OK, chapter 4. I should really be doing homework but it's sooo boring.
Once again, I don't own Yu-gi-oh or any of the ideas in my fic that come from Inu-Yasha. I don't own Ancient Egypt or any of the treasure therein. Don't you just love the copy and paste option on the computer?
Anyway last time Baku (Yami Bakura) got picked up by a gang of orphaned boys. As an initiation test they want young Baku to go into a pyramid and collect some of the treasure, there's only one problem; the pyramid is cursed and has a whole bunch of booby traps. How will Baku get out of this mess?
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I didn't realize I'd dozed off but the next thing I knew Malik was shaking me and telling me it was time to get up. I followed the others out of the hideout, through twists and turns in the city and finally out into the desert. From there we walked, I don't know how long, until we were facing a large stone pyramid. I had never seen a pyramid before. Even though it was dark under the light of the quarter moon the pyramid gleamed like a piece of the moon that had fallen to earth. The only part of the pyramid that wasn't covered in white stone was a marking over the entrance, a golden eye. I didn't know why at the time but that eye gave me a sense of foreboding. I didn't want to go in there; unfortunately with some of the larger boys standing next to me I didn't have a choice.
"Come here boy," the boss told me. I came over and looked expectantly at him, he handed me a bag with a drawstring, it was only big enough to hold one or two small pieces. "Your task is simple, bring back some loot in this bag, the drawstring is long enough so you can hang the bag around your neck." The boss nodded to one of the other boys and he came forward and offered me a lamp and a torch. "You'll need these to see in the dark, do you have a knife?"
"Yes."
"Good, strike it against this stone to create sparks and light the torches." The boss offered me a white stone; it was scratched, as if it had already been used for the purpose of making fire. "Malik, take this boy to the tunnel."
"Yes master," Malik grumbled. He led me toward the pyramid. We didn't go in through the entrance; we went a little way to the left of it. At first I didn't see anything strange, then I noticed that part of the stone wasn't stone at all; it was white cloth that concealed a hole in the pyramid wall. "That man's so arrogant, I can't stand him. I'd run away if I had any place to go. Mark my words Baku, someday I'm going to be called master, I won't be a worthless street boy forever." Malik turned and looked at me, his purple eyes serious. "Be careful in there Baku, so far no one has ever come out alive. If it looks like you might be killed, cursed or trapped if you go farther come back, I can distract the others long enough for you to get away. Good luck." Malik moved the rocks than anchored the sheet of cloth and revealed a tunnel that was big enough for me to crawl through.
I lit the lamp and started crawling through the tunnel, pushing the lamp ahead of me. I had been crawling for about ten minutes when I came to an opening in the tunnel, peering out I saw hieroglyphics decorating the walls. I got out of the tunnel and held up the lamp. I was in a large chamber, probably an antechamber. To my left I could see an unbroken seal, probably leading to the surface, to my right I saw another seal; this one was broken and probably led to the main burial chamber of the tomb. I looked around curiously, holding my lamp up to look at the walls. I could only read a few words of the hieroglyphics, there was a name mentioned over and over again, which I couldn't read. As I looked over the symbols I was shocked to see the symbols for game, darkness and monster. Was this person involved in the dark games? I shook my head, my white hair whipping around my face. No, how could that be, this tomb was hundreds of years old, how could the dark games have gone on that long? Wait a moment, hadn't Mother told me that yokai and other monsters had only started coming to earth when the dark games had started? In that case the dark games had probably been going on for hundreds of years, maybe even a millennium.
I looked over at another wall; it showed a man, probably the person buried in this tomb, surrounded by seven symbols; an inverted pyramid, a ring with a triangle in it, a necklace, a scepter, scales, an ankh, and a round ball. Beside each picture were hieroglyphs, probably telling the meaning of each of the symbols. I couldn't read them though. I looked around the picture at the hieroglyphs, there were the words for dark and game again, and another one, power. Then I had an idea, maybe the hieroglyphs said the items pictured would give the owner the power of the dark games.
I moved to another panel, this one had a more detailed picture of one of the items, the ring with a triangle in the middle and chimes hanging from it. I looked at the picture and the hieroglyphs underneath; it said something about finding power and about a curse. I couldn't make out any more.
I realized it was getting late and moved on to the main tomb. Cautiously I looked inside, the burial chamber was filled with gold and riches I examined the area that my lamp lit. There was an even coating of dust on everything. So the seal was broken but nothing had been touched, that was odd. I looked closer, there were some footprints in the dust coming from the antechamber where I had been but they stopped abruptly, there was no sign that the people who had made these footprints had turned around or even left the spot where the prints stopped. I shivered, was this the curse that Malik had mentioned? Suddenly something caught my eye at the spot where the footprints ended I saw a small shape on the ground. I wondered if the thief had tried to steal this and then been cursed and bent to examine it. As I got a good look at it I cried out in shock, this was no golden statue, instead it was a figure of a man, exact to the finest detail, including the shocked look on his face. I shivered involuntarily, so that was the curse, to be turned into a doll.
I wanted to turn back, to escape back through the tunnel before the curse claimed me too, but I didn't. At the time I thought that it was because I was afraid to face the gang without some treasure, now I'm not so sure.
I started into the tomb, senses strained for even the most insignificant change. It wasn't long before I found it. As I walked I felt a change in the air, almost imperceptible at first but growing steadily, all around me there was a feeling of power. I looked around instinctively for something to hide behind but saw nothing that I thought could protect me. The power had built to an unbearable level now and the world was starting to loose its color. My head was pounding and I stumbled over to a golden table and set my lamp down. I sunk to my knees, holding my head with my right hand and bracing myself against the table with my left hand.
Darkness, everything was darkness. I was floating in the dark. "So this is what it's like, being a doll." I thought. "No." Panic, I was panicking, "This can't be how it ends." Around me the darkness was moving, I could see swirls of color, dark blues and purples, in what had been pitch black. "I WON'T END HERE!" I screamed. I'm not sure whether my body screamed too or whether it was just a scream in my mind. Around me the darkness shattered. I opened my eyes; I was back in my body, lying on the dust covered ground, breathing heavily, the lamplight flickering on the ceiling of the tomb.
I got up, feeling sick, and looked around. Everything seemed the same; the treasures were piled against the walls of the tomb, reflecting the flickering lamplight. Gold, lapis, many other precious things, this was a thief's dream come true, except for the nightmare darkness. Now I realized that everything was not the same as it had been; the feeling of gathering power and darkness that had panicked me earlier was gone. I looked around and found a sarcophagus, made out of gold and inlayed with precious stones. The hands of the sarcophagus were holding what appeared to be a stone slab, made out of some shiny black rock, set into this slab was what appeared to be an amulet, a golden ring with a triangle inside it and five metal chimes hanging down from the ring.
I walked over to the sarcophagus and stretched out my right hand, gingerly touching the ring. Was it my imagination or did I hear the sound of chimes? No, it couldn't be, the thing was set into the stone, it couldn't move. I'm not sure why but I felt strangely attracted to the ring. I took another step forward and tried to pull the ring from the stone it was set into. To my surprise the ring came free easily, jangling in my hand. I had only a moment to examine my prize before a trap door opened up in the floor beneath me and I plummeted into the darkness.
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Oooh, another cliffhanger, I think I'm getting the hang of these things.
Yami Bakura comes up and looks over what Yami Neko has written. "Not bad, but you should have me grabbing something else too.
Yami Neko: You mean you'd rather have gold and jewels than the ring?
Yami Bakura: That's not what I mean and you know it. I just think I'm a bit of a small timer in this story.
Yami Neko: (smiles sweetly) Would you rather I re-wrote it so you are lost in darkness forever?
Yami Bakura: Never mind.
Yami Neko: Good, never mess with the author. R&R please.
Once again, I don't own Yu-gi-oh or any of the ideas in my fic that come from Inu-Yasha. I don't own Ancient Egypt or any of the treasure therein. Don't you just love the copy and paste option on the computer?
Anyway last time Baku (Yami Bakura) got picked up by a gang of orphaned boys. As an initiation test they want young Baku to go into a pyramid and collect some of the treasure, there's only one problem; the pyramid is cursed and has a whole bunch of booby traps. How will Baku get out of this mess?
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I didn't realize I'd dozed off but the next thing I knew Malik was shaking me and telling me it was time to get up. I followed the others out of the hideout, through twists and turns in the city and finally out into the desert. From there we walked, I don't know how long, until we were facing a large stone pyramid. I had never seen a pyramid before. Even though it was dark under the light of the quarter moon the pyramid gleamed like a piece of the moon that had fallen to earth. The only part of the pyramid that wasn't covered in white stone was a marking over the entrance, a golden eye. I didn't know why at the time but that eye gave me a sense of foreboding. I didn't want to go in there; unfortunately with some of the larger boys standing next to me I didn't have a choice.
"Come here boy," the boss told me. I came over and looked expectantly at him, he handed me a bag with a drawstring, it was only big enough to hold one or two small pieces. "Your task is simple, bring back some loot in this bag, the drawstring is long enough so you can hang the bag around your neck." The boss nodded to one of the other boys and he came forward and offered me a lamp and a torch. "You'll need these to see in the dark, do you have a knife?"
"Yes."
"Good, strike it against this stone to create sparks and light the torches." The boss offered me a white stone; it was scratched, as if it had already been used for the purpose of making fire. "Malik, take this boy to the tunnel."
"Yes master," Malik grumbled. He led me toward the pyramid. We didn't go in through the entrance; we went a little way to the left of it. At first I didn't see anything strange, then I noticed that part of the stone wasn't stone at all; it was white cloth that concealed a hole in the pyramid wall. "That man's so arrogant, I can't stand him. I'd run away if I had any place to go. Mark my words Baku, someday I'm going to be called master, I won't be a worthless street boy forever." Malik turned and looked at me, his purple eyes serious. "Be careful in there Baku, so far no one has ever come out alive. If it looks like you might be killed, cursed or trapped if you go farther come back, I can distract the others long enough for you to get away. Good luck." Malik moved the rocks than anchored the sheet of cloth and revealed a tunnel that was big enough for me to crawl through.
I lit the lamp and started crawling through the tunnel, pushing the lamp ahead of me. I had been crawling for about ten minutes when I came to an opening in the tunnel, peering out I saw hieroglyphics decorating the walls. I got out of the tunnel and held up the lamp. I was in a large chamber, probably an antechamber. To my left I could see an unbroken seal, probably leading to the surface, to my right I saw another seal; this one was broken and probably led to the main burial chamber of the tomb. I looked around curiously, holding my lamp up to look at the walls. I could only read a few words of the hieroglyphics, there was a name mentioned over and over again, which I couldn't read. As I looked over the symbols I was shocked to see the symbols for game, darkness and monster. Was this person involved in the dark games? I shook my head, my white hair whipping around my face. No, how could that be, this tomb was hundreds of years old, how could the dark games have gone on that long? Wait a moment, hadn't Mother told me that yokai and other monsters had only started coming to earth when the dark games had started? In that case the dark games had probably been going on for hundreds of years, maybe even a millennium.
I looked over at another wall; it showed a man, probably the person buried in this tomb, surrounded by seven symbols; an inverted pyramid, a ring with a triangle in it, a necklace, a scepter, scales, an ankh, and a round ball. Beside each picture were hieroglyphs, probably telling the meaning of each of the symbols. I couldn't read them though. I looked around the picture at the hieroglyphs, there were the words for dark and game again, and another one, power. Then I had an idea, maybe the hieroglyphs said the items pictured would give the owner the power of the dark games.
I moved to another panel, this one had a more detailed picture of one of the items, the ring with a triangle in the middle and chimes hanging from it. I looked at the picture and the hieroglyphs underneath; it said something about finding power and about a curse. I couldn't make out any more.
I realized it was getting late and moved on to the main tomb. Cautiously I looked inside, the burial chamber was filled with gold and riches I examined the area that my lamp lit. There was an even coating of dust on everything. So the seal was broken but nothing had been touched, that was odd. I looked closer, there were some footprints in the dust coming from the antechamber where I had been but they stopped abruptly, there was no sign that the people who had made these footprints had turned around or even left the spot where the prints stopped. I shivered, was this the curse that Malik had mentioned? Suddenly something caught my eye at the spot where the footprints ended I saw a small shape on the ground. I wondered if the thief had tried to steal this and then been cursed and bent to examine it. As I got a good look at it I cried out in shock, this was no golden statue, instead it was a figure of a man, exact to the finest detail, including the shocked look on his face. I shivered involuntarily, so that was the curse, to be turned into a doll.
I wanted to turn back, to escape back through the tunnel before the curse claimed me too, but I didn't. At the time I thought that it was because I was afraid to face the gang without some treasure, now I'm not so sure.
I started into the tomb, senses strained for even the most insignificant change. It wasn't long before I found it. As I walked I felt a change in the air, almost imperceptible at first but growing steadily, all around me there was a feeling of power. I looked around instinctively for something to hide behind but saw nothing that I thought could protect me. The power had built to an unbearable level now and the world was starting to loose its color. My head was pounding and I stumbled over to a golden table and set my lamp down. I sunk to my knees, holding my head with my right hand and bracing myself against the table with my left hand.
Darkness, everything was darkness. I was floating in the dark. "So this is what it's like, being a doll." I thought. "No." Panic, I was panicking, "This can't be how it ends." Around me the darkness was moving, I could see swirls of color, dark blues and purples, in what had been pitch black. "I WON'T END HERE!" I screamed. I'm not sure whether my body screamed too or whether it was just a scream in my mind. Around me the darkness shattered. I opened my eyes; I was back in my body, lying on the dust covered ground, breathing heavily, the lamplight flickering on the ceiling of the tomb.
I got up, feeling sick, and looked around. Everything seemed the same; the treasures were piled against the walls of the tomb, reflecting the flickering lamplight. Gold, lapis, many other precious things, this was a thief's dream come true, except for the nightmare darkness. Now I realized that everything was not the same as it had been; the feeling of gathering power and darkness that had panicked me earlier was gone. I looked around and found a sarcophagus, made out of gold and inlayed with precious stones. The hands of the sarcophagus were holding what appeared to be a stone slab, made out of some shiny black rock, set into this slab was what appeared to be an amulet, a golden ring with a triangle inside it and five metal chimes hanging down from the ring.
I walked over to the sarcophagus and stretched out my right hand, gingerly touching the ring. Was it my imagination or did I hear the sound of chimes? No, it couldn't be, the thing was set into the stone, it couldn't move. I'm not sure why but I felt strangely attracted to the ring. I took another step forward and tried to pull the ring from the stone it was set into. To my surprise the ring came free easily, jangling in my hand. I had only a moment to examine my prize before a trap door opened up in the floor beneath me and I plummeted into the darkness.
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Oooh, another cliffhanger, I think I'm getting the hang of these things.
Yami Bakura comes up and looks over what Yami Neko has written. "Not bad, but you should have me grabbing something else too.
Yami Neko: You mean you'd rather have gold and jewels than the ring?
Yami Bakura: That's not what I mean and you know it. I just think I'm a bit of a small timer in this story.
Yami Neko: (smiles sweetly) Would you rather I re-wrote it so you are lost in darkness forever?
Yami Bakura: Never mind.
Yami Neko: Good, never mess with the author. R&R please.