A/N: Me again! I'm going to try and start doing responses to reviews, okies? No promises I'll get them for each part, but I'll try!
Responce to reviews:
CrimsonEyedAngel99: Heehee, yeah, I stop it in a few bad places along the way ;; I'm trying to get peeps to come back and read the next part, lol. If you're reading this, then it worked! ; I'm glad ya liked it and I hope more will! I know I am anyway Thankies for the review!!!
Chicary: It's angsty? Heehee, that wasn't intended, but if it is, that seems to be what a lot of YGO! readers go for, lol. Yeah, I might have gone a little silly saying that you'd know him in a few sentaces. If I was reading this, I wouldn't, lol. There was a separation but Fanfiction wiped it out for some reason... I've replaced them now with lines The were the little stars. Looks over it. Gah! That looks really bad! Fixing! Sorry about that, FF.net's fault for that confusion. Thanks for the review and saying that! I would have never noticed and all the chapters would be one big mess ;;
Nicky: Yay! I was hoping to be different I actually haven't read a huge amount of YGO! fics so I never knew if someone did this kinda thing or not. Thanks for the review!
Anonymous: Here's the update! Sooner than what I was going to do, but meh Heehee. Yugi does talk more in this chapter than in the last. Trust me, he's a really main guy in this Thanks for the review!
yla/all4him: Here ya go Thanks for the review!
Now on with part two! Please R&R!
Golden Sands
Part Two
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Bakura was pulled over to a block of solid wood and forced to his knees. He looked down over the crowds that had shown up to witness this event in history taking place. Bakura, the King of Thieves, was going to lose his head today, or so they thought. Bakura had other plans. 'I'm not ready to die just yet,' he thought as the shackle from around his neck was removed and his head was pushed down. His long silver hair was pushed to one side, exposing his tanned neck for the axe blade.
The executioner chuckled and raised his blade over his head. The sun shone on it, making a blinding shine hit Bakura's eyes. He squinted and scowled up. His mind raced and a plan formulated. 'I've only got one shot at this,' he thought and clenched his hands in fists. 'This better work!'
Pharaoh Yami crossed his arms and watched with emotionless eyes. Bakura was finally getting what he deserved. He had been robbing the empire blind for years now, and nobody had been able to even get close enough to catch him. His strength and speed always made sure of that. And anyone that did get close didn't live to tell the tale. "This ends today," he whispered to himself, overheard by Yugi, who was standing just behind him, holding a palm leaf over the pharaoh's head to give him some shade. Yugi looked at Yami with slight fear. He'd never known him to be so set on someone's death before, but he had heard of the terrible things Bakura had done, so he was able to agree to this death in his heart.
The blade was raised higher. Bakura took a breath to steady his nerves and got ready. The blade came down. In that second Bakura pulled his head back and raised his shackled legs so the chain was where his neck had been a mere second ago. The speed of this was so quick that nobody knew what had happened until the clang of the axe hitting the chains sounded. Bakura leapt to his feet, chains broken, and wasted no time in heading for an escape. Screams rose from the crowds below, spurring up a panic.
"After him! He mustn't get away!" Yami yelled and soldiers were on Bakura's trail in no time. Yami cursed mentally and turned around, marching back into the palace, Yugi following with quick steps.
Bakura glanced over his shoulder and saw the amount of people after him. He looked forward again and sprinted down the street. There wasn't anyone around to get in his way as they had all gone to see his execution. He nearly lost his footing a few times because of the chains on the shackles around his ankles. They hit his legs as he ran, once or twice wrapping around one and nearly bringing him down. The adrenaline in his blood was high and his heart was racing. Any pain he was supposed to be feeling was dulled for now by the sheer rush of the chase.
He took a sharp corner. The smell of stables rushed at him and he knew where he was going. He took another turn and ended up in a stable yard. He wasted no time in picking a strong stallion from one of the stalls. The stallion was a pale grey colour with dark black spots on its chest and rump. Its mane and tail were white. This horse was also already tacked with a saddle and bridle.
Bakura stepped into one of the stirrups and hoisted himself up onto the beast's back. He grabbed the reins and kicked hard, digging his heels into the stallion's sides. The horse neighed and bolted out from the stables. Bakura was finding it hard to keep a steady hold on the reins, seeing as his wrists were still caught up in the shackles and tied together. The sound of the horse's shoed hooves hitting the stones on the ground echoed through the empty streets. They flew past the group of soldiers, all on foot, and shot out of the city. The horse, once on the sand, slowed slightly but Bakura kept it going by giving it another sharp jab in the ribs. The chains on his ankles hit the horse like a whip, making it go faster than it had ever run before.
"Come on you stupid beast!" Bakura hissed and urged it on further. "No stopping until I say!" He looked back over his shoulder and saw a cloud of sand rising behind him, near the city. Guards were now pursuing him on horses. "Just great. More fun."
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Yami paced up and down in his room, muttered to himself about Bakura, slipping out the odd curse now and again. Yugi watched from the door with a frown.
"Pharaoh? This isn't your fault. Please relax."
"Relax?! How am I supposed to relax?! The most dangerous man in all of Egypt just escaped from us and is now who knows where?!" Yami yelled, suddenly feeling very dizzy. He groaned and sat down on the corner of his bed, lowering his head into his hands and resting his elbows on his knees.
Yugi quickly got a bowl of cool water and a cloth and went to Yami's side. He dampened the cloth and asked Yami to lift his head. He pressed the cool cloth on the pharaoh's forehead. Yami sighed and lay back on the bed. Yugi fetched a second cloth and knelt beside Yami on the bed. He wiped down the pharaoh's face, neck and shoulders with cool water. "Please, relax. You're getting yourself too worked up over this," Yugi spoke softly, crawling off the bed and removing Yami's sandals. Yami sighed as Yugi washed his feet and then massaged them lightly. His stiffened muscles relaxed and he closed his eyes.
When Yugi was finished, Yami sat up and smiled. "Thanks Yugi. I needed that."
Yugi smiled. "No problem. I know how to cool a hot head like you down," he said and chuckled, taking the cloths and putting the bowl away.
Yami shook his head and chuckled. Raising his head, he looked out over the nearby balcony. He got to his feet and walked out. Looking down, he saw that the crowds that had gathered were long gone, all having gone back to their business. He looked out over the golden sands with a frown on his lips. 'Such beauty, yet I can't enjoy it without thinking of him,' he thought and sighed once more, heavily.
Yugi was at his side moments later, looking over the city below with his half brother. "So many lives all working away at their own thing," he muttered, causing Yami to look down at him. "I mean, who knows what goes on down there? We're up here, they're down there, and even though it's the same city, it's like we're worlds apart."
'I wonder what he's getting at,' Yami thought and looked down to the buildings spread out before him. His gaze rose to see the golden sands beyond the city again and that one man entered his mind. 'Where is he now? I hope he's caught.'
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Bakura's horse, now dubbed 'Stupid Beast' by his rider, was after slowing to a walk. It couldn't go any faster anymore. The heat of the sun was tremendous and it, plus after running flat out for over an hour, would take its toil on any creature. Bakura was feeling the strain too, even though he was riding the stallion. They had long since lost the soldiers following them and Bakura was glad he knew which horse to pick when he arrived at the stables. The grey stallion was the strongest, fittest and most rested horse there, and so was able to go much further than the others.
They arrived at an oasis and Bakura dismounted. He collapsed beside the lake and dunked his head into the crystal clear waters. He snapped it out, throwing his now soaked hair over to his back, leaving a wet trail snake its way down his bare back. He drank heavily, relishing the taste of the liquid as it rolled over his tongue and down his throat. The horse was drinking with just as much need, taking large gulps at a time, as much as it could. It wasn't long before both animal and man had satisfied their thirst and were now resting in the shade of a few palm trees.
Bakura was glad he knew of this oasis, and that he came here often. He strode over to one of the trees and knelt in the sand. He dug in the sand with his hands and uncovered a dark wooden chest. He grinned and sat down. Upon opening it he looked in at the small stash he kept there. The first thing he took out was a small pin, which he used to pick the locks of the shackles. It wasn't easy but he got them open. He rubbed his raw wrists and grunted. They, and his ankles, were red from the shackles, and his legs also from when the chains hit them. There were a few small gashes, but nothing major. He tossed the binding shackles into the lake and returned to his chest. He pulled out a few pieces of clothing, a pouch of gold coins, and a rope for a belt, sandals, and a couple of small daggers. He crouched down once dressed to remove the final item. He picked up the necklace and held it high, letting the sun shine on its golden shape, giving it a glowing effect.
"At least they didn't get you," he said in a gruff voice and lowered it around his neck. He looked at the pyramid shape in a circle, and then ran his fingers over each of the five golden spikes that hung from the ring. "Yes, nobody shall have you, my Millennium Ring." He spoke to it, an evil glint in his eyes as they narrowed suddenly. "But as for everything else I had, that stupid pharaoh now has it all!" He yelled in frustration and punched a tree trunk behind him. Blood slid down from his knuckles, but he didn't care. "Why?! Why must that snobby brat always get his way?! He has enough, he doesn't need anymore!"
The horse looked over at him and flicked its ears, as if commenting on something. Bakura looked at it and snorted. "What would you know, you're just a horse." The stallion nickered and then snorted, stomping one hoof on the sand.
The Millennium Ring around Bakura's neck glowed and he looked down at it. "What's that?" His eyes glazed over and he fell silent. After a moment he burst out into an evil laugh, spooking his horse. "Yes! That's perfect! Take revenge on the pharaoh, kill him, and make myself pharaoh!" His maniacal laugher rang out. He grabbed the ring and lifted it up. "Oh what would I do without you?" he asked it and kissed the golden ring, which glowed for a second. He let it drop down against his chest and he faced the horse. "Alright you stupid beast, rest up coz we've got a return journey to make in a few days."
The horse snorted and turned its back on Bakura, flipping its tail at him. Bakura growled and crossed his arms. "Stubborn mule."
To be continued....
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Ohh, and another note for you here. I hope that piece with Yugi and Yami there didn't come out too yaoi'ish, coz it's not supposed to be. They're brothers here! So yaoi between 'em is a nono. This is a fun fic to do! Even if it is coming out weird, lol. Please lemmie know what you think! See ya!
Slán slán!
Ashla
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