Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Crossing time ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Crossing time
Part 2 (Omi)
By Yami Kitsune

Omi groaned as he rolled over. He was so hot, Omi sighed and half thought to remind Aya the AC needed to be fixed. As he rolled over again onto his back he hissed when sand got into his wound.

//…I didn't get hurt on a mission…so then why…// Omi's eyes shot open when he remembered the plane being on fire, and him hurting his back as he was sucked out. He sat up quickly and winced putting a hand on his back. When he took his hand away and looked at it, it was covered in blood. He would have to get that treated soon. He slowly stood up and looked around. His eyes went wide when he saw nothing but sand. There were not towns, no trees, no people. And Omi didn't see any sign of where the plane might have crashed. He was alone, and wounded in the desert. Omi wiped the sweat off his forehead.

“..First things first…Find some water.” Omi said to himself and started walking. After what felt like hours in this heat, but really was only half an hour. Omi felt ready to pass out, whether from heat or blood loss; he wasn't entirely sure. Omi climbed to the top of a nearby sand dune and looked around. He felt like he was going to cry; still no sign of anything anywhere. Omi forced his tears back and started down the dune, when he lost his footing and rolled the rest of the way. He landed on his back at the bottom, and tried to get up, but discovered that he was too tired to move.

Omi was just about to fall asleep when he heard voices. He forced his eyes back open and saw what seemed to be a band of thieves surrounding him. Omi forced himself up on his elbows but fell back again.

“Lookie here, boys. We got gold, AND something to play with on this heist!” Omi stared at the man trying to understand what he was saying. Omi mentally cursed himself for not studying at least a little bit of Egyptian before coming here. He blinked when he saw all the men looking at him. Before Omi could say anything he was pulled up from the ground.

“He must be some kind of foreign nobleman. Look at these cloths!!” One bandit said pulling at Omi's coat ripping it off, Omi's shirt quickly followed.

“Stop it!” Omi yelled, but the men just kept passing him around like he was a doll. When all his cloths were gone he was lifted onto a horse with the one Omi assumed was their leader.

“Back to the cave!” The man yelled and kicked the horse. The horse took off and Omi yelped. He felt like he was going to fall off at any moment, but the man held Omi tightly as they rode through the desert. The bandit held Omi close to his chest either not minding, or not noticing Omi's bleeding back.

It wasn't long before Omi saw a cave up ahead, just as his vision started to blur, the heat was really getting to him, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd had something to drink. Omi blinked a few times when he was lifted off the horse and carried into the cave where he was just dumped on the cold hard ground. Omi yelped when his back hit a rock.

“What is your name boy?” The bandit that Omi rode with asked. Omi just blinked at him, not understanding a word he was saying. The bandit seemed to take Omi not answering as a sign of disrespect and slapped Omi hard across the face. Omi's head turned sharply to the side. “I'll ask you again. What is your name boy?” This time when Omi didn't answer he was kicked in the stomach. Omi's yelp echoed through the cave as all the bandits around them grew silent watching the `leader' slap Omi not caring that Omi was wounded. “I asked you a question!!” He snapped. He took out a whip and when Omi still didn't say anything he raised the whip ready to strike. Omi's vision blurred.

“Last chance boy!” The man said right before the whip came down. Omi closed his eyes tightly bracing for the impact. When none came, he opened his eyes to stare at the bandit. There was a new person there now, with blond spiky hair that stuck strait up in the air.

“What do you think YOU are doing Honda?” The man growled. Omi continued to stare at the two of them. The bandit, Honda, stared at the spiky haired man. He looked off to the side a little when people started parting letting a hooded man through.

“B-Bakura!” Honda gasped stepping back quickly. Omi, not able to keep his eyes open any more, let them fall closed as he passed out.

“What do you think you are doing Honda?” Bakura asked pulling off his hood, revealing long silver hair.

“I…we found this boy in the desert sir.” Bakura crossed his arms glaring at him. “We brought him back with us.”

“By Ra! Bakura, why do these idiots always insist on pointing out the obvious?” the blond man asked.

“I don't' know Marik. You would think they would learn that I don't like having my time wasted by long-ass stories.” Bakura said glaring at Honda more growling slightly.

“I was just trying to find out his name!” Honda said quickly.

“By beating the boy to death?” Marik asked also glaring.

“No! I was just trying to teach him respect.” Honda said. Bakura's eye twitched and Marik sighed. Honda had hit a nerve.

“Shall I let you deal with this Bakura?” Marik asked. Bakura didn't say anything just nodded. “Alright then, I will see you in a few minutes.” He said and picked Omi up and carried him through the crowd back to Bakura's room. Marik felt a little sorry for Honda now. There were only two things that Bakura could not stand, and did not allow. And that was beating, and raping someone. Bakura never saw the logic in it, and he would personally kill anyone if he found out they had beaten someone, or raped someone. It had been some time ago, Bakura had told him that he was forced to watch the pharaoh's soldiers rape and beat his younger brother to death. Just to `teach him respect' for the pharaoh. It was safe to say that not a single one of those soldiers were alive now.

Marik pushed aside the beads Bakura had hung up as his door. He went in and set Omi down on a bunch of pillows. Marik always like Bakura's room, he didn't care how much gold the pharaoh had, or how nice his palace was, Bakura's room was definitely better than any palace.

Marik looked at Omi and brushed some hair out of the boy's face. He smiled a little, it was very surprising that a boy who had to be in his teens, had such soft hair, and skin. But Marik did notice there were quite a few scars on the boy, some were very oddly shaped. Marik traced his finger over a round one that was on Omi's arm.

Omi groaned a little and turned his head to the side. Marik pulled his hand back. Last thing he needed was to have a complete stranger waking up and thinking some weird guy was feeling him up. Although, that wouldn't be the first time it had happened. Marik chuckled at the thought as he turned and poured some water into a bowl. He grabbed a rag and dipped it on the water before turning back to Omi. He blinked when he saw Omi was awake, and trying to hide his nudity with the pillows. Marik smiled.

“You recover fast. Let me clean you up, and then we'll get you some clothes, and something to drink.” Marik said and reached out with the wet rag to clean some dirt off Omi. Omi flinched back. Marik blinked at him.

“I'm not going to hurt you.” Marik said and moved forward. He barely touched Omi with the rag when Omi slapped his hand away.

“Hey!” Marik snapped pulling his hand back. Omi moved back a little, keeping one of the pillows on his lap. Omi winced when Marik snapped at him.

//..Oh great, now I've made him mad…// Omi thought as he backed away more.

“Look kid, I'm not going to hurt you.” Marik said and stood up going over to Omi. Omi's eyes went wide and he put his hand up as if to defend himself. Marik blinked at him.

“I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you mad, but I don't understand a word you are saying!” Omi said quickly. Marik stared at Omi like he had six heads.

“What the hell?” Marik blinked.

“Don't hurt me…” Omi said softly moving back a little bit more until his back hit the wall and he was painfully reminded of his wound. Omi cried out moving away from the wall, he put a hand on his back. “Itai!” Marik bent down quickly and caught him as he fell forward slightly.

“Geez, kid, what the hell did that?” Marik asked as he looked at the wound gently running his hand over it. Omi bit his lip whimpering slightly. Marik sighed and lifted Omi putting him back on the pillows. Omi yelped and blinked at him.

“I told you I wasn't going to hurt you.” Marik said ad Omi frowned wishing he knew what this guy was saying. Omi watched as Marik grabbed the rag and rewet it before gently cleaning his back off. Omi was ready to pull away again, but the cool cloth felt good, and he soon found himself drifting to sleep. Marik continued cleaning Omi off when he heard the beads being pushed aside as Bakura came in.

“Hey, Bakura. How did it go?” Marik asked.

“We have an opening for a few new members” He said as he plopped down on the pillows.

“Some of the others tried to stop you?”

“Don't' they always? I think they forget that I have shadow magic!” Bakura said laughing a little. Marik rolled his eyes but smiled.

“Stupid people.”

“So how is the kid?” Bakura asked looking down at Omi who was awake again due to the talking.

“I don't know, he seems to be fine, but I think he is foreign. He speaks a weird language that even I never heard.” Marik said looking at Omi who stared back at him. Bakura blinked.

“Oh really? Let's hear, hey kid, say something.” Bakura asked. Omi wasn't even looking at him, or Marik now, he was to busy looking around the cave. Marik poked his back making Omi jump and look at him.

“Nani?” He asked. Marik blinked at him, as did Bakura.

“Nani? What the hell is a nani?” Bakura asked.

“Why you asking me? I have no clue what nani means, or what it is.” Marik said glaring. Omi covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. He could just imagine what they were saying.

“What are you laughing at?” Bakura asked hitting Omi upside the head. Omi yelped and ducked away hiding behind Marik slightly.

“Okay, so if he speaks a different language, how do we found out his name?” Bakura asked leaning back watching Marik pet Omi's head and Omi lean into the touch like he was a cat.

“We'll think of something.” Marik said smiling at Omi.

“No, you will think of something. He is now your responsibility.” Bakura smirked. Marik threw a pillow at him hitting him in the face.

“No way, I don't have time to baby-sit! I have to get ready for a job tonight. You watch the kid.” Marik said. Bakura threw the pillow back at him missing him.

“Okay, let's do it this way then. If you can find out his name by the time you leave, then I will watch him. If you don't, forget the job.” Bakura smirked. Marik glared at him more.

“And just how the hell am I supposed to do THAT?!?!”

“Not my problem.” Bakura chuckled. “You have till sundown, I suggest you get started.” Omi was looking very dizzy now from trying to keep up with Marik and Bakura. It was even worse since he didn't know what was being said. Omi looked over at Marik.

“stupid kimuht.”(AN: Not a real word! I didn't know any Egyptian curse words, so I made up my own. It means “fuck head“) Marik muttered under his breath. Omi blinked, he seemed to be the only one who heard it.

“Kimuht?” Omi asked. Bakura spit out his water and Marik blinked at Omi.

“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!?!?!?!?!” Bakura yelled. Marik burst out laughing and Omi looked very confused. Bakura threw his cup at Marik who just beardy dodged it. Marik too Omi's hand and pulled him up. Omi slowly followed Marik out of the room figuring it was safer with Marik right now then Bakura. Marik led him to his bedroom.

“Okay, first, you need some clothes.” Marik said and went through his trunk. He pulled out a pair of pants and tossed them at Omi. Omi caught them as they hit him in the face. Marik then pulled out a vest and turned to look at Omi. “Put them on.” He said pointing to the pants and making the motion s of putting a pair of pants on. Omi blinked at him for a moment before pulling the pants on. Marik smiled and tossed Omi the vest. Omi pulled that on as well. He felt weird in these cloths, but at least he wasn't naked anymore.

“Now, to find out your name.” Marik sighed when Omi just stared at him.

//God I wish I could understand what these people were saying!// Omi thought as He watched Marik tap his chin. Omi looked around the room. He was more then a little surprised at how nicely people could decorate a cave. Omi nearly jumped five feet when Marik suddenly shouted.

“Ah-ha!!” Marik smiled and looked at Omi. “I know how to find out your name.” He said and put a hand on his chest. “Marik.” He patted his chest and repeated his name before pointing at Omi. Omi blinked at him wondering what he was doing. Marik did the motion a couple more times until Omi got it. Omi felt kind of stupid doing this, but it was an affective way to learn something. He pointed to Marik.

“Marik.” He pointed to himself. “Omi.' Marik grinned.

“Thank Ra for smart people!” Marik smiled. “Welcome, Omi, to the band of thieves.” He grinned.



Part 2 (Nagi)

Nagi groaned as he opened his eyes. He put a hand on his head.

//Damn Crawford, he is going to hear about this when I get back to Japan.// Nagi thought as he slowly sat up. His head was pounding and he wondered how the hell he had survived the fall from the plane. And where he had landed. Nagi looked around as he stood up; he seemed to be in a garden, or a court yard. There were plants surrounding what looked like a pool, flowers along a wall that was at least twelve feet high, if not more. Trees were also planted by the wall.

Nagi turned around to look at the rest of the place; he blinked when he saw guards coming out of what Nagi assumed to be a palace.

"Stop right there intruder!" One guards said. Nagi blinked, that language sounded Egyptian, but it wasn't the modern Egyptian that Nagi had learned. It sounded more like ancient Egyptian. Nagi was quickly surrounded by the guards, their spears and swords ready to kill if Nagi made a single wrong move. Nagi sighed and raised a hand to blow them back with his powers. He blinked when nothing happened.

"You! Move!" A guard said. Nagi yelped when a spear pocked him in his back. Nagi was pushed and shoved into the palace. Nagi was a little glad that he understood some of what these people where saying. One of the guards grabbed Nagi's hands and tied them together. Nagi tried to pull his hands away.

"What are you doing! I didn't do anything wrong." Nagi said still fighting with having his hands tied. Nagi hoped these men understood his modern Egyptian. The men blinked at Nagi but they didn't say anything, they just grabbed his hands and tied them together before he was violently shoved forward.

Nagi tripped and bumped into someone. He looked up quickly to see who it was. He came face to face with a pair of piercing blue eyes.

"What is going on here?" The man asked.

"We caught this boy breaking into the palace, High Priest Sethos." One guard said pulling Nagi back away from the high priest. Sethos raised an eyebrow at them and he looked down at Nagi.

"Are the palace guards that lazy that a mere child can brake in?" Sethos asked, glaring around at them. A couple of the guards stepped back

"We are bringing him to see the Pharaoh." The one that had tied Nagi's hands together said.

"The Pharaoh is in a meeting, and can not be interrupted." Sethos said. The guards blinked.

"But high priest, what shall we do with him then?" Nagi looked up at Sethos who was staring at him. A smirk slowly formed as he looked the boy over. Not many people around here had such delicate looking skin, and hair that moved at the tiniest bit of wind. No matter what the guards said, Sethos had a hard time believing that this boy had broken into the palace. He was more likely to be a rich man's son, than to get over that wall.

"Take him to my chambers, I will see to it that the Pharaoh knows of him, and that he is given proper punishment." Sethos said. The guards nodded and Nagi's eyes widened as he was suddenly dragged down the corridor to Sethos's chamber. Nagi tried struggling at first, but a sharp jab from a spear quickly made him stop.

Nagi was shoved into a room and left there. Nagi glared as the door was closed. He didn't like this at all. Sighing he looked around the room. It was decorated with statues and cases. Silk was spread across the bed, and a vale draped down over it. The room it's self was as big as the Schwartz's apartment. Nagi wondered around the room looking at the statues of the cats, and smaller one's of the Egyptian gods. Nagi reached out to touch one of them.

"Don't touch that, or master Sethos will be very upset." Nagi jumped and turned quickly. Standing in the doorway was a boy with black matted looking hair. He was carrying a bundle of cloths as he came in. He sat them on the bed.

"Master Sethos told me to bring these to you. He would like you to put them on." The boy said.

"And why should I care what this Sethos guy wants?" Nagi asked. The boy's eyes widened.

"Because, Master Sethos is the pharaoh's high priest. And the only one higher then him is the Pharaoh himself." The boy said. Nagi blinked at him. "Sethos wants you to wear the new outfit he sent in."

"Why?"

"It's what all master Sethos's slaves wear." The boy said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Mokuba," The boy turned quickly to look at Sethos, who was now standing behind him. 'You may leave now Mokuba." Sethos said. Mokuba nodded and bowed before scurrying out of the room. Nagi watched him go before looking at Sethos. He crossed his arms glaring at the high priest.

"So, what do you want with me?" Nagi asked as Sethos stepped forward. Nagi was more then a little surprised when Sethos backhanded him making Nagi fall over. Nagi yelped when he hit the floor. He put a hand on his burning cheek and stared up at Sethos. His eyes narrowed and he tried to use his powers again to throw Sethos back. But just like before with the guards, nothing happened.

"You will only speak when I give you permission to." Sethos snapped. "Now stand up!" He said. Nagi just stared at him. When he made now move to obey the order Sethos reached down and grabbed a fistful of Nagi's hair. Nagi cried out and kicked Sethos in the knee as a reflex.

Sethos yelped and threw Nagi across the room. Nagi's back slammed into a statue his eyes went wide at the sharp pain as he slowly slid back down to the floor. Sethos walked over to him and glared down at the boy.

"I don't care who you are, or where you are from. That life is now gone, you belong to me, therefore you will do what I say, when I say. Am I understood?" Nagi stared at him as that slowly sank in.

'You can't keep me here, there will be people looking for me." Nagi said. Sethos glared at him again. Sethos raised his hand to slap him again making Nagi flinch back.

"You belong to me now. I don't care about your family, if any one comes looking for you, they will be killed. Now get up, and put your new outfit on." Sethos ordered and reached down grabbing Nagi's arm tightly and pulling him to his feet. Sethos shoved him towards the bed. The whole time Nagi was trying to use his powers. He felt like he was going to cry when nothing happened.

He slowly picked up the outfit and looked at it. The fabric was mostly see-through. Nagi looked back over at Sethos who was watching him. Nagi swallowed.

"…where do I change?" He asked softly. He took a couple steps back as Sethos came towards him.

"Did I say you could speak?" Sethos asked glaring more at Nagi. Nagi slowly shook his head. "Right, I didn't. So then why did you talk?" Sethos asked. Nagi just looked at the floor. "Hn, you speak again, and you will be punished. Understand." Nagi nodded. "Good. And you will dress right here." Sethos said sitting on his bed. Nagi opened his mouth to protest, but a sharp look from Sethos shut him up. Nagi turned around and slowly took off his shirt, followed by his pants.

He tired to ignore Sethos who was watching him from the bed with hungry eyes. When Nagi was finished dressing, there was more skin showing, than there was covered. Sethos smiled at him.

"Good, now let's go see the pharaoh." Sethos said and took Nagi's wrist dragging him from the room. He led him down the long corridors to the thrown room. As they entered the thrown room, Nagi hoped that Schwartz would come for him, and soon.

TBC>>

^-^ Okay! Chapter 2 (Omi and Nagi) is done! ^-^ let me know what you think! If you want more chapters~ keep the reviews coming! ^-^