Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or any of the characters used in this
story, or I wouldn't be writing fan fiction!!
Authors Note: This is a prequel for 'The End of It All'. If you haven't read it, then READ IT AND REVIEW!!! : P Oh, and review this one too! Oh, and indicates Bakura's thoughts. Just thought you guys should know. Toothy one
The Beginning of the End
Chapter One - Betrayal
Bakura sat silently in the back of the bar, sipping slowly at his warm spiced wine , dark brown eyes flitting across the inhabitants of the dungeon he had himself occupied since he had been old enough to walk. His father had brought him here every night to escape from Mother's rage attacks. He remembered those all too well to suit him. She'd get a red glint in her eyes and start throwing things and attacking everything within arms reach with the sharp blade that Father used to cut reeds to remake the furniture she wrecked. Bakura shook his head to clear the memory. That was in the past now, and he was not here to reminisce tonight. Tonight, Bakura had a purpose, and heaven help anyone who got in his way this time...
Outside, sand beat at the walls of the small building as a storm worked its way towards the town, meaning that either more people would leave or they would stay longer, depending on how drunk they were. As it turned out, not many were particularly high and most left the bar before the storm came to get home to their families. Many muttered prayers to Horus and Ra to ensure a fine day tomorrow for the festival. It was not that they really wanted to celebrate the new Pharaoh- nobody liked him- but they still prayed because Priest Seto would make them turn out to the coronation whether there was a storm or not. Bakura growled a prayer under his breath, but to Anubis instead, to aid in Seto's death. It had been his dream for a long time to destroy Seto Kaiba, head priest of the Temple of Ra. They had been friends until he was chosen to be a temple guardian, and then he would not speak to Bakura as if he thought he was higher. Well, perhaps he was, but that was no reason to betray him that time when he...
No! Thoughts only for the task ahead. he reminded himself sharply. Do not get distracted.
There! Just outside... The boy he'd been waiting for. At last. Bakura swallowed the last of his drink and strode outside into the wind, which blew back his pale white hair and revealing the scar on his face. Sand beat at his body as he approached the boy. He rubbed absently at the mark, remembering how Seto had punished him with it...
"You will be marked as the son of Set, heathen child. You can never return to the temple so long as that scar remains..."
... and growled quietly. The boy was an unusual sight in these parts, though only marked out by his hair. It was a pale sandy blonde, the colour Bakura's mother's hair had been. How odd, he thought to himself.
"Come inside, Marik." Bakura beckoned.
"It isn't safe in there. I'll be recognised." The boy replied, half turning and waving behind him. "My house is safer. Follow me."
Bakura followed obediently. Marik's friendship was vital for his plan to work. That item would be his again, and if all went well, he would have Marik's as well. Bakura smoothed a finger over his belt, where his knife was held and looked longingly at Marik's back. After being exiled from the temple, he had begun to live off more meat than he had previously been allowed, and had developed a taste for blood that his mother had said was unnatural. He had killed her for that comment, and what was he to do with the body? He giggled in his mind.
The witch deserved it.
The dogs would not have eaten such an infidel, but her own son would. It was rather enjoyable in a sickening way. The though almost made him retch. Memories, that's all they are, he reminded himself firmly. Forget them, and concentrate on not losing that boy in the storm. He realised suddenly that it was too late. No! A wisp of blonde hair slithered across his vision as the sand turned to black and he hit the ground with a thud. Seto's voice buzzing in his ear...
"Keep away from my people, especially my students, Infidel." A swift kick in the ribs and Bakura was engulfed by darkness, as Seto laughed and led Marik away...
Betrayal...the last free thought Bakura had been allowed.
Authors Note: This is a prequel for 'The End of It All'. If you haven't read it, then READ IT AND REVIEW!!! : P Oh, and review this one too! Oh, and indicates Bakura's thoughts. Just thought you guys should know. Toothy one
The Beginning of the End
Chapter One - Betrayal
Bakura sat silently in the back of the bar, sipping slowly at his warm spiced wine , dark brown eyes flitting across the inhabitants of the dungeon he had himself occupied since he had been old enough to walk. His father had brought him here every night to escape from Mother's rage attacks. He remembered those all too well to suit him. She'd get a red glint in her eyes and start throwing things and attacking everything within arms reach with the sharp blade that Father used to cut reeds to remake the furniture she wrecked. Bakura shook his head to clear the memory. That was in the past now, and he was not here to reminisce tonight. Tonight, Bakura had a purpose, and heaven help anyone who got in his way this time...
Outside, sand beat at the walls of the small building as a storm worked its way towards the town, meaning that either more people would leave or they would stay longer, depending on how drunk they were. As it turned out, not many were particularly high and most left the bar before the storm came to get home to their families. Many muttered prayers to Horus and Ra to ensure a fine day tomorrow for the festival. It was not that they really wanted to celebrate the new Pharaoh- nobody liked him- but they still prayed because Priest Seto would make them turn out to the coronation whether there was a storm or not. Bakura growled a prayer under his breath, but to Anubis instead, to aid in Seto's death. It had been his dream for a long time to destroy Seto Kaiba, head priest of the Temple of Ra. They had been friends until he was chosen to be a temple guardian, and then he would not speak to Bakura as if he thought he was higher. Well, perhaps he was, but that was no reason to betray him that time when he...
No! Thoughts only for the task ahead. he reminded himself sharply. Do not get distracted.
There! Just outside... The boy he'd been waiting for. At last. Bakura swallowed the last of his drink and strode outside into the wind, which blew back his pale white hair and revealing the scar on his face. Sand beat at his body as he approached the boy. He rubbed absently at the mark, remembering how Seto had punished him with it...
"You will be marked as the son of Set, heathen child. You can never return to the temple so long as that scar remains..."
... and growled quietly. The boy was an unusual sight in these parts, though only marked out by his hair. It was a pale sandy blonde, the colour Bakura's mother's hair had been. How odd, he thought to himself.
"Come inside, Marik." Bakura beckoned.
"It isn't safe in there. I'll be recognised." The boy replied, half turning and waving behind him. "My house is safer. Follow me."
Bakura followed obediently. Marik's friendship was vital for his plan to work. That item would be his again, and if all went well, he would have Marik's as well. Bakura smoothed a finger over his belt, where his knife was held and looked longingly at Marik's back. After being exiled from the temple, he had begun to live off more meat than he had previously been allowed, and had developed a taste for blood that his mother had said was unnatural. He had killed her for that comment, and what was he to do with the body? He giggled in his mind.
The witch deserved it.
The dogs would not have eaten such an infidel, but her own son would. It was rather enjoyable in a sickening way. The though almost made him retch. Memories, that's all they are, he reminded himself firmly. Forget them, and concentrate on not losing that boy in the storm. He realised suddenly that it was too late. No! A wisp of blonde hair slithered across his vision as the sand turned to black and he hit the ground with a thud. Seto's voice buzzing in his ear...
"Keep away from my people, especially my students, Infidel." A swift kick in the ribs and Bakura was engulfed by darkness, as Seto laughed and led Marik away...
Betrayal...the last free thought Bakura had been allowed.
