Author's Note: Well here is Chapter 4. Sorry the last chapter was so bad,
but like I said it was my first Duel scene, so hopefully they will improve
as this story goes along. Now on with the fic.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. So don't sue, if you do all you would be getting is the pile of dust-bunnies hiding behind my monitor. Though I can't say that they would go along peacefully.
Warning: This chapter contains violence. do not like, do not read.
Chapter 4: Merciless Killings
He sat alone outside on the porch steps. Around him snowflakes fell in a silent and peaceful harmony, mocking his inner turmoil. In just a few days it would be the dreaded anniversary of the day he was sealed within the Ring. Bakura hated this time; it made him feel helpless and vulnerable. Maybe that was why he was revealing his past to Ryou.
Sighing, Bakura looked to the sky. He always found comfort in the stars; even in his darkest hours he would gaze upon them and find comfort. But there were no longer stars in the sky this night, only clouds. With another sigh he disappeared back into the Millennium Ring and his soul room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou awoke to the sound of his alarm. Glancing over to the clock he noticed it was 8 in the morning. He never used to get up this early on a weekend, but the one time he did sleep in after getting the Millennium Ring Bakura literally pulled him out of bed by the collar of his pajamas calling him lazy and worthless.
Stretching he got out of bed and quietly made his way down into the kitchen to eat breakfast. After getting a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice he sat at the table and quietly ate his food. After a few moments Bakura suddenly appeared next to his hikari, causing Ryou to almost choke on his juice.
"Are you alright?" Ryou stared dumbfounded at his yami. "I asked if you were alright." Bakura said again a bit more forcefully to which Ryou nodded.
It was a shock to him that his yami was actually asking if he was okay. Maybe, what happened last night wasn't a dream like he originally thought.
"Bakura?" Ryou whispered. "Bakura, what else happened in your past? I mean what happened after you seen that Shadow Game?" Bakura looked to him then sighed sadly before he sat in one of the other chairs.
"Well, as I said before little did I know that my life was about to change forever." He paused then, as if thinking of where to begin, then finally he began again.
"A few days had past since I witnessed that Shadow Game. My mother had asked me to go to the market for a loaf of bread..."
~*flashback*~
"Bakura."
"Yes momma."
"I need you to go to the market place and get some bread." Makare said as she placed a few coins in her son's hands.
"Yes momma." Bakura nodded and ran out of the house. He was glad to be able to leave their little house. After the night he came home late, the night he was with Malik, his Mother and Father both had scolded him and said he was to stay indoors until they told him otherwise. Yes, he was indeed glad to be out, even if it was just to run the market.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In the darkness of an alley a figure clocked in shadow watched as the boy left the house. Smirking he watched as the child turned a corner and disappeared from sight. Stepping forward he motioned for those behind him to follow him out of the alley.
"Zemti." said one of the men as he walked over to stand next to the leader of the group. "Shall we go after the boy?"
"No." Zemti answered. "Lord Jarah has other plans for the boy. We will capture him when he returns." a evil grin spread across his lips as he added ".returns to find his house destroyed and family dead."
The other man nodded, "So be it." He then motioned for the men to advance upon the house.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, Makare and Ankhu were seated at the small table discussing their son.
"He has been very quiet since he came home the other day." Ankhu said as he placed his chin in his hand.
"Perhaps we were to stern with him." Makare replied worry flashing across her gentle features.
"No." Ankhu said as he shook his head. "That is not it. it is more as if he is hiding something from us."
"But what would." Makare was cut off as a group of at least a dozen soldiers swarmed into the house, their weapons drawn.
"What is the meaning of this?" Ankhu said as he moved to stand protectively in front of his wife.
"Perhaps I can explain." Zemti said as he walked forward an evil glint in his eyes. "You see, your son witnessed a Shadow Game. And by the law of the game he is not allowed to live, for he not a duelist."
Ankhu's eyes widened at the same times as his wife's "A Shadow Game." He gasped. "You must be mistaken. I have not yet told my son about these games, but I assure you he knows better then to go near the temple when there is not a public gathering or service."
"Ah, but that is where you err. You son not only went to the temple but went to the forbidden levels." Makare gasped as Zemti said this.
"No." She whispered shaking her head in disbelief. "It cannot be."
"Yes." Zemti sneered as he motioned for his soldiers to advance upon the couple.
Ankhu watched helplessly as his wife was pulled away from him and forced to her knees.
"You should have better disciplined your son." Zemti said coldly. "Now!" He shouted to his men. "Kill them. in the name of the Pharaoh." The captured couple gasped at the last statement.
"Makare watched in horror as one of the soldiers stepped before her beloved and placed a curved dagger at his throat. She could not bear to watch her husband's dead, so she turned away tears filling her eyes. She heard her love's last words to her, as they started firm and strong then ended in a gurgle. She then felt a hand on her arm roughly turning her around and looked up to see Zemti. Makare stared at him, her eyes cold and unreadable.
Zemti smirked as he brought down his own dagger ending the woman's life.
~*End flashback*~
Bakura stopped and looked away, uncharacteristic tears brimming his eyes. He took a deep breath to steady himself and turned back to Ryou who was looking to him concerned.
"Didn't you have plans with Yugi today or something?" He asked changing the subject.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. So don't sue, if you do all you would be getting is the pile of dust-bunnies hiding behind my monitor. Though I can't say that they would go along peacefully.
Warning: This chapter contains violence. do not like, do not read.
Chapter 4: Merciless Killings
He sat alone outside on the porch steps. Around him snowflakes fell in a silent and peaceful harmony, mocking his inner turmoil. In just a few days it would be the dreaded anniversary of the day he was sealed within the Ring. Bakura hated this time; it made him feel helpless and vulnerable. Maybe that was why he was revealing his past to Ryou.
Sighing, Bakura looked to the sky. He always found comfort in the stars; even in his darkest hours he would gaze upon them and find comfort. But there were no longer stars in the sky this night, only clouds. With another sigh he disappeared back into the Millennium Ring and his soul room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou awoke to the sound of his alarm. Glancing over to the clock he noticed it was 8 in the morning. He never used to get up this early on a weekend, but the one time he did sleep in after getting the Millennium Ring Bakura literally pulled him out of bed by the collar of his pajamas calling him lazy and worthless.
Stretching he got out of bed and quietly made his way down into the kitchen to eat breakfast. After getting a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice he sat at the table and quietly ate his food. After a few moments Bakura suddenly appeared next to his hikari, causing Ryou to almost choke on his juice.
"Are you alright?" Ryou stared dumbfounded at his yami. "I asked if you were alright." Bakura said again a bit more forcefully to which Ryou nodded.
It was a shock to him that his yami was actually asking if he was okay. Maybe, what happened last night wasn't a dream like he originally thought.
"Bakura?" Ryou whispered. "Bakura, what else happened in your past? I mean what happened after you seen that Shadow Game?" Bakura looked to him then sighed sadly before he sat in one of the other chairs.
"Well, as I said before little did I know that my life was about to change forever." He paused then, as if thinking of where to begin, then finally he began again.
"A few days had past since I witnessed that Shadow Game. My mother had asked me to go to the market for a loaf of bread..."
~*flashback*~
"Bakura."
"Yes momma."
"I need you to go to the market place and get some bread." Makare said as she placed a few coins in her son's hands.
"Yes momma." Bakura nodded and ran out of the house. He was glad to be able to leave their little house. After the night he came home late, the night he was with Malik, his Mother and Father both had scolded him and said he was to stay indoors until they told him otherwise. Yes, he was indeed glad to be out, even if it was just to run the market.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In the darkness of an alley a figure clocked in shadow watched as the boy left the house. Smirking he watched as the child turned a corner and disappeared from sight. Stepping forward he motioned for those behind him to follow him out of the alley.
"Zemti." said one of the men as he walked over to stand next to the leader of the group. "Shall we go after the boy?"
"No." Zemti answered. "Lord Jarah has other plans for the boy. We will capture him when he returns." a evil grin spread across his lips as he added ".returns to find his house destroyed and family dead."
The other man nodded, "So be it." He then motioned for the men to advance upon the house.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, Makare and Ankhu were seated at the small table discussing their son.
"He has been very quiet since he came home the other day." Ankhu said as he placed his chin in his hand.
"Perhaps we were to stern with him." Makare replied worry flashing across her gentle features.
"No." Ankhu said as he shook his head. "That is not it. it is more as if he is hiding something from us."
"But what would." Makare was cut off as a group of at least a dozen soldiers swarmed into the house, their weapons drawn.
"What is the meaning of this?" Ankhu said as he moved to stand protectively in front of his wife.
"Perhaps I can explain." Zemti said as he walked forward an evil glint in his eyes. "You see, your son witnessed a Shadow Game. And by the law of the game he is not allowed to live, for he not a duelist."
Ankhu's eyes widened at the same times as his wife's "A Shadow Game." He gasped. "You must be mistaken. I have not yet told my son about these games, but I assure you he knows better then to go near the temple when there is not a public gathering or service."
"Ah, but that is where you err. You son not only went to the temple but went to the forbidden levels." Makare gasped as Zemti said this.
"No." She whispered shaking her head in disbelief. "It cannot be."
"Yes." Zemti sneered as he motioned for his soldiers to advance upon the couple.
Ankhu watched helplessly as his wife was pulled away from him and forced to her knees.
"You should have better disciplined your son." Zemti said coldly. "Now!" He shouted to his men. "Kill them. in the name of the Pharaoh." The captured couple gasped at the last statement.
"Makare watched in horror as one of the soldiers stepped before her beloved and placed a curved dagger at his throat. She could not bear to watch her husband's dead, so she turned away tears filling her eyes. She heard her love's last words to her, as they started firm and strong then ended in a gurgle. She then felt a hand on her arm roughly turning her around and looked up to see Zemti. Makare stared at him, her eyes cold and unreadable.
Zemti smirked as he brought down his own dagger ending the woman's life.
~*End flashback*~
Bakura stopped and looked away, uncharacteristic tears brimming his eyes. He took a deep breath to steady himself and turned back to Ryou who was looking to him concerned.
"Didn't you have plans with Yugi today or something?" He asked changing the subject.