I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
This starts out the same, but in my opinion, is not for those who like
sweet happy endings. This, my friends, is an alternate ending. And an
enthralling one at that. R&R! This will be my concluding chapter and
final story. So enjoy! because this is the last you'll ever hear from me.
Unless I read and review your stories. I'll be the ghost of
fanfiction.net. Cool. Anyway...
Final Chapter 11
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. He was glad he didn't break it. Seven years of bad luck would just mean staying there for seven years.
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.
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.
"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. I guess."
By the look Mokuba gave him, he probably thought Bakura was a mental case. "Well, let's get you out." Mokuba started fumbling with the keys in the lock.
~*~ 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 rushed over as if it were the only problem at the moment. He had a gentle heart. "Hurry, go! I hear footsteps!"
Bakura ran fast up the stairs, down the long hall and out the back door. Mokuba must've rewired the alarm system because it rang a little late.
Maybe he forgot something.
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.
"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.
"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.
Bakura felt a sharp pain behind his right ear. He could feel the blood dripping down his neck. His vision went blank, as he stumbled and sank to his knees in the hot 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 covered the infertile land.
"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. An explosion thundered in 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.
"I'm dead." He decided to admit to his fate. He closed his eyes tight. It all ended too soon.
He decided to catch one last glimpse of the world that lie before him. Although, when he opened his eyes, he saw a very different picture.
He saw himself lying in the sand. A faint breeze caught is attention. He looked in the direction f the wind. A sand storm was coming.
"Nothing can be worse than dying." He closed his eyes and put his arms before his head. But instead of the sand washing him over, it went right through him.
"What the devil is going on?"
Suddenly it hit him like waves against a rocky cliff.
He was still a spirit.
He looked around. No one could see him. He walked back to Kaiba's prison. It wasn't too far away from where his body died.
As he walked, he realized that since he was locked in the millennium ring, he was a permanent spirit. There was no where to go but walking around the barren lands that surrounded him for thousands of miles. As he got closer to the prison doors, he noticed a brick building.
"Kaiba mansion." He whispered.
He decided to waltz right in and see what a typical day was for this 16- year old multimillionaire.
"Damn this is big!" His voice echoed through the grand opening.
He spotted a stone still Kaiba who happened to be walking past. It then dawned on him. Kaiba could hear him.
A thin smile found its way across Bakura's face. Kaiba quickly turned around. His face was panic-stricken.
"Who's there?"
Bakura took a few steps toward him. He leaned so close that his breath enclosed over Kaiba's left ear.
"I'm going to make your life a living hell." The faint voice ricocheted through Kaiba's ears. His face dropped.
Mokuba started to step down the marble staircase, but stopped when he saw his brother stand idle. His voice echoed through the foyer. "What's wrong big brother?"
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A/N - All done. How'd you like it? My favorite chapter. Personally. R&R! I'm all ears! And for those who said my chapters weren't long enough, this one was 5 pages long. :) hooray for me
It is right now, five days 'till Christmas, so happy holidays! For those who don't celebrate Christmas.
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Final Chapter 11
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. He was glad he didn't break it. Seven years of bad luck would just mean staying there for seven years.
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.
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.
"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. I guess."
By the look Mokuba gave him, he probably thought Bakura was a mental case. "Well, let's get you out." Mokuba started fumbling with the keys in the lock.
~*~ 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 rushed over as if it were the only problem at the moment. He had a gentle heart. "Hurry, go! I hear footsteps!"
Bakura ran fast up the stairs, down the long hall and out the back door. Mokuba must've rewired the alarm system because it rang a little late.
Maybe he forgot something.
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.
"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.
"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.
Bakura felt a sharp pain behind his right ear. He could feel the blood dripping down his neck. His vision went blank, as he stumbled and sank to his knees in the hot 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 covered the infertile land.
"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. An explosion thundered in 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.
"I'm dead." He decided to admit to his fate. He closed his eyes tight. It all ended too soon.
He decided to catch one last glimpse of the world that lie before him. Although, when he opened his eyes, he saw a very different picture.
He saw himself lying in the sand. A faint breeze caught is attention. He looked in the direction f the wind. A sand storm was coming.
"Nothing can be worse than dying." He closed his eyes and put his arms before his head. But instead of the sand washing him over, it went right through him.
"What the devil is going on?"
Suddenly it hit him like waves against a rocky cliff.
He was still a spirit.
He looked around. No one could see him. He walked back to Kaiba's prison. It wasn't too far away from where his body died.
As he walked, he realized that since he was locked in the millennium ring, he was a permanent spirit. There was no where to go but walking around the barren lands that surrounded him for thousands of miles. As he got closer to the prison doors, he noticed a brick building.
"Kaiba mansion." He whispered.
He decided to waltz right in and see what a typical day was for this 16- year old multimillionaire.
"Damn this is big!" His voice echoed through the grand opening.
He spotted a stone still Kaiba who happened to be walking past. It then dawned on him. Kaiba could hear him.
A thin smile found its way across Bakura's face. Kaiba quickly turned around. His face was panic-stricken.
"Who's there?"
Bakura took a few steps toward him. He leaned so close that his breath enclosed over Kaiba's left ear.
"I'm going to make your life a living hell." The faint voice ricocheted through Kaiba's ears. His face dropped.
Mokuba started to step down the marble staircase, but stopped when he saw his brother stand idle. His voice echoed through the foyer. "What's wrong big brother?"
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A/N - All done. How'd you like it? My favorite chapter. Personally. R&R! I'm all ears! And for those who said my chapters weren't long enough, this one was 5 pages long. :) hooray for me
It is right now, five days 'till Christmas, so happy holidays! For those who don't celebrate Christmas.
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