This fic was done with a friend who also writes fics that are way good. I have never done this before so constructive criticism would be great, if you wouldn't mind. Okay….here we go.
It was a dark and cold winter's eve. A storm had come and not yet gone. The gentle snowfall blanketed the streets and houses. One unlucky man was out in this cold weather wearing nothing more than a blue tee shirt, black pants, and black converse shoes that were hand-me-downs and well worn. He was running for his life; his pursuer not far behind him. The white-haired male skidded around the corner of the walking path and bolted for a school yard across the street.
In the middle of the yard was a tall well-dressed man making a snowman. The spikey-haired male grabbed a stick he had brought with him, and swung it at the head of the snowy figure, sending the head flying. The strange man brutalized the body of the snowman and laughed maniacly as he did so.
As he turned, the white-haired male collided with him. Both men went flying a few feet before falling into the soft cushion of snow.
"I'm very sorry," the smaller male quickly appologized.
"Watch where the hell you are going," the man hissed, pushing the little one off of himself.
He stood and kicked the smaller male in the chest angrily.
Barreling toward them both, another white-haired figure came. He quickly grabbed the Hikari by the collar of his shirt and lifted him from the ground.
"You little bastard! I'm gonna beat your ass when we get home!" he yelled.
He dropped the smaller male on his feet and took firm grip of his thin arm.
"Let's go, Ryou!"
"Hold on! That little bastard owes me a few hits!" a voice came from behind Ryou and the other.
The already enraged male glared at the unknown man behind him.
"Fuck off! Go make a snowman or something," he hissed.
The sandy-blond took hold of the Hikari's other arm and pulled.
"I need to borrow this."
The brutal white-hair pulled back. The gragile Hikari winced with each jerking and painful movement.
The spikey-haired male snapped and struck down the other, taking control of the Hikari. He laughed victoriously, but then found himself on the ground, his face sore and red.
"When I say fuck off, I mean it!"
It took only a minute for the unknown man to realize who he was dealing with.
"Well, well, well…you escaped the Shadow Realm already?" he taunted.
He sat forward in the snow and wiped away the single spot of blood on his lower lip.
"Its's been three years, Bakura…" he spoke in a dark tone with a grin on his face.
Bakura had once been vitim to a dark being. He was cast into the Shadow Realm to live out the rest of his days, but he had survived and escaped the dark place.
"Do you not know how to greet an old friend?" the sandy blond questioned with a smile.
Bakura struck him down, "Of course I do, you bastard!"
"You are Mariku."
Mariku was the dark being that had trapped Bakura in the darkest of all realms.
"I'm glad you remember me."
Bakura stared into the eyes of his tormentor for the first time in three long years. The purple color beamed from both pools.
He grabbed for his Hikari who was not within grabbing distance. He looked around and saw no sign of him. He turned back to see Mariku examining his little Hikari. The tomb keeper lifted Ryou's chin and looked at him as if looking at an animal.
"What the hell are you doing!?"
Bakura pushed Mariku away from his Hikari.
"He seems much stronger and more energetic."
"Who are you comparing him to?" Bakura inquired, still angry with him.
"My Hikari seems almost lifeless everytime I beat or fuck him. Might I suggest a trade?"
"No you can't!!! Just leave us alone!"