Oh, I got reviewed, I'm so happy! I've only gotten two so far but thanks to
StarStruck and Black K for reviewing me.
OK, I just saw a fanart of what I think is probably Yami Bakura as he existed back in ancient Egypt, so I'll be gradually changing my Yami Bakura to resemble it. It's from a Japanese fanart page and (I hope) is based on what Yami Bakura looks like in the manga when he returns (he got defeated by Yami Malik in a dark game, sniff, Bakura is dead in Japan). Anyway if you guys want to see it it's at http://www.ne.jp/asahi/bokura/kukuretai/omoma-plan/plan/plan7-3.htm (while you're there look around, the site has a lot of yaoi fanart but if you don't mind that it's got some great stuff).
Sorry I haven't written in so long, partly it was from lack of reviews and partly from an overabundance of school work. Also I wanted to work on Kit's character before she really appears (she won't appear for at least a chapter or two though; I'm hoping she won't turn into a bad Mary Sue type character). Hopefully I'll update more after this.
Oh, right, evil disclaimer time. I don't own the rights to Yu-gi-oh. I didn't think up the idea of yokai but it is in a few Japanese things besides Inu-yasha. I don't own anything related to Egypt and I take no responsibility if any of the information presented in this fanfic on the subject is wrong.
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Yami Bakura:
I groaned as I woke up. Darkness all around me, that's right, I remembered now, I'd fallen down a trap door in the tomb. I cursed, my first job as a thief and I hadn't even gotten anything. Wait, I felt around until my hand hit something that jingled, yes I still had the ring, a lot of good it did me though.
I reached around my neck, the bag was torn and the flint had fallen out, I felt around until I felt something that was the right size and shape and took out my knife and torch. I struck the knife against the rock and was relieved to see sparks, quickly I lit my torch. I sighed, looking around the room, so there was a way out, or at least a door.
Just then I noticed some wetness on my right cheek, I reached up to feel my cheek and when I brought my hand back down the tips of my fingers were covered in blood. I had felt two or three gashes in my cheek, big ones, they would leave scars. My white Egyptian cloths were torn and dirty from the fall, my long white hair was a mess and I was dirty all over. My arms and legs also had a few scrapes, but nothing major; I wondered what I could have hit on the way down that would have caused the cuts on my cheek. I sucked my bloody fingers pensively as I wondered what to do.
I looked down at the floor, there was the ring where it had fallen, and its chimes lay at odd angles. I couldn't carry it in the bag, that had a hole big enough for the ring to slip through. The drawstring was OK, I could string it through the little loop at the top of the ring and wear it around my neck. It would look more conspicuous coming out of the tomb but I decided it didn't matter. I took off the bag and took out the drawstring; I thought about tossing the now useless bag aside but decided I could use it to staunch the bleeding on my cheek. I picked up the ring and carefully looped the drawstring through the little loop at the top, looking at it now I realized it was meant to be worn on a cord around someone's neck. Carefully I tied the string and slipped it around my neck. For a second I felt weird, as if I was filled with power, I wouldn't have been surprised if someone said I glowed for a moment, I'm pretty sure the ring did. The sensation faded quickly but I could still feel something in the back of my mind, a sense of power that I had never felt before.
I walked quickly toward the doorway and into a passage. It was leading upward, probably a tunnel used to dig this chamber, if I knew anything about pyramids there would be more traps or at least a maze. Something worried me though; why hadn't the tunnel been sealed when the chamber was completed? Something was wrong; it was almost as if the designer of this trap wanted the prey to escape.
Soon I realized this would not be as easy as I had hoped, the passageway branched in three directions. I raised my torch a little and looked down each, I couldn't see very far but I could see far enough to know that these passages also branched out. If I wasn't careful I could easily fall into another trap, this time I would probably die. Which way, I tried to close my eyes, I knew that whichever the true way was it would lead to the surface, maybe if I could find the direction that the fresh air was coming from I could find my way out. Nothing, no difference, I was so deep in the tomb that fresh air probably hadn't been down here in centuries. I had to find my way out, if I didn't die of starvation or thirst I would die from the stale air. I needed a way out, more than anything I needed a way out.
Suddenly something caught my attention, from my chest the millennium ring was glowing, two of the chimes had moved and were pointing toward the left passageway. The guidance of a magical item is better than no guidance at all, I went left. A few turns later and I was holding the ring in my hands. I had discovered that if I concentrated on the fact that I wanted a way out the ring would point toward one of many passages. I also realized that if I tried turning the ring so the points pointed in another direction they would drop and another one of the spikes would lift up to point at the same doorway. Interesting, so the millennium ring pointed in the direction of what I wanted to find. As I used it I became familiar with the feeling of using it, I knew the ring would not lead me wrong and I began to run in the direction the millennium ring pointed. As the passages progressed there were fewer side passages, obviously the others had been meant to trap thieves trapped in the trap.
I chuckled; the designer obviously didn't know the value of my ring. It was mine now, I could feel that it was. It had chosen me; it was more a part of me now than my body was. The ring was mine, it would always be mine.
I came to the end of the passage and found a trap door. Carefully I opened it and found that I was back in the treasure room, under a magnificent golden table. Well, I was here, I didn't have a sack anymore but that didn't mean I couldn't take as much loot as I could carry. Now I wouldn't even need to worry about going back through that little tunnel, the ring would get me out of this tomb without setting off any traps.
I looked around, and quickly settled on some gold jewelry including some necklaces, some bracelets, and some wrist and ankle bands that I could just wear out of the tomb. I looked around also picked up a long gold staff inlaid with lapis lazuli.
I decided it was time to leave, I couldn't really carry a lot of goods without a sack anyway. I wasn't worried, the curse would frighten my rivals away, and I was the only one who knew it was broken. On my way out I caught sight of a red and white cloak made of expensive cotton. Why not? It looked like my size and anyway the mummy didn't need it.
I walked jauntily out of the tomb. I paused at the tunnel. If I left through the main door it might make other thieves suspect that the curse was gone, on the other hand, if I left through the tunnel my "friends" would see how much I had gotten and try to take it from me. After all the trouble I had getting the ring I was definitely keeping it, and after that curse and trap I thought I deserved a little extra. Those cowards outside didn't deserve anything, I had done all the work, I had almost gotten turned into a doll, I was the one with two large cuts on my cheek, what had the others done to deserve even a gem of the pyramid's treasure.
I decided not to show off too much of my newfound power and take the thieves' tunnel. If any of my "friends" gave me trouble, well, I could test the power of the ring on them.
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Malik:
Baku had been gone a long time. The others had left about an hour ago, they had told me to watch the tunnel in case Baku tried to escape. I was hot and sweaty under the desert sun and my precious water skin was beginning to run low. If Baku didn't return soon I would have to head back to town or risk heat stroke.
"Damn, where has that Baku gone to? If the boss catches me in town without him I'll get punished. I hope he's not dead."
Before I could finish my sentence I saw the cloth shift and Baku started to emerge.
"There you are! I was worried, I thought something had happened to you."
"No, just had to get out of a trap or two." He said it so casually, as if he had been a great thief all his life, not some street kid that had been picked up earlier today.
"Wow, you've got a great haul! Come on, the boss will be pleased." I tried to pull him toward town. When he didn't budge I asked "What's wrong?"
"I'm not going back with you. I'm not in your gang, if anything you should be my lackeys, but I don't need lackeys, I don't need anyone." He paused and looked me strait in the eyes, for the first time I noticed the gashes on his right cheek. "If your boss wants treasure he can go into the tomb and get it himself. I'm a thief now, and I'm going to be the greatest tomb robber in Egypt, I don't need your help or your gang."
He broke away from me and started running across the desert. He was fast, surprisingly so, I couldn't catch up.
"Baku come back here! Baku!" It was too late, he was out of earshot. "Damn, I could have used him." I had planned to use the rumor that Baku had yokai blood and was powerful to gain leadership of the gang, perhaps someday become pharaoh.
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I noticed that the link buttons don't take you to the index of the Japanese fanart page so here is the address for the index page: http://www.ne.jp/asahi/bokura/kukuretai/index.html Once again this site has a lot of yaoi/shonen ai content so if you are uncomfortable looking at that you should avoid it. However if you aren't uncomfortable my only suggestion is to try everything.
OK, I just saw a fanart of what I think is probably Yami Bakura as he existed back in ancient Egypt, so I'll be gradually changing my Yami Bakura to resemble it. It's from a Japanese fanart page and (I hope) is based on what Yami Bakura looks like in the manga when he returns (he got defeated by Yami Malik in a dark game, sniff, Bakura is dead in Japan). Anyway if you guys want to see it it's at http://www.ne.jp/asahi/bokura/kukuretai/omoma-plan/plan/plan7-3.htm (while you're there look around, the site has a lot of yaoi fanart but if you don't mind that it's got some great stuff).
Sorry I haven't written in so long, partly it was from lack of reviews and partly from an overabundance of school work. Also I wanted to work on Kit's character before she really appears (she won't appear for at least a chapter or two though; I'm hoping she won't turn into a bad Mary Sue type character). Hopefully I'll update more after this.
Oh, right, evil disclaimer time. I don't own the rights to Yu-gi-oh. I didn't think up the idea of yokai but it is in a few Japanese things besides Inu-yasha. I don't own anything related to Egypt and I take no responsibility if any of the information presented in this fanfic on the subject is wrong.
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Yami Bakura:
I groaned as I woke up. Darkness all around me, that's right, I remembered now, I'd fallen down a trap door in the tomb. I cursed, my first job as a thief and I hadn't even gotten anything. Wait, I felt around until my hand hit something that jingled, yes I still had the ring, a lot of good it did me though.
I reached around my neck, the bag was torn and the flint had fallen out, I felt around until I felt something that was the right size and shape and took out my knife and torch. I struck the knife against the rock and was relieved to see sparks, quickly I lit my torch. I sighed, looking around the room, so there was a way out, or at least a door.
Just then I noticed some wetness on my right cheek, I reached up to feel my cheek and when I brought my hand back down the tips of my fingers were covered in blood. I had felt two or three gashes in my cheek, big ones, they would leave scars. My white Egyptian cloths were torn and dirty from the fall, my long white hair was a mess and I was dirty all over. My arms and legs also had a few scrapes, but nothing major; I wondered what I could have hit on the way down that would have caused the cuts on my cheek. I sucked my bloody fingers pensively as I wondered what to do.
I looked down at the floor, there was the ring where it had fallen, and its chimes lay at odd angles. I couldn't carry it in the bag, that had a hole big enough for the ring to slip through. The drawstring was OK, I could string it through the little loop at the top of the ring and wear it around my neck. It would look more conspicuous coming out of the tomb but I decided it didn't matter. I took off the bag and took out the drawstring; I thought about tossing the now useless bag aside but decided I could use it to staunch the bleeding on my cheek. I picked up the ring and carefully looped the drawstring through the little loop at the top, looking at it now I realized it was meant to be worn on a cord around someone's neck. Carefully I tied the string and slipped it around my neck. For a second I felt weird, as if I was filled with power, I wouldn't have been surprised if someone said I glowed for a moment, I'm pretty sure the ring did. The sensation faded quickly but I could still feel something in the back of my mind, a sense of power that I had never felt before.
I walked quickly toward the doorway and into a passage. It was leading upward, probably a tunnel used to dig this chamber, if I knew anything about pyramids there would be more traps or at least a maze. Something worried me though; why hadn't the tunnel been sealed when the chamber was completed? Something was wrong; it was almost as if the designer of this trap wanted the prey to escape.
Soon I realized this would not be as easy as I had hoped, the passageway branched in three directions. I raised my torch a little and looked down each, I couldn't see very far but I could see far enough to know that these passages also branched out. If I wasn't careful I could easily fall into another trap, this time I would probably die. Which way, I tried to close my eyes, I knew that whichever the true way was it would lead to the surface, maybe if I could find the direction that the fresh air was coming from I could find my way out. Nothing, no difference, I was so deep in the tomb that fresh air probably hadn't been down here in centuries. I had to find my way out, if I didn't die of starvation or thirst I would die from the stale air. I needed a way out, more than anything I needed a way out.
Suddenly something caught my attention, from my chest the millennium ring was glowing, two of the chimes had moved and were pointing toward the left passageway. The guidance of a magical item is better than no guidance at all, I went left. A few turns later and I was holding the ring in my hands. I had discovered that if I concentrated on the fact that I wanted a way out the ring would point toward one of many passages. I also realized that if I tried turning the ring so the points pointed in another direction they would drop and another one of the spikes would lift up to point at the same doorway. Interesting, so the millennium ring pointed in the direction of what I wanted to find. As I used it I became familiar with the feeling of using it, I knew the ring would not lead me wrong and I began to run in the direction the millennium ring pointed. As the passages progressed there were fewer side passages, obviously the others had been meant to trap thieves trapped in the trap.
I chuckled; the designer obviously didn't know the value of my ring. It was mine now, I could feel that it was. It had chosen me; it was more a part of me now than my body was. The ring was mine, it would always be mine.
I came to the end of the passage and found a trap door. Carefully I opened it and found that I was back in the treasure room, under a magnificent golden table. Well, I was here, I didn't have a sack anymore but that didn't mean I couldn't take as much loot as I could carry. Now I wouldn't even need to worry about going back through that little tunnel, the ring would get me out of this tomb without setting off any traps.
I looked around, and quickly settled on some gold jewelry including some necklaces, some bracelets, and some wrist and ankle bands that I could just wear out of the tomb. I looked around also picked up a long gold staff inlaid with lapis lazuli.
I decided it was time to leave, I couldn't really carry a lot of goods without a sack anyway. I wasn't worried, the curse would frighten my rivals away, and I was the only one who knew it was broken. On my way out I caught sight of a red and white cloak made of expensive cotton. Why not? It looked like my size and anyway the mummy didn't need it.
I walked jauntily out of the tomb. I paused at the tunnel. If I left through the main door it might make other thieves suspect that the curse was gone, on the other hand, if I left through the tunnel my "friends" would see how much I had gotten and try to take it from me. After all the trouble I had getting the ring I was definitely keeping it, and after that curse and trap I thought I deserved a little extra. Those cowards outside didn't deserve anything, I had done all the work, I had almost gotten turned into a doll, I was the one with two large cuts on my cheek, what had the others done to deserve even a gem of the pyramid's treasure.
I decided not to show off too much of my newfound power and take the thieves' tunnel. If any of my "friends" gave me trouble, well, I could test the power of the ring on them.
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Malik:
Baku had been gone a long time. The others had left about an hour ago, they had told me to watch the tunnel in case Baku tried to escape. I was hot and sweaty under the desert sun and my precious water skin was beginning to run low. If Baku didn't return soon I would have to head back to town or risk heat stroke.
"Damn, where has that Baku gone to? If the boss catches me in town without him I'll get punished. I hope he's not dead."
Before I could finish my sentence I saw the cloth shift and Baku started to emerge.
"There you are! I was worried, I thought something had happened to you."
"No, just had to get out of a trap or two." He said it so casually, as if he had been a great thief all his life, not some street kid that had been picked up earlier today.
"Wow, you've got a great haul! Come on, the boss will be pleased." I tried to pull him toward town. When he didn't budge I asked "What's wrong?"
"I'm not going back with you. I'm not in your gang, if anything you should be my lackeys, but I don't need lackeys, I don't need anyone." He paused and looked me strait in the eyes, for the first time I noticed the gashes on his right cheek. "If your boss wants treasure he can go into the tomb and get it himself. I'm a thief now, and I'm going to be the greatest tomb robber in Egypt, I don't need your help or your gang."
He broke away from me and started running across the desert. He was fast, surprisingly so, I couldn't catch up.
"Baku come back here! Baku!" It was too late, he was out of earshot. "Damn, I could have used him." I had planned to use the rumor that Baku had yokai blood and was powerful to gain leadership of the gang, perhaps someday become pharaoh.
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I noticed that the link buttons don't take you to the index of the Japanese fanart page so here is the address for the index page: http://www.ne.jp/asahi/bokura/kukuretai/index.html Once again this site has a lot of yaoi/shonen ai content so if you are uncomfortable looking at that you should avoid it. However if you aren't uncomfortable my only suggestion is to try everything.