Title: Horrifying Tales from the Underworld
Genre: romance, horror, humor
Rating: T for violence, language, and some themes
Pairings: BakuraXRyou; YamiXYugi; MarikXMalik; KaibaXJonouchi
Summary: Bakura is the heir to the kingdom of the Underworld, but before he became the heir, terrible things in the form of tests happened to him. With having your younger step brother killed right before you, being kidnapped by demons left and right, having your mind controlled by a demon, and meeting a demon who was once an innocent human but is now the absolute manefestation of all the earth's sins, what's he to do?!
Me: The next chapter is up!
Lucy: What happens to Bakura when he's in the darkness!
Me: Read on!
Words Like This- Bakura narrating
Words like this- Thoughts
/Words Like This/- Demonic voices speaking
Chapter Eight: The Boy Without Hands
Darkness.
Blackness.
Snow.
Cold.
Ice.
"Where am I?" Bakura called out to no one as he glanced around the frozen wasteland that he was kneeling in. There was snow everywhere all around his body.
The sky was a dark gray color and there was a light snow fall. Bakura kneeled on the ground, the snow crunching as he moved even slightly around in the two-inch thick area.
The silverette huddled his arms around his body, shuddering violently with the cold. His eyes scanned around the snowy area, and he sighed in fear, his breath blowing before him.
"Why am I here? What is this place?" he asked, slowly rising and glancing around.
There was nothing but snow for miles, shining in a pale white light, and Bakura was amazed by it. He glanced around again, and his eyes were shaining with amazement.
"What is this pla- Oof!" Bakura cried out as something crashed into him, sending him tumbling onto the ground with a pained grunt.
He slowly sat up and rubbed his head in pain, and once his eyes were open, he glanced over at the person who had slammed into his body. Once he saw who it was, he gasped.
Sitting before him was a young boy.
The boy was a good few inches shorter than Bakura was, and unlike Bakura, his skin wasn't pale as death. The boy had spiked black hair with the tips made magenta, and his bangs were golden yellow, covered in snow.
The boy looked up at Bakura with big, scared purple eyes. His cheeks were pink from the cold, and he was wearing a sleeveless white tunic that was torn in several places.
Then, there was the boy's hands.
He didn't have any!
All he had was a pair of stumps that were covered by bandages that looked as if they were brand new, so obviously, this boy had found assistance somewhere.
"W-who the hell are you?" Bakura whispered in shock.
The star-haired boy looked up to answer, but he didn't. He opened his mouth softly and then closed it, his lips trying to form words, but they couldn't no matter how hard he tried.
Suddenly, another person came walking up from the snow, sending a harsh cloud of darkness over Bakura and the boy he had just happened to run in to in the snow.
"Oh! I'm so glad that you found him for me! I've been looking everywhere!"
Bakura looked up at the source of the deep foreign voice that he had heard towering over him and his eyes went wide as he saw the tallest egyptian male in the world.
Also, the fattest one he had ever seen.
The man had an egyptian uniform on, and a small black mustache on his face. He was smiling down at Bakura and the little boy, his neck covered by a red scarf.
"Hey there. My name is Bobasa. Thanks for finding Yugi for me. He likes to run off," Bobasa said with a smile before scooping the star-haired boy up into his arms.
Bobasa looked over at Bakura.
"Well, no need to stay here. Come with me and we can warm up," he said before taking the silverette's hand and leading him towards a small house that suddenly appeared in the distance.
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Me: Okay! So, Yugi and Bobasa have arrived!
Lucy: But what will happen in the next chapter of this little story?
Me: Please review!
