This is the weak chapter. The next will be better. Stay for the superior
chapter, please. Right now, this one sucks, compared to the other one.
But this is only in my opinion. I sure hope you agree.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. R&R please! Stick around, not literally.
Chapter 10
Bakura looked around at the cell. Over by the west wall, there were splinters of broken glass. He got up slowly, the pain searing though his ankle. He walked the few steps to find a mirror. Horrified at what he might see, he had to take the chance.
The glass of the mirror fractured, but you could still see through it. A sad but yet hopeful face looked up at him. Bakura was stunned how his hair hadn't changed much. It was just about an inch longer. But all tangled and matted. Kaiba never gave him a brush so it would have been obvious. His face was pale, being the Egyptian he is, was different for him. Not seeing him tan would be shocking. Even you can admit that.
As he kept looking at himself, he noticed he'd gotten skinnier. He could see the long thin bones in his hand when he looked down. As he was trying to find the color in his eyes, he noticed another figure standing next to him.
"Ryou! What are you doing here?" Bakura sat there limply on the floor. A ray of hope shone through his dark musky gray eyes.
"Just seeing how you were holding together." Ryou tilted his head. "Feeling alright?"
"Take a guess."
"Oh."
"Bakura, hey Bakura!" He looked up to see a dark figure standing by the cell door. Ryou's ghostly human figure shattered into thousands of minuscule sparks. As soon as he came, the wind carried him off through the crack in the wall.
"Kaiba?" Bakura's faint cry barely made its way out. He was surprised how weak it was. Maybe that was what happened when you don't use your voice for awhile.
"No, it's me."
"Mokuba?! Kaiba's gonna kill you!"
"Call him Seto around me, please. After all, he's still my brother."
"Yeah, a murderous brother. Sorry for any offence."
"It's okay."
By the look Mokuba gave him, he probably thought Bakura was a mental case. Anyway, you know Mokuba.
"Well, let's get you out." Mokuba started fumbling with the keys in the lock.
"Where did you get those?" Bakura blurted out.
"Big brother's desk."
"He's really gonna kill you now."
~*~ CLICK ~*~
"I got it!" Mokuba whispered.
Bakura leaped up. He was ready to go. And after 7 years in the prison, you would too. It was most unfortunate for him that his ankle gave way.
"Let me help." Mokuba had a gentle heart. "Hurry, go! I hear footsteps!"
Bakura ran fast up the stairs, down the long hall and out the back door. He tried to ignore the sharp pain going through his ankle. Mokuba must've rewired the alarm system because it rang a little late.
Maybe he forgot something.
But that didn't matter now. Nothing seemed more important than his freedom.
From that point on, all he could see was a barren land. Sand everywhere. When did Kaiba have time for this? I mean moving all this here and traveling back and forth. From Japan to here, he guessed to be the Sahara desert. Well, it was about 100 degrees out side. It had to be a desert. His only thought now - run.
"Seto, no!" Mokuba's cries were heard almost ½ a mile away. "No, Seto! Don't!"
Bakura heard a shot ring out. A bullet tore through the air right past his left ear, less than an inch away. However, he wouldn't give up yet. Bakura kept running. Another shot, barely missing his shoulder.
Dark, almost black clouds formed around the desert. Thunder rolled down from the heavens and crashed down upon the mountains far ahead. The ground shook as if the Earth could not handle hell's rising. A lightning flashed and blinded all in sight. However, Bakura kept running. Nothing could decrease his determination. Another flash as the thunder over powered the Earth. Bakura's only stumble, was trying to run over the sand dunes.
He wished for the lightning to strike the house of the doomed, and free all but its master.
"Please don't give." Bakura prayed for his weak ankle.
"Seto! Come back!"
He felt distraught. Kaiba was actually that determined to either catch him or kill him.
Fun.
Bakura tried to run faster. By now, vast raindrops were falling. He cursed the rain. If his wish were to come true, the rain would stop it in an instant. But since the houses' master, Kaiba, was chasing him, all hope was lost.
Suddenly, he felt a piercing pain behind his right ear. He could feel the blood dripping down his neak. His vision went blank, as he stumbled and sank to his knees in the warm damp sand.
"Come on. You know you want to." Kaiba had caught up with him by now, and had a gun pointed to his head. "Beg for mercy."
"Seto don't make him!" Mokuba's voice sounded hopeful to him. Anything now would.
"Why?" Simple enough.
"Because he's not worth it." Silence.
"Come on," Bakura thought. "He's right."
"Fine. Mokuba, I'll meet you inside."
Bakura relaxed a little, but not enough. There was something about Kaiba's tone of voice he didn't trust. The gun was still dangerously close to his head. An explosion thundered through Bakura's right ear.
"If I can't keep you in custody, I won't keep you at all."
As Kaiba walked away, Bakura's hand fell into the sand. He could just barely hold his own weight with his arms shaking. Just above his eyebrow, he could feel the blood seeping down his face. Off in the distant, he caught a glimpse of a faint Ryou.
'Come on.'
Ryou looked so happy. Bakura started running down the long tunnel toward Ryou and the words Bakura will remember forever..
'Welcome home.'
He finally got where Ryou was standing he enfolded him in a hug. (brotherly hug!) After all, he had saved him from, well yeah.
Side by side, brother next to brother. Together in heaven forever.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N - I'll put up an alternate ending later. This is the chapter for those who like sweet sucky endings.
The next one, in my opinion, will be the best yet.
THIS STORY IS NOT YET FINISHED! NOTICE THAT THERE IS NOT A "the end" AFTER THIS CHAPTER!
Wanted to make sure you got that. R&R! .......................................... please.
Chapter 10
Bakura looked around at the cell. Over by the west wall, there were splinters of broken glass. He got up slowly, the pain searing though his ankle. He walked the few steps to find a mirror. Horrified at what he might see, he had to take the chance.
The glass of the mirror fractured, but you could still see through it. A sad but yet hopeful face looked up at him. Bakura was stunned how his hair hadn't changed much. It was just about an inch longer. But all tangled and matted. Kaiba never gave him a brush so it would have been obvious. His face was pale, being the Egyptian he is, was different for him. Not seeing him tan would be shocking. Even you can admit that.
As he kept looking at himself, he noticed he'd gotten skinnier. He could see the long thin bones in his hand when he looked down. As he was trying to find the color in his eyes, he noticed another figure standing next to him.
"Ryou! What are you doing here?" Bakura sat there limply on the floor. A ray of hope shone through his dark musky gray eyes.
"Just seeing how you were holding together." Ryou tilted his head. "Feeling alright?"
"Take a guess."
"Oh."
"Bakura, hey Bakura!" He looked up to see a dark figure standing by the cell door. Ryou's ghostly human figure shattered into thousands of minuscule sparks. As soon as he came, the wind carried him off through the crack in the wall.
"Kaiba?" Bakura's faint cry barely made its way out. He was surprised how weak it was. Maybe that was what happened when you don't use your voice for awhile.
"No, it's me."
"Mokuba?! Kaiba's gonna kill you!"
"Call him Seto around me, please. After all, he's still my brother."
"Yeah, a murderous brother. Sorry for any offence."
"It's okay."
By the look Mokuba gave him, he probably thought Bakura was a mental case. Anyway, you know Mokuba.
"Well, let's get you out." Mokuba started fumbling with the keys in the lock.
"Where did you get those?" Bakura blurted out.
"Big brother's desk."
"He's really gonna kill you now."
~*~ CLICK ~*~
"I got it!" Mokuba whispered.
Bakura leaped up. He was ready to go. And after 7 years in the prison, you would too. It was most unfortunate for him that his ankle gave way.
"Let me help." Mokuba had a gentle heart. "Hurry, go! I hear footsteps!"
Bakura ran fast up the stairs, down the long hall and out the back door. He tried to ignore the sharp pain going through his ankle. Mokuba must've rewired the alarm system because it rang a little late.
Maybe he forgot something.
But that didn't matter now. Nothing seemed more important than his freedom.
From that point on, all he could see was a barren land. Sand everywhere. When did Kaiba have time for this? I mean moving all this here and traveling back and forth. From Japan to here, he guessed to be the Sahara desert. Well, it was about 100 degrees out side. It had to be a desert. His only thought now - run.
"Seto, no!" Mokuba's cries were heard almost ½ a mile away. "No, Seto! Don't!"
Bakura heard a shot ring out. A bullet tore through the air right past his left ear, less than an inch away. However, he wouldn't give up yet. Bakura kept running. Another shot, barely missing his shoulder.
Dark, almost black clouds formed around the desert. Thunder rolled down from the heavens and crashed down upon the mountains far ahead. The ground shook as if the Earth could not handle hell's rising. A lightning flashed and blinded all in sight. However, Bakura kept running. Nothing could decrease his determination. Another flash as the thunder over powered the Earth. Bakura's only stumble, was trying to run over the sand dunes.
He wished for the lightning to strike the house of the doomed, and free all but its master.
"Please don't give." Bakura prayed for his weak ankle.
"Seto! Come back!"
He felt distraught. Kaiba was actually that determined to either catch him or kill him.
Fun.
Bakura tried to run faster. By now, vast raindrops were falling. He cursed the rain. If his wish were to come true, the rain would stop it in an instant. But since the houses' master, Kaiba, was chasing him, all hope was lost.
Suddenly, he felt a piercing pain behind his right ear. He could feel the blood dripping down his neak. His vision went blank, as he stumbled and sank to his knees in the warm damp sand.
"Come on. You know you want to." Kaiba had caught up with him by now, and had a gun pointed to his head. "Beg for mercy."
"Seto don't make him!" Mokuba's voice sounded hopeful to him. Anything now would.
"Why?" Simple enough.
"Because he's not worth it." Silence.
"Come on," Bakura thought. "He's right."
"Fine. Mokuba, I'll meet you inside."
Bakura relaxed a little, but not enough. There was something about Kaiba's tone of voice he didn't trust. The gun was still dangerously close to his head. An explosion thundered through Bakura's right ear.
"If I can't keep you in custody, I won't keep you at all."
As Kaiba walked away, Bakura's hand fell into the sand. He could just barely hold his own weight with his arms shaking. Just above his eyebrow, he could feel the blood seeping down his face. Off in the distant, he caught a glimpse of a faint Ryou.
'Come on.'
Ryou looked so happy. Bakura started running down the long tunnel toward Ryou and the words Bakura will remember forever..
'Welcome home.'
He finally got where Ryou was standing he enfolded him in a hug. (brotherly hug!) After all, he had saved him from, well yeah.
Side by side, brother next to brother. Together in heaven forever.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N - I'll put up an alternate ending later. This is the chapter for those who like sweet sucky endings.
The next one, in my opinion, will be the best yet.
THIS STORY IS NOT YET FINISHED! NOTICE THAT THERE IS NOT A "the end" AFTER THIS CHAPTER!
Wanted to make sure you got that. R&R! .......................................... please.