First time writer: I LOVE reviews. And suggestions. Love suggestions. Um I
am very new at this but have written about 12 stories but never published.
Even ask SparkyKnight she'll tell ya how many I've written. I personally
think I CAN'T write and I really suck at summaries. I am OPENED MINED so
this IS a yaoi fic! THIS IS THE WARNING YAOI YAOI YAOI (oh did I mention
YAOI!!!) There. Oh and I don't see why I can't own YGO but I'm most likely
too poor to own them.
It's a Bakera/Ryou fic this chapter is a flashback of when Ryou and Bakera FRIST met in Egypt! Ok?
LAST CHAPTER~ Bakera is abusing Ryou only, unaware to him, because Ryou lets him. Now that Ryou finally fought back Bakera's sitting him down and telling Ryou about the past. When Ryou was a witch. *Evil Cackles*
Ru Ke~*~*~*
Bakera ran even though he knew he wasn't seen. Bakera ran all the way out in the cool night of the Egyptian sands. The moon came down upon him softly, making him glow.
Bakera slowed to a jog, his breathing steadied.
He was wearing a blood read robe, matching his eyes with a white hood on loosely on his pure white hair in which had a silver tint in it when the moon hit.
This looked odd, on tan skin almost a wood brown, but unique.
He had his new loot on him. A gold belt across his chest since it was too big for his waist and necklace loosely on his neck hanging off his shoulder from running with bracelets on his wrists.
A dagger, his only weapon hanging on his own belt. That held his white tunic on.
Bakera climbed up a tall sand dun. He blinked once. Twice. Three times surly he wasn't seeing this. There was a forest. It was tall and twisting in all directions. Bakera has never seen so much wood in one place especially in Egypt.
Bakera slowly and carefully climbed down the dun. He squinted at what he saw in the near center closer to him. It was smoke. Smoke means chimney. A chimney means a house. Why was there a house here? Hell why was a full on forest here!?
Once Bakera hit the bottom he started toward the forest. There was a gentle wind coming from the forest. It was gentle but strong enough to carry a whisper.
"Hal Eradea (1), goddess of the east, powers of air, I invoke you and call upon you by the breath that is her spirit send forth your light."
And at that very moment the suns rays spilled from the east and past Bakera into the forests.
Bakera's eyes widen in amazement. Who said that? Against Bakera's better judgment he started down the path toward the whisper he had heard.
He didn't need to walk to far. After about two minutes he started to smell something sweet with a scent of spices.
"Ah Crescent could you grab some of that herb next to you?" came a soft voice.
Bakera stopped and look in the direction of the voice, from his left. The smell came from everywhere; it must be these plants, thought Bakera.
Again, against Bakera's better judgment, He followed the voice.
Bakera's jaw dropped at person that the voice came from.
His hair the same style as Bakera's but was a jet black and his skin was a pearl white.
He had yellow eyes and a silver charm hanging from his forehead.
It was an upright star with a circle around it; it was hanging from a thin chain from atop his head, hidden in his tick hair.
He wore a plain black robe. A cat was with him. But this cat was white, even more unusual in Egypt, There were black but not white.
Even stranger the cat had a black dot on his forehead. Bakera squinted and saw it was a crescent moon. Ah, that must be Crescent, thought Bakera.
The cat's midnight blue eyes caught Bakera's blood red ones looking at her master. She hissed. The person gasped and looked toward the direction the cat hissed. His left.
The two males caught were in a staring contest.
The black clad boy was the first to break the connection and stood up. He dusted off his robes and picked up his basket full off herbs and other greenery. He spoke up.
"If you may follow me, I shell take you to my home, you must be tired, the nearest town is about twelve miles from here." He said in a soft and gentle voice.
Bakera blinked. Then nodded. He didn't know he had been running that long.
"Come Crescent." He whispered.
Once they made it to the heart of the forest Bakera saw a house, well it looked like a cottage but was big enough to be a house.
"What is your name?"
Bakera subconsciously licked his lips asking himself if he should trust this person.
"I'm not sure if I can trust you." He answered finally.
The person finally got a look of him, before he only saw his eyes and saw Bakera was trustworthy, he could tell this person (Bakera) could keep secrets well.
Since then he has been avoiding on looking at him.
"I don't have anyone to tell."
Bakera gave his a skeptic look and spoke. "Bakera."
"Ru Ke." He answered with a smile. There came a soft mew. "Oh and this is Crescent."
Ru Ke turned and stepped into the house. Bakera followed, but was stopped by a force field of some kind.
Bakera gasped. Ru Ke giggled.
"I'm sorry I forgot about that." He giggled, "You may enter Bakera."
Bakera quailed an eyebrow and stepped in with no problems.
"It's so that no one can come in without me knowing." He giggled, "Sorry, I should have warned you. I didn't since you're my first visitor."
Ru Ke sat down at a table and gestured toward another seat. "Sit."
"So, why is the most dangerous tomb robber visiting me anyway?" asked Ru Ke.
Bakera chocked. "How did you know?"
Ru Ke smiled. "I may not get visitors and don't go out much but enough to know the dangers."
"I was just running my night route, a bit farther than normal and I heard, who I believe was you, and poof I'm here." Bakera answered.
"What were you doing anyway?"
Pronounced: Ee Ra Dee Ya
Chapter two done! There's more to come! If you want me to anyway. I think I'm doing okay and YES I AM DOING RESEACH! Not all witches serve the devil and witches are real. There's more in this day of age than any other! The chant's real and most of this is made up. MOST IS SOME IS'NT! Ok just so you know..
Please Review!
It's a Bakera/Ryou fic this chapter is a flashback of when Ryou and Bakera FRIST met in Egypt! Ok?
LAST CHAPTER~ Bakera is abusing Ryou only, unaware to him, because Ryou lets him. Now that Ryou finally fought back Bakera's sitting him down and telling Ryou about the past. When Ryou was a witch. *Evil Cackles*
Ru Ke~*~*~*
Bakera ran even though he knew he wasn't seen. Bakera ran all the way out in the cool night of the Egyptian sands. The moon came down upon him softly, making him glow.
Bakera slowed to a jog, his breathing steadied.
He was wearing a blood read robe, matching his eyes with a white hood on loosely on his pure white hair in which had a silver tint in it when the moon hit.
This looked odd, on tan skin almost a wood brown, but unique.
He had his new loot on him. A gold belt across his chest since it was too big for his waist and necklace loosely on his neck hanging off his shoulder from running with bracelets on his wrists.
A dagger, his only weapon hanging on his own belt. That held his white tunic on.
Bakera climbed up a tall sand dun. He blinked once. Twice. Three times surly he wasn't seeing this. There was a forest. It was tall and twisting in all directions. Bakera has never seen so much wood in one place especially in Egypt.
Bakera slowly and carefully climbed down the dun. He squinted at what he saw in the near center closer to him. It was smoke. Smoke means chimney. A chimney means a house. Why was there a house here? Hell why was a full on forest here!?
Once Bakera hit the bottom he started toward the forest. There was a gentle wind coming from the forest. It was gentle but strong enough to carry a whisper.
"Hal Eradea (1), goddess of the east, powers of air, I invoke you and call upon you by the breath that is her spirit send forth your light."
And at that very moment the suns rays spilled from the east and past Bakera into the forests.
Bakera's eyes widen in amazement. Who said that? Against Bakera's better judgment he started down the path toward the whisper he had heard.
He didn't need to walk to far. After about two minutes he started to smell something sweet with a scent of spices.
"Ah Crescent could you grab some of that herb next to you?" came a soft voice.
Bakera stopped and look in the direction of the voice, from his left. The smell came from everywhere; it must be these plants, thought Bakera.
Again, against Bakera's better judgment, He followed the voice.
Bakera's jaw dropped at person that the voice came from.
His hair the same style as Bakera's but was a jet black and his skin was a pearl white.
He had yellow eyes and a silver charm hanging from his forehead.
It was an upright star with a circle around it; it was hanging from a thin chain from atop his head, hidden in his tick hair.
He wore a plain black robe. A cat was with him. But this cat was white, even more unusual in Egypt, There were black but not white.
Even stranger the cat had a black dot on his forehead. Bakera squinted and saw it was a crescent moon. Ah, that must be Crescent, thought Bakera.
The cat's midnight blue eyes caught Bakera's blood red ones looking at her master. She hissed. The person gasped and looked toward the direction the cat hissed. His left.
The two males caught were in a staring contest.
The black clad boy was the first to break the connection and stood up. He dusted off his robes and picked up his basket full off herbs and other greenery. He spoke up.
"If you may follow me, I shell take you to my home, you must be tired, the nearest town is about twelve miles from here." He said in a soft and gentle voice.
Bakera blinked. Then nodded. He didn't know he had been running that long.
"Come Crescent." He whispered.
Once they made it to the heart of the forest Bakera saw a house, well it looked like a cottage but was big enough to be a house.
"What is your name?"
Bakera subconsciously licked his lips asking himself if he should trust this person.
"I'm not sure if I can trust you." He answered finally.
The person finally got a look of him, before he only saw his eyes and saw Bakera was trustworthy, he could tell this person (Bakera) could keep secrets well.
Since then he has been avoiding on looking at him.
"I don't have anyone to tell."
Bakera gave his a skeptic look and spoke. "Bakera."
"Ru Ke." He answered with a smile. There came a soft mew. "Oh and this is Crescent."
Ru Ke turned and stepped into the house. Bakera followed, but was stopped by a force field of some kind.
Bakera gasped. Ru Ke giggled.
"I'm sorry I forgot about that." He giggled, "You may enter Bakera."
Bakera quailed an eyebrow and stepped in with no problems.
"It's so that no one can come in without me knowing." He giggled, "Sorry, I should have warned you. I didn't since you're my first visitor."
Ru Ke sat down at a table and gestured toward another seat. "Sit."
"So, why is the most dangerous tomb robber visiting me anyway?" asked Ru Ke.
Bakera chocked. "How did you know?"
Ru Ke smiled. "I may not get visitors and don't go out much but enough to know the dangers."
"I was just running my night route, a bit farther than normal and I heard, who I believe was you, and poof I'm here." Bakera answered.
"What were you doing anyway?"
Pronounced: Ee Ra Dee Ya
Chapter two done! There's more to come! If you want me to anyway. I think I'm doing okay and YES I AM DOING RESEACH! Not all witches serve the devil and witches are real. There's more in this day of age than any other! The chant's real and most of this is made up. MOST IS SOME IS'NT! Ok just so you know..
Please Review!
