Authors Note: I would like to welcome you to Chapter 3. I am having lots
of fun writing this story. Also, I got the chant that is used from the show
itself (well the dubbed version), and I have changed the way the monsters
are summoned. I am not too familiar with exactly how the game itself
works, so just bare with me here, I am doing what I can with the dueling
part. If you see any flaws please let me know. I hope you have found this
story interesting so far, and I will be trying to update it more often now.
Please R&R.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Chapter 3: The Shadow Game.
"Where are we going?"
"Just come on, we have to hurry."
After what seemed like forever to Bakura, Malik stopped behind the temple.
"Malik, what are we doing here?!" Bakura whispered harshly. 'This is off limits to commoners."
"I know that." Malik replied with a sly grin, pulling Bakura through the unguarded doorway. He then led them down a set of narrow and winding stairs that led to the lower levels of the temple. From there he pulled Bakura through a series of dank smelling passageways. Finally he stopped just before an open chamber. From within there came a soft chant that sent a shiver down Bakura's spine.
"Realms of Shadow in this twilight hour accept these souls and grant us power."
"Malik," he whispered "what do you suppose that means?"
"You will see soon enough. Now, be quite." He then pulled Bakura through the door and into the chamber.
The chamber was rather large and open. There were a few support pillars and upon them were intricate hieroglyphics. Bakura gazed about in awe, but what caught his attention was the group of men in the center. His eyes widened as he recognized one of the men as the High-Priest, Jarha. The High-Priest and another man then walked into the exact center of the chamber facing each other as the room began to fill with a dark purple and black mist. Bakura look to Malik fear clearly shown on his face.
"Malik.." He began to whisper, but his words were muffled as the mist surrounded them.
When his vision cleared Bakura found himself standing in the same chamber, but there was something different, something dark and evil. Looking over at Malik he found his friend leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and a sly grin playing on his lips.
"Malik, what happened?" Bakura whispered while moving next to the blonde Egyptian hidden in the shadows.
"We are in the Shadow Realm." He answered simply the same smile still on his lips.
"Shadow Realm?" Bakura whispered as he looked to the two men in the center of the chamber.
Jarah was a taller man with sharp features, which were accented by his finely trimmed chin length hair. He wore a robe of white trimmed with a deep blue and gold, and about his waist was tied a blue sash trimmed in gold. The other man was a noble and was clothed in a pleated shenit (1), his hair was finely cut so it was the length of his shoulders.
"Duel." They both said in unison. With that said the nobleman extended his right arm forward his hand facing up and out. "I summon the Blue-winged Crown (2) in attack."
From the shadows above Bakura and Malik a large bird seemed to materialize. The red feathers upon this bird's head seemed to resemble a crown and the feathers of its tail were the same red but were long and flowing. The body of the bird was filled with shimmering blue feathers, but when hit by the light they seemed to shine an eerie white. Its talons were sharp and fierce like its green eyes. With a sharp and piercing cry it landed before the one who summoned it.
"Memnon, I applaud you. But I summon Bottom Dweller (3) in attack."
Just like the monster before this one appeared from the shadows. This creature was a long serpent like monster with blue fins near its head and tail, and long its back. It's yellow eyes flashing with the desire to destroy all that were sent against it.
"Now, Bottom Dweller, attack the Blue-winged Crown." Jarah said as he pointed toward Memnon and his monster. With a loud screech the Bottom Dweller lashed its tail it the other monster. The Blue-winged Crown dodged the attack as it flew into the air then came sweeping down upon the Bottom Dweller. The battle lasted for a few more minutes, the Bottom Dwelling being the victor.
Bakura watched in silent awe as the two men continued to duel, neither wanting to give in. That was until Jarah summoned his most powerful monster, the Blue-eyes White Dragon.
"You summoned the Blue-eyes White Dragon.(4)" Memnon gasped his eyes wide with fear and awe.
The monsters before surely scared Bakura but the dragon standing before him multiplied the fear tenfold. The dragon was large, almost as tall as the room itself. It's snow white scales seemed to shimmer in the dim torchlight. It's claws and teeth were as sharp as any swords blade. Finally, there were its eyes, fierce and cold like the Artic ice. With a frightened yelp, Bakura backed into the wall.
"This duel ends now, and you lose my dear Memnon. Blue-eyes, white lightening attack!" With that the mighty dragon reared back its head sending forth a powerful blast of bright white light destroying both Memnon and his monster.
Bakura brought his arm up to shield his eyes from the light. When he was finally able to see again all that was left of Memnon and his monster were two piles of ash. He watched in horror as the High Priest kicked the pile of ash that was of the dead man.
"We should leave." Malik whispered as he nudged the stunned Bakura back toward the entrance of the chamber.
After a few moments one of the men who was watching the duel approached the High Priest.
"Lord Jarah, there were.."
"I know." Jarah cut him off with a raised hand.
"Should we go after them? After all they witnessed a Shadow Game."
"No. There are only two in the entire kingdom that have hair that light in color. It will be easy to find them."
"Yes, but if we attack them now.." he was once again cut off as the high Priest raised his hand.
"Leave the golden-haired one be, his father is a duelist after all. As for the other, he will be taken care of in time." With that Jarah strode out of the chamber a sly grin on his lips.
~*End flashback*~
"After we left that chamber little did I know that within the next few days my life would change forever. Bakura said sadly as he looked at Ryou.
"What happened?" Ryou asked as he tried to stifle a yawn.
"Later. You should go back to sleep." Bakura replied as he removed Ryou from his lap and placed him on the bed, brining the blankets up so the covered the small youth. After that was he turned and quietly left the room.
Ryou lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. What had suddenly brought on his yami's change of heart? He found it ironic that his thought made him think of his favorite card, the Change of Heart'. Never before had Bakura acted this way. Never before had he revealed anything about his past. Every time he tried to ask Bakura would either ignore him completely or give him a beating. But now, now Bakura was opening up to him, showing him things from his past and even being kind. Maybe, just maybe was a new start between him and his yami. With a slight smile he rolled over to his side and fell into his first peaceful sleep in months.
(1) shient- the skirts/kilts that males in Egypt often wore
(2) Blue-winged Crown: atk-1600 def-1200
(3) Bottom Dweller: atk- 1650 def-1700
(4) Blue-eyes White Dragon: atk-3000 def-2500
Author's Note: Yes another one. I am not to pleased about this chapter. It's too short and I have to improve on how I write my duel scenes. Also, I went back and changed Bakura's age in the second chapter. You will see why I did this in a later chapter. As for Jarah, he will also have a purpose as this story goes on. I thank you all for reading and please leave a review. Criticism is welcome and will be used to improve later chapters.
Thank a bunch!
~NightMaiden02
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Chapter 3: The Shadow Game.
"Where are we going?"
"Just come on, we have to hurry."
After what seemed like forever to Bakura, Malik stopped behind the temple.
"Malik, what are we doing here?!" Bakura whispered harshly. 'This is off limits to commoners."
"I know that." Malik replied with a sly grin, pulling Bakura through the unguarded doorway. He then led them down a set of narrow and winding stairs that led to the lower levels of the temple. From there he pulled Bakura through a series of dank smelling passageways. Finally he stopped just before an open chamber. From within there came a soft chant that sent a shiver down Bakura's spine.
"Realms of Shadow in this twilight hour accept these souls and grant us power."
"Malik," he whispered "what do you suppose that means?"
"You will see soon enough. Now, be quite." He then pulled Bakura through the door and into the chamber.
The chamber was rather large and open. There were a few support pillars and upon them were intricate hieroglyphics. Bakura gazed about in awe, but what caught his attention was the group of men in the center. His eyes widened as he recognized one of the men as the High-Priest, Jarha. The High-Priest and another man then walked into the exact center of the chamber facing each other as the room began to fill with a dark purple and black mist. Bakura look to Malik fear clearly shown on his face.
"Malik.." He began to whisper, but his words were muffled as the mist surrounded them.
When his vision cleared Bakura found himself standing in the same chamber, but there was something different, something dark and evil. Looking over at Malik he found his friend leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and a sly grin playing on his lips.
"Malik, what happened?" Bakura whispered while moving next to the blonde Egyptian hidden in the shadows.
"We are in the Shadow Realm." He answered simply the same smile still on his lips.
"Shadow Realm?" Bakura whispered as he looked to the two men in the center of the chamber.
Jarah was a taller man with sharp features, which were accented by his finely trimmed chin length hair. He wore a robe of white trimmed with a deep blue and gold, and about his waist was tied a blue sash trimmed in gold. The other man was a noble and was clothed in a pleated shenit (1), his hair was finely cut so it was the length of his shoulders.
"Duel." They both said in unison. With that said the nobleman extended his right arm forward his hand facing up and out. "I summon the Blue-winged Crown (2) in attack."
From the shadows above Bakura and Malik a large bird seemed to materialize. The red feathers upon this bird's head seemed to resemble a crown and the feathers of its tail were the same red but were long and flowing. The body of the bird was filled with shimmering blue feathers, but when hit by the light they seemed to shine an eerie white. Its talons were sharp and fierce like its green eyes. With a sharp and piercing cry it landed before the one who summoned it.
"Memnon, I applaud you. But I summon Bottom Dweller (3) in attack."
Just like the monster before this one appeared from the shadows. This creature was a long serpent like monster with blue fins near its head and tail, and long its back. It's yellow eyes flashing with the desire to destroy all that were sent against it.
"Now, Bottom Dweller, attack the Blue-winged Crown." Jarah said as he pointed toward Memnon and his monster. With a loud screech the Bottom Dweller lashed its tail it the other monster. The Blue-winged Crown dodged the attack as it flew into the air then came sweeping down upon the Bottom Dweller. The battle lasted for a few more minutes, the Bottom Dwelling being the victor.
Bakura watched in silent awe as the two men continued to duel, neither wanting to give in. That was until Jarah summoned his most powerful monster, the Blue-eyes White Dragon.
"You summoned the Blue-eyes White Dragon.(4)" Memnon gasped his eyes wide with fear and awe.
The monsters before surely scared Bakura but the dragon standing before him multiplied the fear tenfold. The dragon was large, almost as tall as the room itself. It's snow white scales seemed to shimmer in the dim torchlight. It's claws and teeth were as sharp as any swords blade. Finally, there were its eyes, fierce and cold like the Artic ice. With a frightened yelp, Bakura backed into the wall.
"This duel ends now, and you lose my dear Memnon. Blue-eyes, white lightening attack!" With that the mighty dragon reared back its head sending forth a powerful blast of bright white light destroying both Memnon and his monster.
Bakura brought his arm up to shield his eyes from the light. When he was finally able to see again all that was left of Memnon and his monster were two piles of ash. He watched in horror as the High Priest kicked the pile of ash that was of the dead man.
"We should leave." Malik whispered as he nudged the stunned Bakura back toward the entrance of the chamber.
After a few moments one of the men who was watching the duel approached the High Priest.
"Lord Jarah, there were.."
"I know." Jarah cut him off with a raised hand.
"Should we go after them? After all they witnessed a Shadow Game."
"No. There are only two in the entire kingdom that have hair that light in color. It will be easy to find them."
"Yes, but if we attack them now.." he was once again cut off as the high Priest raised his hand.
"Leave the golden-haired one be, his father is a duelist after all. As for the other, he will be taken care of in time." With that Jarah strode out of the chamber a sly grin on his lips.
~*End flashback*~
"After we left that chamber little did I know that within the next few days my life would change forever. Bakura said sadly as he looked at Ryou.
"What happened?" Ryou asked as he tried to stifle a yawn.
"Later. You should go back to sleep." Bakura replied as he removed Ryou from his lap and placed him on the bed, brining the blankets up so the covered the small youth. After that was he turned and quietly left the room.
Ryou lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. What had suddenly brought on his yami's change of heart? He found it ironic that his thought made him think of his favorite card, the Change of Heart'. Never before had Bakura acted this way. Never before had he revealed anything about his past. Every time he tried to ask Bakura would either ignore him completely or give him a beating. But now, now Bakura was opening up to him, showing him things from his past and even being kind. Maybe, just maybe was a new start between him and his yami. With a slight smile he rolled over to his side and fell into his first peaceful sleep in months.
(1) shient- the skirts/kilts that males in Egypt often wore
(2) Blue-winged Crown: atk-1600 def-1200
(3) Bottom Dweller: atk- 1650 def-1700
(4) Blue-eyes White Dragon: atk-3000 def-2500
Author's Note: Yes another one. I am not to pleased about this chapter. It's too short and I have to improve on how I write my duel scenes. Also, I went back and changed Bakura's age in the second chapter. You will see why I did this in a later chapter. As for Jarah, he will also have a purpose as this story goes on. I thank you all for reading and please leave a review. Criticism is welcome and will be used to improve later chapters.
Thank a bunch!
~NightMaiden02