Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gorgeous Carat (YGO version) ❯ The Dragon of Maghreb Part 4 ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Lsama-no-miko 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Romance / Suspense / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.17.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 177 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Romance / Suspense / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.17.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 177 | Status: Work In Progress
Gorgeous Carat (YGO Version)
By Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko)
Chapter 11: The Dragon of Maghreb Part 4
The tall brunet lounged lazily on the divan, taking leisurely puffs on the hookah beside him as the bells and calls from the nearby mosques drifted in from an open window. “Aren’t you going to prayer?” the much shorter boy asked from the bed, shaking but not from fear.
“I’m not a Muslim,” he replied coolly, “besides, it’s just useless drivel for mindless fools who can’t decide things for themselves.”
“You’re really smug, do you know that?” the boy shot back, grabbing hold of the dagger the taller had carelessly left on the nightstand.
“Just enjoying life,” Ezhdar said, not bothering to look at his ‘guest’ and taking another puff.
“Please!” cried the boy creeping over to the divan, “I can’t take it, give me some too!”
The blue eyed man raised an eyebrow, amusement clearly written on his face. “Don’t you think you’re hamming it up a bit too much?” he retorted, enjoying the little one’s torment.
“I-I’ll do anything! Please Ezhdar, I’m begging you!” He then reached for the hookah only to have his wrist snatched in a vise like grip. Within moments he found himself pulled against the man’s chest.
“You’re such an adorable little thing,” the brunet said before forcing Yugi’s head up and ravaging his mouth with his. Yugi fought the urge to retch and let the man to continue kissing him. A few moments later, he jerked away, bringing the dagger around towards the man’s chest. With the liquid movement of a snake, Ezhdar smacked the blade from the smaller boy’s hand, sending it clattering to the floor and sliding across it as he kicked it.
“Nice try boy,” he said, smirking evilly, “I did however, enjoy this little act of yours.” He titled the boy’s head upward again, his single eye boring into Yugi’s violet ones. “Has he ever told you that your lovely eyes become even more lovely when you’re excited like this?” Yugi in spite of the intense shakes he was still suffering from struggled against the man’s tight grip. “Or that they almost turn into sapphires when you’re drunk with pleasure? Oh yes, it’s fun to see you dyed in my most favorite color.”
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The blond Egyptian sighed. They were partying again, some were even passed out on the floor, dead drunk from the strong wine their host had provided.
“Ya know,” slurred a man with brown and lavender hair, “Dat Eshdar’s a strange one.”
“Hyo-hyo-hyo, you got that right,” his mint green haired companion replied, equally smashed.
“Hey itsh Yu-chan!” the brunet said noticing the spiky haired boy stumbling into the hall. He quickly steadied himself and caught the boy before he fell over one of the unconscious men. “Kids like ya shouldn’t be drinkin’ ‘fore noon.”
“You okay, Yugi?” Malik asked worriedly as he took him from Rex. They led him to a group of cushions nearby and made him sit. ‘This smell...’ he thought, recognizing it instantly. “I want a straight answer Yugi,” the blond said, looking him in the eye, not liking the glassy sheen to them. “Did you get yourself mixed up in something bad again?”
The slightly shorter boy giggled. “What makes you say that, Mal-kun?”
“Answer me Yugi! I know you’ve been using opium, my father reeked of that crap! Just before he sold me, he looked like a monster. That’s the devil’s drug!”
Yugi let out a mirthless cackle. “That’s right,” he said, still laughing, “Devil… because I share the devil’s bed.”
“Yugi,” the Egyptian said with immense pity, drawing him into a fierce hug. He didn’t know the exact circumstances, but he could tell the boy needed serious help. When he had finally passed out from the stress and withdrawal symptoms, Malik rose and left to get Noir, not without leaving strict orders not to let the boy out of the henchmen’s sight.
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“Yugi’s been doing what?!” the white haired thief bellowed, “Have you been drinking with those idiots?!”
“Of course not!” Malik shot back, “If you don’t believe me, then go see for yourself! We’ve got to do something before the addiction gets any worse or else Yugi’ll be doomed!”
Noir frowned as he began pacing the room. ‘It’s true I worry about him, and he has been acting strange since we got here. Still…’
Just then Rex burst into the room, the effects of the wine having finally worn off. “Boss!” he shouted, causing him to pause in mid step, “The guys and I can’t find the kid anywhere!”
“Hey he here or not?” Weevil asked coming over. He cringed at the death glare he and Rex were currently receiving. “I-I guess not,” he stammered before dashing off to continue his search for the spiky haired boy.
“Have you checked his room?” Noir asked icily. Rex could only nod, unable to speak at the moment. “He’s not there?” another nod. “Then where’d he disappear to?” A cold chill ran down his spine. ‘Just what is going on Yugi?’
“Is something the matter Bakura?” Ezhdar asked after noticing the rather frightened Rex shivering out in the hallway.
“We can’t find Yugi. Have you seen him?”
“Yugi? If I’m not mistaken, I believe I saw him go out of the house not too long ago. I admit it is a bit odd, but then Fez can be quite fascinating to foreigners. I’m sure he’ll be back before night fall.”
“Is that so?”
“You don’t believe me?” the brunet asked with mock hurt.
“Nah, I’m just a bit curious about something right now.”
“Oh?”
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“Yugi, Yugi,” tsked Ezhdar, “I thought you were smarter than this. But if you want him to know that much, I can always ask Bakura to join us.” The spiky haired boy glared at him from the bed, anger and shame swirling in the boy’s amethyst depths. “Oh, but you don’t want him to see you like this now do you? It would seem you still have a bit of a mind left.”
“Just shut up and kill me,” Yugi said defiantly.
“Do you really want your precious Bakura to grieve? He does adore you so,” the brunet said mockingly.
“He only keeps me because I owe him money,” was the boy’s bitter reply.”
Ezhdar let out a barking laugh. “Is that what you truly believe? Well, then allow me to get rid of that nasty debt for you.” He then went over to the desk opposite of the bed and took out his checkbook, making sure the boy saw it. “I can free you from Bakura. However, there is a slight catch.”
“Which is?” he asked still glaring.
“You must never show yourself to him again. Bakura belongs to me, and I don’t like to share.”
“Wait a minute!” Yugi said, only just then realizing what the brunet had hinted at earlier, “Are you saying that Noir keeps me around because he likes me?!”
Ezhdar continued to smirk as he wrote up a check. “It’s decided then? You may go wherever you please now.”
Yugi stared at the check, shocked that this evil man had just freed him from the only home he had left now. “W-Why?” he stammered, his hands unable to move and take the slip of paper, “If you were going to do that to begin with, you should have sent me away before!”
The taller man laughed again, the sound sending icy fingers down the boy’s spine. “Bakura treasures you, little one. I couldn’t resist stealing you from him. It really is a shame I no longer have any use for you,” he said laying a hand on the boy’s cheek, making him flinch. He then tossed Yugi’s discarded clothes at him. “Get dressed. I don’t care where you go, just make sure you don’t come back.” Ezhdar didn’t bother to look back as he calmly strode from the room.
Crystalline tears flowed down Yugi’s cheeks as he woodenly obeyed.
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The spiky haired boy leant heavily against the wall as he struggled to make his way down the streets of Fez in search of somewhere to find help. ‘I feel so heavy,’ he thought, tying his best to stay upright. ‘Just what is that devil trying to do? That eye of his…’ he pressed his back to the wall as the shakes started up again. ‘like a demon’s. I-I’ve got to warn Noir somehow!’
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Meanwhile at Ezhdar’s…
“Just how are you planning on standing there, Monsieur Phantom Thief?” the tall brunet asked with a chuckle, not looking up from the papers on his desk. “I’m impressed that you’re able to find your way around so well after such a short time.”
“Just followed you,” the thief said coming out of the shadows. “I want the truth, Ezhdar. Yugi’s pet brat, Rebecca said that there’d be no way he’d go out by himself, and she’s right. I know for a fact that he’s got no sense of direction.”
“Calm down, ‘Kura. I’ll get some of my men and track him down. He can’t have gotten too far.”
“Quit lying Ezhdar! What’s going on? Why would Yugi…”
“He was getting annoying – and he was getting in the way,” Ezhdar said with a sigh, “Just forget about him. My men should be taking care of it by now anyway.” Noir stared at him, unbelieving what his oldest friend had just said. Then he realized what the taller brunet had just said. Yugi was in danger!
He spun around and started for the door. There was a loud crack and the white haired man found himself crashing face forward onto the tiled floor of his friend’s bedroom.
“Really, ‘Kura,” chided the brunet yanking him off the floor. “I already said it’s too late.
“Move Ezhdar!” demanded the thief, pulling out a pistol and cocking it.
“You’d aim a gun at me?!” Ezhdar said, the amusement in his lone eye belying the shock in his voice. “You? Of all people?” Noir blinked, confused at what he was about to do. That gave the taller man the chance he needed and quick as a cobra, slapped the gun out of the man’s hand before clasping it in his vise like grip. “You’ve gotten soft,” he scolded.
Noir managed to escape the vile man’s grip and once again attempted to dash out of there. Another crack sounded and the thief found himself unable to breathe properly. Glancing down, he saw that his ‘friend’s’ whip was now wrapped around his neck and the brunet was pulling the leather cord tighter with every second.
“W-hy…” the white haired man choked out, hands desperately struggling to loosen the dark leather coils. “Y… ou were always my precious, friend. Why… Ezhdar?”
“You really are a fool, Bakura,” the brunet sneered, “I never did consider you as a friend. Not even once. You were just one of my men, and then when I thought you were old enough, a lovely toy I could play with as I pleased.” He then ran his hand along the thief’s jawbone, his thumb ghosting along the trembling lips.
“Ezh…dar…”
“Study hall is over, Bakura,” the brunet said evilly, “I’m going to destroy everything you’ve worked so hard for until there is nowhere for you to go to. Except for me.” He then let out a triumphant laugh as he watched the thief’s eyes flashed with anger, hurt, shock and then fear, the single blue eye, the last thing he saw before passing out – and he wished he hadn’t, knowing he’d be haunted by that evil thing for as long as he’d live.
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“Hey! What’s going on?!” Rex shouted as many of Ezhdar’s henchmen stormed into the hall where Noir’s men had been living it up the past few days. Many of them had scimitars and guns pointed at them.
“Hey! Take your hands off me!” demanded Weevil as he was being bodily dragged from the room. “Where you taking us?!”
No one heard the slight rustling of one of the potted plants as the thief’s men began to fight for their lives.
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Back on the streets…
Yugi continued to stumble along, totally unaware of the danger he or Noir was in due to the effects of the withdrawal still coursing through him. ‘Just where am I?’ he wondered, ‘What should I do? I can b…arely think. It’s like my head’s been stuffed like Rebecca’s bear. Light and dark… it’s like a maze here.’
The spiky haired boy stiffened when he heard footsteps coming from behind. There was a quick swish sound and the boy ducked just as a knife flew harmlessly over him. He thanked whatever god was looking out for him, had he been any slower, he’d had a knife in his neck right now. The man spat out a curse, at least that’s what Yugi had thought his attacker had said.
‘My… my body won’t mo..ve,’ the boy thought as he struggled to get back up. The man started toward the boy. ‘I-I do…n’t want to die… not like this…’
His attacker had retrieved his knife and was now hovering sinisterly over the boy. He leered at the pretty thing, thinking his employer wouldn’t mind much if he had a bit of fun first. He was about to start slicing the boy’s pants off when approaching footsteps caused him to pause.
“Hey you!” shouted an old man, eyeing the man suspiciously. The would be rapist and murderer ran off, unprepared to deal with witnesses.
“Grandpa look!” said a girl with long strawberry blonde hair rushing over to the now unconscious boy lying in the middle of the street.
The old man’s amethyst eyes narrowed at the boy in disgust. ‘Probably another good for nothing foreigner who’s had too much to drunk,’ he pondered. He’d rather leave the boy there to his well deserved fate, but he never could resist the pleading eyes of a child, especially those of a pretty young girl.
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Noir continued to glare at the brunet he no longer called friend, in spite the fact that he was the one hanging from a dungeon wall, cuts, bruises and whip marks littering his pale skin.
“You are no longer your own person,” the man said with frustration, “You’ll come to understand that once I’ve gotten rid of everything around you. You’ll be mine again. Just like those fools seeing only Medina and Mecca, you’ll look only at me.”
The white haired thief spat in the man’s face before letting out a choked scream as Ezhdar’s whip went flying yet again.
~TBC~
Yami: I really ought to feed her to my dragon.
Bakura: Take a number and get in line, pharaoh!
Sakura: I heard that you two! I’m reaaaaaaaalllllllllllyy sorry ‘Kura-sama!!! I didn’t want to do that to you, but it is in the freakin’ script so…
Bakura: To hell with that script!! I’m quitting this while I still can move!
Sakura: But ‘Kura-sama!
Bakura: No buts onna! I’m out of here!
Sakura: I guess I’ll have to let his majesty over here have his precious Yugi back. -_-
Bakura: Not a chance I’m taking the runt with me!
Orochimaru: Having problems are we?
Sakura: Nothing I can’t handle Orochi-sama. (whips out DM card) Chain Energy!
Bakura: Just what do you think you’re doing onna?! That’s my card!!!
Sakura: I know. Thanks for the idea BTW.
Orochimaru: Nice one.
Sakura: Arigatou Orochi-sama. ^_^
Bakura: Damn you onna!
Sakura: Love you too. Anyhoo, see ya next chappie minna!! I’ve got a disobedient yami to retrain. ^_^
By Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko)
Chapter 11: The Dragon of Maghreb Part 4
The tall brunet lounged lazily on the divan, taking leisurely puffs on the hookah beside him as the bells and calls from the nearby mosques drifted in from an open window. “Aren’t you going to prayer?” the much shorter boy asked from the bed, shaking but not from fear.
“I’m not a Muslim,” he replied coolly, “besides, it’s just useless drivel for mindless fools who can’t decide things for themselves.”
“You’re really smug, do you know that?” the boy shot back, grabbing hold of the dagger the taller had carelessly left on the nightstand.
“Just enjoying life,” Ezhdar said, not bothering to look at his ‘guest’ and taking another puff.
“Please!” cried the boy creeping over to the divan, “I can’t take it, give me some too!”
The blue eyed man raised an eyebrow, amusement clearly written on his face. “Don’t you think you’re hamming it up a bit too much?” he retorted, enjoying the little one’s torment.
“I-I’ll do anything! Please Ezhdar, I’m begging you!” He then reached for the hookah only to have his wrist snatched in a vise like grip. Within moments he found himself pulled against the man’s chest.
“You’re such an adorable little thing,” the brunet said before forcing Yugi’s head up and ravaging his mouth with his. Yugi fought the urge to retch and let the man to continue kissing him. A few moments later, he jerked away, bringing the dagger around towards the man’s chest. With the liquid movement of a snake, Ezhdar smacked the blade from the smaller boy’s hand, sending it clattering to the floor and sliding across it as he kicked it.
“Nice try boy,” he said, smirking evilly, “I did however, enjoy this little act of yours.” He titled the boy’s head upward again, his single eye boring into Yugi’s violet ones. “Has he ever told you that your lovely eyes become even more lovely when you’re excited like this?” Yugi in spite of the intense shakes he was still suffering from struggled against the man’s tight grip. “Or that they almost turn into sapphires when you’re drunk with pleasure? Oh yes, it’s fun to see you dyed in my most favorite color.”
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The blond Egyptian sighed. They were partying again, some were even passed out on the floor, dead drunk from the strong wine their host had provided.
“Ya know,” slurred a man with brown and lavender hair, “Dat Eshdar’s a strange one.”
“Hyo-hyo-hyo, you got that right,” his mint green haired companion replied, equally smashed.
“Hey itsh Yu-chan!” the brunet said noticing the spiky haired boy stumbling into the hall. He quickly steadied himself and caught the boy before he fell over one of the unconscious men. “Kids like ya shouldn’t be drinkin’ ‘fore noon.”
“You okay, Yugi?” Malik asked worriedly as he took him from Rex. They led him to a group of cushions nearby and made him sit. ‘This smell...’ he thought, recognizing it instantly. “I want a straight answer Yugi,” the blond said, looking him in the eye, not liking the glassy sheen to them. “Did you get yourself mixed up in something bad again?”
The slightly shorter boy giggled. “What makes you say that, Mal-kun?”
“Answer me Yugi! I know you’ve been using opium, my father reeked of that crap! Just before he sold me, he looked like a monster. That’s the devil’s drug!”
Yugi let out a mirthless cackle. “That’s right,” he said, still laughing, “Devil… because I share the devil’s bed.”
“Yugi,” the Egyptian said with immense pity, drawing him into a fierce hug. He didn’t know the exact circumstances, but he could tell the boy needed serious help. When he had finally passed out from the stress and withdrawal symptoms, Malik rose and left to get Noir, not without leaving strict orders not to let the boy out of the henchmen’s sight.
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“Yugi’s been doing what?!” the white haired thief bellowed, “Have you been drinking with those idiots?!”
“Of course not!” Malik shot back, “If you don’t believe me, then go see for yourself! We’ve got to do something before the addiction gets any worse or else Yugi’ll be doomed!”
Noir frowned as he began pacing the room. ‘It’s true I worry about him, and he has been acting strange since we got here. Still…’
Just then Rex burst into the room, the effects of the wine having finally worn off. “Boss!” he shouted, causing him to pause in mid step, “The guys and I can’t find the kid anywhere!”
“Hey he here or not?” Weevil asked coming over. He cringed at the death glare he and Rex were currently receiving. “I-I guess not,” he stammered before dashing off to continue his search for the spiky haired boy.
“Have you checked his room?” Noir asked icily. Rex could only nod, unable to speak at the moment. “He’s not there?” another nod. “Then where’d he disappear to?” A cold chill ran down his spine. ‘Just what is going on Yugi?’
“Is something the matter Bakura?” Ezhdar asked after noticing the rather frightened Rex shivering out in the hallway.
“We can’t find Yugi. Have you seen him?”
“Yugi? If I’m not mistaken, I believe I saw him go out of the house not too long ago. I admit it is a bit odd, but then Fez can be quite fascinating to foreigners. I’m sure he’ll be back before night fall.”
“Is that so?”
“You don’t believe me?” the brunet asked with mock hurt.
“Nah, I’m just a bit curious about something right now.”
“Oh?”
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“Yugi, Yugi,” tsked Ezhdar, “I thought you were smarter than this. But if you want him to know that much, I can always ask Bakura to join us.” The spiky haired boy glared at him from the bed, anger and shame swirling in the boy’s amethyst depths. “Oh, but you don’t want him to see you like this now do you? It would seem you still have a bit of a mind left.”
“Just shut up and kill me,” Yugi said defiantly.
“Do you really want your precious Bakura to grieve? He does adore you so,” the brunet said mockingly.
“He only keeps me because I owe him money,” was the boy’s bitter reply.”
Ezhdar let out a barking laugh. “Is that what you truly believe? Well, then allow me to get rid of that nasty debt for you.” He then went over to the desk opposite of the bed and took out his checkbook, making sure the boy saw it. “I can free you from Bakura. However, there is a slight catch.”
“Which is?” he asked still glaring.
“You must never show yourself to him again. Bakura belongs to me, and I don’t like to share.”
“Wait a minute!” Yugi said, only just then realizing what the brunet had hinted at earlier, “Are you saying that Noir keeps me around because he likes me?!”
Ezhdar continued to smirk as he wrote up a check. “It’s decided then? You may go wherever you please now.”
Yugi stared at the check, shocked that this evil man had just freed him from the only home he had left now. “W-Why?” he stammered, his hands unable to move and take the slip of paper, “If you were going to do that to begin with, you should have sent me away before!”
The taller man laughed again, the sound sending icy fingers down the boy’s spine. “Bakura treasures you, little one. I couldn’t resist stealing you from him. It really is a shame I no longer have any use for you,” he said laying a hand on the boy’s cheek, making him flinch. He then tossed Yugi’s discarded clothes at him. “Get dressed. I don’t care where you go, just make sure you don’t come back.” Ezhdar didn’t bother to look back as he calmly strode from the room.
Crystalline tears flowed down Yugi’s cheeks as he woodenly obeyed.
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The spiky haired boy leant heavily against the wall as he struggled to make his way down the streets of Fez in search of somewhere to find help. ‘I feel so heavy,’ he thought, tying his best to stay upright. ‘Just what is that devil trying to do? That eye of his…’ he pressed his back to the wall as the shakes started up again. ‘like a demon’s. I-I’ve got to warn Noir somehow!’
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Meanwhile at Ezhdar’s…
“Just how are you planning on standing there, Monsieur Phantom Thief?” the tall brunet asked with a chuckle, not looking up from the papers on his desk. “I’m impressed that you’re able to find your way around so well after such a short time.”
“Just followed you,” the thief said coming out of the shadows. “I want the truth, Ezhdar. Yugi’s pet brat, Rebecca said that there’d be no way he’d go out by himself, and she’s right. I know for a fact that he’s got no sense of direction.”
“Calm down, ‘Kura. I’ll get some of my men and track him down. He can’t have gotten too far.”
“Quit lying Ezhdar! What’s going on? Why would Yugi…”
“He was getting annoying – and he was getting in the way,” Ezhdar said with a sigh, “Just forget about him. My men should be taking care of it by now anyway.” Noir stared at him, unbelieving what his oldest friend had just said. Then he realized what the taller brunet had just said. Yugi was in danger!
He spun around and started for the door. There was a loud crack and the white haired man found himself crashing face forward onto the tiled floor of his friend’s bedroom.
“Really, ‘Kura,” chided the brunet yanking him off the floor. “I already said it’s too late.
“Move Ezhdar!” demanded the thief, pulling out a pistol and cocking it.
“You’d aim a gun at me?!” Ezhdar said, the amusement in his lone eye belying the shock in his voice. “You? Of all people?” Noir blinked, confused at what he was about to do. That gave the taller man the chance he needed and quick as a cobra, slapped the gun out of the man’s hand before clasping it in his vise like grip. “You’ve gotten soft,” he scolded.
Noir managed to escape the vile man’s grip and once again attempted to dash out of there. Another crack sounded and the thief found himself unable to breathe properly. Glancing down, he saw that his ‘friend’s’ whip was now wrapped around his neck and the brunet was pulling the leather cord tighter with every second.
“W-hy…” the white haired man choked out, hands desperately struggling to loosen the dark leather coils. “Y… ou were always my precious, friend. Why… Ezhdar?”
“You really are a fool, Bakura,” the brunet sneered, “I never did consider you as a friend. Not even once. You were just one of my men, and then when I thought you were old enough, a lovely toy I could play with as I pleased.” He then ran his hand along the thief’s jawbone, his thumb ghosting along the trembling lips.
“Ezh…dar…”
“Study hall is over, Bakura,” the brunet said evilly, “I’m going to destroy everything you’ve worked so hard for until there is nowhere for you to go to. Except for me.” He then let out a triumphant laugh as he watched the thief’s eyes flashed with anger, hurt, shock and then fear, the single blue eye, the last thing he saw before passing out – and he wished he hadn’t, knowing he’d be haunted by that evil thing for as long as he’d live.
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“Hey! What’s going on?!” Rex shouted as many of Ezhdar’s henchmen stormed into the hall where Noir’s men had been living it up the past few days. Many of them had scimitars and guns pointed at them.
“Hey! Take your hands off me!” demanded Weevil as he was being bodily dragged from the room. “Where you taking us?!”
No one heard the slight rustling of one of the potted plants as the thief’s men began to fight for their lives.
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Back on the streets…
Yugi continued to stumble along, totally unaware of the danger he or Noir was in due to the effects of the withdrawal still coursing through him. ‘Just where am I?’ he wondered, ‘What should I do? I can b…arely think. It’s like my head’s been stuffed like Rebecca’s bear. Light and dark… it’s like a maze here.’
The spiky haired boy stiffened when he heard footsteps coming from behind. There was a quick swish sound and the boy ducked just as a knife flew harmlessly over him. He thanked whatever god was looking out for him, had he been any slower, he’d had a knife in his neck right now. The man spat out a curse, at least that’s what Yugi had thought his attacker had said.
‘My… my body won’t mo..ve,’ the boy thought as he struggled to get back up. The man started toward the boy. ‘I-I do…n’t want to die… not like this…’
His attacker had retrieved his knife and was now hovering sinisterly over the boy. He leered at the pretty thing, thinking his employer wouldn’t mind much if he had a bit of fun first. He was about to start slicing the boy’s pants off when approaching footsteps caused him to pause.
“Hey you!” shouted an old man, eyeing the man suspiciously. The would be rapist and murderer ran off, unprepared to deal with witnesses.
“Grandpa look!” said a girl with long strawberry blonde hair rushing over to the now unconscious boy lying in the middle of the street.
The old man’s amethyst eyes narrowed at the boy in disgust. ‘Probably another good for nothing foreigner who’s had too much to drunk,’ he pondered. He’d rather leave the boy there to his well deserved fate, but he never could resist the pleading eyes of a child, especially those of a pretty young girl.
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Noir continued to glare at the brunet he no longer called friend, in spite the fact that he was the one hanging from a dungeon wall, cuts, bruises and whip marks littering his pale skin.
“You are no longer your own person,” the man said with frustration, “You’ll come to understand that once I’ve gotten rid of everything around you. You’ll be mine again. Just like those fools seeing only Medina and Mecca, you’ll look only at me.”
The white haired thief spat in the man’s face before letting out a choked scream as Ezhdar’s whip went flying yet again.
~TBC~
Yami: I really ought to feed her to my dragon.
Bakura: Take a number and get in line, pharaoh!
Sakura: I heard that you two! I’m reaaaaaaaalllllllllllyy sorry ‘Kura-sama!!! I didn’t want to do that to you, but it is in the freakin’ script so…
Bakura: To hell with that script!! I’m quitting this while I still can move!
Sakura: But ‘Kura-sama!
Bakura: No buts onna! I’m out of here!
Sakura: I guess I’ll have to let his majesty over here have his precious Yugi back. -_-
Bakura: Not a chance I’m taking the runt with me!
Orochimaru: Having problems are we?
Sakura: Nothing I can’t handle Orochi-sama. (whips out DM card) Chain Energy!
Bakura: Just what do you think you’re doing onna?! That’s my card!!!
Sakura: I know. Thanks for the idea BTW.
Orochimaru: Nice one.
Sakura: Arigatou Orochi-sama. ^_^
Bakura: Damn you onna!
Sakura: Love you too. Anyhoo, see ya next chappie minna!! I’ve got a disobedient yami to retrain. ^_^