Malik was tougher, had a thicker hide and he was booksmart. At least he should be able to help himself. Family first.
Bakura ran straight out of the room, and on towards the front doors. He didn't even feel sorry leaving the tanned preteen behind. Once he was outside, and the biting chill hit him for the first time that night, he might've thought he felt the tiniest bit of guilt, but…
Gilbert would let him in the palace. He was at the front steps of the towering structure, but he paused. He saw the people, he'd recognise those rough faces and cruel expressions anywhere. The slave traders.
They loaded Ryou into one of their caravans, along with a few others wrapped up in blankets. They wanted ransom money from the pharaoh, and finding Ryou was just a bonus.
Bakura stopped himself from hissing. The caravans, once loaded with bodies of the unconcious, rolled down the road innocently, dragged by donkeys and camels. Bakura felt the pure desire to kill flush through him.
But if he moved, they'd see him and take him too. He was more help to Ryou not moving an inch. He held in the trembles, the shaky breaths. Once they had left, he released his breath and he ran for the doors. He slammed on the knockers as loud as he could.
No one answered.
Bakura knew that as a thief, he could pick the lock. And so, without guilt, he pulled out one of the spokes on his hidden treasure, the sennen ring, and picked the lock on the mighty doors to the inside. Heh. Mighty enough not to block out the scum those traders were.
Bakura smirked as the doors clicked open. He tugged on one, and he crept down the huge halls all the way to Gilbert's room. Gilbert was tough, he'd still be alive and kicking after that.
He peered in. Nothing stirred, but there was a lump underneath the blankets that seemed to be rising and falling slowly. Breathing. Bakura was triumphant.
The albino crawled into the room and next to the sleeping black haired man. He shook him slightly. No change. He shook harder.
"…Go away. It's still dark." Gilbert murmured.
"Ryou's been fucking kidnapped. You have to help me save him from the slave traders. They took a bunch of kids for ransom money!" Bakura spit.
Gilbert shot up. For some reason kidnapping made him feel his senses on fire. It made him pissed. So pissed.
"We'll have to ride Raven to catch up with them. But we'll get Ryou back even if it kills us." Gilbert jumped out of bed and he threw on his black shawl. For some reason he only felt comfortable in black these days.
The palace was easy enough to leave without being heard or caught. Not like they were thieves, they were the ones trying to get back the stolen. The Caravans were far ahead of the two midnight trackers, but Bakura had a good nose for blood. Ryou's was leaking onto the hardened sands.
Gilbert felt his heart harden. Poor, helpless children. Why did they deserve this?
Would they loose their trust in the world, because of this? Wouldn't they want someone to promise them their forevers, their forevers…
"I certainly don't know what will happen tomorrow… But, young master… May I stay by your side, no matter what happens? I know the darkness you carry, and you know the weakness I carry. And even if, there is no light, we will still be connected by our shadows. I… I always want to be your servant."
"I don't believe in forever."
"I know that. But… Haven't you ever thought about it, even once?"
Gilbert snapped out of his memories and he continued to run after Bakura. Bakura turned back and glared at his softened expression.
"We dawdle any more and we'll never catch up to them! Ryou will die without Seth there to heal him!" Bakura snapped. The white haired preteen had such a short fuse…
Gilbert nodded. He knew the truth and solemnity of the situation. He just didn't want to think of it.
He saw the dunes begin to become softer, and the caravan tips struggling to move out of the dune they had stunk into. The traders were wearing foreign clothing, and clothes to cover their faces. Bakura snarled through his teeth at the sight of them.
Gilbert pulled out raven automatically. He didn't think he'd have to use it so soon.
The wind picked up, and the caravans shuddered with the pure force of the gusts. He knew it had been windy but these winds were threatening to force over the caravan. Even with Ryou and everyone else who was shoved in there. The slave traders started yelling.
"I told you! TIE DOWN THAT CARAVAN! It's got the goods!"
Oh fuck, Ryou. Gilbert jumped up, the mirror flinging in his hand. "Raven! Snatch that caravan! It's the one with Ryou! It has to be!" The bird erupted from the mirror before he had time to speak another word. The slave traders froze.
The large bird's talon clutched the top of the wagon, sweeping it into the air in a swift movement. That didn't stop the traders from pulling out their knifes and throwing them at the beastly bird.
Raven cawed loudly, making everyone cover their ears. "Raven, take the Caravan back to the palace!" Gilbert demanded. It didn't acknowlage him as it flew away in that direction, leaving dust devils from the powerful flaps of it's wings.
The slave traders turned on the two of them.
"We can't take them." Bakura answered the unasked question.
"So what now?" Gilbert asked in earnest. If you don't fight, then what do you do? Do you-
"RUN! DUMBASS!" Bakura reached out his skinny pale hand and he clutched the larger man's in his own before using it to drag it's owner in the opposite direction of the slave traders.
Gilbert eventually started running on his own. His stride lengths were longer than Bakura's, so he swooped up the smaller boy into his arms and carried him back to the palace. The protesting made it all the more painful.
"DO YOU WANT TO DIE, MOTHER FUCKER?" Bakura was screaming bloody murder. Oh no, if the night hadn't been loud enough beforehand. Gilbert had to grit his teeth from screaming for the albino to shut the fuck up while he ran.
Because dying wasn't on his list of things to do tonight.
Sure enough the palace doors were open a crack, just as they had left them. Gilbert slammed them shut and motioned for Bakura, who had just been dropped onto the floor unceremoniously, to bar them with something.
Bakura grabbed a spear from the sleeping guard, (only god knows how he slept through this) and tossed it to the older man. Gilbert managed to slam it through the handles before the slave traders pushed up against it. That should hold them long enough to get everyone awake.
Then they'd run away like the gutter rats they were.
"Atem! YOUR HAIR MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE A STAR FISH!" Bakura screamed. The guard jumped awake.
"You two! What are you doing here?" He grabbed a sword as he said this. Bakura smirked like the devil.
"They should fire you for letting slave traders steal all the palace's children." He said cheerfully, and this somehow enhanced his pure evil intentions. Ahaha. Death to all.
Gilbert held both doors shut with difficulty.
"Hurry it up! Help me, guard!" He demanded, panting from the slave traders ramming into the twin doors. The guard realized the happenings and he jumped in next to Gilbert, holding both doors shut with all his might.
"Boy!" THe guard commanded. "Go to Tristan, he's the captian of the guard. And wake up Joey! He's the pharaoh's personal servant."
Bakura spit in the man's eye for daring to command him. No one commanded Bakura, no one. Akefia had tried, and failed. Bakura stood above the others. But he knew that the guard was right. He only had so much time and more people awake and about in the castle, the more those slave traders would want to run.
The stairs were a short trip. Bakura opened the door uncautiously to the head guard's room. The man was laying on his bed, naked with one of the pharaoh's harem. Bakura didn't care for the man's name, but he threw a pillow at the guard anyways.
"GET UP, LAZY BRAINS!" He shrieked. Time was of the essense. He needed to move, move, move!
The guard jumped up and pointed a sword at him. Then he realized who it was, and he understood the situation perfectly. Bakura couldn't tell if it just showed on his face, or if the panic was just getting to him.
The paranoia, the panic, the need! The desire for something to change, for something to stop. Bakura was trying to stay standing, he wanted to run far, far away. As far away as he could get. And suddenly the guard was running down the hallway wearing little to nothing and Bakura could move again. The white haired albino ran straight to the servants quarters. Joey, or whatever his name was, should be there.
The sound of little feet racing through the halls disturbed him. They haunted him. Bakura found the aforementioned blonde and he shook him awake. Joey just blinked to focus on his face, before jumping up and giving orders.
And now, Bakura had to run back. The time was ticking on the watch. Ryou, Ryou was hurt! Dying, dead, drying, dead! Bakura tried not to loose his sanity as he ran, ran, ran as fast as he could to where Ryou was.
He couldn't loose Ryou too. They had already lost Akefia to his selfish pigheaded ways, but Ryou couldn't die! BAKURA COULDN'T BE ALONE AGAIN! He felt someone press a steady hand to his soulder. Gilbert. Since when did he get outside? When did he exit the stuffy palace? He did't remember.
"You're tired. You can go to sleep now, it's okay. Joey woke up Seth and he's currently attending to Ryou and the rest of the children." Gilbert said softly.
Bakura nodded, before letting the blackness, when did that blackness come to him? Before letting the blackness win, and his memory faze out.
He blacked out then and there.
FORGIVE! FORGIVE THE LATENESS!
I honestly enjoyed this chapter. Isn't it soooo long? I know, it's terribly long. Sorry about that.
Preview:
"A deal? What would she want?"
"… she'd want Jack." Oz interrupted. "She's in love with him after all."
See ya! I'd love some comments and some love!
