Mirage in the Desert Chapter 2, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

Disclaimer I do not own YuGiOH, Bakura, or any of the characters that belong in the series. I do own Mirage, Heisoel, and anything else that does not belong in the series.

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Authoresses Header Note

I was about ready to take this story down, but I have to thanks AnimeNymph, I'm really glad you like the story dear; I'll be continuing it now.

WARNING: This chapter is very violent and very graphic; it isn't for the weak of stomach. I have a very vivid imagination and this chapter is not meant to be happy or pretty. Not everything in the world is full of cheerful little elves dancing around with the butterflies and fairies making the forest sparkle with magical beauty.

I think the reality of Bakura's story was very violent and brutal, something they cannot put in a show, but I can put in a story.

So please do not read if you know it will bother you, if it does, then this story is not for you.

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Chapter 2

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Mirage and Bakura looked out the window and saw, with horror, the gateway to the city spark with the light of a fire. Thieves everywhere were sprinting from their homes and calling to each other to hurry. Neither of them knew what was going on, they just knew it was bad.

The door to Mirage's room suddenly burst open, they both jumped back and turned to the door, awaiting the worst.

It was Heisoel.

"Hurry, come with me both of you!"

Unsure, they both dashed out after Heisoel, he led them through the city that was quickly being burned. Mirage heard screams, and then she heard a roar. Her eyes widened, "Are they using monsters."

"Not many, but it's enough to help their troops." Heisoel looked around, "Hurry, this way."

They turned down an alleyway and continued running.

"Bakura!"

Bakura jumped and looked at Heisoel, "Yes sir?"

"Do you have it?"

Bakura paused for a moment, he placed a hand on the bag by his side before answering, "Yes I do sir."

"Good, keep it close okay?"

Mirage looked perplex, she ignored it as she continued running. She tripped a little but quickly regained her balance, when she back to see what she had tripped on, she felt her heart press itself into her throat.

A body.

She turned away, tears filling her eyes, but she followed Bakura and her father anyway. They passed several more bodies, the one's they passed were mainly those of men, and many were wielding weapons that had done them no justice. Part of her was field with mourning, the other with rage…how could they do this?

They continued running in silence, it wasn't like there was much to say. Bakura touched his hand to his bag every few moments before continuing onwards. Mirage wondered what on earth was in there that was so important to him. She felt movement in her pocket, which meant that her little Heisoel was waking up. She hoped that he would fall back asleep, so that he wouldn't have to deal with all of this.

Suddenly, her father stopped dead in his tracks, he opened a door and motioned for them to go inside. He shut the door behind them, just as two guards rounded the corner. And they were upon him.

Mirage glanced out the window, she saw the men attacking her father and him fighting back, but it was apparent; her father was losing. Mirage couldn't bear to watch, she ducked down and hugged her knee's…she started to cry after a moment and Bakura scooted over to comfort her.

After a moment, it was silent, the men both laughed, but her father made no sound. Mirage and Bakura waited to hear if anyone would come. When they figured it was safe, the exited quietly.

There was no sign of Mirage's father, just a lot of blood and…

His pack.

Mirage hurried over and picked up her fathers larger bag, Bakura motioned for her to hurry, she nodded, tears still in her eyes as she clutched the pack. The two kids sprinted off into the night.

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Bakura ran alone; he called for Mirage, screaming her name. They had been separated, neither of them had known. He searched her out and finally grew tiered.

As he walked along the wall, he finally saw her. A man on a horse rode up and looked down at him, Mirage was tied and was lying like a hunted animal across the back of the horse. Bakura's eyes widened and he glared darkly at the man.

The man chuckled and grinned, "You must know this girl."

Bakura clenched his teeth but did not speak, he couldn't let the man know they were friends…it might mean death to both of them, so he shook his head.

The man began to laugh, "Well then, she won't miss you; not like it matters."

He jumped off his horse, and before Bakura could think, the end of the man's spear smashed into the side of his head, banging him into a wall and all went black.

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Bakura awoke, feeling like he had been out for hours, but it had actually been only a few minutes. His head hurt and something wet trickled down the side of his face and dripped into the puddle of whatever he was laying in.

He touched the side of his head; his hair was matted with the same warm, thick wetness. He glanced at his hand to see his own blood. He grimaced and lifted himself off of the ground. Trying to remember where he was, he heard shouts and screams of people in the street. Curious, he peaked around the corner, only to see a sight that would be implanted in his mind forever.

Thieves ran for their lives as they were speared down one by one, blood covered the streets and sunk right into the sand, leaving no trace it had ever been there. People were dying, at the hands of these merciless killers. He watched and suddenly he recognized a crest one of the soldiers was wearing.

These men were the Pharaoh's soldiers.

Then he remembered, Mirage…he had seen her…she had been dead. She was lying on the back of that horse, blood streamed from her mouth and she had a large gash across her right eye and blood was caked on her head and arms. She had to be dead; there was no sign that she was alive.

He shivered and tried not to cry…his best friend was dead, and her father was gone too, what about his family…but they must be dead too. He turned and ran blindly, he tripped and fell, scraping himself more so than he already was.

He looked foreword, even in his hazy vision he caught sight of someone. Their hand was reaching toward him and it looked like they were calling to him, but he couldn't hear. Were they? And then reality returned to him.

He was looking into the dead face of a woman; her arm was outstretched in front of her, pinned down by two spears, a third protruded from her back. Her face was bloody and her mouth was open in a soundless scream. Bakura scrambled back against the alley wall, he looked at the woman, she was young…so young. Half of her clothes were torn off of her body; she held something to her chest.

Bakura moved forward, he reached for it and found he had trouble pulling it out from underneath her. He pulled at a fold in the cloth and it ripped off, sending him backwards. He looked on with horror.

A baby.

It looked like it was sleeping soundly, for it's eyes were closed with a peaceful expression on it's face. But…it wasn't, crimson liquid seeped from its mouth and he realized that the spear in the woman's back didn't just pin her down.

Bakura scrambled to his feet and tried to run, he was stopped when a guard turned into his alley on a horse.

"You! Boy!"

The man didn't have time to say anymore, he leapt at the man and ensued a fight of clawing and other such attacks. The man used his spear to his advantage and sliced up a work on Bakura's face, but that only made Bakura angrier and soon, the spear was in the boys hands, no longer covered in just his blood.

Throwing the guards dead body off of the horse, Bakura unsaddled the horse and removed the bridal. He jumped on, grabbing fistfuls of the horse's mane and rode off out of the city unnoticed.

The city then went up in flames.

Bakura sat on top of a sandy hill, the horse stood behind him, clearly afraid to leave in fear that the boy would strike him down too.

He couldn't help it, Bakura was so lost in the thoughts of the events. He thought of the city, he thought of the woman, he thought of his family, he thought of Heisoel and Mirage.

White-hot anger began boiling inside him, his eyes were no longer soft and bright, and they had hardened with hatred. His heart no longer pumped to just keep him alive, his blood boiled and a dark aura was apparent around him. Bakura was no longer a young boy, he couldn't be anymore; after what he had seen he had to grow up, there was no choice when it comes to witnessing violence like that.

The thing was, Bakura may very well have still been innocent, but when he killed that night, Bakura was no longer Bakura.

The darkness inside him grew and enveloped him; he was a marked man in a little boy's body. He was branded, there was no turning back.

A pale scar began to form underneath his eye from the spear he had used to murder the one who had made it.

That kind of mark only came from someone else's fear, and it was only left on someone who was not to be underestimated.

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Authoresses Footer Note

I know it's a rather short chapter, but hey…what can ya do?