No Yugi-oh owning…
Chapter six: Hesitation And Doom
Bakura was in all honestly lost. He had been running around this goddamn palace for over two hours! And he was still no closer to finding Malik then when he first left the room with those two guards. Bakura dropped to the floor and leaned against the wall. So far, so bad. He sighed, soon those two guards would either awaken and realize what happened or someone would find them and some sort of alarm would go through the palace. Bakura was a little nervous in the palace grounds. He was a thief, an outlaw, someone who didn't belong here and if he was caught…
Bakura pushed himself from the wall. There was no time for rest, not when Malik was in danger. Ra, what was he going through while Bakura had taken his little break. Light streamed in the window. Dawn…
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Malik woke by way of cold cruel hands jerking him off his feet. Before he knew it he was being dragged across the floor by two strong guys wearing, well, Malik couldn't tell, his head rolled slumped against his chest. With every uneven step of his torturers Malik gave out a small whimper of pain, he couldn't do more. His throat was numb from his screams, his pleas. His back was littered with scars of varying lengths or widths depending on the strength and length of the slashes. He had no idea what was happening, his mind at the moment couldn't comprehend that his tortures would at last be over, along with his life.
Suddenly, or so it seemed to Malik, large doors opened and sunlight blinded him. He was jerked by the left holder before cheers roared across his sense of hearing. He wanted to cry out. To tell everyone to simply 'shut up!', he could do nothing.
His feet dragged in the now warming sand as he was unknowingly dragged to a platform area.
Sa-Kaiba watched in the shadows. So, the prisoner had refused to talk. He was really loyal to his master. Oh well, the fiend would be dead in but a few minutes anyway. Sa-Kaiba turned his attention to why he was in the shadows in the first place. He was certain the Shadow Marauders would come to claim their fellow thief so he had taken to the same strategy that had fooled him last time. An ambush, or sneak attack if you will. He was positive they would come, and so he waited.
Malik was dragged up onto the platform. The cheers roared higher as he did so. Still he had no idea why. Abruptly his torturers had dropped him and without any strength to help cushion the fall he fell roughly to the paved ground. He laid there, silent, in pain, in confusion. And then a shadow fell over him. The shadow's owner bent down and lifted his head. Malik groggily opened his eyes and came face to face with the pharaoh.
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Dawn… Cheers suddenly blasted into his senses and Bakura dashed to the window to see what was happening. He gasped in shock at what he saw. Malik laid unnervingly still on a platform. His eyes darted. The Pharaoh was just walking out of some grandly decorated doors. He was obviously heading for Malik.
Guards kept the crowds at bay as they tried to push farther to get a better view. …And on the platform, oh no! Bakura dashed down the hall. He had to find some way; anyway to reach Malik in time, he had too! He stopped at another window to see what was happening. The Pharaoh had approached the stand and the crowd went quiet. He knew the pharaoh was talking but Bakura couldn't care less about what he said, he also had no time to wait straining to make out the words. Sa-Yugi-oh stopped and turned towards Malik. With one fowl movement he forced Malik to look at him. He said something before dropping Bakura's friend to the floor. Bakura cringed at how roughly Malik landed.
He forced himself to shift his thoughts and head away from what was happening below. His sharp eyes scanned the area for something, anything that could possibly help him. Maybe even divert the spectacles' attention long enough for him to help out his friend. Then he saw it. Tsar and his band of thieves were among the spectators, although to the side and out of most peoples view. Luckily Bakura was currently elevated and could spot them. Within nanoseconds he realized they were there for him. Honokaa must have sent them after him or else… Bakura shuddered at the thoughts of why Tsar would chase him down.
Bakura had already formulated a plan. But how to make it work? His eyes glanced back at what was happening down below. Malik had been moved. Bakura's heart was in his chest as he thought the beheading might have already taken place. Shortly he found Malik, his arms were being tied behind his back. Bakura sighed. He wasn't too late. Then something in the back caught his eye. –Someone was hiding in the shadows. By squinting his eyes he immediately recognized the person to be Sa-Kaiba! One of the strongest magic users in the known world. Bakura smiled as he set his plan in motion.
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Honokaa looked out his bedroom window. It was dawn. But something was off. Honokaa went to a wall. He opened it even though to the naked eye you would never think that possible. Inside there was a small shelf, on that shelf laid the golden eye he had stolen the previous day. His hand trailed over it. Shadow's eye. He had been pre-warned by the Shadow beings never to try it on or attempt it's power. Only a Shadow Key has the right of that, the privilege. His fate would be damned. He let his hand fall over another object. His first captured object. The scales. Known as both a Shadow and Light object since it could weigh in either direction. It was infinitely hard to steal for it was hidden in another realm. He had been tested by the Shadow beings, and passed. …But if the gods found out it was him who stole the scales… He shuddered.
Honokaa was most anxious to collect all the Shadow items and find their keys. He had already found one, Bakura. The youth with white hair. But Bakura was missing. Where was Tsar? Why hadn't he returned yet! Bakura must be brought back at all costs. Honokaa was about to close the hidden wall shelf when he saw the Hamza. He looked at it greedily but knew he couldn't use it. At least not yet. The Hamza was the sealing item, without it his plans would be useless. The Shadow beings made it themselves and therefore he knew not its other capabilities. He had received it after returning with the scale.
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Sa-Yugi-oh looked over at the executioner. He gave a slight nod of his head. The executioner raised the twisted blade high above his cranium. He was about to bring it crashing down when a blast from behind him pushed him forward causing him to stumble and as a result missed the prisoner's head, well, the whole prisoner to be exact. Sa-Yugi-oh looked at the commotion behind him. The Shadow Marauders were back! And Sa-Kaiba was pre-occupying them. Sa-Yugi-oh jumped from the stand and dashed to Sa-Kaiba's side.
Currently Sa-Kaiba was holding them back. The Marauders had formed a circle about him and every now and then one would lash out with a knife. Through the commotion a flash of white was eagerly dodging out of the fight. Bakura was still dressed as a guard and once free of the fighters he made a mad dash towards the stand. Sa-Yugi-oh and Bakura had yet to pass each other. The pharaoh had turned his head at Bakura. "You, why don't you help the high priest!" He had never seen this soldier before. He would have remembered. It was the first time he'd ever seen anyone with such odd white hair.
Bakura smiled at the Pharaoh. As they were about to pass one another Bakura had reeled back his fist before punching the Pharaoh straight in the jaw. Sa-Yugi-oh stumbled backwards as Bakura continued his bolt towards Malik. Bastard!
Sa-Yugi-oh fell back downright startled. One of his own guards had punched him! The guard would have to be dealt with. Not even two days into rule and already he'd lost the diadem and the guards were turning traitorous. He picked himself up quickly and raced towards Sa-Kaiba who had held up his rod and white energy seemed to encircle him causing all the Marauders to be forced back as the white energy expanded. As soon as it came in contact with the thieves they flew back from the force.
Seeing this Sa-Yugi-oh turned back to the stand.
Bakura had a knife in his hand in an instant. Quickly he ripped apart the rope that had held Malik's hands. After doing that he turned his friend over. Malik whimpered in pain as Bakura had had his hand on Malik's back. Bakura shushed him as he lifted Malik's shirt to see why his friend had whimpered. His eyes opened wide as he saw the tortuous marks left behind. His eyes narrowed as he vowed to get his revenge. No one would ever do this to his friend again. No one.
He turned Malik over. Malik's head lazily rolled to the side. Bakura felt his vision blurring as tears started to fall. What have they done to you? "…Malik?" He asked softly. "Malik, please say something." Malik's eyes flittered open. "Oh… hi… Ba…Bakura," Malik spoke quietly, his voice breaking before he closed his eyes again. Bakura realized Malik was asleep. His mind picked up the urgency of where he was. Tsar and his fellow Marauders would be no match for the high priest, let alone the high priest and the pharaoh. …Pharaoh, the one who had done this to Malik!
With one fowl sweep Bakura had picked Malik up and buckled a bit under the weight. He knew he couldn't carry Malik like this for all of Malik's weight would be on his back. That wouldn't do. He turned around and came face to face with the pharaoh. Bakura quickly composed the shock that was evident on his face. The pharaoh looked to be fuming and Bakura knew he was one of the reasons why.
He was scared.
The Pharaoh's eyes flashed angrily as Bakura fell to the floor, dropping Malik. He immediately went to his friend's side. Although he was the one on the ground Bakura glared up at Sa-Yugi-oh with pure hatred. He pulled Malik close so he could grab him easily when he made his mad escape.
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Tsar watched with interest as Bakura crawled after the fallen prisoner before turning his attention to the pharaoh. So, Bakura has turned traitorous. Tsar smiled evilly. I knew he would. He was never one for orders but… who'd have thought he'd befriend the very same thief that had stolen the diadem.
Tsar was not one of the thieves that had attacked Sa-Kaiba and therefore he was still okay. He had watched Bakura for he was curious why Bakura had shown himself and sure enough a trap had sprang. Now, however he found himself in a most uncomfortable predicament. Should he let the Pharaoh kill Bakura and make his life a lot easier or step in. With a sigh he realized he HAD to step in. Not only would it be his throat if he failed this mission but to let a Shadow key die was unthinkable. He loathed Bakura.
Sa-Yugi-oh stood over the two thieves; he hesitated. Although his training to become a true pharaoh was suppose to free him of these feelings he still hesitated. The scene below him looked so… sad. The poor misfits. Neither wore anything special. The thief that had stolen his crown was of course attired shabbily. His shirt torn in ruins from the torture. The other, the one to attempt the 'rescue' was barely better off. Both wore shades of pale brown and grey. Their clothes looked shabby. Hoods hung from their backs, sashes across their stomachs. And their hair. They both had such odd hair… like his own.
It wasn't just that. You expected that sort of attire from thieves, but what he saw while looking at them wasn't some hard-hearted criminal or murderer. They looked to simply be kids, like him. Maybe they were dealt a raw hand in life and… Sa-Yugi-oh shook his head. These were thieves. There was no forgiveness for stealing. They have made their own fate.
The crowd noted his hesitation. They were getting impatient. Sa-Yugi-oh really didn't particularly want to… but he must. Suddenly he remembered what these kids had done to him. The white haired one had punched him! …And the sand coloured one had taken his diadem! In fact. These two lowly thieves were the cause of ALL his problems. It was just so hard to believe. Besides it would be so easy to just kill them… so easy.
Still he hesitated.
Hesitation made him look weak. What was he doing! A few moments ago he was going to watch with satisfaction as the sand-haired boy was beheaded. So why hesitate! These two boys were the cause of all his problems. He cannot be weak, he is the pharaoh of all Egypt and two meagre lives were all that stood between him and proper rule. No more blundering. No more failure. Now he shall stand proud and protect his lands. Do what is right t for the people! Thieves must die. So it is written, so it shall be.
Bakura's hand slowly went inside the flaps of his fabric. With dagger in hand he waited for the pharaoh to make his move. The Pharaoh attacked. Bakura's dagger shot out and deflected it. The Pharaoh's eyes went wide in surprise. Obviously he thought that Bakura was just waiting for the killing blow. Wrongo.
Bakura lashed out again, swiping with his dagger, he hit air. The Pharaoh sidestepped his attack. He was obviously more skilled then Bakura. So Bakura did the only thing he could. He dashed from the platform making the Pharaoh follow. Malik was safe for now. Bakura was in shock as he realized he had failed both himself and his only friend. Jumping from the platform had allowed him to seal his doom. The blasted Pharaoh was behind him. Tsar approached from his left and Sa-Kaiba from his right. He was doomed. He threw his dagger into the sand and fell to knees. …Doomed.
The three approached…
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Draggy: Okay, here's my 'end of the fic question' Should Li- errr. *looks at her yami who is shaking her head sadly* Fine! My real question is… What kind of ruler should Sa-Yugi-oh be?
Ie) Kind, forgiving ruler (and what does Ie mean. In example?)
Tough, merciless.
Hot-tempered yet reserved
Smart, oh I don't know! You tell me….
Currently he's just came into rule and now I must decide what kind of ruler he should be to connect with the story.
Oh! And are there any characters you would like to show up in my fic. Just tell me and I can practically guarantee their arrival. I have a somewhat lengthy plot to go through here so… anyone you'd like to see pop up somewhere? I think I'm legging. Whatever happened to Alef, it's a mystery. ..Poor Alef, gone but not- hey, did anyone even remember him. No ones asked where he went, oh well. Sorry Alef.