Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gone with the Sand ❯ Deal ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Deal

 

Right when Ryou went through the mirror he fell into a deep sleep, but he soon woke up. When he awoke the smell of dry sand filled his lungs and his eyes burned when they opened. How bright was it here!? And where was “here?” Ryou's eyes slowly opened and he saw a …desert? What?! Wasn't he just at the museum? But how? Then glimpses of that mirror came into his mind. Somehow he knew that was the reason for all of this.

Ryou slowly and shakily got up off the sandy ground and looked at his new surroundings. He put his hand to his brow to shield with eyes from the light. To his horror, he saw that he was on the outside rim of a small desert village. He approached it steadily, while still getting used to the feel of walking. Once he was in the village he noticed that the people in it gave him strange looks and scowls. Then he became aware that he was a bit out of the ordinary…well…he always looked different, but here he really did looked different. Everyone was very tan, but Ryou was very pale, it was hard to tell if he had any color to his skin, many people had mistaken him for an albino boy.

Ryou stumbled around the dusty grounds and politely pushed his way through a crowd and came to a booth with a merchant behind the counter. Maybe he could help?

“E-excuse me, sir,” Said Ryou kindly.

“Wha do ya want, boy?” The man said gruffy.

The man looked around in his mid 30ies, had shaggy brown hair and a beard to match. In his eyes showed years of toil and hard labor. Ryou didn't know if he should even say anything.

“Can you tell me where I am? I'm sort of lost,”

“Lost indeed. What are you wearing?” Said the man while gesturing to Ryou clothes. “You're in Egypt, and that's no way to dress,”

“E-Egypt?! Are you sure?”

The man sighed. “Does this not look like a desert fit to be found in such a place?”

“Oh…er…I guess you're right. Well…thank you for your time,”

And with that said, Ryou turned around and started off into the crowd. How was he going to get back to his time and place?! Well…he would have to see what he could do. But he slowly looked down to his ring and noticed that it wasn't there! Oh gosh, that was his only hope of ever getting back…

 

Meanwhile:

 

The mayor of the very small desert town was sitting grimly with the legendary tomb robber, Bakura. They sat in a musty room made from clay and sweat. There were few wooden chairs and a small stone table. Bakura sat on his wooden chair with a smirk on his lips, while the mayor look depressed.

“So, you're saying you'll give me anything I want if I stop robbing your village? Hmm…sounds like a hefty deal. Perhaps I may take your offer, but on the other hand, there is nothing in this village that I desperately want that I already can't have,”

“A-are you sure? Anything? Anything at all?”

“No…nope. I see nothing that I want,”

Bakura leaned back in his chair and looked out the carved window. There was nothing in this town that was even worth stealing. Then suddenly something caught his attention. But not something, it was someone. A grin played its way onto Bakura's face as he watch a young boy, who looked very much like himself, stumble and trip to get his way through the crowd. He knew what he wanted now…well…actually who he wanted. He turned back to the mayor.

“I take back my decision. I do want something that's in your village. But I must say, it's more of a someone then a something, is that okay?”

“Yes, yes! Indeed! You may take whatever or who ever you wish!” Said the man happily.

“Very well. I chose that boy,” Said Bakura while glancing out the window to the young boy.

“I…er…I've never seen that one here before. But all the same, he is yours as long as you promise to never rob this village again,”

“Then you have a deal. Now, if you'll excuse me, I wish to go claim my prize,”

The mayor bowed as Bakura left through and old wooden door that was falling apart and decaying. When Bakura was outside of the hut he scanned the land for the boy, he wasn't very hard to find. Bakura ran up to him and grabbed him by his hair.

“Ouch!” Ryou cried as he felt his hair being pulled.

Ryou put his hand to his head and moaned with his eyes tightly shut. He turned around to see who was the cause of such rudeness. When he opened his eyes, to his horror, he saw Bakura grinning madly. Ryou unconsciously stepped back and tripped over his own feet. He looked up to Bakura with fear in his eyes.

“Bakura!” Ryou gasped. “I-I'm sorry for being late! I p-promise it won't happen again!”

Bakura cocked an eyebrow towards Ryou. He had no idea of what this boy with talking about. He had only met him moments ago. But the boy seemed to know him.

“What are you talking about, boy?” Said Bakura's raspy voice.

“Ba…kura?” Then it hit him. This was the Bakura from the past…well…er…now the present.

“Yes? Well, enough of this jibber jabbers. What's your name, kid?”

“My…name? My name's Ryou,”

“Hmm…Ryou? I like it; I think I'm starting to grow more attracted to you by the moment. Come on, you're coming with me,”

“What?! But…but-,”

“Bite you tongue! We have little time to waste! Sunset is nigh, and you don't want to be out at night,”

“Umm…o-okay, Bakura,”

Ryou quickly got to him still weary feet and stood before Thief Bakura. Bakura looked at Ryou and let out a short scowl and rolled his eyes.

“What are you wearing? That's looks horrible, it will never stand the desert heat for long, come, I have something for you to wear. Let's go,”

Bakura led Ryou through the crowds of busy people and merchants. Finally they came to a rack with horses tied on to keep they from wandering. Bakura walked up to a large black horse. Ryou marveled at the shining coat it had, it was wonderful. But their was only one thing wrong with this. Ryou hated riding horses. He hated heights even more, and the horse was pretty high. Bakura jumped onto the horse and held his hand down to Ryou. Ryou just stared and him and didn't move. It didn't take long for Bakura to get angry.

“Get on the horse, will you?! What? Don't tell me you're afraid of horses,”

Ryou gave a sheepish nod. “Sort of…”

Bakura glared at Ryou and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up. Ryou closed his eyes and kicked, trying to get away. But it didn't take long for Bakura to get him on the horse. Before Ryou knew it, he was sitting on the horse on his way deep into the dry desert. Ryou opened his eyes and found himself firmly placed in front of Bakura on the horse. Bakura was holding one arm around Ryou securely, probably to make sure he didn't try and run, or fall off.

“H-how far is it, Bakura?” Asked Ryou while looking down to the dusty ground.

“We'll be there by sunset,”

“How long is that?”

“Four hours,”

Ryou inwardly groaned and closed him eyes. After a few hours the sky became darkened and the air went cold. Ryou had fallen asleep and was now leaning against the horses neck in a deep sleep. But worry started to bit at Bakura. The fool of a boy (Ryou) had not worn anything except a pair of blue jeans, a striped blue and white shirt, and a blue over shirt. That was certainly not going to keep him warm through the harsh night of the desert. Bakura, careful not to wake Ryou, pulled him to his chest and wrapped him in his tanned cloak. A smile almost came to his lips when he felt Ryou start snuggling against him for warmth. Bakura held him tighter to his chest and continued riding into the seemingly endless night.

 

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(P.S. Sorry about my first chapter being sloppy! I just wanted to get it in fast, haha. I'll try to make the other chapters better) ^_^'