Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Bury the Past ❯ Late Night Fun ( Chapter 1 )
'Allo! Hi, I'm TenshiStar-Chan(MM)/Nessa Veneanar(FF.net)(If I could get it to work) signing in for my first fic on mediaminer/fanfiction.net! This story takes place after the very end of Yugioh... I think. In any case, our two huggable yamis have their memories back!
Bakura: *grumpily* I'm not huggable.
TS-Chan: Yes, yes you are! *huggles Bakura; gets poked in the eye by his hair* Ow...
Yami: I have to agree with the Tomb Robber for once; `Huggable' isn't on the `list of things that make a good Pharaoh.' *pouts*
TS-Chan: Aww, you're so cute when you're pouty! *huggles Yami; gets other eye poked by his hair* Ow...
*with a patch over both eyes* Anywho, I dunno if they yamis come back after that, but let's pretend they do, ne?
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, but I do own a really kick-ass pair of sea-green pajamas with a Chinese dragon on them... *goes off to put pajamas on*
IMPORTANT; .::READTHIS RIGHT NOW::.
This story contains violence and language. (Not as much as it did before, because I censored it a little, and I'm not good at describing violence. You'll probably be alright) Be warned, for I made Bakura (da eeevil one) deep and thoughtful and psycho at the same time... I thought it fit his character. So sue me. Wait, no, don't sue me.
"speech"
'thoughts'
emphasis on words
(That little voice in your head, your conscience speaking)<--- (A/N: You'll notice Bakura actually has one... not that he listens to it. It doesn't show up much this chapter, anyway)
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Bury the Past
Chapter 1: A Tomb Robber Reminisces
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The city of Domino was masked in darkness. It was a new moon, and a cloudy night, so no light shone through from the heavens. The streetlights were the only source of light in the city, as it was beginning to get too cold for the fireflies, and in the 'bad' part of the city, not even the streetlights broke the gloomy darkness. They had long been inoperable.
From the slingshots of children, who may have been trying to hit a dragonfly or a robin, missing their target and shattering the glass bulbs, at which they quickly turned tail and fled.
From stupid, angsty teenagers, who thought they'd already seen and done everything, though they hadn't experienced a tenth of what life had to offer, and already felt the need to destroy everything around them.[1]
Or from the misfired bullets of bitter adults, playing their sinful, hateful games, always too quick to snuff out the lives of those around them. This wasn't always the case, but it was more often than not over here.
And the ironic thing, was that those innocent children grew up to be those hateful adults... Ironic, and sad. Such a vicious cycle...
A silver-haired teen pondered these thoughts as he wandered around the streets in the dead of night. For most people, they would be terribly depressing, but this youth didn't give a damn and couldn't care less about these stupid mortals... He was above these idiots and their hateful games. He played 'games' of a different kind, on a different level of danger, and he had a specific reason to do so, a purpose, unlike this scum... These people that murdered and stole for no reason.... (Or, at least, you have convinced yourself of that... that you don't care, and that you have/had a justifiable reason to act as you do/did.)
The teen, disregarding that little voice, contorted his lips into an evil-looking smirk. To those who had seen him in action, seen what he had done, what he was thinking at the moment would look quite hypocritical... But then again, they were all blind idiots, befriending a foe even worse than himself! He had a reason to kill, a reason to steal, and a reason to want revenge. He always knew what he had to do, though until very recently, he didn't remember exactly why, he just remembered the hate that clouded his sight and almost choked him every time he saw him... That idiotic sonuvabitch Pharaoh... How he wished to just beat in that stupid fuck's skull with his own fucking pyramid... Well, then, now that he had his own memories back, that damn Pharaoh was more than a little depressed. He finally remembered everything that he had done, everyone he had hurt... His precious Yuugi had no clue to why his other half was acting this way, as he had refused to speak of anything that had happened while he was in the memory world... Ha. At least now he had to live with the guilt that came with remembrance.
Bakura was snapped out of his thoughts at the bone-chilling sound of a knife being drawn. Well, bone-chilling to anyone but him. He immediately froze, and listened to try and discern from which direction the sound came. He heard deep, ragged breathing and another blade being drawn, behind him and to the right. Most likely, this person was about seven feet from him. But, was this the same person he had heard first? 'No,' he finally decided, as he heard the sound of a glass bottle clinking against the side of a building. This guy (he supposed there wouldn't be a drunk lady out trying to mug him) wouldn't be able to hold two knives and a bottle of alcohol at the same time. There was at least two, maybe three people. Bakura inwardly sighed. 'This won't be any fun,' he griped mentally, 'maybe if there was eight or ten, then they would be better targets to take my aggression out on... but three?'
As he was thinking this, he heard a chorus of footsteps directly behind him. He listened to the echo of sneakers and heavy boots along the sidewalk, and grinned as they came extremely close to him, about three feet away. He could sense them better now, and could distinctly 'feel' five thugs standing behind him. 'Oh, this is going to be fun...' Bakura grinned sadistically; he was going to freak these thugs out before he beat them senseless... After all, he had more than paid his 'rent' for his host... It was time to have a little fun...
"Eight little thugs, soon to be dead," he called out in a sing-song tone of voice, a voice laced with malicious intent. He then turned around to face his 'attackers.'
He was right. There were eight. They were all apparently of the 'big and stupid' breed. They looked slightly surprised at his tone of voice and the evil grin on his face, and he continued his performance without giving them a chance to reply.
"Two fell down and bumped their heads." At this, Bakura quickly crouched down and struck out at the closest two thugs' ankles. The pair tried to move, but they were too slow, and their heads made a sickening crack as they hit the corner of a building. Bakura flung his arm at the dying criminals, and without a word sent their minds to the Shadow Realm. Of course, no one else knew about the Shadow Realm, they had just seen their friends 'die' at a swift kick and flick of the wrist.
The rest of the thugs just stood there, stupefied. Bakura slowly stood up and stared at the remainder, crossing his arms as he did so. After a few moments, what they had just witnessed seemed to soak in, and four of the remaining six howled in anger, waving their blades around wildly. The other two just stood there, petrified. The four started towards him, but not before hearing him sweetly sing,
"Four little thugs, taking more than they give,
anyone would agree; they've no right to live!"
Bakura dodged the knives thrown at him. 'Idiots...' he thought, 'those were their only weapons, and they threw them away...' A thug threw a punch at his face, and he dodged, grabbing said thug's arm in the process, and twisting it around until he heard a satisfying pop as it was dislocated. Then, he pulled the man around to face him, and made him watch Bakura snap the dislocated arm in pain. "Oops... I think I broke it... Sorry," Bakura grinned as he saw the bone sticking out from the man's arm. He pushed the screaming man down and kicked out straight behind him, catching another thug in the groin. He turned around to finish the job, but found the thug on the ground, crying. 'Well, that wasn't hard...you'd think they could withstand a little kick to the groin, or at least were some protection... these thugs are pretty pitiful...'
He heard two cries coming from either side of him. He looked around and saw the last two of the four that attacked him running towards him from opposite sides.
"Oh, please..." Bakura muttered as he stepped out of the way and allowed the two to run into each other. They fell to the ground, unconscious. "That was pathetic..." he murmured. He heard a scampering of feet, and turned to see the two thugs who hadn't joined the fight running away. Evidently, they had regained what little sense they had in the first place. "Oh no, you don't!" he yelled, and ran after them. He caught up to them fairly quickly and grabbed the slower of the two by his hair. He stopped and flung his free arm out at the other crook. As the Sennen Ring began to glow, the running man collapsed, soulless. He drug the other whimpering thug back to the 'scene of the crime.' The bodies of the two men he had tripped were still in their positions, puddles of blood forming under their corpses. The man who's arm he had snapped was being supported by the guy who he had kicked in the crotch. The two who had slammed into each other were awake now, and beginning to stagger away in the same direction the other two were.
"Stop." Bakura commanded. This caused the thugs to visibly shudder, and Bakura was sure that they had flinched, too, though he couldn't see their faces. "I'm going to allow you to leave, but if you tell anyone, I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish. If you ever see me again, if you even let on a little that you know me, you'll be sorry. Now, leave my sight before my generosity runs out."
At this, the thugs began to run and/or hobble away. Bakura turned toward the thug he had caught. He hadn't yet released his grip on the man's wrist. He released his wrist and stepped back to overlook his captive. He wasn't really a man, yet. He seemed younger, probably about 19. He had dark brown hair with chunky blonde highlights, and his build gave away the fact that he hadn't done this for very long, as he wasn't nearly as muscular as the others had been.
"W-what the hell are y-y-you?!" they boy managed to get out.
Bakura searched Ryou's memories to see if he knew this boy from anywhere. 'Oh! This boy was in Ryou's gym class at his middle school... Tairohru Saijoku... Why would he be in Domino now? Ah, well... no matter. My, my, these aren't pleasant memories at all... So, he liked to pick on my host. Well, then, he's going to get what that gym teacher got. I guess I'm paying in advance for next month's 'rent'...'[2]
"Oh, so you picked on Ryou, correct?" Bakura asked, pushing the youth to the ground.
"Wha-? What do you mean?" The teen looked harder at the younger boy in front of him. Finally, his eyes showed a glimmer of recognition. "Bakura Ryou? Is t-that you? Why are you talking about yourself in the first person?"
"That would be third person, dumbass, if I was talking about myself. I think you'll find that I'm not such a pushover... You could say, I'm Ryou's reflection."
"Reflection...? What are you talking about? ....You're crazy!!! HELP!!!! SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEE-!!!!"
"Shut up!" Bakura growled, landing a blow on the side of Tairohru's face. "When you look in a mirror, what do you see? You see yourself, but you are completely inverted. The opposite. I am the opposite of Ryou. His darker half. And you, child, are about to pay for all you've done to my host! PENALTY GAME!!!"
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As Bakura walked away from the babbling teen, about ten minutes later, rain began to pour. It started as a light sprinkle, but quickly elevated to the equivalent of pouring piss out of a boot.[3] He continued on his way to his host's apartment, grinning all the way because he had gotten his fun, paid his 'rent', and even 'avenged' his host, all in the same night. And it was even better, because he would never get caught! The rain would wash away any evidence that there might have been, including the small amounts of blood that had managed to get on him.
He was now nearing the apartment complex, and frowned at the thought that he didn't know if the manager or anyone else would be up and about at this hour. He had never stayed out this late... it must've been about an hour and a half before the sun would rise, and he knew that his host was sometimes awoken earlier than he wished because some of his neighbors were the dreaded race of 'morning people'. His host had to adapt to waking up earlier when he moved here and had become a semi-morning person against his will, which pissed Bakura off because when Ryou awoke, so did Bakura. He decided that if he met a morning person, he would send them off to the Shadow Realm. He was curious to know what his host would say to him, whether it would be reprimanding him or thanking him, or whether it'd be a mix of the two. Ah, well, his host didn't really talk to him unless he was screaming at him to leave his body. Woah, that was a confusing sentence.
Bakura shook his head as he stepped into the elevator. His thoughts were becoming a jumbled rant of nothingness. A psycho darker half doesn't correct his grammar. He vaguely remembered doing that earlier that night, too. Damn Ryou, and damn his good grammar! 'That kid needs to loosen up a little. There's no reason to be so uptight about everything...'(Aww, you know you don't mean that. You care about him, you even told him that the first day he could hear you!)
'I didn't mean it. I was looking for an excuse to exercise the powers of my Ring.'
(Liar. You may have been just doing that to his friends, but when he was threatened, you protected him. Several times.)
'Shut up!!!'
(Make me.)
Just then, a thought occurred to him.
'You're my conscience, right? Where were you when I was kicking the shit out of those thugs back there?'
(...)
'So dispatching them must have been a good thing... riiiiiiight?'
(...*mumblemumble*)
'How the hell does a conscience mumble? ANSWER ME!'
(... I... was drunk.)
'And now you're not? You get over drunkenness quickly.'
(OKAY! Fine, I give. I wanted to see you open a can of whoop-ass on the punks. Are you satisfied now?)
'Yep.'
Bakura shook the thoughts from his head. Now he was talking to himself.
Great.
And arguing with himself.
Even better.
And play-teasing himself.
... That sounded wrong. Ewwwww...
He wondered if Malik had rubbed off on him. They were practically sharing bodies at that tournament... Bakura shuddered in spite of himself as he reached Ryou's apartment number. He decided it wasn't worth it to think about anything tonight. He would only succeed in scaring himself.
As he marched into his apartment, he sighed and grinned again. He went to the bathroom to change out of his wet clothes, dry his hair, and change into a pair of pajamas. He dumped the wet clothes into the clothes hamper and went back into the living room. He grabbed the book Ryou had been reading and laid back down on the couch in the same position Ryou had been when he took over.
Bakura closed his eyes, suddenly exhausted, and let his consciousness slip back into the ring, at the same time allowing his host's consciousness to resurface. Bakura quickly materialized beside the couch, watching Ryou to see if he would awaken. He didn't.
As Bakura directed his mind back into the Sennen Ring, he whispered something to his host...
"Sweet dreams, Yadonushi..."[4]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TBC!
[1]: Alright, don't kill me for saying that. I'm not angsty myself, but I am a stupid teenager. I'll be fifteen August 24. So there. Nyah! :P Please, no flames for that!
[2]: Heeeeeeeeee.... remember that gym teacher who wanted Ryou to cut his hair? Yep, that teacher. Bakura played a 'penalty game' with him and he fell into a coma... I LOVE THAT CHAPTER!!! Bakura said he cared about his host... kawaii! ^0^
[3]: My mom and grandma always said that. I'm just a hillbilly, so I will sometimes use country terms to describe 'stuff'. I just think it's funneh the way they say it. Especially if they say it when walking in the house after getting caught in the yard 200 ft. away from the house or any shelter in that kind of rain. :D
Our driveway/yard/woods is probably 1/5 mile down, with no other houses sharing that driveway. :)
I love the country.
[4]: Yadonushi: That's what Bakura usually calls Ryou when talking about him to anyone else. It means 'King's Property'... That's just more fuel for Yami/Ryou or Yuugi/Ryou. :D
Whhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... Next chapter (which is already half-written) will be in Ryou's POV for awhile, then switch to Bakura's POV, instead of all the third person stuff.
I think Bakura was WAY OOC. Ah, who cares?
I HAVE A QUESTION: I downloaded the episode that started the Yalik/Yuugi duel(ep. 138)... in Japanese(subbed) The announcer introduces the two as 'Malik Ishtar and Mutuo Yuugi'... Why did he say Malik's name in the American way, and Yuugi's the Japanese way? Is it because he's Egyptian...? ?_?
And: I need advice. I don't think I'm going to turn this into a shonen-ai fic, and I only have the next chapter semi-planned out, and one crap idea for the chapter after that. I NEED IDEAS!!! Original ideas to make this fic go SOMEWHERE... because right now, it doesn't even have an ending... ._.
And I don't know how to write shonen-ai.
All flames will be given to my muse, CSB (Crazy Soldier Boy, he was too crazy for the military, he isn't really a soldier... I think I gave Bakura some of his personality) to set off his collection of explosives and gunpowder and destroy the world, or possibly to set a bag of cat poo aflame to be thrown at you.