The Eighth Millennium Item: Chapter 1
A/N: There will be some violence and torture in this chapter; this is Yami Bakura after all. Also, I'm going to update once a week, so expect a chapter next Friday. Please review!
Disclaimer: Look at the prologue.
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~Sara's POV~
I groan, the aching in my jaw the first thing I feel as I slowly come to.
I try to reach up to touch my sore jaw...
only to be stopped.
Frustrated, I tug harder, only to find my hands tied behind my back. Panic sets in as I remember the last moments of consciousness....
where am I?
"So... you're finally awake. I was starting to wonder if my slave had hit you too hard, but it seems that he did not, pity." A voice says in the shadows, a mocking, cold voice that sounds even more insane than in the show.
I blink, wondering how hard that man actually hit me, because I was sure that I just heard Yami Bakura's voice...
my eyes slowly adjust to the dark, and then widen in fear as I realize that indeed, Yami Bakura is standing before me, an evil grin on his face that sends fear running through my body and chills down my spine.
"How...?" I whisper disbelievingly after I recover from the shock of seeing him in real life.
"Ah... so you fear me already, good." He says slowly, as if savoring each word, "As for you getting here..." he gestures, and in a blink of an eye, I see the place where I was kidnapped. "As you can see, I'm very powerful now, with seven Millennium Items."
I stare at him shocked, my already overwhelmed mind trying to absorb another fact that he has all seven items, and now he's even more insane than he was before with the power of all of the items.
"Of course, there's one item that won't work for me... you see," he said, slowly walking towards me, savoring my fear every step. "The Millennium Glass was made so it would work for one person... it's powers are so strong, that they were afraid what would happen if it fell in the wrong hands, so it was sent to your world, where you found it and bought it as a cheap decoration."
I blink at him, wondering again if I was hallucinating or dreaming because it just sounded like I owned a Millennium Item, and dragged to a world, which isn't even supposed to be real because I do own the Millennium Item.
Yami Bakura smiles, sending chills down my spine, "too bad that you're the only one who can use it... and the only one who can stop me. I guess I have to make you work for me, so you won't become a problem." He says, and I try to get away as he pulls out a knife...
only to hit the back of the chair I'm tied to, cursing softly, fear making my heart race, and eyes dilate as the realization sinks in that I'm trapped.
Bakura chuckles, a sound that sends chills down my spine, "do you want to know why you're tied to a chair? I have plenty of cells, but I thought that the chair would be so much more... accommodating for you, oh sorry, I meant to say me. After all, you can't move nearly as much when I torture you tied to a chair than in a cell."
I stare at the knife, sickness twisting my guts, hypnotized by the blade that is slowly being twirled between his fingers as he slowly walks towards me...
the spell is broken as I scream, as the knife is plunged deeply into my right arm, right below the armpit, it being twisted around several painful times before going down all the way to my wrist.
He grins happily, as if savoring my screams and whimpers of pain before pulling out the knife, "and this is just the start... I'm going to do this to you everyday, until you are nothing but a whimpering dog at my feet! Or you will die, your choice. Of course, I could always control you with the Millennium Rod, but that would ruin my fun, wouldn't it?"
He looks at one of his slaves, the man's face expressionless even after seeing the torture I went through in the hands of his master. "Patch her up, I want her still alive tomorrow so I can torture her into submission." He twists the knife that was in my arm just mere minutes ago, apparently admiring my blood gleaming on the blade. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sara."
He laughs mockingly, leaving without another word.
And me with little hope...
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I open my eyes, hoping that once again this was all a terrible nightmare.
Despair twists my heart as I see the now-familiar surroundings.
I don't know how long I've been here, I've lost track after a few days.
The torture continues every day, bringing me more and more despair and pain every day.
He never did my right arm again...
he just injures everywhere else, places that won't kill me, but cause a lot of pain. Except my back, which I fear is next.
Sometimes after the torture, I just sit there, trying to keep my wits and focus away from the pain.
Other times, I just sit there, crying at the thought of my parents and family not knowing where I am, and wishing to the bottom of my heart that I was home.
I never will give in to Yami Bakura, even if it kills me, though.
The door swings open, with a creak that sends dread through my body.
He's back again.
Yami Bakura steps, a grin on his face. "So, have you given up already? Or is your back going to look a lot different when I'm done with you?"
I glare at him, my answer already said without a word having to be said.
He chuckles, "your funeral then." He twists the blade of the knife slowly around, a tradition that he does every day to make me fear him, as he slowly walks behind me.
He slowly presses the knife to my back, a trickle of sweat running down the back of my neck onto the blade in fear as he starts to slowly cut into my skin...
only to stop.
I look back as far as I can, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Yami Bakura.
I sense a change in him, a change of goodness...
his hair is no longer wild, sticking up in spikes, but smooth. His eyes are full of innocence,
and with tears, that are slowly streaming down his face.
"Ryo Bakura..." I whisper in pure shock, recognizing the other side of Bakura.
The good side.
And, for the first time ever since the knife went into my right arm...
I feel hope that I'm getting out of this situation alive.
TBC...
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A/N: You'll find out what happened to the other characters in the next chapter. This just fills you in on what happens to Sara and why she's at the Yu-Gi-Oh world. Please review.
A/N: There will be some violence and torture in this chapter; this is Yami Bakura after all. Also, I'm going to update once a week, so expect a chapter next Friday. Please review!
Disclaimer: Look at the prologue.
~*~
~Sara's POV~
I groan, the aching in my jaw the first thing I feel as I slowly come to.
I try to reach up to touch my sore jaw...
only to be stopped.
Frustrated, I tug harder, only to find my hands tied behind my back. Panic sets in as I remember the last moments of consciousness....
where am I?
"So... you're finally awake. I was starting to wonder if my slave had hit you too hard, but it seems that he did not, pity." A voice says in the shadows, a mocking, cold voice that sounds even more insane than in the show.
I blink, wondering how hard that man actually hit me, because I was sure that I just heard Yami Bakura's voice...
my eyes slowly adjust to the dark, and then widen in fear as I realize that indeed, Yami Bakura is standing before me, an evil grin on his face that sends fear running through my body and chills down my spine.
"How...?" I whisper disbelievingly after I recover from the shock of seeing him in real life.
"Ah... so you fear me already, good." He says slowly, as if savoring each word, "As for you getting here..." he gestures, and in a blink of an eye, I see the place where I was kidnapped. "As you can see, I'm very powerful now, with seven Millennium Items."
I stare at him shocked, my already overwhelmed mind trying to absorb another fact that he has all seven items, and now he's even more insane than he was before with the power of all of the items.
"Of course, there's one item that won't work for me... you see," he said, slowly walking towards me, savoring my fear every step. "The Millennium Glass was made so it would work for one person... it's powers are so strong, that they were afraid what would happen if it fell in the wrong hands, so it was sent to your world, where you found it and bought it as a cheap decoration."
I blink at him, wondering again if I was hallucinating or dreaming because it just sounded like I owned a Millennium Item, and dragged to a world, which isn't even supposed to be real because I do own the Millennium Item.
Yami Bakura smiles, sending chills down my spine, "too bad that you're the only one who can use it... and the only one who can stop me. I guess I have to make you work for me, so you won't become a problem." He says, and I try to get away as he pulls out a knife...
only to hit the back of the chair I'm tied to, cursing softly, fear making my heart race, and eyes dilate as the realization sinks in that I'm trapped.
Bakura chuckles, a sound that sends chills down my spine, "do you want to know why you're tied to a chair? I have plenty of cells, but I thought that the chair would be so much more... accommodating for you, oh sorry, I meant to say me. After all, you can't move nearly as much when I torture you tied to a chair than in a cell."
I stare at the knife, sickness twisting my guts, hypnotized by the blade that is slowly being twirled between his fingers as he slowly walks towards me...
the spell is broken as I scream, as the knife is plunged deeply into my right arm, right below the armpit, it being twisted around several painful times before going down all the way to my wrist.
He grins happily, as if savoring my screams and whimpers of pain before pulling out the knife, "and this is just the start... I'm going to do this to you everyday, until you are nothing but a whimpering dog at my feet! Or you will die, your choice. Of course, I could always control you with the Millennium Rod, but that would ruin my fun, wouldn't it?"
He looks at one of his slaves, the man's face expressionless even after seeing the torture I went through in the hands of his master. "Patch her up, I want her still alive tomorrow so I can torture her into submission." He twists the knife that was in my arm just mere minutes ago, apparently admiring my blood gleaming on the blade. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sara."
He laughs mockingly, leaving without another word.
And me with little hope...
~*~
I open my eyes, hoping that once again this was all a terrible nightmare.
Despair twists my heart as I see the now-familiar surroundings.
I don't know how long I've been here, I've lost track after a few days.
The torture continues every day, bringing me more and more despair and pain every day.
He never did my right arm again...
he just injures everywhere else, places that won't kill me, but cause a lot of pain. Except my back, which I fear is next.
Sometimes after the torture, I just sit there, trying to keep my wits and focus away from the pain.
Other times, I just sit there, crying at the thought of my parents and family not knowing where I am, and wishing to the bottom of my heart that I was home.
I never will give in to Yami Bakura, even if it kills me, though.
The door swings open, with a creak that sends dread through my body.
He's back again.
Yami Bakura steps, a grin on his face. "So, have you given up already? Or is your back going to look a lot different when I'm done with you?"
I glare at him, my answer already said without a word having to be said.
He chuckles, "your funeral then." He twists the blade of the knife slowly around, a tradition that he does every day to make me fear him, as he slowly walks behind me.
He slowly presses the knife to my back, a trickle of sweat running down the back of my neck onto the blade in fear as he starts to slowly cut into my skin...
only to stop.
I look back as far as I can, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Yami Bakura.
I sense a change in him, a change of goodness...
his hair is no longer wild, sticking up in spikes, but smooth. His eyes are full of innocence,
and with tears, that are slowly streaming down his face.
"Ryo Bakura..." I whisper in pure shock, recognizing the other side of Bakura.
The good side.
And, for the first time ever since the knife went into my right arm...
I feel hope that I'm getting out of this situation alive.
TBC...
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A/N: You'll find out what happened to the other characters in the next chapter. This just fills you in on what happens to Sara and why she's at the Yu-Gi-Oh world. Please review.