The Castle, Part 2: Of Idiots and Morons


Mwahaha! I made the title longer. ^_^ Wow, a new chapter after just one day. That's gotta be a record for me. I must have been REALLY bored.

Actually, I'm in an extremely good mood. I'm going to be getting the original Japanese manga for the original Yu-Gi-Oh! Specifically, the Monster World Saga, which I'm extremely interested in at the moment. Thanks to theria for helping me by telling me where to get it! (Go read her stories, especially Duel Legend. It's really good!)

Disclaimer: Why do I even bother? I DON'T OWN YU-GI-OH!!! That's why this is under the section of the site, not the original fiction. How hard is that to understand? I hate these things.

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The castle was richly decorated; I had to resist the natural impulse to peek into the many doors lining the perfectly painted hallways and take a... souvenir or two.

As I headed downward, the walls grew more and more bare. Instead of fine carpeting and fresh paint, the floors and walls were made of stone. I knew I was getting warmer to my destination; where else would one put a prisoner?

After a few minutes, my worry went up a notch. The skills of Ryou's friend were questionable, and I didn't particularly want to have to deal with a dead body. I bit my lip, and broke into a dead run.

There didn't seem to be any signs of anyone - not even a guard I could ...persuade information from. I concentrated on my breathing, exhaling with every other step. Where are you, little Mokuba?

I came to the end of the hallway, which separated in two directions. I looked back and forth - neither way seemed better than another. By this time, I knew I couldn't afford to make mistakes. The Millennium Ring gleamed, and two of its pointers were aiming left. I smiled to myself. I had a feeling I was getting close.

I continued running, taking the left fork...

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I could hear voices up ahead of me; carefully, I slowed my steps and took a moment to catch my breath and listen to the conversation while I rooted through my Deck.

...got Mokuba! cried a voice, presumably a guard.

Stop him! ...Hold it right there! said another pathetic thug in black uniform.

No place left to run, punk! Oooh, they had him surrounded. How scary. I rolled my eyes. At least the Ancient Egyptian guards could make better conversation. But not by much.

You're surrounded. Duh. One would think that their prey would notice when they're cornered. But then, these were mortals, so I suppose I can't expect to much.

Now hand over the kid, tough guy. Tough? This Tristan fellow was supposed to be tough? So it's all of you losers against one teen who's busy holding an unconscious kid. Even for mortals, that shouldn't be considered a tough fight. Idiots.

No. Come and get him. Maybe this Tristan fellow deserved more credit than I had been giving him. Relentlessness was a good trait to have; but it was futile without a backup plan. And by the tone of his voice, he sounded like he was pretty screwed.

Well, I could fix that problem, easily.

I chuckled - this was going to be fun - and took a short step forward, a step away from entering the hallway, Millennium Ring shimmering. Lay one hand on the boy, and you will rue the day you imbeciles were ever born.

Huh? Hey, who's there? One guard called out.

What an idiot. Why didn't he look? I laughed again; from my experience, laughter actually disturbs most people. I used this information to my advantage as I stepped forward, half-lit by the hallway's light.

You just walked into a world of trouble, kid, a guard informed me.

Bakura, get out of here! Tristan cried in shock when he saw my face.

Come here, punk, a guard ordered. Hah. The delusional idiot thought that he was still in charge of the situation. What a loser.

You heard him. Now step out of those shadows right now! cried another guard, when I didn't move.

Run for it, Bakura! Go on, save yourself! Tristan called to me, proving my earlier theory about a lack of a plan true. No brains, but a lot of guts. Eh, I've seen worse.

Come on; step out of those shadows! the first guard said again. I chuckled again; I couldn't help it. This was such an amusing situation. Guards had grown even stupider in the last few thousand years. The goon in front of me paused for dramatic effect. ...Or else.

I cut my laughter short and looked him in the eyes. Or else you'll do what, you pathetic little drones?

The second guard narrowed his eyebrows. Hah... we warned ya! Hmph, and I'm told my English is bad.

I glared; while this was fun, I did have something I needed to do. Yes. And now I am warning you - DON'T trifle with me! I held up the magic card I had prepared.

Now the guards were just strait confused. What's that? one of them asked. Morons... didn't anyone tell them that they shouldn't ask questions that they really didn't want to know the answers to?

Chain Energy! I cried, pulling power from the Shadow Realm through my Ring to activate the spell. The guards were bound, arms at their sides. I could have just destroyed them, but eh. Everyone deserved a second chance. Besides, I didn't have time to have fun torturing them. There were more... important things for me to be doing. I could always torture people later.

The guards were utterly thunderstruck. What on earth!? I'm stuck! Oooh, what a brilliant observation.

Ugh, me too! exclaimed the other. But how...?

Bakura!? What did you do? Tristan asked, astounded. I sighed inwardly. I didn't have time for this; Chain Energy only held for so long...

Ignoring his question, I responded, Come. Now is our chance to escape. I didn't think he'd contradict me there. And even if he did, we could have a discussion along the way. I turned around and began to run in the opposite direction.

Tristan, getting over his initial shock, responded, Uh, okay... hey, wait up! he cried, getting the hint and chasing after me.

Urgh! Hey, stop!

the guards cried after us. I rolled my eyes. The dolts were bound by magic, and they were still trying to give orders? Yeah, like we were just going to stop and break our getaway because they said so. Honestly... what idiots.

Hey, those brats are getting away! one helpless guard cried.

I can see that, moron! the other answered. Hah, maybe we'd get lucky and they'd get in a fight with each other. Stupid people typically have an extremely short attention span.

As our footsteps died away, I could feel the magic spell break. Focusing my hearing through my ring, I heard the guards' voices echoing in the back of my mind. A-squad here. We need backup!

Great, more losers. That's exactly what we needed. Then again... this could work. I hadn't had much very fun in a long time... it seemed that that was about to change. I licked my lips in anticipation. Today was going pretty well.

And I had a feeling that things were just getting started.

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Well, what do you think? Am I capturing Yami Bakura's character well? Any tips? Rules on flames are the same as last time. Please review!

Next chapter - The Castle, Part 3: Some People are So Ungrateful!