Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Aventurien ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Title: Aventurien
Author: Nekocin
Email: Neko_cin_6@hotmail.com
Genres: Various---> Action and Romance as main genres (I hope Romance wouldn't be so screwed up >.>).
Type: AU (meaning no duel cards and such games >.> I apologize for those who wanted a challenging fic where those two will challenge each other)
Anime: Yu-gi-oh (I'm surprised that I find this anime quite interesting and refreshing)
Warnings: Shounen-ai (might get a bit yaoi >.> Don't know yet.) Violence. Maybe some OOC. Here in this chapter none.
Pairings: Yami Bakura+Ryou/Ryou+Yami Bakura *still thinking about which one should be seme and which one should be uke* and some others implied. Here in this chapter none.
Rated: PG-13, but might get R ::shrugs:: (See "Haima" too)
Disclaimer: Anime in question doesn't belong to me. Never was. Never will. (My poor excuse for writing a disclaimer)
Additional notes: Side-fic 1 to "Haima"
Author's notes:
@_@ I've no idea what made me want to write this. Maybe it's because of the fact there are so very few Yami Bakura+Ryou/Ryou+Yami Bakura scenes in my other fic "Haima" since that fic is Seto+Jou/Jou+Seto-centric.
Besides this is a side-fic, it sort of complement with "Haima". I'm not sure if one have to read "Haima" first just to understand this... -_-;; I think you don't have to since this story plays a part BEFORE "Haima" and I think later on I will weave the "Haima" timeline in to the story.
Besides this pairing is kind of cute in my opinion ^_^ and I'm trying my hand here with a difficult relationship 9_9.
:) Anyways welcome to "Aventurien"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Prologue
He watched the other children play bandits and police. With his wide brown eyes he scanned their sunny features; sparkling eyes, big smiles and energy seeping out of their limbs once they ran after one another.
A sudden pang of jealousy gripped his heart and he silently envied their happy life. He didn't blame his misfortune for being the only child of two hard-working Archeologists.
"Ryou-kun! Where are you? Are you done loading the stuff?!" Mrs. Bakura called out, snapping the little boy out of his silent envies.
"Here, okaa-san!" Ryou answered and hurriedly hauled the box into the family car.
His parents were taking him for another excursion in a foreign country. However, being eighth-year-old among a lot of adults had made Ryou even more aware of how lonely he was.
The car went out of the garage.
Ryou looked out of his window and took one last look at the neighbour's children. They never did become friends because of his looks... long white hair and big brown eyes didn't match in their eyes.
He sighed sadly and closed his eyes to rest a bit. The ride to the airport would take a long day for them to reach immediately.
*~*~*~*~*~
"Ryou-kun, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid..." Mrs. Bakura whispered in his ear.
He snapped his eyes open when he heard some screams. The eighth-year-old suddenly noticed his position.
They were sitting in the plane. His mother was cradling his body and whispered soothingly in his ear.
What's going on?
"Shut up! SHUT UP! Shut the bitch up!" someone in the background snarled. Ryou could faintly feel his mother shivering under the man's shout.
Who's shouting?
What's going on?
He didn't understand why everyone was huddled together and why they were whimpering.
A gun was suddenly pointed at him. He knew it was a gun and also felt that it was very dangerous. He swallowed and felt his mother's body stiffen.
Ryou stared wide-eyed at the terrorist. As expected the guy wore a mask to hide his true identity.
"Is he your son?" The man asked.
"Y-yes, s-sir..." Ryou heard his mother weakly reply.
Before he knew it, he found himself being hauled away from his mother's protective embrace. Ryou let out a startled gasp and his mother broke into hysterics. "Please... please... don't! He's my only son!..." Mrs. Bakura cried out incoherently.
Fear crept through his spine and Ryou glanced fearfully at the other passengers. His wide brown eyes threatened to burn within the tears.
Suddenly he caught sight of a pair of narrowed brown eyes. The owner of those eyes looked strikingly familiar as his white locks framed his delicate face. The eyes only had made Ryou realize the other boy wasn't afraid.
It gave Ryou some comfort that those eyes showed no fear.
The narrowed brown eyes suddenly widened when Ryou kept staring at him in awe. The owner immediately flushed and looked away.
Ryou blinked.
Before he knew it, he felt the terrorist being taken down. Someone had attacked the terrorists unexpectedly and took the guns away. Ryou was quickly passed into someone's arms.
"Everything is going to be alright..." some soothing words were whispered into his ear and Ryou felt being carried away. All he could think of was those fearless brown eyes...
Something flashed in front of him.
*~*~*~*~*~
A pair of curious brown eyes watched as Ryou was being carried away. The owner of those eye softened slightly when he remembered how the other had looked at him.
The other boy had lost his fear as soon as he saw his narrowed brown eyes.
He seemed fascinated by the other's big brown eyes and felt his face heat up. Damn! Why must the little hostage look so cute?
He wondered if they'll ever meet again...
*.*.*.*.* End prologue *.*.*.*.*
End notes:
okaa-san: mother
Ryou-kun --> the "-kun" suffix here is used because Ryou is younger.
^_^ I know the title is just plain weird. Even "Haima" sounds weird. "Aventurien" is derived from another word I've found in the same book where I've found "Haima". ^-^ Don't worry about what it really means. You might surely see it once this story starts to develop. But then again if this story ever ends I might put some ending notes. ^-^
Okay, this is just a flashback of Ryou's childhood. Once this story starts I might put some flashbacks here and there... 9_9 But I'm not sure if I work with .doc or .hml stuff to put some of those html tags stuff. And each chapter isn't as short as this one so don't worry >_>.
-_-;; Ugh... the beginning notes are a bit too long, but try to ignore my endless babble here and there.
Edit: Hehehe ^^;; My bad. Thanks for pointing that out Misura ^^.
=^_^=cin
Author: Nekocin
Email: Neko_cin_6@hotmail.com
Genres: Various---> Action and Romance as main genres (I hope Romance wouldn't be so screwed up >.>).
Type: AU (meaning no duel cards and such games >.> I apologize for those who wanted a challenging fic where those two will challenge each other)
Anime: Yu-gi-oh (I'm surprised that I find this anime quite interesting and refreshing)
Warnings: Shounen-ai (might get a bit yaoi >.> Don't know yet.) Violence. Maybe some OOC. Here in this chapter none.
Pairings: Yami Bakura+Ryou/Ryou+Yami Bakura *still thinking about which one should be seme and which one should be uke* and some others implied. Here in this chapter none.
Rated: PG-13, but might get R ::shrugs:: (See "Haima" too)
Disclaimer: Anime in question doesn't belong to me. Never was. Never will. (My poor excuse for writing a disclaimer)
Additional notes: Side-fic 1 to "Haima"
Author's notes:
@_@ I've no idea what made me want to write this. Maybe it's because of the fact there are so very few Yami Bakura+Ryou/Ryou+Yami Bakura scenes in my other fic "Haima" since that fic is Seto+Jou/Jou+Seto-centric.
Besides this is a side-fic, it sort of complement with "Haima". I'm not sure if one have to read "Haima" first just to understand this... -_-;; I think you don't have to since this story plays a part BEFORE "Haima" and I think later on I will weave the "Haima" timeline in to the story.
Besides this pairing is kind of cute in my opinion ^_^ and I'm trying my hand here with a difficult relationship 9_9.
:) Anyways welcome to "Aventurien"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Prologue
He watched the other children play bandits and police. With his wide brown eyes he scanned their sunny features; sparkling eyes, big smiles and energy seeping out of their limbs once they ran after one another.
A sudden pang of jealousy gripped his heart and he silently envied their happy life. He didn't blame his misfortune for being the only child of two hard-working Archeologists.
"Ryou-kun! Where are you? Are you done loading the stuff?!" Mrs. Bakura called out, snapping the little boy out of his silent envies.
"Here, okaa-san!" Ryou answered and hurriedly hauled the box into the family car.
His parents were taking him for another excursion in a foreign country. However, being eighth-year-old among a lot of adults had made Ryou even more aware of how lonely he was.
The car went out of the garage.
Ryou looked out of his window and took one last look at the neighbour's children. They never did become friends because of his looks... long white hair and big brown eyes didn't match in their eyes.
He sighed sadly and closed his eyes to rest a bit. The ride to the airport would take a long day for them to reach immediately.
*~*~*~*~*~
"Ryou-kun, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid..." Mrs. Bakura whispered in his ear.
He snapped his eyes open when he heard some screams. The eighth-year-old suddenly noticed his position.
They were sitting in the plane. His mother was cradling his body and whispered soothingly in his ear.
What's going on?
"Shut up! SHUT UP! Shut the bitch up!" someone in the background snarled. Ryou could faintly feel his mother shivering under the man's shout.
Who's shouting?
What's going on?
He didn't understand why everyone was huddled together and why they were whimpering.
A gun was suddenly pointed at him. He knew it was a gun and also felt that it was very dangerous. He swallowed and felt his mother's body stiffen.
Ryou stared wide-eyed at the terrorist. As expected the guy wore a mask to hide his true identity.
"Is he your son?" The man asked.
"Y-yes, s-sir..." Ryou heard his mother weakly reply.
Before he knew it, he found himself being hauled away from his mother's protective embrace. Ryou let out a startled gasp and his mother broke into hysterics. "Please... please... don't! He's my only son!..." Mrs. Bakura cried out incoherently.
Fear crept through his spine and Ryou glanced fearfully at the other passengers. His wide brown eyes threatened to burn within the tears.
Suddenly he caught sight of a pair of narrowed brown eyes. The owner of those eyes looked strikingly familiar as his white locks framed his delicate face. The eyes only had made Ryou realize the other boy wasn't afraid.
It gave Ryou some comfort that those eyes showed no fear.
The narrowed brown eyes suddenly widened when Ryou kept staring at him in awe. The owner immediately flushed and looked away.
Ryou blinked.
Before he knew it, he felt the terrorist being taken down. Someone had attacked the terrorists unexpectedly and took the guns away. Ryou was quickly passed into someone's arms.
"Everything is going to be alright..." some soothing words were whispered into his ear and Ryou felt being carried away. All he could think of was those fearless brown eyes...
Something flashed in front of him.
*~*~*~*~*~
A pair of curious brown eyes watched as Ryou was being carried away. The owner of those eye softened slightly when he remembered how the other had looked at him.
The other boy had lost his fear as soon as he saw his narrowed brown eyes.
He seemed fascinated by the other's big brown eyes and felt his face heat up. Damn! Why must the little hostage look so cute?
He wondered if they'll ever meet again...
*.*.*.*.* End prologue *.*.*.*.*
End notes:
okaa-san: mother
Ryou-kun --> the "-kun" suffix here is used because Ryou is younger.
^_^ I know the title is just plain weird. Even "Haima" sounds weird. "Aventurien" is derived from another word I've found in the same book where I've found "Haima". ^-^ Don't worry about what it really means. You might surely see it once this story starts to develop. But then again if this story ever ends I might put some ending notes. ^-^
Okay, this is just a flashback of Ryou's childhood. Once this story starts I might put some flashbacks here and there... 9_9 But I'm not sure if I work with .doc or .hml stuff to put some of those html tags stuff. And each chapter isn't as short as this one so don't worry >_>.
-_-;; Ugh... the beginning notes are a bit too long, but try to ignore my endless babble here and there.
Edit: Hehehe ^^;; My bad. Thanks for pointing that out Misura ^^.
=^_^=cin