SM: yay im back from Disney World; the inspiration of my next fic, keep a
look out for The adventures of Ryou Bakura.
BAKURA APPEARS yay!!!
Sorry about before
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh, of Pirates of the Caribbean.
Please review, tink of some circumstances for the chick to come into play
The wagon drove all through the starry night, Kai (Yami) slept peacefully in his Dark Magician's lap. DK (Dark Magician) slept sitting up, finally giving into fatigue in the late hours of the night. All of a sudden, the wagon started to slow, jostling its passengers and waking the mage up. He looked at the teen in his lap, disappointed that he had to disrupt the peaceful dream he seemed to be in. Gently, he shook Kai awake and watched his crimson eyes flutter open and his entire body contorted to stretch his sore muscles.
"We need to leave now," the Mage instructed. In silence, they proceeded to gather their few belongings. DK looked out the back of the wagon and took Kai's hand. Together, the two leaped from the wagon and into the sand, landing right in front of the stone gates to the pharaoh's city. Looking past the gates, Kai's eyes took in a place teaming with activity. People buzzing around that would soon be under his rule. All the commoners had dark, tan skin, and most of them had short, black hair. The sights amazed the boy, but the other senses overwhelmed him. The sounds of the merchants loudly proclaiming their goods to the possible buyers below, people chatting in loud tones to compete with the haggling of the merchants and buyers, and the animals not wanting to be left out of the commotion was all-consuming. The smells of baked goods and fruits, the sweat of Egyptians from the sun, and the sweet waters of the Nile nearby tickled him.
The Dark Magician began to make his way through the massive amounts of people and motioned for Yami to follow. The boy followed, turning his head in complete disorder to see everything.
The two went down the street, observing the everyday occurrences, when the voice of a distressed shop owner pierced the air.
"Help! Thief! He stole my fruit," The man yelled. Suddenly, a flash of white passed the two newcomers and darted down the ally they were near. The two royals in disguise looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement, and ran down the ally in hot pursuit.
With the thief in front and an angry mob behind them chasing the thief, the duo tracked the thief behind a tapestry that was hanging flush with the walls, hiding another ally way. While the mob continued straight, the two veered into the hidden passage. They slowed to a walk, seeing the gaunt white-haired boy devouring his succulent prize as if it was the first sign of food in days, which it probably was. The poor boy was so focused on his meal; he was oblivious to the intruders in his domain.
The boy looked about Yami's age, and he sported pure white hair that seemed to be permanently tousled into spikes. His limbs were thin and his skin was streaked with dirt. The juice from his fruit created dusty trails on his face down to his chin, and he had the deepest, darkest, brown eyes.
The boy finally looked up and upon seeing the trespassers, began to get up and look for a way of escape. With the blink of an eye, the Dark Magician blocked the exit of the alleyway.
Speaking softly to the boy, Yami began questioning, never being one to jump to conclusions, "What is your name?" he started with.
The boy smirked and replied, "I don't normally fraternize with the pharaoh's dogs."
"Just humor me," Yami retorted.
"Fine. Bakura is my name, staying alive is my never ending game." With that, the boy jumped on a ledge and leaped to the rooftop of the house behind him. Looking down, he called down to the enemies below, "Always remember this as the day you almost caught the famous Bakura, and that you never want to find him again for it would mean peril to you both!!!" and the boy disappeared from sight.
Just then, the mob of angry Egyptians came into the alleyway.
"Did you catch him?" one asked.
"Almost," Yami repealed, "but he got away."
Frowns appeared on the face that seemed to belong to the storeowner. The man spoke up, "I have a family to feed, and its people like HIM who make that task almost impossible, I'm barley keeping my wife and children off the streets as well as pay the pharaoh's high taxes." Yami reached into his robes and pulled out a money pouch filled with an assortment of coins.
"Here," he said, tossing it to the merchant, "This should be more than enough to cover the cost of what that thief stole. Take it and leave the boy alone. It is not his fault he was chosen by the gods to live in poverty. If you should see him again, turn a blind-eye." Yami requested.
As the mob turned back, the man turned to Yami, clutching the money to his chest, "Thank you, may that gods look kindly upon you, and I will heed to your request, it is the least I can do for your generosity."
Up on the rooftop a flask of white was seen.
Please review
BAKURA APPEARS yay!!!
Sorry about before
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh, of Pirates of the Caribbean.
Please review, tink of some circumstances for the chick to come into play
The wagon drove all through the starry night, Kai (Yami) slept peacefully in his Dark Magician's lap. DK (Dark Magician) slept sitting up, finally giving into fatigue in the late hours of the night. All of a sudden, the wagon started to slow, jostling its passengers and waking the mage up. He looked at the teen in his lap, disappointed that he had to disrupt the peaceful dream he seemed to be in. Gently, he shook Kai awake and watched his crimson eyes flutter open and his entire body contorted to stretch his sore muscles.
"We need to leave now," the Mage instructed. In silence, they proceeded to gather their few belongings. DK looked out the back of the wagon and took Kai's hand. Together, the two leaped from the wagon and into the sand, landing right in front of the stone gates to the pharaoh's city. Looking past the gates, Kai's eyes took in a place teaming with activity. People buzzing around that would soon be under his rule. All the commoners had dark, tan skin, and most of them had short, black hair. The sights amazed the boy, but the other senses overwhelmed him. The sounds of the merchants loudly proclaiming their goods to the possible buyers below, people chatting in loud tones to compete with the haggling of the merchants and buyers, and the animals not wanting to be left out of the commotion was all-consuming. The smells of baked goods and fruits, the sweat of Egyptians from the sun, and the sweet waters of the Nile nearby tickled him.
The Dark Magician began to make his way through the massive amounts of people and motioned for Yami to follow. The boy followed, turning his head in complete disorder to see everything.
The two went down the street, observing the everyday occurrences, when the voice of a distressed shop owner pierced the air.
"Help! Thief! He stole my fruit," The man yelled. Suddenly, a flash of white passed the two newcomers and darted down the ally they were near. The two royals in disguise looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement, and ran down the ally in hot pursuit.
With the thief in front and an angry mob behind them chasing the thief, the duo tracked the thief behind a tapestry that was hanging flush with the walls, hiding another ally way. While the mob continued straight, the two veered into the hidden passage. They slowed to a walk, seeing the gaunt white-haired boy devouring his succulent prize as if it was the first sign of food in days, which it probably was. The poor boy was so focused on his meal; he was oblivious to the intruders in his domain.
The boy looked about Yami's age, and he sported pure white hair that seemed to be permanently tousled into spikes. His limbs were thin and his skin was streaked with dirt. The juice from his fruit created dusty trails on his face down to his chin, and he had the deepest, darkest, brown eyes.
The boy finally looked up and upon seeing the trespassers, began to get up and look for a way of escape. With the blink of an eye, the Dark Magician blocked the exit of the alleyway.
Speaking softly to the boy, Yami began questioning, never being one to jump to conclusions, "What is your name?" he started with.
The boy smirked and replied, "I don't normally fraternize with the pharaoh's dogs."
"Just humor me," Yami retorted.
"Fine. Bakura is my name, staying alive is my never ending game." With that, the boy jumped on a ledge and leaped to the rooftop of the house behind him. Looking down, he called down to the enemies below, "Always remember this as the day you almost caught the famous Bakura, and that you never want to find him again for it would mean peril to you both!!!" and the boy disappeared from sight.
Just then, the mob of angry Egyptians came into the alleyway.
"Did you catch him?" one asked.
"Almost," Yami repealed, "but he got away."
Frowns appeared on the face that seemed to belong to the storeowner. The man spoke up, "I have a family to feed, and its people like HIM who make that task almost impossible, I'm barley keeping my wife and children off the streets as well as pay the pharaoh's high taxes." Yami reached into his robes and pulled out a money pouch filled with an assortment of coins.
"Here," he said, tossing it to the merchant, "This should be more than enough to cover the cost of what that thief stole. Take it and leave the boy alone. It is not his fault he was chosen by the gods to live in poverty. If you should see him again, turn a blind-eye." Yami requested.
As the mob turned back, the man turned to Yami, clutching the money to his chest, "Thank you, may that gods look kindly upon you, and I will heed to your request, it is the least I can do for your generosity."
Up on the rooftop a flask of white was seen.
Please review