Authors note: Chapter 2. For all notes and disclaimers please see chapter
1. Thank you and Enjoy the chapter
Chapter 2: Out to Play
Bakura breathed in deeply and let it out as a slow breath, steadying himself for the memories that he was about to reveal. He never told anyone about his past; he himself did not even like to remember it. Sure he had some pleasant memories, but those were few and far apart. Then with a soft sigh he began to speak..
"When I was little my family was killed."
~*flashback*~
A boy about the age of 13 sat at a roughly cut wooden table, eating the small meal with his mother. The boy's features were sharp and the slight desert breeze that was blowing through the house caused his white hair to drift in front of his deep brown eyes.
"Bakura?" A soft female voice asked.
"Yes momma?"
"Could you fetch the jar of water?" The boy, Bakura, smiled and got up from his seat and went to the end of the room to fetch the jug that was on the other table. Bringing it back he smiled up at his mother.
His mother was of light complexion and her hair was light compared to the rest of those living in Egypt. Bakura on the other hand was a near albino, his skin was extremely pale and his hair was almost completely white. The only thing that kept him from the classification of being an albino were his eyes, which were the color of chocolate. Both female and male envied his beauty. Bakura's sharp features where inherited from his father, who was a tall lithe, man whose eye color matched that of his son's. His hair was like the black of night highlighted with the soft light of the stars.
"Mother, when will Father be home?" He asked turning his head to look at the door.
"Soon little one, soon." After a long pause a figure appeared at the door.
"Papa!" Bakura yelled as he ran to greet his father.
"Hello, my son." The man said as he swept his are around the boy, embracing him "I trust your day has been well." He smiled at the boy in his arms. Bakura nodded.
"Ankhu how was the day at the market?" Bakura's Mother, Makare, asked her husband.
"The usual, but there seemed to be more guards around than normal." He answered as he let go of Bakura.
"That is unusual." Makare replied, "There could be a thief about, but let's not worry about that. Come, finish the meal with us." She motioned for her husband to follow her to the table.
Bakura turned to look at his parents. "Mother, Father, may I go out to play?"
"Only for a few hours Bakura." His mother said with a smile. Bakura nodded and ran out the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bakura gazed at the sky as he walked along the road. From what his father taught him about the position of the sun, he estimated that there was about three hours of daylight left.
"Bakura." A voice called from behind, turning around Bakura saw Malik standing a few feet away from him.
Like himself Malik had light colored hair, but his was a pale blonde instead of white, and his skin was tanned like the desert sands. And unlike most Egyptians, Malik's eyes were an icy blue.
"Malik." Bakura called back running to greet his friend. "Malik, I was just going to see if you were home."
"Now you don't have to look." Malik laughed.
The two boys spent the next two hours running and laughing through the streets of the market. Their day turned especially interesting when Malik decided that it would be fun to steal two apples from one of the sellers. The vender ran after the two boys only to be stopped by a hidden trip wire and a bucket of water. Laughing at the expression on the man's face Malik and Bakura walked away from the market area.
"Bakura, I have to show you something." Malik said as he pulled Bakura toward one of temples.
"Malik, I really should be going home." Bakura replied as he tried to pull away.
"Don't worry so much Bakura, all will be fine. Now let's go." He then tugged on Bakura's sleeve and started to drag him towards the temple.
Author's Note #2: Hehehe a cliffhanger. I bet you are wonder where Malik is taking Bakura. Well in order to find out you will have to stay tuned for the next chapter. Yes, I know Malik was not in Ancient Egypt, but again I say this is MY version of their pasts. So, if I want Malik to be in Ancient Egypt, he can be in Ancient Egypt. As for the story, yes I know the first two chapters were slow, but things will start to pick up in Chapter 3. Ja-ne Mina-san! And please be nice and leave a review.
Chapter 2: Out to Play
Bakura breathed in deeply and let it out as a slow breath, steadying himself for the memories that he was about to reveal. He never told anyone about his past; he himself did not even like to remember it. Sure he had some pleasant memories, but those were few and far apart. Then with a soft sigh he began to speak..
"When I was little my family was killed."
~*flashback*~
A boy about the age of 13 sat at a roughly cut wooden table, eating the small meal with his mother. The boy's features were sharp and the slight desert breeze that was blowing through the house caused his white hair to drift in front of his deep brown eyes.
"Bakura?" A soft female voice asked.
"Yes momma?"
"Could you fetch the jar of water?" The boy, Bakura, smiled and got up from his seat and went to the end of the room to fetch the jug that was on the other table. Bringing it back he smiled up at his mother.
His mother was of light complexion and her hair was light compared to the rest of those living in Egypt. Bakura on the other hand was a near albino, his skin was extremely pale and his hair was almost completely white. The only thing that kept him from the classification of being an albino were his eyes, which were the color of chocolate. Both female and male envied his beauty. Bakura's sharp features where inherited from his father, who was a tall lithe, man whose eye color matched that of his son's. His hair was like the black of night highlighted with the soft light of the stars.
"Mother, when will Father be home?" He asked turning his head to look at the door.
"Soon little one, soon." After a long pause a figure appeared at the door.
"Papa!" Bakura yelled as he ran to greet his father.
"Hello, my son." The man said as he swept his are around the boy, embracing him "I trust your day has been well." He smiled at the boy in his arms. Bakura nodded.
"Ankhu how was the day at the market?" Bakura's Mother, Makare, asked her husband.
"The usual, but there seemed to be more guards around than normal." He answered as he let go of Bakura.
"That is unusual." Makare replied, "There could be a thief about, but let's not worry about that. Come, finish the meal with us." She motioned for her husband to follow her to the table.
Bakura turned to look at his parents. "Mother, Father, may I go out to play?"
"Only for a few hours Bakura." His mother said with a smile. Bakura nodded and ran out the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bakura gazed at the sky as he walked along the road. From what his father taught him about the position of the sun, he estimated that there was about three hours of daylight left.
"Bakura." A voice called from behind, turning around Bakura saw Malik standing a few feet away from him.
Like himself Malik had light colored hair, but his was a pale blonde instead of white, and his skin was tanned like the desert sands. And unlike most Egyptians, Malik's eyes were an icy blue.
"Malik." Bakura called back running to greet his friend. "Malik, I was just going to see if you were home."
"Now you don't have to look." Malik laughed.
The two boys spent the next two hours running and laughing through the streets of the market. Their day turned especially interesting when Malik decided that it would be fun to steal two apples from one of the sellers. The vender ran after the two boys only to be stopped by a hidden trip wire and a bucket of water. Laughing at the expression on the man's face Malik and Bakura walked away from the market area.
"Bakura, I have to show you something." Malik said as he pulled Bakura toward one of temples.
"Malik, I really should be going home." Bakura replied as he tried to pull away.
"Don't worry so much Bakura, all will be fine. Now let's go." He then tugged on Bakura's sleeve and started to drag him towards the temple.
Author's Note #2: Hehehe a cliffhanger. I bet you are wonder where Malik is taking Bakura. Well in order to find out you will have to stay tuned for the next chapter. Yes, I know Malik was not in Ancient Egypt, but again I say this is MY version of their pasts. So, if I want Malik to be in Ancient Egypt, he can be in Ancient Egypt. As for the story, yes I know the first two chapters were slow, but things will start to pick up in Chapter 3. Ja-ne Mina-san! And please be nice and leave a review.