Released
Devil/ angel
D/a: hey! y'all!!!!! I've been lik soooooooo busi withmy other fict. 20 insane days before Christmas. but I'm uploading now..
Bakura: oh yeah.. are we happy
D/a: well, I don't kare if you are, but I am!!!!
Aznfiregoddess: hey! don't talk to my Bakura lik tat!!!! *starts hittin' d/a*
D/a; OW!!!! quit it!!!! for your information, I'm only doing this fict cuz you luv Bakura..
Aznfiregoddess: *stops* k.. *starts glomping on bakura*
Bakura: *stuggles* CAN'T... BREATHE.. HELP!!!!
D/a: *laughs* guess I don't have te kill you.. LOL!!!!! OH!! And for last time. I'm sooo sorrwee. I was re-uploading da 3rd chappie, but I waz rushed... so I pressed da rong button by accident and ppl started telling me about and THEN I found out.. But I've fixed it now and here's da chpt you've been waiting so long for..
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~chpt 4~
The rain poured, pounding on the ground in a steady rhythm like drums in a band. The darken sky flashed as a low rumble was heard.
I looked into the mist and could barely make out the shape of a large building. The museum. Panting, I used the last bit of my energy and ran into the empty lobby. It was well past closing time, but I had the key in since my father worked there. As I stepped in, water dripping from my jacket, drenched from head to toes, I peered into the darkness. The lobby was quiet like a long dark tunnel where there's no one but you and it. Alone. Cold. And deserted. I brushed these thoughts away as I walked down one of the hallways leading to the study rooms. Without making a sound, I crept into the last room at the end of the hall. The room was filled with ancient artefacts, laid sprawled out on the floor with crates filled with many more, packed safely between padding. In a corner of the room, lit with dim lights, three figures were crowded around a large piece of stone with strange markings carved into them. As I got closer, I realised that it was hieroglyphics.
"Ryou!" my father greeted me with a hug. "I'm glad you could make it. There's something that I really think that you should take a look at."
"What is it dad?" I asked curiously.
"Take a look at this." He pointed to the stone that they were all huddling over. "See these hieroglyphics? This is part of a bigger piece of stone that we haven't uncovered yet, but this particular stone tells us part of a story or history if you believe it, of ancient Egypt."
"What does it say?" I asked my father, since I hadn't been practising my hieroglyphics ever since the last time I saw him, which was. half a year ago.
"Long ago, when the pyramids were still young, Egyptian kings played a game of great and terrible power. But these Shadow Games erupted into a war that threatened to destroy the entire world until a brave and powerful pharaoh locked the magic away, imprisoning it within the mystical Millennium Items.." He paused and scanned over its contents.
"Then what happened?" I asked nervously as the story or history, whichever one it was sank into my mind. Somehow, it sounded familiar. Like I've heard it somewhere before. but where?
"Then, it lists the names of who owned these items that held the magical powers.." He replied. "But the thing is that your name, well, your last name appears in here."
"My last name? You mean Bakura?" I asked.
"Yes. And I have no idea where you've gotten that last name, since your mother died and didn't tell me your real father's name." my father replied. He wasn't necessary my father. it just didn't seem right to call him my step- dad. he's been taking care of me all my life and who my biological father was never concerned me. All I knew was that he left my mother and I and now, my father step takes care of me ever since my mother died suddenly from an unknown disease.
"Can you tell me some of the items, their powers and their owner?" I asked.
"Ryou, I never knew you were interested in inscriptions.. But remember. not EVERYTHING you read is always correct. these Egyptians could of made all of these up." One of my father's colleges said to me. I nodded and urged my father to go on.
"Well, it says here that there are seven millennium items altogether and each processes a different kind of magic. Though all can take souls from and to a place called the shadow realm. Do you want to know the owners?" he asked. I nodded now that I've heard this much, it pieces of a puzzled fitted together. "There is the millennium rod, it holds the power to control one's mind and body. It was owned by the high priest, Setkh Kaiba, but stolen later. He also owned the millennium ankh, which is a key to unlock one's true desires and look deep into one's heart, revealing their true nature. The millennium ring could capture souls and bring creatures from the shadow realm into our world. it was owned by. Bakura. This is the part where it gets cut off, but I think that there maybe more in Egypt. We just haven't found it yet."
For a while, none of us said anything, then my father and his colleges continued their research as I sat on a chair and thought about the inscriptions. //how could his name be in it? Were they talking about his Yami? Then what DID happen to his Yami for him to be trapped in the ring?// these questions rang through my head as I watched my father unpack things, lifting them slowly and carefully out of the box. My eyes wandered over the scrolls on a table as one of them caught my attention. I remembered a few words from my lessons before, but most of them I forgot. I carefully picked the piece of parchment up and began to read.
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A young, but brave and powerful Pharaoh in Ancient Egypt, five millennia ago/
Sacrificed his life to lock these 'evil' powers in seven millennium items./
When all seven of these millennium items unite with the three God cards,/
The world will plunge into darkness/
And the powerful Pharaoh will regain his memories/
And once again, save this world/
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That was all I interpreted because the markings below were new and unfamiliar to me. I made a mental note to asked dad about it later, and sat on a chair. I glanced up at my father who was now recording information on his laptop.
"Ryou! Come take a look at this!" my father called to me. I ran over to his side and saw a machine scanning over the piece of stone we were looking at earlier. A weird picture appeared on the screen of his laptop.
"What is it?" I asked confused at the strange markings.
"Watch this Ryou. It doesn't look like much now, but if I combine it with the scanned pictures of the other pieces of stone I found near the same site.." He clicked the mouse a few times, and a picture formed. I gasped as pieces of the scans fell into place with each other like in a jigsaw puzzle. There in front of me was an incomplete picture of the seven items, ten teens standing, a part of what seemed to be like the eye of RA, and a big monster-like creature.
"What does this mean?" I asked my father.
"This is." he paused, looked away from the screen and stared away from the screen and stared at me. "This is the Egyptian's view of our future. They've asked the oracle who foresighted that a huge monster or creature is going to enter into our dimension from the shadow realm and evil will come upon our world."
"There's.. there's no way of stopping it?" I asked shaken at the words that were just said.
"I don't know yet. but as soon as we find the other missing pieces, we'll have our answer." He replied.
"Do you believe their prophecy?" I asked.
"I do. Although my collages think that such things should not be trusted, my past experiences in reading hieroglyphic text and scrolls, prove that some of the things that had happened in our history, way after the ancient Egyptians' time, were written on scrolls found in temples." He answered.
"So this is really going to happen?" I shivered at the thought.
"I don't know Ryou, I don't know." he sighed, almost in a sad way. We didn't say much afterwards. Then dad went back to unpacking and labelling the other items.
Later that night, I sat on my bed reviewing the events that had happened. //so if the millennium items are mention and my name is too. I wonder if Yugi is. he DOES have the millennium puzzle. and malik. or Isis.// then a thought sparked in my mind. //I have to find the millennium ring!!! And Bakura!!! Before. before someone else finds it and use it for other reasons. and if it DOES fall into the wrong hands. god knows what's going to happen to us.// I thought as I paced around my room. //now where would it be if I didn't get it..// I stopped walking and stared at a picture of the museum in Egypt where my father had worked.
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D/a: another cliffie!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 k, this one wasn't TAT gd. But hey!!! u ppl want me te upload sooner rite? Well, R+R for this and my 20 insane days before Christmas fict..
Devil/ angel
D/a: hey! y'all!!!!! I've been lik soooooooo busi withmy other fict. 20 insane days before Christmas. but I'm uploading now..
Bakura: oh yeah.. are we happy
D/a: well, I don't kare if you are, but I am!!!!
Aznfiregoddess: hey! don't talk to my Bakura lik tat!!!! *starts hittin' d/a*
D/a; OW!!!! quit it!!!! for your information, I'm only doing this fict cuz you luv Bakura..
Aznfiregoddess: *stops* k.. *starts glomping on bakura*
Bakura: *stuggles* CAN'T... BREATHE.. HELP!!!!
D/a: *laughs* guess I don't have te kill you.. LOL!!!!! OH!! And for last time. I'm sooo sorrwee. I was re-uploading da 3rd chappie, but I waz rushed... so I pressed da rong button by accident and ppl started telling me about and THEN I found out.. But I've fixed it now and here's da chpt you've been waiting so long for..
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~chpt 4~
The rain poured, pounding on the ground in a steady rhythm like drums in a band. The darken sky flashed as a low rumble was heard.
I looked into the mist and could barely make out the shape of a large building. The museum. Panting, I used the last bit of my energy and ran into the empty lobby. It was well past closing time, but I had the key in since my father worked there. As I stepped in, water dripping from my jacket, drenched from head to toes, I peered into the darkness. The lobby was quiet like a long dark tunnel where there's no one but you and it. Alone. Cold. And deserted. I brushed these thoughts away as I walked down one of the hallways leading to the study rooms. Without making a sound, I crept into the last room at the end of the hall. The room was filled with ancient artefacts, laid sprawled out on the floor with crates filled with many more, packed safely between padding. In a corner of the room, lit with dim lights, three figures were crowded around a large piece of stone with strange markings carved into them. As I got closer, I realised that it was hieroglyphics.
"Ryou!" my father greeted me with a hug. "I'm glad you could make it. There's something that I really think that you should take a look at."
"What is it dad?" I asked curiously.
"Take a look at this." He pointed to the stone that they were all huddling over. "See these hieroglyphics? This is part of a bigger piece of stone that we haven't uncovered yet, but this particular stone tells us part of a story or history if you believe it, of ancient Egypt."
"What does it say?" I asked my father, since I hadn't been practising my hieroglyphics ever since the last time I saw him, which was. half a year ago.
"Long ago, when the pyramids were still young, Egyptian kings played a game of great and terrible power. But these Shadow Games erupted into a war that threatened to destroy the entire world until a brave and powerful pharaoh locked the magic away, imprisoning it within the mystical Millennium Items.." He paused and scanned over its contents.
"Then what happened?" I asked nervously as the story or history, whichever one it was sank into my mind. Somehow, it sounded familiar. Like I've heard it somewhere before. but where?
"Then, it lists the names of who owned these items that held the magical powers.." He replied. "But the thing is that your name, well, your last name appears in here."
"My last name? You mean Bakura?" I asked.
"Yes. And I have no idea where you've gotten that last name, since your mother died and didn't tell me your real father's name." my father replied. He wasn't necessary my father. it just didn't seem right to call him my step- dad. he's been taking care of me all my life and who my biological father was never concerned me. All I knew was that he left my mother and I and now, my father step takes care of me ever since my mother died suddenly from an unknown disease.
"Can you tell me some of the items, their powers and their owner?" I asked.
"Ryou, I never knew you were interested in inscriptions.. But remember. not EVERYTHING you read is always correct. these Egyptians could of made all of these up." One of my father's colleges said to me. I nodded and urged my father to go on.
"Well, it says here that there are seven millennium items altogether and each processes a different kind of magic. Though all can take souls from and to a place called the shadow realm. Do you want to know the owners?" he asked. I nodded now that I've heard this much, it pieces of a puzzled fitted together. "There is the millennium rod, it holds the power to control one's mind and body. It was owned by the high priest, Setkh Kaiba, but stolen later. He also owned the millennium ankh, which is a key to unlock one's true desires and look deep into one's heart, revealing their true nature. The millennium ring could capture souls and bring creatures from the shadow realm into our world. it was owned by. Bakura. This is the part where it gets cut off, but I think that there maybe more in Egypt. We just haven't found it yet."
For a while, none of us said anything, then my father and his colleges continued their research as I sat on a chair and thought about the inscriptions. //how could his name be in it? Were they talking about his Yami? Then what DID happen to his Yami for him to be trapped in the ring?// these questions rang through my head as I watched my father unpack things, lifting them slowly and carefully out of the box. My eyes wandered over the scrolls on a table as one of them caught my attention. I remembered a few words from my lessons before, but most of them I forgot. I carefully picked the piece of parchment up and began to read.
~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~
A young, but brave and powerful Pharaoh in Ancient Egypt, five millennia ago/
Sacrificed his life to lock these 'evil' powers in seven millennium items./
When all seven of these millennium items unite with the three God cards,/
The world will plunge into darkness/
And the powerful Pharaoh will regain his memories/
And once again, save this world/
~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~&*~
That was all I interpreted because the markings below were new and unfamiliar to me. I made a mental note to asked dad about it later, and sat on a chair. I glanced up at my father who was now recording information on his laptop.
"Ryou! Come take a look at this!" my father called to me. I ran over to his side and saw a machine scanning over the piece of stone we were looking at earlier. A weird picture appeared on the screen of his laptop.
"What is it?" I asked confused at the strange markings.
"Watch this Ryou. It doesn't look like much now, but if I combine it with the scanned pictures of the other pieces of stone I found near the same site.." He clicked the mouse a few times, and a picture formed. I gasped as pieces of the scans fell into place with each other like in a jigsaw puzzle. There in front of me was an incomplete picture of the seven items, ten teens standing, a part of what seemed to be like the eye of RA, and a big monster-like creature.
"What does this mean?" I asked my father.
"This is." he paused, looked away from the screen and stared away from the screen and stared at me. "This is the Egyptian's view of our future. They've asked the oracle who foresighted that a huge monster or creature is going to enter into our dimension from the shadow realm and evil will come upon our world."
"There's.. there's no way of stopping it?" I asked shaken at the words that were just said.
"I don't know yet. but as soon as we find the other missing pieces, we'll have our answer." He replied.
"Do you believe their prophecy?" I asked.
"I do. Although my collages think that such things should not be trusted, my past experiences in reading hieroglyphic text and scrolls, prove that some of the things that had happened in our history, way after the ancient Egyptians' time, were written on scrolls found in temples." He answered.
"So this is really going to happen?" I shivered at the thought.
"I don't know Ryou, I don't know." he sighed, almost in a sad way. We didn't say much afterwards. Then dad went back to unpacking and labelling the other items.
Later that night, I sat on my bed reviewing the events that had happened. //so if the millennium items are mention and my name is too. I wonder if Yugi is. he DOES have the millennium puzzle. and malik. or Isis.// then a thought sparked in my mind. //I have to find the millennium ring!!! And Bakura!!! Before. before someone else finds it and use it for other reasons. and if it DOES fall into the wrong hands. god knows what's going to happen to us.// I thought as I paced around my room. //now where would it be if I didn't get it..// I stopped walking and stared at a picture of the museum in Egypt where my father had worked.
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D/a: another cliffie!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 k, this one wasn't TAT gd. But hey!!! u ppl want me te upload sooner rite? Well, R+R for this and my 20 insane days before Christmas fict..