In record time, I've managed to get chapter one written. And chapter two is
well under way. If my luck and inspiration hold, I just may be able to
update regularly without having to make you readers wait for ages. I did
mention yaoi parings in the summary (if the edit uploaded correctly), but I
think I'll hold out on announcing them for a little bit. At least until I
get everyone introduced, which will take only two more chapters or so ^-^ I
also forgot to put a disclaimer in the prologue. Oh well.
Disclaimer: I am not fortunate enough to be obscenely wealthy. Therefore I have no way to afford something as pricy as Yu-Gi-Oh! However, if I win the lottery several times over, things may change.
Note: ~!~ means a change in either perspective (I focus in on one character explicitly) or a change in scene. I think it's fairly easy to tell, but if not just let me know.
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Carnival
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"Ladies and gentlemen, please direct your attention to your left. The Mystifying Isis will now perform her dance 'Flight of the Nightingale'." A voice boomed, magically enhanced, over the chatter of the crowds. A hush began to gradually descend as the audience's attention shifted. Complete silence fell. The jingle of bells soon became audible as the dancer began her movements.
"Hey, Bakura, you'd better get to work." The head of the announcer, a mage dressed in a royal blue tunic, poked its way between two long purple curtains that separated Bakura's compartment from the rest of the wagon. He had erected it to provide some privacy from the other performers.
"Yeah, yeah, in a minute. The crowds can wait until I finish my breakfast." Bakura, a lean white-haired youth, threw the rinds of a few pieces of fruit he had already consumed at the intruder. They were easily dodged.
"The crowds may wait, but Isis won't. She's expecting to see your head bobbing along amidst the others." The mage, with wild and spiky tri- colored hair of black, blonde and red, grinned. The head of their small band, Isis, was not one to keep waiting.
"Get Malik to start the job then. I'm busy!"
"You know Malik's in place for my magic act. And if not, he's probably sharpening his knives for his own performance. That leaves you, the only free person, to pace the crowds." He stepped in all the way. "Or you could sit here, eating, and face Isis' wrath later."
"I thought you didn't approve of our extra performance, Yugi." Bakura scowled from the corner he was seated in. The mage smiled innocently.
"I don't, but I'd rather gain a little illicit gold than have to worry about a friend. Even if it is you." Yugi ducked as a hard roll was thrown in the direction of his head.
"Fine!" Bakura stood, dusted himself off, and stretched. He grabbed a shabby brown robe from a hook and pushed past Yugi. "Tell Isis I want a larger cut for having my meal interrupted!" His only response was a chuckle. Why they had to perform so early was beyond him. Stepping out of their living quarters, more commonly known as a supply wagon, Bakura threw his robe over his shoulders. He then began to weave through the seated and standing watchers, bumping into several along the way. The background jingle came to a halt just as he was starting down his third row.
"Let's give a round of cheers for Isis! Eruptions of catcalls, whistles and shouting filled the air. Bakura rolled his eyes and stumbled to land clumsily atop a slim woman, sitting and enjoying the show. The announcing voice changed from that of Yugi to the soft tones of Isis.
"We have a special treat for you. Mage Yugi will perform feats of sorcery that will leave you breathless in wonder. Please direct your attention to the center pavilion and keep noise to a minimum. Bakura paused to watch the magic user's entrance; it was a lot of colored smoke and flower petals all designed to distract those watching from the true place Yugi entered from. Bakura had checked the trap door personally the night before.
"Hey, boy, get out of the way." A large calloused hand shoved him roughly forward, sending him sprawling onto yet another audience member. Muttering curt apologies, through clenched teeth, he stood and faced the man who had pushed him.
"Take your seat before I have you removed from the square." The other man's face became tight with anger, all joviality gone.
"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? Do you know who I am?"
"No and I don't really care. If I had to guess, I'd say some beggar from the streets taking advantage of a free show," Bakura sneered. He was not going to be pushed around after being forced out of breakfast. This guy had chosen the wrong youth to mess with.
"I ought to teach you some manners whelp." His opponent rose and clenched his fists. The woman he was with, a wife or guest, tugged uselessly on his sleeve. Bakura smirked, dark eyes smoldering with anger. This was just the thing to vent his irritation on.
"Why don't you give it a try?"
The man swung a burley arm hoping to catch the brash boy off guard and send him into a daze. Bakura ducked. He tried aiming a direct punch to rattle the boy's teeth and send him sprawling. Bakura dodged. Finally, in mounting frustration, he simply charge and grabbed Bakura's collar. Struggling to get free, Bakura twisted and tugged but remained in the man's iron grasp.
"Not so cocky now eh?"
On the center pavilion, Yugi watched out of the corner of his eye. He lost concentration only once, causing Malik (who had been 'teleported' onstage through the trap door a few minutes earlier) to get a hotfoot. He watched as Bakura brought one knee up to wind his attacker. Dropping to the ground, the head of white hair disappeared momentarily before popping back up. Few were watching the show now.
Bakura, who had crouched upon hitting the ground, drew a small dagger from a concealed sheath along his shin. He stood brandishing the weapon grinning widely and with an edge of insanity in his eyes. His foe suddenly didn't seem so sure of himself anymore. However, before the minute blade could be put to work, Bakura's entire line of sight changed. He wasn't staring at a bulky well-dressed man recovering his breath. Instead it was snowing fluffy white flakes as wind whistled through frozen evergreens. The arm clenching the dagger dropped and the weapon slid out of his fingers. Bakura stood completely still, hardly breathing. His eyes glazed over and stared off into the distance.
Standing on the central platform, Yugi turned to watch completely. His spell fizzled, abandoned. Malik, running a nervous hand through his sun- bleached blond hair, stepped up beside him. They watched as Bakura stood motionless, seeing but not seeing. "Has this ever happened before?" Yugi didn't bother to look at the youth next to him. Malik nodded absently.
"Once, but that was just after Isis and I found him. He hasn't ever said anything about...whatever is happening." The man, recovering from surprise, was preparing to throw another blow. "Bakura has never stopped in the middle of a fight unless made to."
Yugi winced as Bakura was backhanded and stumbled a few paces before returning to his vacant stance. Their friend wasn't fighting back and was going to end up a lot worse if they didn't do something. "Get Isis and tell her we're stopping the show. I'll take care of Bakura." Malik nodded and hopped off the crude stage in search of his sister. Yugi raised his arms slightly, mouth set in a determined line. He summoned the words needed for the spell he intended to cast. Muttering under his breath, Yugi gestured in a sharp diagonal with his left hand and horizontally with his right. There was a bright flash of light that filled the entire square with white. As people shouted and clutched their eyes, Yugi brought both hands down, shouting one word.
Bakura disappeared from where he was standing.
The mage wobbled somewhat. He rested a hand on one of the props used in the performance. Spells that moved objects from place to place were more taxing than others; the bigger the item being moved, the harder the strain. Sending Bakura to his 'room' had been a considerable effort. Yugi was able to conceal his fatigue as Malik and Isis rushed up. The bright glare had subsided the moment Bakura was moved, so their eyes weren't harmed.
"Malik told me what has happened. I'll make the announcement while Malik starts closing everything up. If you need to sit down..." She trailed off as Yugi shook his head. He and Malik began to pack up the props from Yugi's magic act into a nearby cart.
The crowd was beginning to recover. Isis stepped forward and raised her hands for silence. Those who could see waited irritably. Those who still suffered from light blindness made small whimpers and moans. The man Bakura had been fighting fumed and stormed out of the square.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry to announce that the rest of the show has been cancelled. Contributions to out entertainers would be most appreciated." She indicated a water pale. "We hope you enjoyed the show and will recommend us to your friends." Isis gave them a flourishing bow before turning to help the other two in packing up. Grumbles and soft complaints arose in the audience as the villagers began to leave. A few worked their way to the front to drop a few pieces of copper or silver into the bucket. Then they too departed.
Malik glanced at the measly profit they had made. "I hope Bakura did his job before losing his mind. I don't really feel like eating cold rabbit scraps for lunch and stale bread for dinner." Isis swatted him half- heartedly as she helped Yugi lift a large spinning wheel into the back of the cart. Malik shrugged and started sweeping flower petals offstage.
~!~
Inside the large covered wagon that served as sleeping quarters to the band, Bakura shivered on his bed. He still stared blankly at the ceiling but trembled fiercely. In his mind he was covered with snow. His limbs had long since gone numb from the cutting chill but he continued to rub his hands together. He remained rooted to the spot he had managed to trudge to. The footprints he had left in the snow were nearly filled in leaving no impression that he had moved at all. Bakura sneezed suddenly, his breath forming a misty bubble in front of his eyes before being blown away in the wind.
~!~
Isis climbed in and made her way past the curtain barrier to check on Bakura. She found him shaking and rolling from side to side. His breathing was slightly uneven but didn't seem to be too abnormal. She felt his forehead for fever but found his skin was the temperature it should be. Isis checked discretely for any wounds or punctures that might suggest poison. Her search proved he was unharmed. Physically there seemed to be nothing wrong with Bakura aside from a few bruises caused by his reckless behavior.
Malik entered carrying the small knife that Bakura had been wielding. He passed it over to his sister and looked down at his friend. "Yugi checked to see if it was enchanted but found nothing. Isis," he looked her in the eye, seeming younger than his years, "what's wrong with him?"
"I don't know Malik. I don't know." They watched as Bakura shivered almost violently before falling still, his eyes closing. On an impulse Isis pulled Malik into an embrace. He returned it. "Do you remember, about ten years ago, when we first came across Bakura?" She felt him nod. "He used to have wild dreams, and often would walk in his sleep."
"But those stopped after a few days. We, I, thought it was just because he was weak from traveling or sick."
"I think that this is something related to those dreams. We'll have to ask him when he wakes, and if he chooses to talk then we shall know." She kissed Malik's cheek as he pulled away. "Where is Yugi?"
Malik took a seat on a sagging pillow, closing his eyes. "He's finishing up with the props and then mentioned taking a nap." Isis nodded. She stepped back outside to the quiet, deserted town square. The magician was nowhere in sight.
~!~
Within his mind, Bakura was nearly up to his neck in cold, white snow. He could no longer move any part of his body aside from his eyes and mouth. It was difficult for him to make out anything beyond the falling puffs of frozen water that hurtled toward the ground by the dozen. He worked his jaw, trying to keep it from freezing shut. The snow continued to pile around him. In the distance, as snowflakes began to cling to his eyelashes making it harder to see, Bakura thought he could make out a silhouette. It looked almost like an angel.
~!~
With a jolt, Bakura sat upright rigidly. He was breathing heavily and staring with unfocused eyes. His skin tingled with remembered cold though he was actually feeling a bit warm. It was after dark, the night was sticky with humidity, not uncommon in the area they were staying at. Slightly disoriented, he fumbled through his deep pockets. Bakura pulled out three pouches of gold, a necklace, several rings and other items of value. Everything was still there. He relaxed and began to recall what had happened. He had been doing his job, bumping into the villagers watching the show, liberating them of their valuables, when a big brute had gotten on his nerves. They had started to fight, Bakura pulling out a weapon and then...
He couldn't remember.
Everything after he retrieved his knife dissolved into a fog. He lay on his cot, listening to his hammering heart begin to slow, and calmly tried to recall anything. Bakura was used to have jumps and gaps in his memory. He had been plagued by them when he was younger, living at home. Once he'd met Malik and Isis, however, they had slowly subsided and eventually stopped. They had told him he would bump into things during the night as a result of walking while asleep. Other times he would be eating a meal and then suddenly he was outside without any recollection of moving. Gradually images began to replay themselves. He carefully made sure he would remember them before rising and sneaking outside. Bakura stretched and sat on the pavilion where Yugi had stood to perform his magic. The air was still.
"You're up late Bakura." The quiet voice of Yugi drifted across the silence. Bakura swiveled until he was facing the mage who was seated close to the prop cart. He didn't need to see clearly to know Yugi was smiling.
"So are you."
"I had a nap earlier, so I'm full of energy now." A small globe of light suddenly sprung up between the pair. Sure enough, Yugi was grinning faintly. Bakura snorted. "I hope you didn't wake Malik up when you came out here."
"Malik doesn't sleep in the wagon unless it's freezing."
"True, but he was worried about you. He was dozing on that squashed pillow you keep in that alcove of yours last I saw."
Bakura shrugged and turned away. He was feeling edgy, like he should be doing something or going somewhere. This sort of feeling was also familiar. The last time he'd felt it was when he was seven. It had led him away from his village, and his jobs there. Bakura had followed it until underlings of his boss had been sent to bring him back. He had put up a good fight but was eventually overpowered and blacked out. He awoke to find himself lying on a pile of blankets in the same wagon he now slept in regularly, Isis carefully tending to his wounds. There was a lot about himself that Bakura didn't understand. He often wondered what his instincts meant and why only he seemed to feel like this. That night he wanted to know why, after nearly ten years of dormancy, these urges and vision gaps had suddenly sprung up again.
Looking fixedly at the sliver of moon in the clear sky, Bakura vowed to find the answers to his questions.
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I feel glad that it's posted. I'm hoping for a few more reviews than the one (thank you by the way) before I update again. Reviews are also good fuel to get me writing again ~_^ Review and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I am not fortunate enough to be obscenely wealthy. Therefore I have no way to afford something as pricy as Yu-Gi-Oh! However, if I win the lottery several times over, things may change.
Note: ~!~ means a change in either perspective (I focus in on one character explicitly) or a change in scene. I think it's fairly easy to tell, but if not just let me know.
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Carnival
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"Ladies and gentlemen, please direct your attention to your left. The Mystifying Isis will now perform her dance 'Flight of the Nightingale'." A voice boomed, magically enhanced, over the chatter of the crowds. A hush began to gradually descend as the audience's attention shifted. Complete silence fell. The jingle of bells soon became audible as the dancer began her movements.
"Hey, Bakura, you'd better get to work." The head of the announcer, a mage dressed in a royal blue tunic, poked its way between two long purple curtains that separated Bakura's compartment from the rest of the wagon. He had erected it to provide some privacy from the other performers.
"Yeah, yeah, in a minute. The crowds can wait until I finish my breakfast." Bakura, a lean white-haired youth, threw the rinds of a few pieces of fruit he had already consumed at the intruder. They were easily dodged.
"The crowds may wait, but Isis won't. She's expecting to see your head bobbing along amidst the others." The mage, with wild and spiky tri- colored hair of black, blonde and red, grinned. The head of their small band, Isis, was not one to keep waiting.
"Get Malik to start the job then. I'm busy!"
"You know Malik's in place for my magic act. And if not, he's probably sharpening his knives for his own performance. That leaves you, the only free person, to pace the crowds." He stepped in all the way. "Or you could sit here, eating, and face Isis' wrath later."
"I thought you didn't approve of our extra performance, Yugi." Bakura scowled from the corner he was seated in. The mage smiled innocently.
"I don't, but I'd rather gain a little illicit gold than have to worry about a friend. Even if it is you." Yugi ducked as a hard roll was thrown in the direction of his head.
"Fine!" Bakura stood, dusted himself off, and stretched. He grabbed a shabby brown robe from a hook and pushed past Yugi. "Tell Isis I want a larger cut for having my meal interrupted!" His only response was a chuckle. Why they had to perform so early was beyond him. Stepping out of their living quarters, more commonly known as a supply wagon, Bakura threw his robe over his shoulders. He then began to weave through the seated and standing watchers, bumping into several along the way. The background jingle came to a halt just as he was starting down his third row.
"Let's give a round of cheers for Isis! Eruptions of catcalls, whistles and shouting filled the air. Bakura rolled his eyes and stumbled to land clumsily atop a slim woman, sitting and enjoying the show. The announcing voice changed from that of Yugi to the soft tones of Isis.
"We have a special treat for you. Mage Yugi will perform feats of sorcery that will leave you breathless in wonder. Please direct your attention to the center pavilion and keep noise to a minimum. Bakura paused to watch the magic user's entrance; it was a lot of colored smoke and flower petals all designed to distract those watching from the true place Yugi entered from. Bakura had checked the trap door personally the night before.
"Hey, boy, get out of the way." A large calloused hand shoved him roughly forward, sending him sprawling onto yet another audience member. Muttering curt apologies, through clenched teeth, he stood and faced the man who had pushed him.
"Take your seat before I have you removed from the square." The other man's face became tight with anger, all joviality gone.
"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? Do you know who I am?"
"No and I don't really care. If I had to guess, I'd say some beggar from the streets taking advantage of a free show," Bakura sneered. He was not going to be pushed around after being forced out of breakfast. This guy had chosen the wrong youth to mess with.
"I ought to teach you some manners whelp." His opponent rose and clenched his fists. The woman he was with, a wife or guest, tugged uselessly on his sleeve. Bakura smirked, dark eyes smoldering with anger. This was just the thing to vent his irritation on.
"Why don't you give it a try?"
The man swung a burley arm hoping to catch the brash boy off guard and send him into a daze. Bakura ducked. He tried aiming a direct punch to rattle the boy's teeth and send him sprawling. Bakura dodged. Finally, in mounting frustration, he simply charge and grabbed Bakura's collar. Struggling to get free, Bakura twisted and tugged but remained in the man's iron grasp.
"Not so cocky now eh?"
On the center pavilion, Yugi watched out of the corner of his eye. He lost concentration only once, causing Malik (who had been 'teleported' onstage through the trap door a few minutes earlier) to get a hotfoot. He watched as Bakura brought one knee up to wind his attacker. Dropping to the ground, the head of white hair disappeared momentarily before popping back up. Few were watching the show now.
Bakura, who had crouched upon hitting the ground, drew a small dagger from a concealed sheath along his shin. He stood brandishing the weapon grinning widely and with an edge of insanity in his eyes. His foe suddenly didn't seem so sure of himself anymore. However, before the minute blade could be put to work, Bakura's entire line of sight changed. He wasn't staring at a bulky well-dressed man recovering his breath. Instead it was snowing fluffy white flakes as wind whistled through frozen evergreens. The arm clenching the dagger dropped and the weapon slid out of his fingers. Bakura stood completely still, hardly breathing. His eyes glazed over and stared off into the distance.
Standing on the central platform, Yugi turned to watch completely. His spell fizzled, abandoned. Malik, running a nervous hand through his sun- bleached blond hair, stepped up beside him. They watched as Bakura stood motionless, seeing but not seeing. "Has this ever happened before?" Yugi didn't bother to look at the youth next to him. Malik nodded absently.
"Once, but that was just after Isis and I found him. He hasn't ever said anything about...whatever is happening." The man, recovering from surprise, was preparing to throw another blow. "Bakura has never stopped in the middle of a fight unless made to."
Yugi winced as Bakura was backhanded and stumbled a few paces before returning to his vacant stance. Their friend wasn't fighting back and was going to end up a lot worse if they didn't do something. "Get Isis and tell her we're stopping the show. I'll take care of Bakura." Malik nodded and hopped off the crude stage in search of his sister. Yugi raised his arms slightly, mouth set in a determined line. He summoned the words needed for the spell he intended to cast. Muttering under his breath, Yugi gestured in a sharp diagonal with his left hand and horizontally with his right. There was a bright flash of light that filled the entire square with white. As people shouted and clutched their eyes, Yugi brought both hands down, shouting one word.
Bakura disappeared from where he was standing.
The mage wobbled somewhat. He rested a hand on one of the props used in the performance. Spells that moved objects from place to place were more taxing than others; the bigger the item being moved, the harder the strain. Sending Bakura to his 'room' had been a considerable effort. Yugi was able to conceal his fatigue as Malik and Isis rushed up. The bright glare had subsided the moment Bakura was moved, so their eyes weren't harmed.
"Malik told me what has happened. I'll make the announcement while Malik starts closing everything up. If you need to sit down..." She trailed off as Yugi shook his head. He and Malik began to pack up the props from Yugi's magic act into a nearby cart.
The crowd was beginning to recover. Isis stepped forward and raised her hands for silence. Those who could see waited irritably. Those who still suffered from light blindness made small whimpers and moans. The man Bakura had been fighting fumed and stormed out of the square.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry to announce that the rest of the show has been cancelled. Contributions to out entertainers would be most appreciated." She indicated a water pale. "We hope you enjoyed the show and will recommend us to your friends." Isis gave them a flourishing bow before turning to help the other two in packing up. Grumbles and soft complaints arose in the audience as the villagers began to leave. A few worked their way to the front to drop a few pieces of copper or silver into the bucket. Then they too departed.
Malik glanced at the measly profit they had made. "I hope Bakura did his job before losing his mind. I don't really feel like eating cold rabbit scraps for lunch and stale bread for dinner." Isis swatted him half- heartedly as she helped Yugi lift a large spinning wheel into the back of the cart. Malik shrugged and started sweeping flower petals offstage.
~!~
Inside the large covered wagon that served as sleeping quarters to the band, Bakura shivered on his bed. He still stared blankly at the ceiling but trembled fiercely. In his mind he was covered with snow. His limbs had long since gone numb from the cutting chill but he continued to rub his hands together. He remained rooted to the spot he had managed to trudge to. The footprints he had left in the snow were nearly filled in leaving no impression that he had moved at all. Bakura sneezed suddenly, his breath forming a misty bubble in front of his eyes before being blown away in the wind.
~!~
Isis climbed in and made her way past the curtain barrier to check on Bakura. She found him shaking and rolling from side to side. His breathing was slightly uneven but didn't seem to be too abnormal. She felt his forehead for fever but found his skin was the temperature it should be. Isis checked discretely for any wounds or punctures that might suggest poison. Her search proved he was unharmed. Physically there seemed to be nothing wrong with Bakura aside from a few bruises caused by his reckless behavior.
Malik entered carrying the small knife that Bakura had been wielding. He passed it over to his sister and looked down at his friend. "Yugi checked to see if it was enchanted but found nothing. Isis," he looked her in the eye, seeming younger than his years, "what's wrong with him?"
"I don't know Malik. I don't know." They watched as Bakura shivered almost violently before falling still, his eyes closing. On an impulse Isis pulled Malik into an embrace. He returned it. "Do you remember, about ten years ago, when we first came across Bakura?" She felt him nod. "He used to have wild dreams, and often would walk in his sleep."
"But those stopped after a few days. We, I, thought it was just because he was weak from traveling or sick."
"I think that this is something related to those dreams. We'll have to ask him when he wakes, and if he chooses to talk then we shall know." She kissed Malik's cheek as he pulled away. "Where is Yugi?"
Malik took a seat on a sagging pillow, closing his eyes. "He's finishing up with the props and then mentioned taking a nap." Isis nodded. She stepped back outside to the quiet, deserted town square. The magician was nowhere in sight.
~!~
Within his mind, Bakura was nearly up to his neck in cold, white snow. He could no longer move any part of his body aside from his eyes and mouth. It was difficult for him to make out anything beyond the falling puffs of frozen water that hurtled toward the ground by the dozen. He worked his jaw, trying to keep it from freezing shut. The snow continued to pile around him. In the distance, as snowflakes began to cling to his eyelashes making it harder to see, Bakura thought he could make out a silhouette. It looked almost like an angel.
~!~
With a jolt, Bakura sat upright rigidly. He was breathing heavily and staring with unfocused eyes. His skin tingled with remembered cold though he was actually feeling a bit warm. It was after dark, the night was sticky with humidity, not uncommon in the area they were staying at. Slightly disoriented, he fumbled through his deep pockets. Bakura pulled out three pouches of gold, a necklace, several rings and other items of value. Everything was still there. He relaxed and began to recall what had happened. He had been doing his job, bumping into the villagers watching the show, liberating them of their valuables, when a big brute had gotten on his nerves. They had started to fight, Bakura pulling out a weapon and then...
He couldn't remember.
Everything after he retrieved his knife dissolved into a fog. He lay on his cot, listening to his hammering heart begin to slow, and calmly tried to recall anything. Bakura was used to have jumps and gaps in his memory. He had been plagued by them when he was younger, living at home. Once he'd met Malik and Isis, however, they had slowly subsided and eventually stopped. They had told him he would bump into things during the night as a result of walking while asleep. Other times he would be eating a meal and then suddenly he was outside without any recollection of moving. Gradually images began to replay themselves. He carefully made sure he would remember them before rising and sneaking outside. Bakura stretched and sat on the pavilion where Yugi had stood to perform his magic. The air was still.
"You're up late Bakura." The quiet voice of Yugi drifted across the silence. Bakura swiveled until he was facing the mage who was seated close to the prop cart. He didn't need to see clearly to know Yugi was smiling.
"So are you."
"I had a nap earlier, so I'm full of energy now." A small globe of light suddenly sprung up between the pair. Sure enough, Yugi was grinning faintly. Bakura snorted. "I hope you didn't wake Malik up when you came out here."
"Malik doesn't sleep in the wagon unless it's freezing."
"True, but he was worried about you. He was dozing on that squashed pillow you keep in that alcove of yours last I saw."
Bakura shrugged and turned away. He was feeling edgy, like he should be doing something or going somewhere. This sort of feeling was also familiar. The last time he'd felt it was when he was seven. It had led him away from his village, and his jobs there. Bakura had followed it until underlings of his boss had been sent to bring him back. He had put up a good fight but was eventually overpowered and blacked out. He awoke to find himself lying on a pile of blankets in the same wagon he now slept in regularly, Isis carefully tending to his wounds. There was a lot about himself that Bakura didn't understand. He often wondered what his instincts meant and why only he seemed to feel like this. That night he wanted to know why, after nearly ten years of dormancy, these urges and vision gaps had suddenly sprung up again.
Looking fixedly at the sliver of moon in the clear sky, Bakura vowed to find the answers to his questions.
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I feel glad that it's posted. I'm hoping for a few more reviews than the one (thank you by the way) before I update again. Reviews are also good fuel to get me writing again ~_^ Review and tell me what you think!