Yugi froze.
"Now, now, now. Aren't you a sneaky young prince?" The voice spoke again.
Prince?
Yugi was a lot of things: small, nice, easy-going. "Prince" didn't fall in that category. Yugi cautiously turned around. A few feet in front of him stood a man with white hair styled almost exactly like Ryou's except it was wilder looking, unlike Ryou's neatly groomed white locks. A giant scar bore through his left eye. His eyes were his most piercing feature. At first they looked brown, but when he moved they glinted red. Once Yugi swore he saw the irises change to a deep lavender, but that sounded crazy. The man was on the taller side, maybe five foot seven, and he was ripped. He wore a long red coat, it was almost like a robe. Gold streamed the edges of the fabric, underneath the coat was a white tank top and shorts. A leather quiver was strapped around his waist, ten arrows sticking out of it. A bow was slung around his arm, the upper shaft resting on his bicep. Yugi was pretty sure that he couldn't take on this man and practically died right there.
The man had an evil smirk fixed on his harsh figured face, but as he looked at Yugi more closely, to Yugi's surprise, the smirk vanished. Poof. Gone. Nada. The expression that replaced his smirk was a mixture of shock and confusion. His eyebrows shot up above his white bangs and his eyes widened, the red glint having a purplish hue to them now.
"Prince? Have you shrunk?" The man inquired, trying to make sense of Yugi's appearance.
Yugi frowned and resisted the urge to roll his course the first thing out of the man's mouth would be a comment about his height. How typical. The man squinted at Yugi, a puzzled look scratched on his face. Why did this man keep calling me "Prince?" Yugi's thoughts buzzed and bounced in his mind.
"And why do you look so... different?" The man was clearly confused, if not agitated as well. It didn't take the white-haired man long to shake off the shock. He simply shrugged and the evil smirk returned, shattering Yugi's hopes that he would leave.
"No matter. You won't escape this time…" The man's smile inched outward as he lifted his hands. He took a step closer to Yugi and Yugi took a step back, but his back was now against the counter. His amethyst eyes widened and in the pit of his stomach, fear bubbled, filling his small form with the feeling. It wasn't the simple kind of fear he felt when Joey and Tristan had bullied him. No, this kind of fear was much, much worse. It wasn't fear at all really; it was terror. Pure terror.
Yugi hoped Ryou would come down the stairs soon. Creaking above him told him his friend was unlikely to come down. As he thought about it though, Ryou needed to stay upstairs. If this white-haired man found out that another had come, who knew what he would do? Yugi closed his eyes and took a breath, opening them again when he exahaled. Why didn't he scream? Sure, easy to say, scream, but...he couldn't bear to talk, let alone yell for his life. His voice was stuck, caught in his throat. Yugi felt his heart pump hard. It seemed as if it wanted to jump out of his chest. He crossed his arms and moved sideways against the counter. Something hard hit him in the side. Not human, but something normally he wouldn't think twice about.
A wall.
A dead end.
His end.
"You're mine." The man whispered, his voice soaked with evil. Yugi couldn't move and he felt like an idiot to corner himself. He wanted to run, but he couldn't. Not to mention this man probably was much faster than him. The smirk on the man's face widened as he took a step back, cocking his head to the side.
"Is that fear I sense, Prince?" he asked amused. "Well I never thought you were one to be afraid."
Yugi closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them, the evil man's eyes were a dark shade of lavender with red rims. The man bared his teeth and slid his bow off his arm, nocking an arrow on the string. He pulled the string back and aimed it at Yugi's head.
"Goodbye, little Prince."
Yugi squeezed his eyes shut and waited for pain.
"Bakura!" A brave, confident voice yelled.
Yugi's closed eyes popped open as he glanced around for the owner.
The white haired man lowered the bow and he glared at Yugi. "You're not the prince?" He whispered menacingly.
Yugi shook his head and the man threw his bow at the ground.
"You. Little. Liar." Saliva built up in 'Bakura''s mouth.
Yugi was now desperate to find the owner. He felt his breathing harden, his mind was spinning, heart pounding, everything was shaking…
A teenager ran into the kitchen and jumped dramatically on the kitchen table. He looked about five four, five five, and he just exuded confidence. His eyes were a shocking crimson with a hard, arrogant spark in them. He was thinner, but toned and had the strangest hair style. It looked kind of like a black starfish with red fringes and jagged golden bangs framing his face. A couple of the bangs didn't stay down and stood up, they giving the impression he had lightning bolts for hair. Most people would find this boy normal -besides his interesting hair- but Yugi didn't. Why?
Simply because this boy looked exactly like him.