This is just a simple first chapter I am writing to check on my author writiness skills. If I get enough reviews for this, I shall continue on!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... Which is just sad...
Waiting For Your Return
The breeze of the night flew calmly, picking along a few leaves on its way, going past as it surrounded a tall male, standing in the moonlight.
His silver hair sparkled miraculously, circling his two triangular shaped ears on top of his head. A tail soft as silk swayed back and forth, moving by its own conscious. Golden eyes glowed brighter than that of light, as if staring into oblivion. Within a few seconds of staring, the eyes closed as a sigh was let out of the lips that made his face with smooth, perfectly formed lips.
Swiftly, he jumped from his place on the top of the cliff, and landed glacefully onto the floor, partially of a road in the middle of a village, where a human saw him.
"What is it that you want, demon?!" The ningen spoke warningly.
"Nothing. But now, your life." Quickly flexing his claws, with a movement without notice, he cut the being in half, aware of the many pairs of eyes staring at him.
"Do you all wish for death?" He growled at them all, as soft whimpers and cries from children were heard. He then looked at the very few men whom came out to attack him.
"Hmph. One last chance. Do you heed my warning or not?" A few shooks was his answer, leaving him as angry as ever. "Then get out of the way!" As a path was formed, he dashed through, going to wherever life shall take him.
"You made a promise. Be sure not to break it." His now calm voice floated into the air, directing to no one.
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With heaps of sweat dripping down his face, a human boy woke up with a start. His rose red hair fell upon his side, taking a few locks of it with it. He was breathing deeply, his emarald eyes filled with fear... and most of all, sorrow.
Slowly, trying to regain his breath, he walked to the bathroom located in his room and splashed water all over his face. Then, he reached onto his chest, where a crystal framed with gold dangled from a chain around his neck.
The pendant, he's had it ever since he was born. His mother was still pondering on how he had gotten it. Unknowingly to her, he's had it for centuries. A gift... A sign... A bonded promise...
'Yes... the promise... Could it have been that he forgotten?' He shook his head many times trying to get that thought out. 'NO! He would never break a promise to me!.. But why isn't he here yet?... Bakura... Where are you?'
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Okay. There's the first chappy. Please tell me what you think! Flames will be accepted, even tell me how crappy my work is! Helpful tips would be greatly appreciated!!