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Disclaimer: Do I own Yu-gi-oh? Nope! -
Bakura's P.O.V.
Later on that night as Marik counted out his day's stolen profit, I quietly got up and made my way towards the opened door.
"Where are you going?" Marik asked curiously.
"Nowhere..." I said to him a little irritably. I really didn't feel like talking to him to him right now.
"I'm just going out to... get some fresh air." With that said I turned away and walked out of the barracks, noticing that the sun was beginning to set.
I walked for about half a mile before coming towards a small pathway that was located in between two huts. I turned there, and continued on in that direction. The path led into a small opening with a large pond in the middle of it. And around this area, were large trees that surrounded it. Now because of this, none of the residents living in the city knew about it. Well... everyone except me.
Sitting down on a large rock that was set next to the pond, I turned my attention into the water. It was so pure. I let out a sigh and looked up at the setting sun over the horizon. Today had been the day that it happened. The day that my village, friends and family, and life was destroyed.
I turned my attention back to the water. Staring at it... and recalled what happened that day...
::Flashback::
(Nine years earlier.)
(A/N. This flashback is going to be in normal P.O.V. I know that it is supposed to be Bakura's recalling, but it's a little difficult to write a flashback like this. Once again... at least for me. Sorry for this!)
"Mommy!" Cried a little boy about the age of eight. This little boy was a younger version of Bakura. His big curious eyes stared up at his mother as he ran towards her.
A tall, very pretty woman turned around to face her son. A smile lit up her face.
Her features matched that of her son. She had the same beautiful snow white hair, only her hair reached down to the middle of her back, while, Bakura's just above his shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled with delight.
"Bakura!" She said bending down to see eye level with him. "Did you have a good time with your father?" He nodded and smiled at her. "I had lots of fun! He taught me how to fish!" he said happily, as if it were the best thing that could have been taught to him.
As he spoke, another appeared. Water dripping from his handsome face, and from his cloths.
"Looks like the fish might have been the one who did the teaching!" She said, laughing at her husband. His father smiled and chuckled a little before turning towards the hut and walking inside.
"Why don't you go and play, Bakura" She said motioning towards a few children who were beckoning to him to come. He nodded and ran towards them, as his mother finished up cleaning.
"Come on, Bakura!" A few of them chanted as he chased another boy. He almost had him.
"Gotcha!" He said as he tapped the other one the shoulder. "Tag!" The other two sitting there smiled and cheered. "Your it-"
He was cut off by a heavy shake in the ground. He, as well at the others looked up curiously. One of the boys looked back to the ground and gasped, pointing to it.
"Look!" He gasped. The small pebbles were rising from the ground as the shaking became louder. They looked back up to see a group of soldiers riding towards them with long pointed daggers and swords, leaving a large cloud of dust behind them.
"Run!" Bakura heard one of the others say. He did as he was told. Not that he would have any objection to it anyway.
He had to find his parents. And he had to do it quick. As he ran towards his hut he began to hear the screams and cries of the villagers. He was terrified.
"Mom!! Dad!!" He cried out. When he got to the small house, he franticly looked all around. There was no sign of his parents anywhere. And so, he quickly ran out... Still looking all around in hope of finding them. The soldiers were riding everywhere now. Killing everyone. All his friends and the people he knew were lying on the ground, slaughtered. Looking forward, he saw a soldier riding towards him, a dagger out ready to slice. His eyes went wide. He was now more terrified then ever. He couldn't move. Closing his eyes he awaited the blow. But it never came. Instead, aside from the screaming of the other villagers, he heard a faint cry. He opened his eyes to see his mothers back. Only, the tip of a dagger was coming out from her stomach.
"Bakura..." His eyes went wide. His mother had gotten to him in time... only she has been hit. "Run..." She managed to say. Then fell to the ground dead. The soldier had already taken to someone else. Bakura's eyes welled up with tears. And he looked around again for a sign of his father, but found him laying a few feet away. His throat was slit.
Bakura turned heel and began running towards his home again. He saw that most everyone in the village was dead.
He was stopped by one soldier who was standing by his home. The man smirked and picked him up by this hair, throwing him into a wall. He walked over to the boy lying on the ground and decided to have some fun. He took the tip of his sword and placed it on his cheek, digging into it slightly, tracing a line down his face. Then, he lifted up his sword again and traced two more lines in the middle of the first one.
Bakura whimpered in pain as the blood dripped down from his large cut. The soldier then, lifted up his sword, about ready to strike when a large rock flew and hit the back of his head. He turned around to see one villager facing him.
"Run, Bakura!" He wasn't sure how he new his name, but he did as he was told by this villager AND mother. He ran. His face still oozing with blood. He ran away.
As Bakura looked back, one last time towards the village, he saw every last villager was dead. Though far away, he could still see the outline of the lifeless bodies. All the huts were burned and the smoke carried up high, in the sky. Tears fell from his eyes as the boy fell to his knees crying. He looked up at the village where he once played with his friends, shared with his family, and was happy. All now, gone.
Turning towards a soldier who was in hearing range of him, heard him say to another. "Looks like the Pharaohs orders were carried through nicely." He smirked as they all began to head away from the destroyed village.
"The...Pharaoh..." His eyes became cold as he looked towards the palace. And standing back up cried out for everyone.
::End Flashback::
I smirked, thinking of all of this. After that, I had to become a thief. Just to survive... but then I found more interests in valuables. My face became sad again, as I stood up and turned to the pathway again to leave. Realizing, that the sun had set.
A.N. Wow! That was the longest one so far. I hope it didn't get to confusing with the switching p.o.v's. And sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes. I typed this at about 2:00 in the morning. Lol. Anyway, please review! And remember, no flames! Constructive criticism is great though!
Disclaimer: Do I own Yu-gi-oh? Nope! -
Bakura's P.O.V.
Later on that night as Marik counted out his day's stolen profit, I quietly got up and made my way towards the opened door.
"Where are you going?" Marik asked curiously.
"Nowhere..." I said to him a little irritably. I really didn't feel like talking to him to him right now.
"I'm just going out to... get some fresh air." With that said I turned away and walked out of the barracks, noticing that the sun was beginning to set.
I walked for about half a mile before coming towards a small pathway that was located in between two huts. I turned there, and continued on in that direction. The path led into a small opening with a large pond in the middle of it. And around this area, were large trees that surrounded it. Now because of this, none of the residents living in the city knew about it. Well... everyone except me.
Sitting down on a large rock that was set next to the pond, I turned my attention into the water. It was so pure. I let out a sigh and looked up at the setting sun over the horizon. Today had been the day that it happened. The day that my village, friends and family, and life was destroyed.
I turned my attention back to the water. Staring at it... and recalled what happened that day...
::Flashback::
(Nine years earlier.)
(A/N. This flashback is going to be in normal P.O.V. I know that it is supposed to be Bakura's recalling, but it's a little difficult to write a flashback like this. Once again... at least for me. Sorry for this!)
"Mommy!" Cried a little boy about the age of eight. This little boy was a younger version of Bakura. His big curious eyes stared up at his mother as he ran towards her.
A tall, very pretty woman turned around to face her son. A smile lit up her face.
Her features matched that of her son. She had the same beautiful snow white hair, only her hair reached down to the middle of her back, while, Bakura's just above his shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled with delight.
"Bakura!" She said bending down to see eye level with him. "Did you have a good time with your father?" He nodded and smiled at her. "I had lots of fun! He taught me how to fish!" he said happily, as if it were the best thing that could have been taught to him.
As he spoke, another appeared. Water dripping from his handsome face, and from his cloths.
"Looks like the fish might have been the one who did the teaching!" She said, laughing at her husband. His father smiled and chuckled a little before turning towards the hut and walking inside.
"Why don't you go and play, Bakura" She said motioning towards a few children who were beckoning to him to come. He nodded and ran towards them, as his mother finished up cleaning.
"Come on, Bakura!" A few of them chanted as he chased another boy. He almost had him.
"Gotcha!" He said as he tapped the other one the shoulder. "Tag!" The other two sitting there smiled and cheered. "Your it-"
He was cut off by a heavy shake in the ground. He, as well at the others looked up curiously. One of the boys looked back to the ground and gasped, pointing to it.
"Look!" He gasped. The small pebbles were rising from the ground as the shaking became louder. They looked back up to see a group of soldiers riding towards them with long pointed daggers and swords, leaving a large cloud of dust behind them.
"Run!" Bakura heard one of the others say. He did as he was told. Not that he would have any objection to it anyway.
He had to find his parents. And he had to do it quick. As he ran towards his hut he began to hear the screams and cries of the villagers. He was terrified.
"Mom!! Dad!!" He cried out. When he got to the small house, he franticly looked all around. There was no sign of his parents anywhere. And so, he quickly ran out... Still looking all around in hope of finding them. The soldiers were riding everywhere now. Killing everyone. All his friends and the people he knew were lying on the ground, slaughtered. Looking forward, he saw a soldier riding towards him, a dagger out ready to slice. His eyes went wide. He was now more terrified then ever. He couldn't move. Closing his eyes he awaited the blow. But it never came. Instead, aside from the screaming of the other villagers, he heard a faint cry. He opened his eyes to see his mothers back. Only, the tip of a dagger was coming out from her stomach.
"Bakura..." His eyes went wide. His mother had gotten to him in time... only she has been hit. "Run..." She managed to say. Then fell to the ground dead. The soldier had already taken to someone else. Bakura's eyes welled up with tears. And he looked around again for a sign of his father, but found him laying a few feet away. His throat was slit.
Bakura turned heel and began running towards his home again. He saw that most everyone in the village was dead.
He was stopped by one soldier who was standing by his home. The man smirked and picked him up by this hair, throwing him into a wall. He walked over to the boy lying on the ground and decided to have some fun. He took the tip of his sword and placed it on his cheek, digging into it slightly, tracing a line down his face. Then, he lifted up his sword again and traced two more lines in the middle of the first one.
Bakura whimpered in pain as the blood dripped down from his large cut. The soldier then, lifted up his sword, about ready to strike when a large rock flew and hit the back of his head. He turned around to see one villager facing him.
"Run, Bakura!" He wasn't sure how he new his name, but he did as he was told by this villager AND mother. He ran. His face still oozing with blood. He ran away.
As Bakura looked back, one last time towards the village, he saw every last villager was dead. Though far away, he could still see the outline of the lifeless bodies. All the huts were burned and the smoke carried up high, in the sky. Tears fell from his eyes as the boy fell to his knees crying. He looked up at the village where he once played with his friends, shared with his family, and was happy. All now, gone.
Turning towards a soldier who was in hearing range of him, heard him say to another. "Looks like the Pharaohs orders were carried through nicely." He smirked as they all began to head away from the destroyed village.
"The...Pharaoh..." His eyes became cold as he looked towards the palace. And standing back up cried out for everyone.
::End Flashback::
I smirked, thinking of all of this. After that, I had to become a thief. Just to survive... but then I found more interests in valuables. My face became sad again, as I stood up and turned to the pathway again to leave. Realizing, that the sun had set.
A.N. Wow! That was the longest one so far. I hope it didn't get to confusing with the switching p.o.v's. And sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes. I typed this at about 2:00 in the morning. Lol. Anyway, please review! And remember, no flames! Constructive criticism is great though!