Camii: Thanx Misura!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter San, The First Deadly Secret Pt.1, Deadly Scerets
Bakura stumbled as he found himself in the cold Shadow Realm, it had been quite awhile since he had been here, yet vague signs reminded him of his recent battle…
~*~
The Battle City had come to a close, as Yami and Yugi had emerged victorius, which no one had doubted greatly.
A mild August's breeze shook the trees slightly as Yugi emerged victories from the Battle City tournament, Kaiba had dueled him in the last match, but he had regretfully given Yugi Obelisk. As for the others, they had fallen apart as a group, betraying Yugi…leaving for their own selfish needs…
Bakura walked down the streets of a dark cold Domino City, he walked down a particularly dark street as he saw the glow of only which could be a Sennen Item. To his guess, it was the one, the only, Marik.
'What do you want'
'To challenge you to a Duel Of Fate, tomb robber'
'I accept'
The dark Domino street disappeared around them, now replaced by the dank walls of the Shadow Realm. Bakura drew his sword, as did Marik.
'We fight for the right to live, tomb robber'
The Duel began, as Bakura began fighting for his life. Marik was a skilled fighter, as he had expected, but he knew that he still had a life to live…he still had Ryou….he couldn't be defeated….he cornered Marik, as he sank down to the ground, dropping his sword…
'you won't do it tomb robber' he spat out, 'you, unlike me, don't like the kill, you have to enjoy it'
'Shut your trap Marik, I'll do it I swear I will' Bakura said, tightening his grip on the sword.
Marik cheek was bleeding, as he wiped away the blood, continually pouring from the wound…he sat up…slowly taking his sword in his hand, Bakura backed away, ready to let him stand up. He wasn't going to kill Marik as he was so delightedly giving away his life, he wanted to kill him when he was fighting.
Marik got up suddenly, catching Bakura off guard and slamming him into the wall behind them. Bakura quickly rebounded, pretending to trip him. Marik moved away, his attention not on Bakura.
It was the golden opportunity.
Bakura an towards Marik, sword ready at hand. He stopped right in front of Marik. The sword ripped through his insides…it was the most horrible sound he ever heard in his life…Marik stay suspended on the sword…his body now limp…his blank eyes looking at him…he took the sword out of his body…Marik falling with a thud on the cold bloody floor…
He had certainly thought that he'd never had to deal with Marik again…
How wrong he was…
~*~
He looked around, all was quite. He walked fast, turning ever couple corners, till he found a very large room. All around the room were Egyptian hieroglyphs, and he spotted the Millennium Alter, and then…
Malik….
He held his breath looking around the room for any sign of Ryou. He looked to his right…Ryou hung suspended on a metal backboard, held by rusty chains.. Bakura couldn't see his face but his body shivered as he looked at his cut wrists and ankles…blood seeping down into a pool at the base of the metal board. ..
'Ryou' he whispered…'Ryou'
He didn't even look up…he was probably already dead.
He looked back at Malik who, by the looks of it was also brandishing a large sword, looking at his reflection, with a smirk on his face. Bakura stared at him, thinking about any possible plan. Malik's expression changed. His icy-cold voice brought shivers to Bakura's body.
'so we meet again, Bakura' Malik said as he turned around, still not making eye contact with Bakura, his hands busy with the sword.
'let Ryou go Malik' Bakura unsteady voice answered
'I can't do that'
'why not?' A temple in Bakura's head, throbbed painfully as he fought to keep himself calm.
'without the blood of a hikari I can't bring back my dark'
'you won't do it, I won't let you' Bakura spat, now taking out his sword and threatening Malik with its sharp blade..
'I'm not scared of death, Bakura, I have nothing to lose, however, you, Bakura, have everything to lose' he cackled madly, dropping his polishing cloth and holding up the sword to Bakura's.
He lunged it at Bakura, but he took a step back, coming closer to Ryou.
'I'll give you a chance, Bakura, maybe you can free your hikari before you die'
He walked to the alter, dropping his sword, Bakura looked shocked…
He looked at Ryou, helplessly dangling…dying…
He ran up to him, lifting his chin up with his fingers….Ryou whispered
'please…Bakura…help me…free my soul…'
Bakura nodded, holding to sword steadily and hitting the chains around the wrists of his hikari.
~*~
I look around, he is helping his hikari, both soon will die…
He is cutting the chains that hold the hikari still…he has one left, and he can't cut it…its my chance….I walk behind him, slowly and quietly picking up the sword…walking behind Bakura…he still isn't paying attention…he gets ready to strike the chains again…I am behind him now….I lung the sword into his back…his sword cuts the chains…he stumbles…catching Ryou as he falls…he takes his sword….holding it to me as if it is threatening now…I laugh mentally…he stumbles to get up..leaving his hikari on the ground…his families sword in both hands…them trembling to keep steady…
'I won't die…Malik' he said quietly, seems to me that it is hard to speak once his insides have been cut through…
~*~
Will Bakura live to tell the tall, or will he fall? Will Malik finish him off while he is wounded, or will he complete the ritual, leaving Bakura to die in a pool of his own blood? If Marik is returned to his bodily form…will they all survive his wrath….?
…but evil always emerges victorious no matter how hard we fight…
Chapter San, The First Deadly Secret Pt.1, Deadly Scerets
Bakura stumbled as he found himself in the cold Shadow Realm, it had been quite awhile since he had been here, yet vague signs reminded him of his recent battle…
~*~
The Battle City had come to a close, as Yami and Yugi had emerged victorius, which no one had doubted greatly.
A mild August's breeze shook the trees slightly as Yugi emerged victories from the Battle City tournament, Kaiba had dueled him in the last match, but he had regretfully given Yugi Obelisk. As for the others, they had fallen apart as a group, betraying Yugi…leaving for their own selfish needs…
Bakura walked down the streets of a dark cold Domino City, he walked down a particularly dark street as he saw the glow of only which could be a Sennen Item. To his guess, it was the one, the only, Marik.
'What do you want'
'To challenge you to a Duel Of Fate, tomb robber'
'I accept'
The dark Domino street disappeared around them, now replaced by the dank walls of the Shadow Realm. Bakura drew his sword, as did Marik.
'We fight for the right to live, tomb robber'
The Duel began, as Bakura began fighting for his life. Marik was a skilled fighter, as he had expected, but he knew that he still had a life to live…he still had Ryou….he couldn't be defeated….he cornered Marik, as he sank down to the ground, dropping his sword…
'you won't do it tomb robber' he spat out, 'you, unlike me, don't like the kill, you have to enjoy it'
'Shut your trap Marik, I'll do it I swear I will' Bakura said, tightening his grip on the sword.
Marik cheek was bleeding, as he wiped away the blood, continually pouring from the wound…he sat up…slowly taking his sword in his hand, Bakura backed away, ready to let him stand up. He wasn't going to kill Marik as he was so delightedly giving away his life, he wanted to kill him when he was fighting.
Marik got up suddenly, catching Bakura off guard and slamming him into the wall behind them. Bakura quickly rebounded, pretending to trip him. Marik moved away, his attention not on Bakura.
It was the golden opportunity.
Bakura an towards Marik, sword ready at hand. He stopped right in front of Marik. The sword ripped through his insides…it was the most horrible sound he ever heard in his life…Marik stay suspended on the sword…his body now limp…his blank eyes looking at him…he took the sword out of his body…Marik falling with a thud on the cold bloody floor…
He had certainly thought that he'd never had to deal with Marik again…
How wrong he was…
~*~
He looked around, all was quite. He walked fast, turning ever couple corners, till he found a very large room. All around the room were Egyptian hieroglyphs, and he spotted the Millennium Alter, and then…
Malik….
He held his breath looking around the room for any sign of Ryou. He looked to his right…Ryou hung suspended on a metal backboard, held by rusty chains.. Bakura couldn't see his face but his body shivered as he looked at his cut wrists and ankles…blood seeping down into a pool at the base of the metal board. ..
'Ryou' he whispered…'Ryou'
He didn't even look up…he was probably already dead.
He looked back at Malik who, by the looks of it was also brandishing a large sword, looking at his reflection, with a smirk on his face. Bakura stared at him, thinking about any possible plan. Malik's expression changed. His icy-cold voice brought shivers to Bakura's body.
'so we meet again, Bakura' Malik said as he turned around, still not making eye contact with Bakura, his hands busy with the sword.
'let Ryou go Malik' Bakura unsteady voice answered
'I can't do that'
'why not?' A temple in Bakura's head, throbbed painfully as he fought to keep himself calm.
'without the blood of a hikari I can't bring back my dark'
'you won't do it, I won't let you' Bakura spat, now taking out his sword and threatening Malik with its sharp blade..
'I'm not scared of death, Bakura, I have nothing to lose, however, you, Bakura, have everything to lose' he cackled madly, dropping his polishing cloth and holding up the sword to Bakura's.
He lunged it at Bakura, but he took a step back, coming closer to Ryou.
'I'll give you a chance, Bakura, maybe you can free your hikari before you die'
He walked to the alter, dropping his sword, Bakura looked shocked…
He looked at Ryou, helplessly dangling…dying…
He ran up to him, lifting his chin up with his fingers….Ryou whispered
'please…Bakura…help me…free my soul…'
Bakura nodded, holding to sword steadily and hitting the chains around the wrists of his hikari.
~*~
I look around, he is helping his hikari, both soon will die…
He is cutting the chains that hold the hikari still…he has one left, and he can't cut it…its my chance….I walk behind him, slowly and quietly picking up the sword…walking behind Bakura…he still isn't paying attention…he gets ready to strike the chains again…I am behind him now….I lung the sword into his back…his sword cuts the chains…he stumbles…catching Ryou as he falls…he takes his sword….holding it to me as if it is threatening now…I laugh mentally…he stumbles to get up..leaving his hikari on the ground…his families sword in both hands…them trembling to keep steady…
'I won't die…Malik' he said quietly, seems to me that it is hard to speak once his insides have been cut through…
~*~
Will Bakura live to tell the tall, or will he fall? Will Malik finish him off while he is wounded, or will he complete the ritual, leaving Bakura to die in a pool of his own blood? If Marik is returned to his bodily form…will they all survive his wrath….?
…but evil always emerges victorious no matter how hard we fight…