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Inuyasha or Yugioh character." Then I kicked it and got a sore foot...
Hiya! I got only three reviews! Yay, I think...well, anyways, to the point now! Yes! March onward and forward! I wonder why no one will review in flames...it makes me sad to know that no one has any constructive or mean criticism...oh well. On wit da story!!! Waaaaaaaaaa-ha-ha-ha- haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! ____________________________________________________________________
Chapter 2: Enter Bakura!
Saturday Afternoon, In Domino City, Japan.
A white-haired youth sat atop the roof of a three-story building. His hair blew about as the wind rose and forced everything in a southerly direction as it passed by. The boy looked down at the innocent bystanders walking throughout the town, into and out of shops, wandering around in the streets. Socializing, walking about, looking in the windows of shops. No one seemed to notice the three thousand year old sitting upon the rooftop of the three-story toyshop.
He glared down at eh people of Domino City, seemingly seeking out something. His dark brown eyes darting to and fro to each person in the crowd, as if judging or weighing their worth just by looking at them. Finally, the gaze of those fierce brown eyes stopped on someone.
There was a girl wearing a long dark blue skirt and a long sleeved blue sweater. The strange part was that she wore her hair tied up in a ponytail. Wait, okay? That wasn't the weird part. The weird part was that her hair was tied with a gold cord that had the symbol of the millennium eye etched into the round orbs at the ends of the cord.
Bakura's, (yami Bakura, ryou is normal Bakura okay?), mind peaked with interest. What was this? It could have been a trick, maybe a coincidence? Perhaps it was some sort of joke or maybe...was it some sort of new item? Maybe it was a new source of magic that he could steal? He grabbed for his millennium ring, eyes never leaving the girl wandering about the streets with her peculiar hair décor flashing in the sunlight.
Clutching the millennium ring in both hands, he used its powers to detect if the item the girl wore was a millennium item. Whether it was new or more ancient, he didn't care. The ring glowed an eerie golden yellow and Bakura sensed something.
What Bakura sensed felt quite unlike shadow magic, yet faintly similar. The thing the girl wore was definitely not a millennium item. But Bakura couldn't ignore the fact that there was something surrounding that item, some sort of magic...
He snapped out of his thoughts and looked down. There was the girl, looking into a shop window. Then, for a moment in time, she seemed to look up directly at Bakura with laughing violet eyes, and she...smiled! And then immediately after, turned her gaze back toward the shop window. The nerve of her!
"What the..." said Bakura, his eyebrows rising in confusion and then he immediately scowled. "Why that little..."
Bakura climbed down the side of side of the building, using window ledges and other things jutting out of the wall. He went down the back way so as not to be seen by passersby. He soon reached the bottom of the building and started toward the area he had last seen the girl with the purple eyes.
...she wasn't there.
He looked through the crowds of people, enjoying their silly weekend. He started to search around the area in which he had last seen her. His search had brought him to the middle of nowhere and he had stopped in front of an empty alley. He got out the millennium ring once more. Laying it flat on his palm, he used its powers to run a search for the girl.
The ring glowed gently yet briefly. One of the dangly bits started to rise...it pointed toward Bakura. "Huh?" he said in confusion. Then the dangly sharp pointer aimed toward Bakura's left and quickly moved in that direction.
Bakura turned his gaze and followed the direction the ring was pointing toward. He turned left and...
Wham!
Knees buckling under him, he collapsed. Still alive yet, Bakura tried to get up using his arms and cursed, "damn that Ryou and his weak body..."
"Oops, sorry," said the girl with the purple eyes. "Didn't mean to hit ya so hard." She grinned at Bakura, violet eyes gleaming mischievously as she grabbed his hand and helped hum up. "Well I gotta go," she said, glancing back behind her. Coming down the alley that Bakura had had his back to before, was a thundering horde of about twenty of so stomping senior boys. They attended Domino High as well and were huge, wearing the blue uniforms of the high school.
"Damn! Did you have to bring them along?!" said Bakura to the girl, angrily. He took off through the streets of Domino City. "Damn it all!"
"Hey shouted one of the senior students in the alley. "It's that albino freak who-Unghhh!"
"I know what he did!" shouted the guy who had elbowed the other student in the gut and was obviously the leader, since he wore a cap that said 'leader' on it. He growled at the others, daring them to speak. No one else did...but then...
"Hey jerks! I'm right over here with the white haired dude! Hop you didn't forget about me!" The girl was shouting at the seniors, and then started yelling, "Hello! I'm still here! What're you waiting for you incompetent, bumbling fools who aren't even worthy of thug name! You yellow bellied, scum sucking, brainless--"
Bakura had dashed back and had now grabbed the girl's arm. He yanked and pulled her forward with him as she finished her sentence..."MORONS!!!"
"Hey, what is your problem?!" said Bakura. "Have you no sense? Do you want to get yourself killed? I can get myself out of this easily, while you on the other hand just seem to love getting yourself even deeper into trouble."
The ribbon cord-thingy flapped and bobbed about, swinging around as the weighted orbs at the end were flung by the onrushing wind as the girl ran with Bakura tugging her along.
Soon the two slowed down to catch their breath in another part of town that seemed less likely to be inhabited by anyone. "I think we lost them," said the girl between breaths. She glanced behind her. "Yep, I'm pretty sure we lost them."
"We?!" growled Bakura, outraged at the girl. "We!?"
"Oh! Are you like, telling the story about the piggies? Oh! And this widdle piggy cried wee-wee-wee all the way home!"
"No! I wasn't talking about piggies!" yelled Bakura as he regained his breath. "You're probably only a year younger than...uh...this body of mine," said Bakura, and then muttered under his breath, "you're probably thousands of years younger than the actual me..."
"You know what? You act like a five-year old idiot!" Bakura continued with his ranting once more. "Shouldn't you act a bit more your age? What are you?"
"Nyah-nyah!" The girl winked, stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry.
"See!"
"See what?" she asked innocently, dark bangs moving aside to reveal shining purple eyes; watery adorable eyes that had grown twice their normal size stared at Bakura.
"Oh my gosh you are worse than Ryou!" Bakura's face became shrouded in shadow as he tilted his head downwards, his bangs coming to cover and veil his face. "Heh-heh...were you born this annoying?" he growled under his breath. "Heh-heh-ha-ha..." he laughed in a shadowed though malicious sounding voice. "You just don't get it, do you?" he carried on, drawling in a soft voice.
"Uh, Bakura?" The girl shrank back from him, eyes growing fearsome.
"It isn't nice to go upsetting strangers, especially when they're three thousand years older than you. Do you think at all before you think? You probably don't. Well let me just tell you that you-"
"But Bakura..."
"What? I'm in the middle of lecturing you, foolish mortal girl," said Bakura, lifting his head. Gleaming brown eyes gazed down at the misfortunate girl as they showed nothing but malice in their dark depths. "I've been having such a horrible day, and you're not making it any better," he grinned a feral grin, showing every glittering sharp tooth in his mouth.
"Well before the day gets any better, it's gonna get much worse, Bakura-san," she pointed behind him.
"Hiya, whitey," said a cold voice from behind Bakura.
"Huh?" Bakura started to turn and...]
Wham!
Not again, thought Bakura as his knees buckled under him again.
"Well, well, well," said a large senior in a blue uniform. "If it ain't whitey and the wench. Hm. Come on and get up runt." More guys in blue uniform came and surrounded the stunned Bakura and scared girl.
"Stop it now!" said the girl, purple eyes flashing dangerously though her voice wavered slightly. "Don't call me 'the wench,' alright? If you're gonna call me something, call me Sheira! And he's not whitey, he's Bakura or dude, okay?"
"You know, it's that tongue of yours that gets you into the trouble that always seems to follow you. How about letting me cut it out for you," said the leader, grabbing a pocket knife from his uh...pocket.
"Uh..."
"What, outta words so soon? Come on. What happened to those fiery little comments? Did your mind suddenly go blank with fear? Here, let me help yo-Arghhh!"
Bakura had managed to prop himself up on an elbow, without anyone noticing, and kicked the leader, causing him to collapse forward. Klunk. The leader had managed to fall on his head and knock himself out. Bakura jumped up and said, "Do you know how to fight?"
"Well not really," said Sheira.
"Oh well," said Bakura, drawing the pocket knife he had taken from the leader and faced the crowd of stupid thugs who were pounding their fists and trying to look intimidating.
In a flash of gold many groans could be heard. Sheira had untied her hair and had swung the cord as hard as she could at about six of the thugs and now they were bound together by the cord. It seemed to pulse in pinkish-purple light. Sheira walked over to them and knocked them over the head with a mallet that seemed to materialize out of nowhere and into her hand. Then she hit the leader to make sure he was unconscious.
"Interesting," said Bakura as he lunged forward with the pocket knife in one hand and his own personal blade in the other. The thugs threw punches and kicks that may have been powerful, but were certainly no match for Bakura's lightning fast speed. He knocked a few out with the handles of his knives curled up in his fists. He didn't feel like shedding blood at the moment so he left the blades facing away from his targets.
But there were still soooooooo many thugs left. They closed in on Bakura, not noticing Sheira slip away and out of sight of everyone...
"Ha-ha! You'll soon wish you were never born," said Bakura, giving the remaining thugs a toothy smile. They flinched involuntarily at the sight.
Bakura reached into the pocket of his dark blue uniform. "Crap," he said under his breath. He had left his duel monsters deck on the kitchen counter back at the apartment.
"Here Bakura!"
A card fluttered down from the rooftop above. Bakura outstretched his hand and grabbed it as it fell toward him. He looked at it. "Dark Zebra?"
"I think it's an adorable card! Summon it well," shouted Sheira from her perch as she watched from above, waving a hand and almost toppling over as she did so.
"Hm. I summon Dark Zebra!" shouted Bakura as he lifted the card. The millennium ring glowed against his chest as he summoned the card to the real world.
In a flash of light, a zebra materialized and on its head a shining golden horn stood proudly against the zig-zagging black-and-white stripes.
"Hey, where'd that thing come from?"
"Heck if I know!"
"I think this place is cursed! Let's get outta here!"
And with that, the remaining thugs broke loose and ran away as a horned zebra dashed after them. Their frightened squeals and screams could be heard as they saw the zebra chasing after them, leaving their knocked out leader and other comrades lying in the alley.
"So," said Sheira, who had climbed down and was now emerging from the shadows of the building. "What made those guys so darned mad at you?"
"Heh. Oh nothing much," said Bakura, dusting himself off. After this, he walked over to the fallen leader and lifted the cap off his head. Shaved into the hair on his head were the words, "I'm pretty stoopid." The word stupid was misspelled on purpose by Bakura.
"Ha-ha! What a laugh! I'm glad I didn't get on your bad side." Sheira laughed and then spit on the guy's head. "Yup! That was fun!"
"By the way," said Bakura, "how'd ya know my name?"
"Um...well," Sheira took a deep breath and then stumbled on with the rest of what she was saying as quickly as her tongue could say it all. "I like to know a little about my targets when I'm planning a mischief."
"Huh?"
"Too bad. I just told you, and I'm not repeating."
"So why are you here?" said Bakura, tucking away his millennium ring.
"Oh!" Sheira exclaimed as she reached into a pocket in her skirt. She pulled out a photograph and passed it to Bakura.
Bakura looked at the photograph. It was a picture of a girl in a green and white uniform, and a guy with hair as white as his own, though with less spikes and a set of ears on top of his head instead of at the sides. His ears were dogs ears, sharp and pointed though, instead of big and floppy. He was wearing a red kimono and seemed to be arguing with the girl.
"That's Kagome and Inuyasha," explained Sheira. She grabbed another photo out of her pocket and also gave it to Bakura. It was a picture of a shining pink shard that glittered as it was held between someone's index finger and thumb. "That's a shikon shard, part of the shikon no tama. I've heard that this holds some interesting powers, something that at least you may be able to get your hands on if you can't get all the millennium items. Kagome and Inuyasha have those shards...maybe you should go to Tokyo sometime...heh-heh. You can pay me back for the information later. See ya!"
She grinned, her purple eyes gleaming mischievously. She started running toward the end of this alley. Bakura followed to ask what this was all about, though when he reached the end, he saw nothing but felt a breeze blow by...the wind seemed to laugh in his ears... _________________________________________________________________
That's the end of Chapter 2! Tune in next time, or sometime soon for chapter 3...I still have to decide on a chapter title for that one though.... Thanks to my reviewers: Puppkid, dark_angel_856, and fluffy-fan1313! See ya next time!
Hiya! I got only three reviews! Yay, I think...well, anyways, to the point now! Yes! March onward and forward! I wonder why no one will review in flames...it makes me sad to know that no one has any constructive or mean criticism...oh well. On wit da story!!! Waaaaaaaaaa-ha-ha-ha- haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! ____________________________________________________________________
Chapter 2: Enter Bakura!
Saturday Afternoon, In Domino City, Japan.
A white-haired youth sat atop the roof of a three-story building. His hair blew about as the wind rose and forced everything in a southerly direction as it passed by. The boy looked down at the innocent bystanders walking throughout the town, into and out of shops, wandering around in the streets. Socializing, walking about, looking in the windows of shops. No one seemed to notice the three thousand year old sitting upon the rooftop of the three-story toyshop.
He glared down at eh people of Domino City, seemingly seeking out something. His dark brown eyes darting to and fro to each person in the crowd, as if judging or weighing their worth just by looking at them. Finally, the gaze of those fierce brown eyes stopped on someone.
There was a girl wearing a long dark blue skirt and a long sleeved blue sweater. The strange part was that she wore her hair tied up in a ponytail. Wait, okay? That wasn't the weird part. The weird part was that her hair was tied with a gold cord that had the symbol of the millennium eye etched into the round orbs at the ends of the cord.
Bakura's, (yami Bakura, ryou is normal Bakura okay?), mind peaked with interest. What was this? It could have been a trick, maybe a coincidence? Perhaps it was some sort of joke or maybe...was it some sort of new item? Maybe it was a new source of magic that he could steal? He grabbed for his millennium ring, eyes never leaving the girl wandering about the streets with her peculiar hair décor flashing in the sunlight.
Clutching the millennium ring in both hands, he used its powers to detect if the item the girl wore was a millennium item. Whether it was new or more ancient, he didn't care. The ring glowed an eerie golden yellow and Bakura sensed something.
What Bakura sensed felt quite unlike shadow magic, yet faintly similar. The thing the girl wore was definitely not a millennium item. But Bakura couldn't ignore the fact that there was something surrounding that item, some sort of magic...
He snapped out of his thoughts and looked down. There was the girl, looking into a shop window. Then, for a moment in time, she seemed to look up directly at Bakura with laughing violet eyes, and she...smiled! And then immediately after, turned her gaze back toward the shop window. The nerve of her!
"What the..." said Bakura, his eyebrows rising in confusion and then he immediately scowled. "Why that little..."
Bakura climbed down the side of side of the building, using window ledges and other things jutting out of the wall. He went down the back way so as not to be seen by passersby. He soon reached the bottom of the building and started toward the area he had last seen the girl with the purple eyes.
...she wasn't there.
He looked through the crowds of people, enjoying their silly weekend. He started to search around the area in which he had last seen her. His search had brought him to the middle of nowhere and he had stopped in front of an empty alley. He got out the millennium ring once more. Laying it flat on his palm, he used its powers to run a search for the girl.
The ring glowed gently yet briefly. One of the dangly bits started to rise...it pointed toward Bakura. "Huh?" he said in confusion. Then the dangly sharp pointer aimed toward Bakura's left and quickly moved in that direction.
Bakura turned his gaze and followed the direction the ring was pointing toward. He turned left and...
Wham!
Knees buckling under him, he collapsed. Still alive yet, Bakura tried to get up using his arms and cursed, "damn that Ryou and his weak body..."
"Oops, sorry," said the girl with the purple eyes. "Didn't mean to hit ya so hard." She grinned at Bakura, violet eyes gleaming mischievously as she grabbed his hand and helped hum up. "Well I gotta go," she said, glancing back behind her. Coming down the alley that Bakura had had his back to before, was a thundering horde of about twenty of so stomping senior boys. They attended Domino High as well and were huge, wearing the blue uniforms of the high school.
"Damn! Did you have to bring them along?!" said Bakura to the girl, angrily. He took off through the streets of Domino City. "Damn it all!"
"Hey shouted one of the senior students in the alley. "It's that albino freak who-Unghhh!"
"I know what he did!" shouted the guy who had elbowed the other student in the gut and was obviously the leader, since he wore a cap that said 'leader' on it. He growled at the others, daring them to speak. No one else did...but then...
"Hey jerks! I'm right over here with the white haired dude! Hop you didn't forget about me!" The girl was shouting at the seniors, and then started yelling, "Hello! I'm still here! What're you waiting for you incompetent, bumbling fools who aren't even worthy of thug name! You yellow bellied, scum sucking, brainless--"
Bakura had dashed back and had now grabbed the girl's arm. He yanked and pulled her forward with him as she finished her sentence..."MORONS!!!"
"Hey, what is your problem?!" said Bakura. "Have you no sense? Do you want to get yourself killed? I can get myself out of this easily, while you on the other hand just seem to love getting yourself even deeper into trouble."
The ribbon cord-thingy flapped and bobbed about, swinging around as the weighted orbs at the end were flung by the onrushing wind as the girl ran with Bakura tugging her along.
Soon the two slowed down to catch their breath in another part of town that seemed less likely to be inhabited by anyone. "I think we lost them," said the girl between breaths. She glanced behind her. "Yep, I'm pretty sure we lost them."
"We?!" growled Bakura, outraged at the girl. "We!?"
"Oh! Are you like, telling the story about the piggies? Oh! And this widdle piggy cried wee-wee-wee all the way home!"
"No! I wasn't talking about piggies!" yelled Bakura as he regained his breath. "You're probably only a year younger than...uh...this body of mine," said Bakura, and then muttered under his breath, "you're probably thousands of years younger than the actual me..."
"You know what? You act like a five-year old idiot!" Bakura continued with his ranting once more. "Shouldn't you act a bit more your age? What are you?"
"Nyah-nyah!" The girl winked, stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry.
"See!"
"See what?" she asked innocently, dark bangs moving aside to reveal shining purple eyes; watery adorable eyes that had grown twice their normal size stared at Bakura.
"Oh my gosh you are worse than Ryou!" Bakura's face became shrouded in shadow as he tilted his head downwards, his bangs coming to cover and veil his face. "Heh-heh...were you born this annoying?" he growled under his breath. "Heh-heh-ha-ha..." he laughed in a shadowed though malicious sounding voice. "You just don't get it, do you?" he carried on, drawling in a soft voice.
"Uh, Bakura?" The girl shrank back from him, eyes growing fearsome.
"It isn't nice to go upsetting strangers, especially when they're three thousand years older than you. Do you think at all before you think? You probably don't. Well let me just tell you that you-"
"But Bakura..."
"What? I'm in the middle of lecturing you, foolish mortal girl," said Bakura, lifting his head. Gleaming brown eyes gazed down at the misfortunate girl as they showed nothing but malice in their dark depths. "I've been having such a horrible day, and you're not making it any better," he grinned a feral grin, showing every glittering sharp tooth in his mouth.
"Well before the day gets any better, it's gonna get much worse, Bakura-san," she pointed behind him.
"Hiya, whitey," said a cold voice from behind Bakura.
"Huh?" Bakura started to turn and...]
Wham!
Not again, thought Bakura as his knees buckled under him again.
"Well, well, well," said a large senior in a blue uniform. "If it ain't whitey and the wench. Hm. Come on and get up runt." More guys in blue uniform came and surrounded the stunned Bakura and scared girl.
"Stop it now!" said the girl, purple eyes flashing dangerously though her voice wavered slightly. "Don't call me 'the wench,' alright? If you're gonna call me something, call me Sheira! And he's not whitey, he's Bakura or dude, okay?"
"You know, it's that tongue of yours that gets you into the trouble that always seems to follow you. How about letting me cut it out for you," said the leader, grabbing a pocket knife from his uh...pocket.
"Uh..."
"What, outta words so soon? Come on. What happened to those fiery little comments? Did your mind suddenly go blank with fear? Here, let me help yo-Arghhh!"
Bakura had managed to prop himself up on an elbow, without anyone noticing, and kicked the leader, causing him to collapse forward. Klunk. The leader had managed to fall on his head and knock himself out. Bakura jumped up and said, "Do you know how to fight?"
"Well not really," said Sheira.
"Oh well," said Bakura, drawing the pocket knife he had taken from the leader and faced the crowd of stupid thugs who were pounding their fists and trying to look intimidating.
In a flash of gold many groans could be heard. Sheira had untied her hair and had swung the cord as hard as she could at about six of the thugs and now they were bound together by the cord. It seemed to pulse in pinkish-purple light. Sheira walked over to them and knocked them over the head with a mallet that seemed to materialize out of nowhere and into her hand. Then she hit the leader to make sure he was unconscious.
"Interesting," said Bakura as he lunged forward with the pocket knife in one hand and his own personal blade in the other. The thugs threw punches and kicks that may have been powerful, but were certainly no match for Bakura's lightning fast speed. He knocked a few out with the handles of his knives curled up in his fists. He didn't feel like shedding blood at the moment so he left the blades facing away from his targets.
But there were still soooooooo many thugs left. They closed in on Bakura, not noticing Sheira slip away and out of sight of everyone...
"Ha-ha! You'll soon wish you were never born," said Bakura, giving the remaining thugs a toothy smile. They flinched involuntarily at the sight.
Bakura reached into the pocket of his dark blue uniform. "Crap," he said under his breath. He had left his duel monsters deck on the kitchen counter back at the apartment.
"Here Bakura!"
A card fluttered down from the rooftop above. Bakura outstretched his hand and grabbed it as it fell toward him. He looked at it. "Dark Zebra?"
"I think it's an adorable card! Summon it well," shouted Sheira from her perch as she watched from above, waving a hand and almost toppling over as she did so.
"Hm. I summon Dark Zebra!" shouted Bakura as he lifted the card. The millennium ring glowed against his chest as he summoned the card to the real world.
In a flash of light, a zebra materialized and on its head a shining golden horn stood proudly against the zig-zagging black-and-white stripes.
"Hey, where'd that thing come from?"
"Heck if I know!"
"I think this place is cursed! Let's get outta here!"
And with that, the remaining thugs broke loose and ran away as a horned zebra dashed after them. Their frightened squeals and screams could be heard as they saw the zebra chasing after them, leaving their knocked out leader and other comrades lying in the alley.
"So," said Sheira, who had climbed down and was now emerging from the shadows of the building. "What made those guys so darned mad at you?"
"Heh. Oh nothing much," said Bakura, dusting himself off. After this, he walked over to the fallen leader and lifted the cap off his head. Shaved into the hair on his head were the words, "I'm pretty stoopid." The word stupid was misspelled on purpose by Bakura.
"Ha-ha! What a laugh! I'm glad I didn't get on your bad side." Sheira laughed and then spit on the guy's head. "Yup! That was fun!"
"By the way," said Bakura, "how'd ya know my name?"
"Um...well," Sheira took a deep breath and then stumbled on with the rest of what she was saying as quickly as her tongue could say it all. "I like to know a little about my targets when I'm planning a mischief."
"Huh?"
"Too bad. I just told you, and I'm not repeating."
"So why are you here?" said Bakura, tucking away his millennium ring.
"Oh!" Sheira exclaimed as she reached into a pocket in her skirt. She pulled out a photograph and passed it to Bakura.
Bakura looked at the photograph. It was a picture of a girl in a green and white uniform, and a guy with hair as white as his own, though with less spikes and a set of ears on top of his head instead of at the sides. His ears were dogs ears, sharp and pointed though, instead of big and floppy. He was wearing a red kimono and seemed to be arguing with the girl.
"That's Kagome and Inuyasha," explained Sheira. She grabbed another photo out of her pocket and also gave it to Bakura. It was a picture of a shining pink shard that glittered as it was held between someone's index finger and thumb. "That's a shikon shard, part of the shikon no tama. I've heard that this holds some interesting powers, something that at least you may be able to get your hands on if you can't get all the millennium items. Kagome and Inuyasha have those shards...maybe you should go to Tokyo sometime...heh-heh. You can pay me back for the information later. See ya!"
She grinned, her purple eyes gleaming mischievously. She started running toward the end of this alley. Bakura followed to ask what this was all about, though when he reached the end, he saw nothing but felt a breeze blow by...the wind seemed to laugh in his ears... _________________________________________________________________
That's the end of Chapter 2! Tune in next time, or sometime soon for chapter 3...I still have to decide on a chapter title for that one though.... Thanks to my reviewers: Puppkid, dark_angel_856, and fluffy-fan1313! See ya next time!