Deorc Leoht
By Kaehimi
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
"The Murder"
Yami Bakura's Point of View...
~Still in my past, I ran out to the courtyard. Making sure that no one was watching, I dug up a box. Running in again, I rushed to the servant's quarters, where I was sure everyone was asleep. I didn't actually live there, but since everyone was exhausted and sound sleepers there, I thought it was the safest place. I opened the precious box which contained my ticket out of there.
I held the silver dagger up to the moonlight that lit up the night. I was on the roof, surrounded by sleeping figures and the night's calm breeze ruffled my white hair. I inhaled the scent of the desert, and it calmed me down. This is where I liked to spend whenever I had a moment, which was very rare. I loved the night, who knew how much like it I would become?
I looked again at the poisoned knife in my fist. It had cost my life's savings but with it I would get out of here. Then, once I had a secure life again, I would come back for him. For that...dirty...
I smiled again and then I set off to kill that girl, just a small step in the bounds of revenge I would soon be taking.
I found her quickly, the child that hindered my escape. 'Kill, kill, kill!' The voice in my mind whispered in excitement to me, but I didn't pay attention to it. I was too caught up in my own hunt. The calm face the glowed with light slept peacefully and suddenly I faltered. 'What are you waiting for? Kill her!' The voice said again.
I lifted the dagger, but froze again. For the first time, I reconsidered. What was this voice in my mind? I wondered why it was so bloodthirsty. 'You know, why should I obey you?' I asked it.
'Because I am the logical part of your mind.' It said, but I knew it was lying.
'Remember the pain she put you through, kill her!' It hissed, commanding. I lowered the knife. 'Or are you too weak?'
That did it. I raised my dagger again and then gently put a point of it into the girl's cheek. That was all I needed, and now there was no going back. I had chosen my path and I could not backtrack. I do not regret my decision.
The girl's cheek began to change, and I did not realized what was happening until her whole face began to wither and die. My eyes widened in shock but I did not stay to see what happened. I bolted like a coward. I will never be that weak again.
Screams shattered the calm night and I took advantage of the chaos to speed off towards the pyramids, where I planned to hide.
Lapse of Time...
Years passed and I gained great gift in the art of tomb-robbing. No grave had a trap that I could not destroy. The Pharaoh hated me, and that thought fueled my thefts. I wanted him to suffer for what he put slaves through. He deserved knowing that his family would never reach the Afterlife intact.
The time was drawing near when I would return and kill him. I waited patiently, yet in anticipation for the right time to jump. The voice that had convinced me to commit my first murder had seemingly faded, or perhaps it became me. I do not know. But I am glad it did. I am glad I make people suffer, for if I should be in pain, shouldn't they too?
I took the poisoned dagger that had become my favorite weapon off my belt and put it in its thin sheaf. I then slid it into my boot and placed a normal but sharp knife on my belt. I also had rope, a whip, and sleeping powder. My crocodiles that lived in the pond next to the pyramid I chose to inhabit snapped their jaws as I left. "I will be back...with food..." I promised as I threw on my clock and then silently set off into the swirling dust.
I walked a distance to his house. I knew that he would be there, asleep. I did live with his for most of my lifetime. Uncoiling part of my rope, I tied a hook to the end and threw it onto the roof, right at the edge so that it would not hit a slave and wake them. I climbed up the wall and then put my rope on my belt again. I carefully made my way around the sleeping figures to his room. 'Victory will be yours,' the voice in my mind appeared again.
I smiled and let my instincts guide me.~
Kaehimi:
Thank you, Random Rockstar!!!
And thank you again, to all the nice people who are reading! ^_^
What's going to happen? NOTE: Bakura is NOT, and I repeat, NOT a vampire. ^_~ I guess I made him sound like one...sorry about that!!! He just likes the taste of blood, which represents how "dark" he is. I have to sharpen up my writing skills, lol! Also, I might not update for a while, because I need to get my life together...