I hafe (..hafe?... WFF… AAAH (I meant WTF)) as you can see, more inspiration than spellpower… (is that even a word? Never mind…)
Esther: It's time for chapter four, people! ALL CHEER!
All: Shut the hell up!
Esther: /cries/
Bakura: NO! SHE CRIES! O.O
All: So?
Bakura: Usually after she cries…
All: Then what?
Bakura: she goes berserk…
Esther: /stops crying/
All: AAAAAAH/run off/
Esther: eh? Where's everyone?
Bakura: how should I know/innocent whistle/
Esther: WHAT/goes berserk/
Bakura: O.O woops/runs off too/
All: She's gone… pfew… /walk back and start reading/
I promised you a recap if you didn't like to read sadistic stuff… (though I must admit that it's kind of fun to imagine being a torturing tombrobber… hey, don't back away! How do you want me to write something I haven't tried to imagine first? (and NO, torturing isn't one of my usual hobbies… Trying to figure how a mentally deranged thief would react to certain situations is.))
Btw… This one is kind of angsty and descriptive too… It seems impossible to write a serious fic about Bakura without involving blood, death and destruction. /sighs/ Ah well… C'ést la vie…
So here you get the promised recap and since I'm bad at them… Bakura is going to tell you himself!
Bakura: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Esther: /pokes him with scimitar/ RECAP!
Bakura: /pouts/ ok, ok… Just stop the poking, please…
Esther: Just TELL them! And please all read… It's also an intro to this chapter.
Bakura:
Well, ahem… It took me some time and nerves (man that guy was stupid and annoying) but finally he decided it would be good for his health to tell me everything I wanted to know. (not that he could figure that out before he was nearly dead… tsk… baka… at least I had some fun…)
He told me he was in the valley to look for a wall painting about a great magical power. He also said it was in an alchemist's tomb. After he told me that, he was no longer of use to me. Even he could fill in his future then…
Anyway, I'm still wondering who sent the guy… Come on… He was a coward with a serious lack of brain cells! Bet someone hired him… I'm going to figure that out later, though. First I have to see that painting. Alchemists, huge magical powers… Smells like sennen items to me… and even if it turns out to be something else. All power is appreciated.
The alchemist's tomb.
I looked and eventually found it,
together with its painting.
I couldn't discover much news from the pictures.
Seven objects filled with dark magic
99 offers needed to create them
All the powers they possess…
And more bullshit about things I already knew.
Some things I knew from other pictures
Some things I heard in rumors
And other things… I've experienced myself.
There was only one little piece of information to add to the puzzle.
It was the confirmation of what I already suspected long ago.
Here, where those seven dark objects were created, here the gate could be opened.
The gate to eternal darkness.
Here they have to be gathered, all seven of them.
Gathered in this room, on this tablet.
I studied my surroundings again.
Once this village had been full of life.
Now everyone was gone.
Only their spirits remained.
The floor was cracked.
Dust was all over the place.
The marble glanced faintly in the torchlight.
There were no spiders or other beings.
Only death lived here.
Death, me and the restless souls.
They stayed here, looking for the revenge they never got.
Here in this hideout, my secret place.
This was the cursed base of a king.
My ghost town.
I smirked, threw one last look around and decided it was time to start my final plan.
I grabbed the necessary supplies and pulled on my long coat.
The woman looked from a shadow in a corner of the room.
Her eyes were invisible, but saw all.
For years she soared over the ruins.
Never finding what she sought.
Not even knowing what she really wanted.
Once she had known.
Once she had a life, a family.
Now she only had some vague impressions of her past
and the fierce emotions she felt from time to time.
Why?
She didn't know.
She kept on dwelling through the old streets,
There where she only found the smell of blood.
She ran through the houses, driven by a panic that was so great and deep…
Hunted by the echoes of people, begging, screaming.
Hunted by the sound of metal clashing to metal, hitting stone, cutting through the life of a friend, a family member.
The red pools forming in the streets.
Again and again she saw her own terrified reflection forming in these tokens of another one's death.
She had to… A cutting flash of pain near her left shoulder… protect him from…
…the searing pain went further down…
She screamed in agony, but forced herself to go on.
She bumped into her sister.
The sharp point of a sword stuck through her chest.
One flash of recognition.
Then… nothing
Pure willpower kept her going.
The raging flames in her shoulder were nothing compared to the ones, torturing her leg.
Was he safe… alive?
Through the thick mist of smoke, blood and fire, she could barely see her house.
Just a little… and then she would know… if…
A blow against her back forced her down on her knees.
NO!
Death already breathed in the back of her neck."
She gained her last bit of energy while she grasped for the sword laying on the ground.
"NO!"
The flash of metal.
It sparked up in the light of numerous flames,
destroying and burning everything in their path.
The warm blood gushed over her clothes.
The echo of a shriek in the night.
She had to know.
The sword helped her on her feet.
Slowly, she limped further on.
Her breath raged through her body.
Long, black strands of hair, stuck to her back and cheeks,
stained with mud, her own blood and that of others.
The wall was her haven.
She clawed her hands into the mud bricks and made her way to the entrance,
gasping for air,
for all this to end.
She ignored the rain of sparks, landing on her head and back.
All her senses were set on one thing.
Finding him…
Her sight was clouded with tears and smoke.
"Why?"
She wanted to scream, but could only whisper.
This word kept on hunting through her head.
Why?
Her hand passed the final inches between her and the entrance.
She clawed desperately for the burning curtain.
Not able to walk any longer, she let herself tumble inside.
Her knees touched the ground.
The shock almost made her faint.
Only the memory of his laugh and her promise to come back for him kept her alive.
She opened her eyes as far as possible and tried to look around.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Smoke filled her lungs.
The coughing tore her chest apart.
Somehow, she managed to stay conscious.
But she didn't see him.
She tried to scream his name,
But only choked on the words.
Was he alive?
Was he safe?
A strong hand grabbed her hair that once waved so beautifully on the wind.
It pulled her back through the door.
Her eyes were still clouded,
But that mist started to fade away.
She looked straight into his cold, emotionless eyes.
This would be the end.
She looked for something else.
She didn't want to die with those eyes burned in her consciousness.
A cold voice.
It matched the eyes.
"The last sacrifice, my lord."
Suddenly she saw something.
In between her house and another.
A little shadow, hiding from this night.
Was this…?
The blade lighted in the fire, flashed through the darkness.
One last sigh.
One last pool of death spreading through the sand.
Her eyes followed the image of the red shadow.
Clouded by smoke for all eternity.
So familiar…
Still…
Was this…?
She promised to come back for him.
To come back to the house.
Long ago…
He had to be here somewhere!
Her fingers grasped the burning cloth.
An ax cleaved her shoulder.
She had to…
A silver red shadow walked past her.
Was this…?
She promised to come back for him…
her child…
The decaying smell of death.
It already breathed in the back of her neck.
"NO!"
Her sigh filled the air,
Pierced through all the shadows, all the dust,
It made the building shiver in despair.
I looked back.
For a moment it seemed like…
This wasn't the normal call of the spirits.
Not just an ordinary faint scream of sorrow and pain.
It was almost like they were calling to me.
I shrugged and walked on to the exit.
It was time…
I wanted to reach the oasis before dawn.
I smirked.
Time to lend fate a hand.
Esther: So that was it for this chapter. /smiles/
Bakura: I don't like it… I was way too sentimental. /scowls/
Esther: ahhh! Poor Bakura… But sentimentality is good sometimes. Besides… It was impossible to leave the Kuru Eruna tragedy out of this story…
Bakura: Just don't write it then.
Esther: Oh shut up! I just wanted to try something different. The story has been told from your point of view numerous times.
Bakura: So?
Esther: I wanted to try something else… For as far as I know it's never been told by someone who died there.
Bakura: /sweat drops/ Wonder why…
Esther: Me too…
Bakura: Maybe because they're dead?
Esther: Hmm… That could be it!
Bakura: You're serious… BAKA!
Esther: /shrugs/ Ah well. Just to tell you people. To go on with this story I need another point of view. Don't worry. I will still tell the most from Bakura's eyes, but since there are more camps in the war… I needed a point of view from the enemy.
Bakura: Yeah so she hired someone else to tell you people stories… And now I have to share the damned payment!
Esther: You don't get paid, dear Bakura…
Bakura: I know… So I'M STRIKING FROM NOW ON!
Esther: Well, that doesn't matter, I already know what I need to know for the next chapter… Actually I've already written it!
So… I'd like you people to guess who's the other point of view person. And I warn you… It's not what you would expect. (I guess... /sweat drops/)
Please review… And tell me who you think it's going to be!
Note:
Please read Future Memories... It's our very first fanfic, but no one reads. We have already most of the story in word (still have to translate though), but we would really like some opinions on it. So if you've got the time... Read please! XD