Trampled Hearts
Silently Broken
Disclaimer: Don't own yugioh
To Animechik: Thanks so much for your kind words of encouragement! I was feeling depressed and wanted to delete most of my fics because nobody seemed to like them, but you made my day so much better!
Now, I haven't been able to update due to all my teachers piling up homework over winter break and so many tests! T – T So I have to finish before I do any fanfics! Also, as I said before, I was feeling depressed and didn't think anyone liked my fanfics! Now, here's to you! loud clapping is heard Hooray!
Um, this is kinda a spoiler, but I'm going to edit it a bit so it fits with the story. The real version is the soldiers gather the people to an underground lair where they start boiling the people along with the gold to make the millennium items. They also fit them in the stone thing with spaces in it for the items. Chibi bakura watches, horrified behind a column. He's so cute!!!
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"No I haven't" answered Ryou. Bakura tooked at him thoughtfully and said, "Yes, you wouldn't know." He looked at Ryou. "Their dead"
"Of course they are" said Ryou. "Its been overthousands of years, of course they're dead."
"You don't understand" sighed Bakura. He took a deep breath and sighed. "I guess I should start from the beginning"
Bakura's memory point of view
It was hot and dry, just like any other day in Egypt. The sun was high and everyone had taken refuge in the shade to avoid dehydration. A young, white haired boy watched intently as his mother cleaned their small mud house as the father worked outside plating crops. "Mother, what is that, over there?" he asked. His mother looked for what her child was speaking of. "Oh, that is my necklace." "What is that on it?" asked Bakura again curiously. "Ah, that is the sacred scarab. " And it was. For on a think gold chain lay a perfect copy of the sacred scarab made of pure gold. "Be careful" warned Bakura's mother, as he held the golden necklace. "I will pass it on the you one day" mused his mother. "Oh, yes, that would be wonderful!" laughed Bakura delightedly. Suddenly stampeding horses were heard. "Oh my, the pharaoh's army? What do they want?" cried Bakura's mother aloud as she looked out the doorway. As a crowd gathered, the soldiers started slaughtering them. Try as they might, the villagers scrambled away, trying to find refuge.
Bakura's mother dragged bakura into the house with tears in her eyes. "Bakura" she tried to say calmly, but her voice gave away her emotion. "Bakura I want you to take this food and this necklace and run as far as you can from here. I will catch up to you when I can" She tried to smile and kissed him tenerdly on the cheek. "Good bye!" With that, she shoved him out of town and tried to defend her husband.
But Bakura ran and ran until he came to another village. He never saw his mother again. He waited and waited but there were no more inhabitants of Kura Eurna alive. The only thing he had left of his home.
End memory point of view
"And it's all my fault!" sobbed Bakura. "It's all my fault, its' all my fault" he repeated softer. Ryou sat there, dumbstruck. How had his yami lived with all this horror in his life? But then he noticed his yami was crying pitifully.
"Oh Bakura, don't cry." Consoled Ryou
"I killed them, I good as killed them! I left them to die." Moaned Bakura. "They hate me now. I condemned them to die."
"That's not true!" said Ryou "They love you."
"But why is it so painful then? It shouldn't be … so….painful."
Ryou sighed. It was going to take a lot of effort to get bakura to understand. It hurts always, to lose loved ones. He sister Amane and mother had died and it still hurt.
"You've lost some people too, huh?"
Ryou looked around. Bakura lay there with a little smirk on his face.
"How did you know?" asked Ryou
"Mindlink" said bakura as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. But then he sobered. "So it always hurts and never goes away? Even after thousands of years?"
"Always"
"I should join them" said Bakura "After all, its been thousands of years, I should join them, my times up." Then he buried his head in his hands and cried, "My times up, it is! It is! I just want to go home! I want to go home….."
Ryou awkwardly patted Bakura on the back. It seemed that his counterpart was having an emotional break down and finally being eaten away at by bad memories. It was a strange sight to see his usually confident yami crying his heart out.
Ryou tried to think of how he usually coped with missing his sister and mother. Then he got it! He usually went to their graves and talked with them. Usually that consoled him enough. And sometimes he could swear that he heard them whispering to him. Some people found the graves creepy. Ryou found them comforting.
Ryou decided to do this for Bakura. An ancient ruin is usually hard to find, especially if its not famous, and it might not even be open for public. But he had to try.
"Bakura, where is Kura Eruna?"
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Please review and happy reading!
The reason I say this is because I want people to be happy when reading stories, even if they are angst. Also, if this depresses you, go and read a happy humor story!