She looked at him and a slight smile crossed her lips as got up from her
chair and went over to the vase of dried up flowers on the end table.
Picking up the flowers she broke off their brittle stems and placed them
into her hair. Turning back to face him looking even more beautiful than
she had before, which Bakura had not thought possible.
"You came... Bakura."
"How do you know my name?"
"We have met before..." Idly looking at the vase she played her fingers along the end table where it sat with an airy presence.
He walked over to lean his elbow on the table and look up into her face with his head slightly to the side. "When did we meet?"
"Do you not remember?" She looked at him as if he had forgotten the entire world. He didn't understand why, just meeting with one person was not the most memorable thing in one's life.
"I'm afraid I don't."
"Then how was it that you came to find me?"
He put a hand on the back of his and rubbed it nervously. "Well, I actually sort of dreamed it..."
She looked down at the floor as if all hope was lost. Again he was confused, who was she and why did she seem to know so much about him when they had only met this one time as far as he knew and they hadn't even spoken names but yet she knew his. She stood up straight and grasped his face between her hands as she stared intently into his eyes.
"You don't remember. You don't remember anything. What was the last thing that you remember about me Bakura, what do you remember about your Nayia?"
He was walking down a long corridor with the millennium ring around his neck as usual when he arrived in front of the throne of a the pharaoh whom he was to speak to today. Kneeling before the ruler he looked up to see that it looked like an older Yami. The hair was still golden but with silver streaks, but the eyes burned the same ferocity as Yami's did. Even more than the Yami that Bakura knew. The thing that puzzled him though was that sitting on either side of the pharaoh was what looked like Yami and on the opposite side there was Nayia.
He smiled at the young empress in a sort of roguish air which the king failed to notice but the maiden smiled sweetly very unlike the act of a pharaoh's daughter to a mere messenger. With a nod her rose and stood before the king awaiting orders.
"What news do you have from the prophecies Bakura?"
"Your majesty, they say that a great storm shall swallow our mighty kingdom if the shadow games do not cease at once."
"Bah, what do they know. We have used the shadow for centuries now and it has not failed us. What shall make it fail now?" He waved his hand dismissing Bakura from the throne room, and as he turned to leave he saw the eye of truth glowing on Yami's forehead staring straight at him and he saw the distressed look of Nayia looking at him longingly.
Walking out into the royal gardens Bakura sat next to a pool filled with magnificent fish to please the eye of any passer when in the reflection of the pool was the face of Nayia.
"Have you come for a stroll princess?" Bakura looked up at her from where he sat on the smooth limestone walkway.
"No. Bakura... I have come to ask you a favor..."
"What favor do you wish to ask your highness?"
"I know what you said back there to my father is true, and so does my brother Yami, but our father is stubborn and won't change his ways. Please Bakura, when the great storm begins you will come back for me? Will you come back from where ever it is you may travel so as to save me from the wrong doings of my father? I pray thee, please will you come rescue me when all else fails?"
Swallowing he looked at the princess who was near tears in front of him.
"Yes, Nayia, I will come for you..."
Sitting down beside him she leaned he head against his chest running a hand along his collar she smiled. "Thank you Bakura."
Bakura had a strange feeling then, one that he hadn't felt before. The princess before him had transformed from the untouchable to the one he wanted to guard from all else whether it cost him his life or not, as long as she was safe. Kissing the top of her head he stroked her hair gently as they both sat together as the high Egyptian sun began to shrink with the day.
The next morning Bakura came back to the throne room, and as he waited for the king to come he saw Yami walk to his father's chair with a new item around his neck. It was the millennium puzzle. Yami's father had worn it the day before, and now the son was donning all his father's attire and sitting on the throne. Kneeling before Yami he realized what had happened. The other pharaoh had died, and the new ere to the throne was his son Yami.
"Bakura, I am your ruler now, what you said yesterday was very wise. The prophecies have not been wrong, you shall be rewarded for the bringing of this news..." He waved his hands and a servant came in carrying a bag filled with gold coins. Bakura accepted the gift gratefully and nodded to the servant and then bowed to the young pharaoh.
"You are most kind your majesty. I shall return again if any more news arrives..." He turned to walk away but he suddenly froze, unable to move. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the eye of truth glowing on Yami's forehead and an angry glare on his face.
"You conversed with a royal family member outside of court."
Bakura was taken aback that the pharaoh knew of his discussion with Nayia the other day. "Well, yes your majesty... I mean no! It is out of my place to speak with anyone of royal birth unless spoken to."
"You have stepped out of your place..."
"But sir, I would never-"
"Silence! You have broken the code of birth and for this you shall be executed..." He said this carelessly and was about to have the guards take him away when Nayia came running into the room for she had been coming down the hall to hear the last statement.
"No brother! Bakura has given us tidings of the future so as to save ourselves, you must not execute one who sees the past and future."
Yami glared at his sister as if he meant to go right through her, but he released Bakura from the frozen position and waved to the guards to take hold of his arms. "As you wish dear sister, but he has broken the code so as punishment he shall be banished for all eternity..." Then he got up and walked out of the room leaving the guards to drag off the kicking Bakura. One of them hit him on the back of the head with his spear and the world went black.
When Bakura awoke again he was lying in the middle of the desert and he could see footprints of camels that had walked away from him. He sat up spitting sand out of his mouth and shaking in fury. He had been banished from the land, but the new pharaoh was no better than the last, he would stop the shadow games but this would not save his people from the great storm. Shaking with fury he went to clench at his millennium ring which he often did when frustrated to find that it was gone. The pharaoh had stolen his ring! Or more the guards for what he thought, they had probably taken it while he was unconscious and sold it to a merchant. He groaned, and stood up. He began to trudge in the opposite direction from the camel tracks with all hope stripped from him. He felt torn in two, the millennium ring had been with him for what seemed and eternity and now it had just vanished when he was defenseless. The hot sun beat down upon his head and he walked out into the desert, onward, ever onward, the storm would not come yet, and until it was coming Bakura could do nothing else but find somewhere else to go.
Bakura was rescued from the sands by a traveling caravan, they picked him up and took him to where they were shipping their goods. Years passed in that city until one night Bakura had a vision that the great storm would come. He awoke with a fright, he was too late, and Nayia had already been lost to him. She was buried beneath the sand. But in his dream he saw her holding the time wizard towards him and chanting the spells to activate it. She had whispered softly, "I know you shall find me, but by then I shall be perished, the change of heart shall stay with me for it is within you Bakura, and I shall give you the time wizard. You will save me Bakura, come to me..." with that the dream figure had disappeared before him. That night he took out a knife which he had inside his drawer, lifting it high above his head he made a solemn vow, "I have lost you Nayia, but it shall not be forever, keep a vigilant heart and I shall come and rescue thee. For now I can do naught, so I trust in my millennium ring where ever it may be to help me save you from a life of despair. With that he brought the knife down straight into his chest, his soul flew out of his body and traveled back to where the millennium ring was sitting on a table in the market, his spirit was about to cast itself inside when he heard the voice of Yami.
"You have been banished Bakura, and as your fate for returning I shall curse the very thing that makes your being survive." The eye of truth glowed and a spirit looking the exact same as him came and clutched the ghostly form, it hissed into his face, "You may have your vow, but I have mine and it shall triumph over your pitiful soul. Welcome the yami!" Dragging both the yami Bakura and the real Bakura's soul into the puzzle Yami walked away and left the dust engulfed city which had once been his kingdom along with the millennium ring to be taken by nature...
//I shall have my revenge Bakura! //
That last voice that had come out of the vision was not that of a dream but that of the voice that had once engulfed and imprisoned him.
Bakura backed away from Nayia and fell to the floor squirming as his face turned ashen and his whole body squirmed. He gasped for breath and reached up from the floor at Nayia to pull his arm back against his chest.
"Bakura?" She backed away from him until she was against the wall. "Bakura?!"
"You came... Bakura."
"How do you know my name?"
"We have met before..." Idly looking at the vase she played her fingers along the end table where it sat with an airy presence.
He walked over to lean his elbow on the table and look up into her face with his head slightly to the side. "When did we meet?"
"Do you not remember?" She looked at him as if he had forgotten the entire world. He didn't understand why, just meeting with one person was not the most memorable thing in one's life.
"I'm afraid I don't."
"Then how was it that you came to find me?"
He put a hand on the back of his and rubbed it nervously. "Well, I actually sort of dreamed it..."
She looked down at the floor as if all hope was lost. Again he was confused, who was she and why did she seem to know so much about him when they had only met this one time as far as he knew and they hadn't even spoken names but yet she knew his. She stood up straight and grasped his face between her hands as she stared intently into his eyes.
"You don't remember. You don't remember anything. What was the last thing that you remember about me Bakura, what do you remember about your Nayia?"
He was walking down a long corridor with the millennium ring around his neck as usual when he arrived in front of the throne of a the pharaoh whom he was to speak to today. Kneeling before the ruler he looked up to see that it looked like an older Yami. The hair was still golden but with silver streaks, but the eyes burned the same ferocity as Yami's did. Even more than the Yami that Bakura knew. The thing that puzzled him though was that sitting on either side of the pharaoh was what looked like Yami and on the opposite side there was Nayia.
He smiled at the young empress in a sort of roguish air which the king failed to notice but the maiden smiled sweetly very unlike the act of a pharaoh's daughter to a mere messenger. With a nod her rose and stood before the king awaiting orders.
"What news do you have from the prophecies Bakura?"
"Your majesty, they say that a great storm shall swallow our mighty kingdom if the shadow games do not cease at once."
"Bah, what do they know. We have used the shadow for centuries now and it has not failed us. What shall make it fail now?" He waved his hand dismissing Bakura from the throne room, and as he turned to leave he saw the eye of truth glowing on Yami's forehead staring straight at him and he saw the distressed look of Nayia looking at him longingly.
Walking out into the royal gardens Bakura sat next to a pool filled with magnificent fish to please the eye of any passer when in the reflection of the pool was the face of Nayia.
"Have you come for a stroll princess?" Bakura looked up at her from where he sat on the smooth limestone walkway.
"No. Bakura... I have come to ask you a favor..."
"What favor do you wish to ask your highness?"
"I know what you said back there to my father is true, and so does my brother Yami, but our father is stubborn and won't change his ways. Please Bakura, when the great storm begins you will come back for me? Will you come back from where ever it is you may travel so as to save me from the wrong doings of my father? I pray thee, please will you come rescue me when all else fails?"
Swallowing he looked at the princess who was near tears in front of him.
"Yes, Nayia, I will come for you..."
Sitting down beside him she leaned he head against his chest running a hand along his collar she smiled. "Thank you Bakura."
Bakura had a strange feeling then, one that he hadn't felt before. The princess before him had transformed from the untouchable to the one he wanted to guard from all else whether it cost him his life or not, as long as she was safe. Kissing the top of her head he stroked her hair gently as they both sat together as the high Egyptian sun began to shrink with the day.
The next morning Bakura came back to the throne room, and as he waited for the king to come he saw Yami walk to his father's chair with a new item around his neck. It was the millennium puzzle. Yami's father had worn it the day before, and now the son was donning all his father's attire and sitting on the throne. Kneeling before Yami he realized what had happened. The other pharaoh had died, and the new ere to the throne was his son Yami.
"Bakura, I am your ruler now, what you said yesterday was very wise. The prophecies have not been wrong, you shall be rewarded for the bringing of this news..." He waved his hands and a servant came in carrying a bag filled with gold coins. Bakura accepted the gift gratefully and nodded to the servant and then bowed to the young pharaoh.
"You are most kind your majesty. I shall return again if any more news arrives..." He turned to walk away but he suddenly froze, unable to move. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the eye of truth glowing on Yami's forehead and an angry glare on his face.
"You conversed with a royal family member outside of court."
Bakura was taken aback that the pharaoh knew of his discussion with Nayia the other day. "Well, yes your majesty... I mean no! It is out of my place to speak with anyone of royal birth unless spoken to."
"You have stepped out of your place..."
"But sir, I would never-"
"Silence! You have broken the code of birth and for this you shall be executed..." He said this carelessly and was about to have the guards take him away when Nayia came running into the room for she had been coming down the hall to hear the last statement.
"No brother! Bakura has given us tidings of the future so as to save ourselves, you must not execute one who sees the past and future."
Yami glared at his sister as if he meant to go right through her, but he released Bakura from the frozen position and waved to the guards to take hold of his arms. "As you wish dear sister, but he has broken the code so as punishment he shall be banished for all eternity..." Then he got up and walked out of the room leaving the guards to drag off the kicking Bakura. One of them hit him on the back of the head with his spear and the world went black.
When Bakura awoke again he was lying in the middle of the desert and he could see footprints of camels that had walked away from him. He sat up spitting sand out of his mouth and shaking in fury. He had been banished from the land, but the new pharaoh was no better than the last, he would stop the shadow games but this would not save his people from the great storm. Shaking with fury he went to clench at his millennium ring which he often did when frustrated to find that it was gone. The pharaoh had stolen his ring! Or more the guards for what he thought, they had probably taken it while he was unconscious and sold it to a merchant. He groaned, and stood up. He began to trudge in the opposite direction from the camel tracks with all hope stripped from him. He felt torn in two, the millennium ring had been with him for what seemed and eternity and now it had just vanished when he was defenseless. The hot sun beat down upon his head and he walked out into the desert, onward, ever onward, the storm would not come yet, and until it was coming Bakura could do nothing else but find somewhere else to go.
Bakura was rescued from the sands by a traveling caravan, they picked him up and took him to where they were shipping their goods. Years passed in that city until one night Bakura had a vision that the great storm would come. He awoke with a fright, he was too late, and Nayia had already been lost to him. She was buried beneath the sand. But in his dream he saw her holding the time wizard towards him and chanting the spells to activate it. She had whispered softly, "I know you shall find me, but by then I shall be perished, the change of heart shall stay with me for it is within you Bakura, and I shall give you the time wizard. You will save me Bakura, come to me..." with that the dream figure had disappeared before him. That night he took out a knife which he had inside his drawer, lifting it high above his head he made a solemn vow, "I have lost you Nayia, but it shall not be forever, keep a vigilant heart and I shall come and rescue thee. For now I can do naught, so I trust in my millennium ring where ever it may be to help me save you from a life of despair. With that he brought the knife down straight into his chest, his soul flew out of his body and traveled back to where the millennium ring was sitting on a table in the market, his spirit was about to cast itself inside when he heard the voice of Yami.
"You have been banished Bakura, and as your fate for returning I shall curse the very thing that makes your being survive." The eye of truth glowed and a spirit looking the exact same as him came and clutched the ghostly form, it hissed into his face, "You may have your vow, but I have mine and it shall triumph over your pitiful soul. Welcome the yami!" Dragging both the yami Bakura and the real Bakura's soul into the puzzle Yami walked away and left the dust engulfed city which had once been his kingdom along with the millennium ring to be taken by nature...
//I shall have my revenge Bakura! //
That last voice that had come out of the vision was not that of a dream but that of the voice that had once engulfed and imprisoned him.
Bakura backed away from Nayia and fell to the floor squirming as his face turned ashen and his whole body squirmed. He gasped for breath and reached up from the floor at Nayia to pull his arm back against his chest.
"Bakura?" She backed away from him until she was against the wall. "Bakura?!"
