Leoht Doerc
By Kaehimi
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
"The Pages"
Bakura lifted the cover of the book, and a strong gust of wind blew out from it. Gasping in shock, Bakura slammed it shut. Panting with the sudden burst of surprise, Bakura stared at the book. "Mother," he whispered, "This is no ordinary book, is it?"
Somewhere, his mother nodded an affirmative. No, indeed it was not normal. Bakura didn't know when it started exactly, but for the past while he had been able to sense his mother. It comforted him.
Bakura realized that he had slowly backed away from the book. It looked so innocent; leather cover still in the same position as it was before the wind. Bakura took a deep breath, telling himself his mother would never give him something that would harm him. He stepped toward it, using all his will.
Every movement was agony. Bakura's instincts were blaring that the book was danger, and it would bring no good should be open it. The world spun and Bakura was on the floor. He paused to glare at the book, but decided he would find out about his Yami, no matter what.
Bakura never trusted his Yami, and he doubted he ever would. However, being the kind soul he was, he thought that everyone deserved a chance. Suddenly, Bakura was in front of the book. With trembling hands he once again opened it.
A huge blast of air exploded from it, and Bakura stared in shock as the same metallic liquid that had brought Yami Bakura back from the Afterlife spiraled upward. It took form, ever so slowly, of a figure clothed in shadows. "Come," the figure spoke, with a voice more hiss that word. "You have asked for the life of the one known to mortals as Yami Bakura. You shall have it."
Shivering all over, Bakura gaped in horror at the...thing. Something within him forced his arm to rise, and then clasp the figure's fingers in a tight grasp. Bakura swallowed his fear and he was pulled from the living world.
Lapse of Time...
Bakura awoke in a sandy desert, coughing up dirt. 'Where am I?' He thought, and tried to get the words out, but he found no sounds formed from his lips.
{You are in the past.} Bakura looked around him, but did not see anything. He looked up and saw the figure hovering. Bakura shaded his eyes from the glaring sun and examined his guide. Even with the sunlight streaming around it in every direction, the figure still held a dark cloud around it. His tattered robes were wisps of shadow, his face unknown blackness.
Bakura nodded understanding and lay down on the sand. Soon, he was asleep.
Lapse of Time...
Bakura woke up and was about to ask another question telepathically when a sound caught his attention. The strange part was, he recognized the voice.
"I will be back...with food..." Bakura gazed off in the distance and his pupils widened in shock as he saw his Yami speaking to a crocodile. He had donned a cloak and was walking slowly towards a lone house not too far off in the distance.
'Where is he going? What does he mean?' Bakura's mind flooded with questions, and the figure looked down at him.
{Come, we shall follow him. We shall watch his victory.} The figure flew off into the night and Bakura followed it.
Yami Bakura arrived at a house, and went in. The figure stopped and waited outside. {I would not suggest you enter,} It recommended.
Bakura looked at it in confusion, and then back at the doorway in which his Yami had entered through. 'I don't under-' He was cut off by a scream. Bakura involuntarily shuddered violently and covered his ears. 'What is he doing?!' He thought, and the figure answered.
{He is slaughtering his old companions.} There was a pause. (Let us return to his tomb. We shall wait for him there.}
Lapse of Time...
Bakura and his guide had been floating around the pyramid for a while before Yami Bakura returned. He was dragging a man by the collar behind him. The man appeared to be knocked out and had several gashes across his face. Bakura tried to look away but found he could not move. {This is important. You must open your eyes and accept it.} The figure told him.
Bakura did not have a chance to answer, as Yami Bakura stopped and threw the man down in the sand in front of him.
"Hello again. It has been quite a while..." Yami Bakura leaned down and pulled the man's head back by the hair. He knelt by him and whispered something in his ear that Bakura did not catch.
It must have been something important, because the man immediately tried to jump up. Yami Bakura stopped him with a solid punch to the nose. "No, don't try that." He said before getting up. The man ignored him, and tried again. This time, Yami Bakura kicked him in the stomach.
Bakura's eyes would not obey him. They would not close, they would not move. The abuse worsened.
"You thought you could get away with just two lost slaves?" Yami Bakura asked. "One lost, one poisoned." He shook his head and waved his finger back and forth, as if scolding. "You should know better than that," Yami Bakura kicked him again. "Isn't. That. Right?" Each word was punctuated with a kick.
'He's going to kill him if he keeps this up!' Although they would not close, Bakura's eyes listened to his command to widen in shock.
{Of course. This is why you need to watch.}
Now Yami Bakura had drawn a dagger. He licked the smooth metallic blade and grinned maliciously. "This will be very entertaining." He smirked.
What he did next caused Bakura to lose all the meals he had eaten.
Kaehimi: I'm alive, just very busy. I apologize for the horrible chapter; I will finish this story. And if anyone cares to know, my boyfriend is a [words that will be removed for the sake of the rating].
