Return To Eternity
Chapter2: Inner Vision
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You're always hiding behind your so called goddess
So what you don't think that we can see your face
Resurrected back before the final fallen
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Bakura snorted as his latest victim fell to the ground with blood pouring out the wound in his neck. The white haired demon just laughed as the body let out a gurgle as the last of the guards blood drained from the corpse. With another grunt Bakura kicked the body and bounced the newly acquired bag of coins in his hand.
"This will keep me going for awhile" He said as his smirk widened.
He stashed his new found wealth into his pocket and made his way to a local place since he had some things to catch up on. He walked down the busy yet peaceful streets that led to his next destination and with a smile as he thought of how Yami would react to the news of the murder.
'Like HE would do any thing to ME' He laughed out loud and in his mind.
The sand was warm and pleasant to the touch so the tomb robber sat down outside the near by temple of some random god or goddess. He had never felt the need to worship beings that had dealt him such bad cards in this life and no doubt will send him into a new one full of the same shit. He snarled as he saw Yami walk into the temple.
'That's it hide behind your goddess but trust me, she'll never help you control me' He growled to himself as he pulled out a deck of duel monsters and set them out.
He set his tarot cards in front of him and assembled them into a spread. Seven cards all face down all in a row. He grumbled to himself as he heard the soft words of worship float down from the temple. He would take his sweet time getting to Inn he owed a vist to.
'So Pharaoh lets see what's on your cards' Bakura mused and flipped the first card up.
He laughed cruelly as he read the cards. Such a cruel irony played out before his eyes as the tale of a time not so far away was doomed and plagued for both Yami and himself. He shrugged he wasn't going to let his own cards doom him as they had done so many.
It seemed the pointless goddess worship was over as all around the tomb robber went silent and only the faint hustle and bustle from the streets could be heard. With a swift movement the tomb robber of the Pharaohs desires gathered up his cards and packed them away into his small satchel.
"I have seen your destiny from my cards oh dear sweet Yami and believe me you can't hide your face from me any longer I know what's going on. I may not have the education you have but I'm smart" Bakura hissed and walked away from the temple.
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now they've arrest until I can make my own way
I'm not afraid of fading
I stand alone
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Yami looked out and saw the white haired tomb robber walk past the shrine in which he stood. Bakura's hair blew out elegantly behind him as the small welcomed breeze of the desert pushed over the land. It was twisted how could one who looked so innocent be so cruel and sadistic?
The spiky haired male shook his head as the high priest nodded to him as he left the temple and made his way back towards his palace. He was set to work on official documents but neither his mind nor heart was in it since both were set on the tomb robber.
Maybe this was more then lust or need? He mused as he looked over the papyrus paper. His mind just didn't stay away from the dark winged angel he was longing to own and control. Control was an excuse to prove to himself he only felt need for the tomb robber. He didn't want to fall down into a trap by loving this white haired thief but he couldn't help it.
When Bakura came back that night he would have to tell him the truth and about his true feelings and hope to Ra that the tomb robber could at least say something kind in return. He glared at the scroll as if it had called him a great sodding moron.
'I have to win him over! I have a feeling we won't have very long left in this world' He cast his eyes down at more of the writing and sighed while chucking it to one side. Life was far too short to bother with things such as a new law when real things had to be thought over.
'This is more then a fight of control and lust this is a fight of heart and love, at least on my part' He thought sadly. 'NO! I have to be strong!' He looked up and tried to fight back the need to injure something or someone.
Bakura sighed as he walked up to old Inn, it was dirty white like every thing else and had a sign hanging from a rusted bar. He opened the door letting out a creak causing a lot of the customers to watch him with interest.
He sat down at a table in the darkest corner of the dark and dirty Inn while others look on with either envy or respect for him. Bakura snarled at them and they soon found the tables in front of them very interesting indeed. A small boy of six ran over to his table with a wide grin.
"Bakura!" He beamed and sat beside the dusty tomb robber.
The boy had long straight white hair and had pale brown eyes. He was scrawny yet tall and one of his front teeth were missing as he showed his teeth in a wide grin. The boy blinked a little his innocent eyes looking at the older male in front of him. He brushed down his dusty shorts and smiled again.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing Vesper, can you get your mother for me?" Bakura asked and ruffled the young boys hair.
With a nod the boy scampered off past the other thieves and travellers that lurked in the dark. Soon Vesper returned with his mother. She had long straight brown hair and dark brown eyes she was around 17 just a few years younger then Bakura. She wore normal dusty clothes and a bracelet she had been given by a kind old traveller.
"Bakura! It's great to see you again it's been what.. Two months? How are things?" She said softly and sat by him as Vesper crawled onto her lap.
"Things are.. Ok Lor" He lied and smiled at her.
"What brings you here?" She asked. Bakura pulled out the bag of coins he had stolen and placed them in her left palm. He folded her hand over the small bag of coins and held it there before sighed and taking his hand away.
"That's the money I owe you friend" He said dryly.
"Oh Bakura.. You made a mistake and I'm not one to make you pay for it all your life. It was a mistake that happened YEARS ago" Lor looked up at him and brushed a stray strand of hair away from his face.
"I was young, you were young and drunk" She sighed and shook her head in the memory.
Vesper mumbled something before he ran off to watch a tarot card reader deal with his next customer with interest. Lor looked at Bakura sternly as he growled.
"I know I'm just sorry" He said firmly.
"I know you are!" She frowned a little.
"He doesn't know I'm his father does he?" Bakura asked slowly as he watched the young white haired boy giggle at one of the old folk's dirty jokes.
"Not yet. But he will have to know one day" She replied sadly.
"Might as well tell him now.. I haven't got any thing better to do" He snorted as one of the Inn's maids handed him a beer, which he drank quickly.
She nodded and called her child over. He ran up to them still giggling wildly as he jumped up on the seat and leaned on Bakura. Bakura couldn't help but laugh at his son he was the opposite of him and his mother.
"Vespertilio" Bakura said trying to get the child's attention since he was playing hide and seek in his father's hair.
"Yes?" The child noticed the tomb robber's tone and sat up.
"Do you know who your father is?" He asked waiting for it to sink into the young one.
"No.." He said sadly.
"Well Vesper. I'm your father" Bakura thought the child would be mortified but to both his and Lor's surprise and relief he just hugged Bakura.
"I'm glad!" The little boy giggled.
Bakura smiled weakly as his mind drifted to his cards and the Pharaoh.
~~~~~~~~ MORE TO COME ~~~~~~~~
Chapter2: Inner Vision
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You're always hiding behind your so called goddess
So what you don't think that we can see your face
Resurrected back before the final fallen
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Bakura snorted as his latest victim fell to the ground with blood pouring out the wound in his neck. The white haired demon just laughed as the body let out a gurgle as the last of the guards blood drained from the corpse. With another grunt Bakura kicked the body and bounced the newly acquired bag of coins in his hand.
"This will keep me going for awhile" He said as his smirk widened.
He stashed his new found wealth into his pocket and made his way to a local place since he had some things to catch up on. He walked down the busy yet peaceful streets that led to his next destination and with a smile as he thought of how Yami would react to the news of the murder.
'Like HE would do any thing to ME' He laughed out loud and in his mind.
The sand was warm and pleasant to the touch so the tomb robber sat down outside the near by temple of some random god or goddess. He had never felt the need to worship beings that had dealt him such bad cards in this life and no doubt will send him into a new one full of the same shit. He snarled as he saw Yami walk into the temple.
'That's it hide behind your goddess but trust me, she'll never help you control me' He growled to himself as he pulled out a deck of duel monsters and set them out.
He set his tarot cards in front of him and assembled them into a spread. Seven cards all face down all in a row. He grumbled to himself as he heard the soft words of worship float down from the temple. He would take his sweet time getting to Inn he owed a vist to.
'So Pharaoh lets see what's on your cards' Bakura mused and flipped the first card up.
He laughed cruelly as he read the cards. Such a cruel irony played out before his eyes as the tale of a time not so far away was doomed and plagued for both Yami and himself. He shrugged he wasn't going to let his own cards doom him as they had done so many.
It seemed the pointless goddess worship was over as all around the tomb robber went silent and only the faint hustle and bustle from the streets could be heard. With a swift movement the tomb robber of the Pharaohs desires gathered up his cards and packed them away into his small satchel.
"I have seen your destiny from my cards oh dear sweet Yami and believe me you can't hide your face from me any longer I know what's going on. I may not have the education you have but I'm smart" Bakura hissed and walked away from the temple.
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now they've arrest until I can make my own way
I'm not afraid of fading
I stand alone
---------------------------------------------
Yami looked out and saw the white haired tomb robber walk past the shrine in which he stood. Bakura's hair blew out elegantly behind him as the small welcomed breeze of the desert pushed over the land. It was twisted how could one who looked so innocent be so cruel and sadistic?
The spiky haired male shook his head as the high priest nodded to him as he left the temple and made his way back towards his palace. He was set to work on official documents but neither his mind nor heart was in it since both were set on the tomb robber.
Maybe this was more then lust or need? He mused as he looked over the papyrus paper. His mind just didn't stay away from the dark winged angel he was longing to own and control. Control was an excuse to prove to himself he only felt need for the tomb robber. He didn't want to fall down into a trap by loving this white haired thief but he couldn't help it.
When Bakura came back that night he would have to tell him the truth and about his true feelings and hope to Ra that the tomb robber could at least say something kind in return. He glared at the scroll as if it had called him a great sodding moron.
'I have to win him over! I have a feeling we won't have very long left in this world' He cast his eyes down at more of the writing and sighed while chucking it to one side. Life was far too short to bother with things such as a new law when real things had to be thought over.
'This is more then a fight of control and lust this is a fight of heart and love, at least on my part' He thought sadly. 'NO! I have to be strong!' He looked up and tried to fight back the need to injure something or someone.
Bakura sighed as he walked up to old Inn, it was dirty white like every thing else and had a sign hanging from a rusted bar. He opened the door letting out a creak causing a lot of the customers to watch him with interest.
He sat down at a table in the darkest corner of the dark and dirty Inn while others look on with either envy or respect for him. Bakura snarled at them and they soon found the tables in front of them very interesting indeed. A small boy of six ran over to his table with a wide grin.
"Bakura!" He beamed and sat beside the dusty tomb robber.
The boy had long straight white hair and had pale brown eyes. He was scrawny yet tall and one of his front teeth were missing as he showed his teeth in a wide grin. The boy blinked a little his innocent eyes looking at the older male in front of him. He brushed down his dusty shorts and smiled again.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing Vesper, can you get your mother for me?" Bakura asked and ruffled the young boys hair.
With a nod the boy scampered off past the other thieves and travellers that lurked in the dark. Soon Vesper returned with his mother. She had long straight brown hair and dark brown eyes she was around 17 just a few years younger then Bakura. She wore normal dusty clothes and a bracelet she had been given by a kind old traveller.
"Bakura! It's great to see you again it's been what.. Two months? How are things?" She said softly and sat by him as Vesper crawled onto her lap.
"Things are.. Ok Lor" He lied and smiled at her.
"What brings you here?" She asked. Bakura pulled out the bag of coins he had stolen and placed them in her left palm. He folded her hand over the small bag of coins and held it there before sighed and taking his hand away.
"That's the money I owe you friend" He said dryly.
"Oh Bakura.. You made a mistake and I'm not one to make you pay for it all your life. It was a mistake that happened YEARS ago" Lor looked up at him and brushed a stray strand of hair away from his face.
"I was young, you were young and drunk" She sighed and shook her head in the memory.
Vesper mumbled something before he ran off to watch a tarot card reader deal with his next customer with interest. Lor looked at Bakura sternly as he growled.
"I know I'm just sorry" He said firmly.
"I know you are!" She frowned a little.
"He doesn't know I'm his father does he?" Bakura asked slowly as he watched the young white haired boy giggle at one of the old folk's dirty jokes.
"Not yet. But he will have to know one day" She replied sadly.
"Might as well tell him now.. I haven't got any thing better to do" He snorted as one of the Inn's maids handed him a beer, which he drank quickly.
She nodded and called her child over. He ran up to them still giggling wildly as he jumped up on the seat and leaned on Bakura. Bakura couldn't help but laugh at his son he was the opposite of him and his mother.
"Vespertilio" Bakura said trying to get the child's attention since he was playing hide and seek in his father's hair.
"Yes?" The child noticed the tomb robber's tone and sat up.
"Do you know who your father is?" He asked waiting for it to sink into the young one.
"No.." He said sadly.
"Well Vesper. I'm your father" Bakura thought the child would be mortified but to both his and Lor's surprise and relief he just hugged Bakura.
"I'm glad!" The little boy giggled.
Bakura smiled weakly as his mind drifted to his cards and the Pharaoh.
~~~~~~~~ MORE TO COME ~~~~~~~~