Yu-Gi-Oh Fanfic
Chapter 3
"Forever is not the same as Eternity"
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, if I did I wouldn't be posting anything here. I'd animate it! ::sniffle:: I wish I did own it though.....I wouldn't let anyone have Bakura....::runs screaming like an 8 yr. old girl::
Palace Temples-
The temples were the second largest structures in the city, second only to the palace itself, were always open to the public. There the some of the eldest of gods, Ra, Seth, and Thoth, were worshipped to bring good fortune to the land. Each temple had its themes and scents that welcomed the native and the traveler for they opened up to the main city streets, to the markets. A visit to the temples was quite normal. The visits were usually for simple prayers or blessings from the priests, and for a sense of security that the gods were watching and listening to their followers. Unless you were condemned, of course...
"C'mon, I'm bored. What should we do today?" the crown prince was tugging at Seto's arm.
Though both heirs were of the same age Atem looked to Seto as an older brother simply because the boy was taller, and Seto was the only one that Atem allowed to be informal with him.
"You have everything in the world Atem, how could you possibly be bored?"
"I don't have everything. Besides we've done our lessons for the day, even with magic, lets do something different." He continued to tug.
"Like?" Seto eyed his arm as if waiting for it to fall off...as if somehow it were only natural. Or perhaps he was just annoyed.
"Let's go to the market!"
"What's so great about the market?"
"Absolutely nothing, except for the fact that we are not supposed to be there."
"I see. You've been good all month, and now you miss getting into trouble."
"You know me so well that it is almost scary." Atem smiled innocently. "So then, shall we?"
"Why not? I am allowed to go, it is not like I have anything to lose."
Atem snorted and turned to leave. To the market then...
Meanwhile, in another part of the city...
Bakura had just arrived to the city pretending he was one of the merchant's slaves to pass the guards. His story was that he just came from Abydos to trade some valuables. The guards let him pass. After all, what harm could a child do? Though it did seem strange that a merchant would allow a boy to travel alone with merchandise. Perhaps it wasn't really anything that valuable. After his mother made him escape Bakura ran to a secret hideaway that the Ab-esh-imy-duat clan had built in case of such emergencies. He and a few others had made it there. This place held horses and provisions for the refugees of the clan, and after the older thieves set Bakura on his way they parted to different cities in the country. Best not to draw attention by sticking together. He slowly walked through the market, in and out of the crowd, searching for one man, Lahm. A friend of his parents. They often stayed with him to avoid capture by the royal soldiers. Lahm wasn't a thief; he was a merchant that sold rare items from the private vaults of the pharaohs and royals, and from far off lands. His favorite source was Inet she being a mystic herself. The markets always changed constantly to keep up with the economy and society, which proved difficult to find someone. The crowds in this city were nearly impenetrable and compared to him they were giants. 'Perhaps I can find him in one of those rest places, I know he loves to drink.' He weaseled his way through the crowd going straight to the one place Lahm goes to the most. To the people, escape and sanctuary, to those like us, a bar and a whorehouse. No man is lonely here. 'There is the place. I remember the sign.' Bakura quickened his pace; eyes set straight on the sign. It isn't hard to get through the crowd for him, unless he ran into someone of the same height.
"Oof!" Right on cue, Bakura crossed paths with, you guessed it, another child. Actually, two other children.
"Excuse me, I didn't mean to do that, I didn't see you." The taller of the two strangers spoke. Bakura glanced up to meet a pair of beautiful blue eyes.
"Its okay, I wasn't really paying attention either." Bakura looked away, and turned to leave.
"Well, that was strange." Atem spoke as he watched Bakura disappear.
"How so?" Seto sighed irritated. What was it about the common world that fascinated Atem so much?
"Did you see his skin and hair? It was interesting."
"If you say so. Tell me, what is the real reason we came here?"
"To see Jono and Anzu of course!"
Seto sighed at the sound of Jono's name, he never was very fond of 'that damned mutt'.
Throughout the market, various things were sold besides trinkets. Jewelry, silks, tools, papers, services, and more commonly food. "Ooh! That smells good!" a boy eyed some rare fruits. He was tall for an eight-year-old, with blonde hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and slight musculature. He wore simple Egyptian cotton and leather armbands.
"Forget it, Jono, you can't afford it, and if you get caught stealing your master is going to be furious." A brunette pulled on the back of Jono's shirt. She was a small girl of the same age. Fiery hazel eyes, tanned skin, and garments that indicated she was servant to a valuable family.
"Maybe if we put what we have together we can buy some! How 'bout it, Anzu?"
"No way! Why would I spend it on fruit?"
"Please?" He nuzzled her shoulder, and she daintily swatted him off.
"Which one did you want, Jono?"
"It doesn't matter, they are all so good!" Jono answered not realizing whom he was speaking to.
Anzu jumped and watched Atem approach the booth, and Seto approach them.
"Um, Jono..."
"Well, Anzu, which fruit are you going to get?"
"What? I never said –"
"Here you are Jono, I hope you like this one." Atem held out a fruit.
"Yer highness, when did you get here?!" Jono twitched and clung to Anzu who in turn shoved him off.
"Not very perceptive, as usual, mutt." Seto smirked. Jono growled back. Being a slave he did not have the authority to fight back, and Seto used this to his advantage.
"Enough Seto. Here Joey, this tastes really good."
"Thank you very much, yer highness." Jono accepted the fruit and devoured it in mere seconds.
"It has been a while, your majesty, and you two, your eminence." Anzu bowed to both Atem and Seto.
"It has. I have missed you both. I am sorry that I haven't been able to see you both in a while. They keep us pretty busy in there."
"I see. Well, you are here now. That's all that matters."
Atem loved both of his friends; they were a big part of his fascination with the common world. Usually, Seto never went with him; this was due to the fact that he and Jono did nothing but argue. Well, it was silent arguing. Jono was never able to fight back. The usual conversation was catching up on the latest news of their lives. What was new, what was annoying, etc. Conversations like this could take days to finish, but unfortunately, days was not available to slaves.
"Jono! We're leaving Get over here, boy!" A gruff older man yelled over the crowd.
"Oops, looks like I have to run. Thank you very much, your highness for the fruit!" Jono waved and ran towards the man who is his master. The much larger man had smacked Jono on the back of his head, scolding him for keeping the master waiting.
Atem often wanted to kill Jono's master for the way he was treated, but Seto always reminded him that if he interfered there would be trouble with his father and the council. It upset him when he came to see Jono he would look somewhat battered or mal-nourished. He even heard from others when he asked them to check up on his friend that he was sometimes raped. Jono never spoke of it, and whenever the topic came up he turned away and began to change the subject. Someday, when he has the authority, he vowed to save Jono. And Anzu as well, though her slave life was fortunate. She was under kind masters; powerful, but kind. She was a slave of the nobles.
"Well, I had better be going too. I'm sure they are wondering what is taking me so long on my errands. It was good to see you today, my lords. " Anzu bowed to both. Atem, now out of his trance, smiled and pulled her into a hug.
"I hope to see you again soon."
She nodded then turned to embrace the crowds. Seto watched her carefully as she slowly disappeared. If anything in the common world ever interested him, it was she. Sure her friendship speeches should be shot down, but her spirit and way of personality intrigued him. And she wasn't afraid to fight back either. Perhaps it was because the prince was on her side, but so does Jono, and he still didn't. Something about this girl always seemed to catch his attention. He could never figure out why, and it annoyed him.
"I guess its back to the palace again. I was hoping to see them longer, but I guess we left too late." Atem sighed in disappointment.
"There will be other days." Seto turned and began to walk with Atem keeping pace beside him.
The bar was loud and busy, and hard to breathe in. But if it were to find Lahm then Bakura would endure it. He had to. He weaseled through drunks and whores scanning every face for the match. Looking through every person that entered and departed. Where was the bastard when you needed him? Suddenly a hand grabbed the back of his collar. He spun around to see a fat, groggy, and very dirty man grinning at him. Well, he would be grinning had he any teeth. Bakura's eyes darkened as the man moved closer to him.
"And what's a beautiful little morsel doing in a place like this?" The man cackled.
"Unhand me...now." Bakura darkened even more.
"Oh? Such bravery, I find that very...wonderful. I wonder what I should do with you."
"Did you not hear him? He said to unhand him. That's what you should do."
The fat man glanced to see a tall, slightly built man staring down at him. He had dark hair and eyes that accented his golden-tanned skin. He grunted and let go of Bakura then waddled away muttering incoherent nonsense.
"I never thought Inet let you out of her sight." The man knelt before Bakura.
"Lahm" Bakura lightened up. 'I found him! Finally, I'm so hungry'
"Well, speak, boy, where is Abdu?"
Bakura began to speak, but stopped himself as the memories flooded back into his thoughts. His eyes soon caught up.
"So...they are gone." Lahm looked sympathetically at the sniffling child clinging to his arm as he wiped the tears away from the chocolate eyes. "Come on. Let us get you some food and rest." Lahm picked up Bakura and carried him off. 'The poor boy. He has seen death, no, he met death. But what could have killed Inet? She is too powerful to be killed by any soldier or bandit.'
Ezurate's Master: Heya! Yay! Finally I got more in. Okay, first I would like to thank those who actually read this! ::mental hug:: And I ask you please review!!! Tell me what you think! (Note: I do not accept flames! If you really hate it that much then that's your deal, no need to insult me with your presence you narrow-minded maniacs!) I accept CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Please do tell me if there is something I can do to improve the story. Mind you, some of the characters may not act like they normally would, and yes, there will eventually be many parings both yaoi, yuri, and straight. My initial plan for this story was my version of the entire thing (yea, that means everything), however, that would take way too long, and my boss says I can't have anymore sick-days-that-are-really-days-for-writing- like-a-crackhead-on-caffine-because-inspiration-bit-me-in-the-ass-because- my-spoon-was-too-big! ::cry:: That jerk will never understand the true artist's mind! So, I will be doing my own version of the ancient past, some things will stay with the original story line and some things wont. I will dive into season one a little, I will not go into Duelist Kingdom, but it will be reminisced about. I will do battle city, and I don't know if I will continue from there. So what do you think?
Ezurate: Master, I do not think you can do all this.
Ezurate's master: Why not? ::pouts::
Ezurate: School starts in August and we still need to tell our story. People need to know our history too.
Ezurate's master: I have our story planned already, but I want to finish this first.
Ezurate: So that means never right?
Ezurate's master:........ I'll deal with you later.
Chapter 3
"Forever is not the same as Eternity"
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, if I did I wouldn't be posting anything here. I'd animate it! ::sniffle:: I wish I did own it though.....I wouldn't let anyone have Bakura....::runs screaming like an 8 yr. old girl::
Palace Temples-
The temples were the second largest structures in the city, second only to the palace itself, were always open to the public. There the some of the eldest of gods, Ra, Seth, and Thoth, were worshipped to bring good fortune to the land. Each temple had its themes and scents that welcomed the native and the traveler for they opened up to the main city streets, to the markets. A visit to the temples was quite normal. The visits were usually for simple prayers or blessings from the priests, and for a sense of security that the gods were watching and listening to their followers. Unless you were condemned, of course...
"C'mon, I'm bored. What should we do today?" the crown prince was tugging at Seto's arm.
Though both heirs were of the same age Atem looked to Seto as an older brother simply because the boy was taller, and Seto was the only one that Atem allowed to be informal with him.
"You have everything in the world Atem, how could you possibly be bored?"
"I don't have everything. Besides we've done our lessons for the day, even with magic, lets do something different." He continued to tug.
"Like?" Seto eyed his arm as if waiting for it to fall off...as if somehow it were only natural. Or perhaps he was just annoyed.
"Let's go to the market!"
"What's so great about the market?"
"Absolutely nothing, except for the fact that we are not supposed to be there."
"I see. You've been good all month, and now you miss getting into trouble."
"You know me so well that it is almost scary." Atem smiled innocently. "So then, shall we?"
"Why not? I am allowed to go, it is not like I have anything to lose."
Atem snorted and turned to leave. To the market then...
Meanwhile, in another part of the city...
Bakura had just arrived to the city pretending he was one of the merchant's slaves to pass the guards. His story was that he just came from Abydos to trade some valuables. The guards let him pass. After all, what harm could a child do? Though it did seem strange that a merchant would allow a boy to travel alone with merchandise. Perhaps it wasn't really anything that valuable. After his mother made him escape Bakura ran to a secret hideaway that the Ab-esh-imy-duat clan had built in case of such emergencies. He and a few others had made it there. This place held horses and provisions for the refugees of the clan, and after the older thieves set Bakura on his way they parted to different cities in the country. Best not to draw attention by sticking together. He slowly walked through the market, in and out of the crowd, searching for one man, Lahm. A friend of his parents. They often stayed with him to avoid capture by the royal soldiers. Lahm wasn't a thief; he was a merchant that sold rare items from the private vaults of the pharaohs and royals, and from far off lands. His favorite source was Inet she being a mystic herself. The markets always changed constantly to keep up with the economy and society, which proved difficult to find someone. The crowds in this city were nearly impenetrable and compared to him they were giants. 'Perhaps I can find him in one of those rest places, I know he loves to drink.' He weaseled his way through the crowd going straight to the one place Lahm goes to the most. To the people, escape and sanctuary, to those like us, a bar and a whorehouse. No man is lonely here. 'There is the place. I remember the sign.' Bakura quickened his pace; eyes set straight on the sign. It isn't hard to get through the crowd for him, unless he ran into someone of the same height.
"Oof!" Right on cue, Bakura crossed paths with, you guessed it, another child. Actually, two other children.
"Excuse me, I didn't mean to do that, I didn't see you." The taller of the two strangers spoke. Bakura glanced up to meet a pair of beautiful blue eyes.
"Its okay, I wasn't really paying attention either." Bakura looked away, and turned to leave.
"Well, that was strange." Atem spoke as he watched Bakura disappear.
"How so?" Seto sighed irritated. What was it about the common world that fascinated Atem so much?
"Did you see his skin and hair? It was interesting."
"If you say so. Tell me, what is the real reason we came here?"
"To see Jono and Anzu of course!"
Seto sighed at the sound of Jono's name, he never was very fond of 'that damned mutt'.
Throughout the market, various things were sold besides trinkets. Jewelry, silks, tools, papers, services, and more commonly food. "Ooh! That smells good!" a boy eyed some rare fruits. He was tall for an eight-year-old, with blonde hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and slight musculature. He wore simple Egyptian cotton and leather armbands.
"Forget it, Jono, you can't afford it, and if you get caught stealing your master is going to be furious." A brunette pulled on the back of Jono's shirt. She was a small girl of the same age. Fiery hazel eyes, tanned skin, and garments that indicated she was servant to a valuable family.
"Maybe if we put what we have together we can buy some! How 'bout it, Anzu?"
"No way! Why would I spend it on fruit?"
"Please?" He nuzzled her shoulder, and she daintily swatted him off.
"Which one did you want, Jono?"
"It doesn't matter, they are all so good!" Jono answered not realizing whom he was speaking to.
Anzu jumped and watched Atem approach the booth, and Seto approach them.
"Um, Jono..."
"Well, Anzu, which fruit are you going to get?"
"What? I never said –"
"Here you are Jono, I hope you like this one." Atem held out a fruit.
"Yer highness, when did you get here?!" Jono twitched and clung to Anzu who in turn shoved him off.
"Not very perceptive, as usual, mutt." Seto smirked. Jono growled back. Being a slave he did not have the authority to fight back, and Seto used this to his advantage.
"Enough Seto. Here Joey, this tastes really good."
"Thank you very much, yer highness." Jono accepted the fruit and devoured it in mere seconds.
"It has been a while, your majesty, and you two, your eminence." Anzu bowed to both Atem and Seto.
"It has. I have missed you both. I am sorry that I haven't been able to see you both in a while. They keep us pretty busy in there."
"I see. Well, you are here now. That's all that matters."
Atem loved both of his friends; they were a big part of his fascination with the common world. Usually, Seto never went with him; this was due to the fact that he and Jono did nothing but argue. Well, it was silent arguing. Jono was never able to fight back. The usual conversation was catching up on the latest news of their lives. What was new, what was annoying, etc. Conversations like this could take days to finish, but unfortunately, days was not available to slaves.
"Jono! We're leaving Get over here, boy!" A gruff older man yelled over the crowd.
"Oops, looks like I have to run. Thank you very much, your highness for the fruit!" Jono waved and ran towards the man who is his master. The much larger man had smacked Jono on the back of his head, scolding him for keeping the master waiting.
Atem often wanted to kill Jono's master for the way he was treated, but Seto always reminded him that if he interfered there would be trouble with his father and the council. It upset him when he came to see Jono he would look somewhat battered or mal-nourished. He even heard from others when he asked them to check up on his friend that he was sometimes raped. Jono never spoke of it, and whenever the topic came up he turned away and began to change the subject. Someday, when he has the authority, he vowed to save Jono. And Anzu as well, though her slave life was fortunate. She was under kind masters; powerful, but kind. She was a slave of the nobles.
"Well, I had better be going too. I'm sure they are wondering what is taking me so long on my errands. It was good to see you today, my lords. " Anzu bowed to both. Atem, now out of his trance, smiled and pulled her into a hug.
"I hope to see you again soon."
She nodded then turned to embrace the crowds. Seto watched her carefully as she slowly disappeared. If anything in the common world ever interested him, it was she. Sure her friendship speeches should be shot down, but her spirit and way of personality intrigued him. And she wasn't afraid to fight back either. Perhaps it was because the prince was on her side, but so does Jono, and he still didn't. Something about this girl always seemed to catch his attention. He could never figure out why, and it annoyed him.
"I guess its back to the palace again. I was hoping to see them longer, but I guess we left too late." Atem sighed in disappointment.
"There will be other days." Seto turned and began to walk with Atem keeping pace beside him.
The bar was loud and busy, and hard to breathe in. But if it were to find Lahm then Bakura would endure it. He had to. He weaseled through drunks and whores scanning every face for the match. Looking through every person that entered and departed. Where was the bastard when you needed him? Suddenly a hand grabbed the back of his collar. He spun around to see a fat, groggy, and very dirty man grinning at him. Well, he would be grinning had he any teeth. Bakura's eyes darkened as the man moved closer to him.
"And what's a beautiful little morsel doing in a place like this?" The man cackled.
"Unhand me...now." Bakura darkened even more.
"Oh? Such bravery, I find that very...wonderful. I wonder what I should do with you."
"Did you not hear him? He said to unhand him. That's what you should do."
The fat man glanced to see a tall, slightly built man staring down at him. He had dark hair and eyes that accented his golden-tanned skin. He grunted and let go of Bakura then waddled away muttering incoherent nonsense.
"I never thought Inet let you out of her sight." The man knelt before Bakura.
"Lahm" Bakura lightened up. 'I found him! Finally, I'm so hungry'
"Well, speak, boy, where is Abdu?"
Bakura began to speak, but stopped himself as the memories flooded back into his thoughts. His eyes soon caught up.
"So...they are gone." Lahm looked sympathetically at the sniffling child clinging to his arm as he wiped the tears away from the chocolate eyes. "Come on. Let us get you some food and rest." Lahm picked up Bakura and carried him off. 'The poor boy. He has seen death, no, he met death. But what could have killed Inet? She is too powerful to be killed by any soldier or bandit.'
Ezurate's Master: Heya! Yay! Finally I got more in. Okay, first I would like to thank those who actually read this! ::mental hug:: And I ask you please review!!! Tell me what you think! (Note: I do not accept flames! If you really hate it that much then that's your deal, no need to insult me with your presence you narrow-minded maniacs!) I accept CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Please do tell me if there is something I can do to improve the story. Mind you, some of the characters may not act like they normally would, and yes, there will eventually be many parings both yaoi, yuri, and straight. My initial plan for this story was my version of the entire thing (yea, that means everything), however, that would take way too long, and my boss says I can't have anymore sick-days-that-are-really-days-for-writing- like-a-crackhead-on-caffine-because-inspiration-bit-me-in-the-ass-because- my-spoon-was-too-big! ::cry:: That jerk will never understand the true artist's mind! So, I will be doing my own version of the ancient past, some things will stay with the original story line and some things wont. I will dive into season one a little, I will not go into Duelist Kingdom, but it will be reminisced about. I will do battle city, and I don't know if I will continue from there. So what do you think?
Ezurate: Master, I do not think you can do all this.
Ezurate's master: Why not? ::pouts::
Ezurate: School starts in August and we still need to tell our story. People need to know our history too.
Ezurate's master: I have our story planned already, but I want to finish this first.
Ezurate: So that means never right?
Ezurate's master:........ I'll deal with you later.