Blue Savage: Oh craaaaaaapppp! It's already February and my fic still isn't over! I think I'm gonna finish in March! Crap! Sorry for that I'm just really crapped out by all this writer's block! And the farther I go to my story the more I get bored in making it! Eeeehhhhh! Well anyway, I got 200+ reviews! Woohoo! I love you all; because of your extensive reading and reviewing my fic is high-ranking! And this is only my first fanfiction! I love you all!
Whenever, Wherever
Chapter 29: You Finally Came
"Yes master." Harakhty softly replied to Bakura.
"Whe-where is she?" he quietly stammered.
"We never really saw her, but we know where they are hiding her." Lateef replied, "Where?"
"She's in the underground dungeons."
"Good, take me there."
The two nodded and looked back at the small opening of the pathway.
"C'mon I have a plan." The Arshen brothers smirked and looked back at their master.
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As the two teams clashed together the war began. At first Yami was greeted by the rugged faces of Malik's minions. And then other of Malik's cronies.
The battle was fierce. Blood stained the yellow, powdery sand and loud screams filled the air. It was immense, it was impulsive it was anything you may think of a war.
Several horses were down on their knees and backs, some were severely bleeding and some were just plain dead. Hundreds of blood-stained bodies decorated the sandy floors with repugnance and revolt. Pieces of body parts were scattered and thrown.
Oh, it looked like hell. It was like the Apocalypse all over again. And besides who would think that a war was pretty?
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Bakura held the two men's hand firmly by their backs and were walking towards the direction Harakhty and Lateef directed.
"Okay, go left at the second lane." Harakhty whispered as Bakura took a lot of attention to their directions.
"Yeah, yeah! Then go down the stairs." Lateef added.
"I'm wondering how you knew all of this stuff." Bakura asked beneath the purple cloak.
"Easy," Lateef whispered back "we followed some of the voices that said 'Guard the prisoner!' and wondered 'Ah! So that's where Safiya is'."
They heard a faint snicker from their master and chuckled. Then, suddenly, the three were greeted by the faces of Malik's followers.
"Have you found them yet?" asked a large, dark-skinned man.
"No we haven't Master Odion. But we heard one of the guards say someone caught two of them." The man replied to the said to be, Odion, "Really, who?" Odion cocked an eyebrow.
"That would be me……eer…… Master Odion."
Odion jerked his head to the voice and saw the owner of the tone. And indeed he did catch two of them, the ones who the people actually saw.
"You two?!" the guard Odion spoke to seized.
"Act like a caught prisoner." Bakura ordered through clenched teeth.
The two got the drift and acted as if they were caught detainees. "Good work, guard! Now bring these two to the dungeons!" he ordered, "They've caused much trouble already."
"Yes, Master!" Bakura called back whilst feeling offended by that person calling him guard. 'What a name!' Bakura thought.
As Bakura was walking down the corridor he was suddenly halted by a mischievous voice of the man.
"Wait a minute, aren't you supposed to be on guard duty right now. I just talked to you a while ago about guarding the entrance, didn't I?"
"Oh shit!" Bakura cursed under his breath.
"The jig's up." Harakhty added hearing his master curse.
Then Bakura let go of the two and said something before splitting up "Call the others, and try to meet me in the dungeons." And with that he removed the purple cloak and they both took separate ways, Bakura on the right, and the brothers on the left.
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Then after about beating a dozen of Malik's underlings Yami was ready to face the Master himself. And where was the filthy, little wrench? Yami searched the battle grounds and saw the purple-eyed boy. Ahh, there he was handling one of his warriors.
Yami had a furious glare displayed upon his features and was ready to kill. He slowly approached Malik and readied his sword, and as he was closely nearing, Malik faced the young Pharaoh.
"And so we meet again Pharaoh………" Malik sneered.
"Yes, but it shall be the last time……………"
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Bakura was running down the halls and corridors of Malik's underground lair trying to find a way not to be found. As he rounded a corner he was trapped in a small alleyway.
"Let's just hope no one finds me here." He whispered to himself trying to breathe for air. Just as he was resting he heard small, low voices of guards talking about guarding someone.
"Make sure those intruders don't get to the dungeons! Keep our hostage locked in there!" He heard a shadow say to another shadow. The shadow nodded and headed the other way to maybe the dungeon.
Bakura nodded to himself and pooped out of the small corridor as the shadow approached him. He threw his hands to the air and grabbed the man.
"You shall take me to the place you held captive Princess Safiya………" Bakura threatened holding a dagger above the man's throat.
The man nodded while quivering as beads of sweat rolled down his shivering face.
"Good, now take me to her, now!"
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Yami and Malik were facing each other anger leaching inside of them. This was it, amethyst facing amethyst, bravery against bravery, and good over evil.
"So Pharaoh, this is it. All will end, and all shall fall." Malik said.
"Nice poetry Malik, to bad you made it." Yami mocked.
Malik laughed by this "No, it's not poetry Pharaoh." He looked up at Yami with a glint of seriousness in his eyes, "it's a fact!" And with that he thrust his sword toward Yami charging for his heart.
"Nice try, Rare Hunter, but you will never win!" Yami shot back as he pointed his sword toward Malik's neck.
"Impressive Pharaoh, but," he smirked "not good enough!" He ducked down beneath Yami's grasp and slashed the silver sword as sparks flew to the air. Yami cursed under his breath as Malik easily escaped through his threat.
They circled around each other glowering at the same time. Malik grinned mischievously and attacked Yami, but instead of using his sword he used his Millennium Rod as a decoy and used his sword to slash Yami's leg.
Malik stood up and chortled "You're such a weakling, Yami! How could you go off guard not remembering I had my rod?" he taunted.
Yami gasped angrily at the 18-year-old boy and clutched his sword tighter. He breathed one more time and attacked Malik at his arm, letting him release the Millennium Rod to the ground.
"How could you go off guard and forget that I'm still alive?" Yami smirked.
Malik growled at the cocky Pharaoh and furrowed his brows "Well, well, Pharaoh, I never knew you were that good."
Yami looked at him suspiciously wondering what he was thinking while grinning. Wasn't he useless without his rod, or does he have something up his sleeve. Yami rolled his eyes while following the boy, 'What exactly are you thinking Malik?' Yami thought.
And just like the speed of light Malik went forward and thrust his sword toward Yami but the Pharaoh just used his sword to block him. "Don't think you can easily win against me, Pharaoh, 'coz I have more things under my sleeves."
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As Bakura was walking down the corridors towards the dungeons he held with him the guard that he threatened a while ago, "Which way, next?" Bakura asked the petrified Rare Hunter.
"Go to the left then down the stairs." The guard replied still shivering.
Bakura went to the left and found a spiral case of stairs and he walked down it. When he reached the bottom he saw a pathway filled with cells. It was filthy.
As the two were inside Safiya heard faint footsteps coming towards her. She raised her head and saw two shadows.
'What are those two doing here, aren't they supposed to be at war?' Safiya thought.
"Where is she?" Bakura asked the guard once more.
When Safiya heard that voice her ears perked up and she gasped "Bakura?"
"In the fo-fo-fourth cell to the left." The guard stuttered.
Bakura walked down the dirty aisle searching for the 4th cell which the guard spoke off. When he reached the forth cell he saw silhouette of a limp body on the ground.
"Safiya," Bakura whispered.
When Safiya heard this she raised her head once more and saw the form of her lover, Bakura.
"Bakura," she managed to whisper as tear streamed down her cheeks, "you finally came."
Chapter 29 done! Woohoo! Was it long? I have to ask? Ok for all of those who were really pushing me onto the part where Bakura will save her well here it is! You're lucky I even did it up to here, because I was supposed to stop at the part where Yami said "Yes, but it shall be the last time……………" So you happy now?! Well gotta go remember READ & REVIEW!
