Black fyre: Eh. Haven't been writing lately. Sorry. Been very busy.
Ryou: Tell me about it. I'm getting less and less screen time. Not that it bothers me.
Bakura: For once, fyre is making me look like a not half bad chari.
Black fyre: Only a once in a lifetime chance, Bakura. Now, enjoy my fic!
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Raen walked briskly through the middle of the dusty, crowded street. Her eyes kept drifting towards the shadows where a tall, slumped over figure ambled along. Bakura had told her to follow him, but stay a fair bit away from him. Raen let her eyes wander from him for a moment, distracted by a crash as a cart swerved to avoid a various person. Her eyes shifted back towards where she had last saw Bakura. He wasn't there. Raens heart leapt as she searched for the pale-haired thief. He had done well in hiding. He was nowhere to be seen.
"Ah, crud. I should've kept an eye on him," Raen muttered. She bumped into a man and he gave her a cold stare. The crowd was growing thicker as they continued on. Over all the noise, Raen could hear a clear, sharp voice calling out to all. "Behold! The Pharaoh!" the man yelled. The crowd hushed. She could easily recognize the figure that stepped onto the platform. Raen relaxed the grip on her hood a bit. She knew he was Yugis Yami. He strongly resembled Yugi, except that he was much more tan and had crimson eyes. The Pharaoh turned his gaze across the crowd. His eyes hovered on Raen for a second, but they were blank. He didn't know her. Yugi did, he probably didn't.
Raen turned, ready to walk away in order to find Bakura. Only the perimeter was surrounded by guards. Cursing, she began to slip past one. A strong, dark hand reached down, tossing her backwards. "None shall leave until the ceremony is completed. And the Pharaoh is done speaking.
"What ceremony?" Raen replied, clutching her hood tightly. The man didn't look at her. His lips remained pursed. After awhile, a harsh whisper could barely be heard.
"A sacrifice." Raen blinked. "A human sacrifice. And probably one of an outsider. Like you," he said almost apologetically. The Pharaoh spoke a final word, turning his back to the crowd. A priest stepped up, his cold blue eyes flashing over the crowd. Raens heart beat quickened suddenly as he fixed his gaze upon her. There was nothing warm in it. A chill spread over her body as he made a sudden jerk of his head. Strong arms fastened onto her, lifting her off the ground.
"Let go of me, you bast-" Raen screamed. She lashed out, flailing her arms wildly and kicking at her captor. Now she knew what it felt like to be an animal ready to be killed and eaten. The crowd cast their eyes elsewhere and began to disperse. Raen stopped struggling. No one was going to help her.
A shadow was cast across her as the Pharaoh approached. His voice was cold and unfeeling. "Not her. She is not the type I need for the sacrificial ceremony." The priest watched the Pharaoh slyly. Icy malice glittered in his eyes. Raen had the sudden feeling that the priest was not as devoted to the Pharaoh as he first appeared. The guard let go of Raen, dropping her to the ground.
A cloaked figure stepped out from the shadows, fastening a strong grip onto her wrist. It was Bakura. And he was not in the least, happy. Raen winced, less from the pain and more from the look of utter anger on his face. "I told you to stay close to me!" Bakura snarled, letting go of her. He stormed off down the street. Raen stood stunned for a moment, then began to jog to catch up to him.
"I didn't mean to. Really," Raen stuttered. Bakura snorted in response.
"Be lucky Reikai found you. Otherwise, you would probably still be wandering the streets."
"So you weren't worried? Even in the least bit?"
"No. So shut up," Bakura snapped, quickening his pace. Raen stuck out her lower lip in a pout, then thought better of it.
"Where is my yami?"
Bakura turned slowly, his eyes hidden behind a shadow. He stood still for awhile, then shrugged. Raen raised an eyebrow. She had been positive that there had been some...chemistry between them. She had seen the quick looks they exchanged, the various acts of kindness. The odd conversations. Mainly, the flirtatious movements her yami had made. Raen quickly returned from her thoughts and looked up to see Bakura sliding away. Raen left her thoughts behind, more intent upon catching up to the fleeing thief.
Ryou: Tell me about it. I'm getting less and less screen time. Not that it bothers me.
Bakura: For once, fyre is making me look like a not half bad chari.
Black fyre: Only a once in a lifetime chance, Bakura. Now, enjoy my fic!
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Raen walked briskly through the middle of the dusty, crowded street. Her eyes kept drifting towards the shadows where a tall, slumped over figure ambled along. Bakura had told her to follow him, but stay a fair bit away from him. Raen let her eyes wander from him for a moment, distracted by a crash as a cart swerved to avoid a various person. Her eyes shifted back towards where she had last saw Bakura. He wasn't there. Raens heart leapt as she searched for the pale-haired thief. He had done well in hiding. He was nowhere to be seen.
"Ah, crud. I should've kept an eye on him," Raen muttered. She bumped into a man and he gave her a cold stare. The crowd was growing thicker as they continued on. Over all the noise, Raen could hear a clear, sharp voice calling out to all. "Behold! The Pharaoh!" the man yelled. The crowd hushed. She could easily recognize the figure that stepped onto the platform. Raen relaxed the grip on her hood a bit. She knew he was Yugis Yami. He strongly resembled Yugi, except that he was much more tan and had crimson eyes. The Pharaoh turned his gaze across the crowd. His eyes hovered on Raen for a second, but they were blank. He didn't know her. Yugi did, he probably didn't.
Raen turned, ready to walk away in order to find Bakura. Only the perimeter was surrounded by guards. Cursing, she began to slip past one. A strong, dark hand reached down, tossing her backwards. "None shall leave until the ceremony is completed. And the Pharaoh is done speaking.
"What ceremony?" Raen replied, clutching her hood tightly. The man didn't look at her. His lips remained pursed. After awhile, a harsh whisper could barely be heard.
"A sacrifice." Raen blinked. "A human sacrifice. And probably one of an outsider. Like you," he said almost apologetically. The Pharaoh spoke a final word, turning his back to the crowd. A priest stepped up, his cold blue eyes flashing over the crowd. Raens heart beat quickened suddenly as he fixed his gaze upon her. There was nothing warm in it. A chill spread over her body as he made a sudden jerk of his head. Strong arms fastened onto her, lifting her off the ground.
"Let go of me, you bast-" Raen screamed. She lashed out, flailing her arms wildly and kicking at her captor. Now she knew what it felt like to be an animal ready to be killed and eaten. The crowd cast their eyes elsewhere and began to disperse. Raen stopped struggling. No one was going to help her.
A shadow was cast across her as the Pharaoh approached. His voice was cold and unfeeling. "Not her. She is not the type I need for the sacrificial ceremony." The priest watched the Pharaoh slyly. Icy malice glittered in his eyes. Raen had the sudden feeling that the priest was not as devoted to the Pharaoh as he first appeared. The guard let go of Raen, dropping her to the ground.
A cloaked figure stepped out from the shadows, fastening a strong grip onto her wrist. It was Bakura. And he was not in the least, happy. Raen winced, less from the pain and more from the look of utter anger on his face. "I told you to stay close to me!" Bakura snarled, letting go of her. He stormed off down the street. Raen stood stunned for a moment, then began to jog to catch up to him.
"I didn't mean to. Really," Raen stuttered. Bakura snorted in response.
"Be lucky Reikai found you. Otherwise, you would probably still be wandering the streets."
"So you weren't worried? Even in the least bit?"
"No. So shut up," Bakura snapped, quickening his pace. Raen stuck out her lower lip in a pout, then thought better of it.
"Where is my yami?"
Bakura turned slowly, his eyes hidden behind a shadow. He stood still for awhile, then shrugged. Raen raised an eyebrow. She had been positive that there had been some...chemistry between them. She had seen the quick looks they exchanged, the various acts of kindness. The odd conversations. Mainly, the flirtatious movements her yami had made. Raen quickly returned from her thoughts and looked up to see Bakura sliding away. Raen left her thoughts behind, more intent upon catching up to the fleeing thief.