A/N: That's right! Iiit's back!!! Little thief Bakura returns in the sequel
to "A Young Pharaoh, A Young Thief, and the Moral Rant of DOOM": "Return of
the Little King of Thieves!" You've all been holding your breath, haven't
you?!
*silence*
.I thought so. So let the fun continue!
Note that I am not particularly concerned with the age difference, since apparently (according to manga 308) when Seto and Bakura were this age, Yami was a baby. (I am twisting Time to my own evil means! MWA-ha-ha-HA!!!)
.Oh yeah, and I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. *grumbles* Not yet, anyway.
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Bakura, the future king of thieves, was very young.
He had white hair.
He had a red cloak.
He was in biiig trouble.
There was a guard on his left, a dead-end on his right, a wall in front of him, another guard behind him, and a large amount of stolen valuables in the sack slung over his shoulder.
Big, biiig, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig trouble.
He grinned uncertainly. "Ummm. hi, guys?"
Beeeeeep. wrong answer.
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"Oof!" Bakura sat up, rubbing his head and wincing, and watched glumly as the door to his prison cell slammed shut. He heard the dull thud of a bar being placed across the door, preventing any hope of escape, and the echoing of footsteps as the guards tramped away.
"Oh, bugger it," the thief muttered, wishing he knew more curse words. He couldn't believe he'd really been arrested. What to do now? He looked around at the windowless cell and sighed. Well, what could he do
"I can get you outta there, you know," said a voice.
"Huh?" Bakura scrambled to his feet. "Who's that?"
In response, the door creaked open. Standing just outside it was a boy of about 12, wearing the robes of a priest-in-training. He had short brown hair, blue eyes, and a sullen, spoiled look about him.
Instinct told Bakura to back away, but he stood his ground. "And why would you wanna help me escape?"
"Follow me," the boy answered. "I'll explain once we're outside." Without waiting for a response, he turned and set off down the corridor.
With a mental shrug, Bakura followed.
*silence*
.I thought so. So let the fun continue!
Note that I am not particularly concerned with the age difference, since apparently (according to manga 308) when Seto and Bakura were this age, Yami was a baby. (I am twisting Time to my own evil means! MWA-ha-ha-HA!!!)
.Oh yeah, and I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. *grumbles* Not yet, anyway.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bakura, the future king of thieves, was very young.
He had white hair.
He had a red cloak.
He was in biiig trouble.
There was a guard on his left, a dead-end on his right, a wall in front of him, another guard behind him, and a large amount of stolen valuables in the sack slung over his shoulder.
Big, biiig, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig trouble.
He grinned uncertainly. "Ummm. hi, guys?"
Beeeeeep. wrong answer.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Oof!" Bakura sat up, rubbing his head and wincing, and watched glumly as the door to his prison cell slammed shut. He heard the dull thud of a bar being placed across the door, preventing any hope of escape, and the echoing of footsteps as the guards tramped away.
"Oh, bugger it," the thief muttered, wishing he knew more curse words. He couldn't believe he'd really been arrested. What to do now? He looked around at the windowless cell and sighed. Well, what could he do
"I can get you outta there, you know," said a voice.
"Huh?" Bakura scrambled to his feet. "Who's that?"
In response, the door creaked open. Standing just outside it was a boy of about 12, wearing the robes of a priest-in-training. He had short brown hair, blue eyes, and a sullen, spoiled look about him.
Instinct told Bakura to back away, but he stood his ground. "And why would you wanna help me escape?"
"Follow me," the boy answered. "I'll explain once we're outside." Without waiting for a response, he turned and set off down the corridor.
With a mental shrug, Bakura followed.