Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Internal Scars ❯ Past ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three

Author: Well, I'm sitting at school supposedly researching my project but my inspiration's on the go here so I'm gonna write some more...

Bakura: You know you can get booted from the library if they catch you...you should be a good student and do your work.

Author: You're doing that just so I won't write.

Bakura: Exactly!

Author: Neener Neener to you too buster!

Bakura: Awww.....

Anyways, on the with story, I really want to finish this one; I'm actually writing for once! HEE HEE HEE!!!!!!*cough cough cough*

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Let me start at the beginning. It was that dark night when hell began. I was sitting at home; my mother was readying me for bed but I didn't want to go, I wanted to watch the stars come out; but there were none, for it was very cloudy. I was almost ready to turn in when I heard a man shrieking something. I peered out the window; Ali, a scrawny teenaged thief in the making who teases me for my white hair, was running down the street, screaming something about the Pharaoh's men coming.

I didn't know what was going on, but I knew it was bad, since all of a sudden every available man and some women exited their houses with weapons at their side. Father picked me up and ushered me out the door. I thought for a moment that he was going to send me into the battle. I was but ten! I know I wouldn't last for a minute! But he continued to lead me, past the villagers and further into the depths of Kuru Eruma. He stopped in front of an opening, a small, obscure alleyway just to the edge of the wall which otherwise looked like a dead end. He tucked me behind the wall and kissed me on the head, as if it was going to be the last time he'd see me.

It dawned on me then and I screamed for him not to go, clinging to his robes as he turned away. He shook his head, "It's best for you to live. If we all die in this fight we'll need you to continue living, live on the legacy of Thief Village, revenge our deaths, protect what is left. I love you son." He then, was gone.

I could hear the sounds of screams in the distance, and it was nearing. I knew it when I could hear the voice of someone say, "Die you filthy thieves! Bring the end of Kuru Eruma! Hahahahaha!!!!" I heard the sounds of flesh being cut and the 'thunk' of a body hitting the ground. I was devastated by the sounds and I was close to being sick. My village, my friends, my family, everyone, was being killed. As I peered out cautiously from behind the wall I could see three men backed into a wall, the dead end. I knew two of them, Mendh and Ahmand. Both were older than me and very good thieves, but they rarely fought, because they never needed to, and I know that Ahmand had unhealthy bones from lack of nutrition. I watched them get slaughtered. I watched that bloody knife plunge deep into their chests then pummel their backs. I heard the squeamish sound of metal making contact with flesh, and I saw them fall, and hit the ground, blood splattering. The man, a royal guard from the pharaoh, pulled the knife out of Mendh's back and stared at it in awe, before turning to his companion. "Take these bodies with us, the rest of them should be rounded up by now."

"Shouldn't we check for survivors?"

"I'm sure we got every one of them, but we'll make rounds once we ge these bodies back. I'm positive that we got them all. Every single one of them..."

Everyone.... I could feel hot tears rising to my eyes and falling as I backed away from the opening, deep into the shadows. I can't believe it, everyone was gone. My mother, father, my 3 best friends, even my enemies...gone...in less than one night. I was filled with sadness and rage, like my father said, I would avenge them all...

I remember, days after they left. I came out of hiding, my mouth so dry that my tongue felt glued to the roof of my mouth. I went back home, finding the place in shambles. I drank every last drop of water out of the jug, which still lay intact among the ruin. I scavenged around later and found some bread, devouring that as well. It tasted like blood but I was too hungry to care. I scavenged what useful materials could be left in the village and went to find the bodies. It was strange how there were none there. The village was empty and despite my hopes and efforts, no one else survived but me.

I searched and to my surprise, found a secret stairway, one that has been recently constructed. I let myself down. I found myself in a huge chamber, almost like an underground temple, and I saw something that looked like a mummy casket, but it had odd shapes in it, as if they were moulds. I was confused, but then I saw a pot and looking inside, I saw ashes, and human bone. I realized that these were the remains of my people, they used the villagers for some terrible sacrifice for something that once belonged in this mummy shaped stone. I dropped to my knees and cried for what for seemed like eternity, the impact of their deaths finally striking my soul and I sobbed, for my mother, my father, everyone.

When I finally left the chamber, I saw misty forms beginning to rise from the ground. They struggled to take form but all I would see were twisted, skeletal faces. They turned to me and began to approach. Spirits! I realized! Angry spirits! Terrified, I ran and I didn't stop til I was long outside of Kuru Eruma. I stopped to catch my breath and I turned back to face my home of where I grew up in, and I vowed then, there, silently, that I will get my revenge for my people.

You know all of that already, it is the only part of my history that everyone seems to know. Anyways, 10 years later I was on the way of becoming the Thief King. My years of hard work were paying off immensely. I got my motivation from anger, hatred and even insanity if I had to, to reach my goals. I finally believed that I can take my revenge on the hated Pharaoh that has destroyed my village. He was but an old man now and soon will die; but I want the pleasure of exterminating him; making him feel the pain of the hundred people that died at his filthy hands.

I overestimated myself...

I was captured on my first attempt; yes, I must had been pretty overconfident to openly walk up to the gates and expect myself to single-handedly fight off the 20 guards that were there.

They beat me until I begged for them to stop. I was not as strong I thought; my body is still slender despite my years of being a thief; I usually relied on my nimbleness and speed to escape from my enemies, that's probably why I was still so slight. They dragged my bloodied self into the palace; as I heard the gates slam shut behind me I had the brooding feeling that I was going to be trapped here for quite awhile. I can only pray to Osiris that I am not to be put to death yet, not before my revenge is fulfilled.

I was locked into a dark, damp cell. For the first time in almost 10 years, I felt the same fear I felt the night the soldiers came and slaughtered my village. I don't even know why I was so scared, as if I can predict that something horrid is going to happen to me soon...and much to my misfortune, I was correct.

The pharaoh's son was but at teenager at the time, and was just beginning to experience the feelings that a growing male would have. The feelings: confusion, excitement, curiousity must have been still fresh on his mind. However, there was the strongest sentiment of all, lust.

At first I didn't see how this would apply to me, until I overheard the High Priest speaking of him one night, and I realized, that the Pharaoh to be was homosexual, and was desperate for a release of his sexual needs. Even with these news, I really didn't think that my future would be as painful as I thought it would be...

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Bakura backed away from the approaching guards, pressing his back to the wall of the cell as he hissed in their direction, spitting if they got too close.

"Come now," one of the guards drawled, "you shouldn't keep the young pharaoh waiting."

"Get the fuck out of here you dirty pieces of scum!"

Bakura was answered by a jab to the gut with the end of a spear, "I wouldn't be the one talking if I were you," another guard answered as they used Bakura's moment of hesitation to jump him, pinning his arms and legs to the wall and proceeded to tie them together.

The young thief panicked, "Let go of me you assholes! Untie me or I'll swear to Osiris that I will kill each and every one of you slowly and painfully!"

"I am so scared," the guard replied sarcastically as he kicked him painfully in the groin.

"Watch it," one guard cautioned to the other, "If the prince sees any sort in injury on him, we will be facing hell."

"Don't worry, if he's a thief, I think he can stand it." They yanked the white haired youth out of the cell into the light, "You know, now I see why the High Priest chose you to satisfy the prince."

Bakura's eyes widened as he felt hands beginning to roam his body. "Get your dirty hands off me!" he struggled with the 10 or so hands that were feeling him, sliding over his smooth, tanned chest, into his pale hair, dipping past his waist.

"Such futile resistance, it's funny how you look so slim considering you're a thief, you must have an easy, spoiled life." The guard that kicked him earlier was caressing his member through the fabric of his clothes, while leaning over to lick his neck.

Bakura craned his head, trying to take a bite out of the other man's head, "You assholes..." he felt so helpless, unable to fight the hands that were harassing him, taking his body. The only thing her could do was sling insults at them. He felt captured, like a bird caged within a box, or a plant with no light. He was a thief, he needs the outside world, he needs the freedom of the desert and the endless sky. He can't possibly live in such constrained conditions. He felt pitiful and weak, and lost.

He gasped loudly in pain when the hand enclosed around the bulge between his legs and squeezed painfully, "Stop zoning out you bitch," a guard said.

Tears of pain sprang to Bakura's eyes, "Just...leave me alone."

"Afraid that's not going to happen." However, much to Bakura's relief, the guards' hands removed from his body at the appearance of High Priest Seto.

"Is the whore ready to see the Pharaoh yet?"

"We got him tied up and all Seto-sama," a guard with a different headdress, probably the leader, replied, "what else do we have to do with him?"

Seto seemed to have lost his temper, "Don't you brainless guards ever listen to instructions thoroughly? You were supposed to clean him and dress him in suitable attire by the time I got back! Now Prince Yami is probably sleeping by now! You were supposed to have him ready by the time he got to bed! You idiots!" Withdrawing a sceptre from his robes he pulled off the sheath, revealing a knife underneath as he neared the captain of the guards.

"Forgive me Seto-sama, I-" his words were cut short by his dying scream as the High Priest plunged the knife deep into his heart and ripping it apart.

Bakura edged away, avoiding the corpse as it fell. He watched in sickening fascination as the blood spurted forth in great amounts at each ragged heartbeat before it stopped, and the blood flowed steadily out of the man's body.

"We'll have to postpone the event until the next day," Seto wiped the blade on the corpse's robes before placing it back into his sheath, "Until then, clean him up or do something productive with him. I'll be back to check on his progress," he gave Bakura a brief hungry look before exiting.

Two guards hastily went to clean up the bloody mess on the floor, "Seto-sama rarely gets angry enough to use the Millennium Rod on us."

"The what?"

The guard hit his companion on the head, "Don't tell me you've never listened into the conversations between the royal members!"

"I'm usually not assigned to guard the palace; I usually guard the cell areas."

"No wonder," Bakura listened intently, still restrained by guards, as the two men picked up the corpse. "I've heard that there are 6 other items similar to the one that Seto-sama has, they're called Millennium Items; and Seto's is called the Millennium Rod. I heard they possess extreme powers and it took nearly 100 sacrifices in order to create them."

"Wait!" the other guard answered as he wiped the ground of blood, "I think I was involved with that! I remember 10 or so years ago, I was still young then, we headed off to a small village that was lived in by thieves. We killed every single one of them. I didn't know why but we were ordered to round up all the bodies and deliver them to one of the priests. I never saw them again. Now it adds up why we had to kill them."

"Less scum for the world."

"You bloody assholes!" Bakura roared at the two, and new adrenaline rushed to his veins as he struggled again to break free. More guards stepped forward to hold him back, "I'll kill you! I'll cut your hands off! Then I'll cut your legs off! Then I'll castrate you! Then I'll cut your tongue out! I'll eat your cold, selfish hearts!"

After the body was disposed of, the two guards returned and smiled at the young thief, still struggling to get free, "You're just as disgustingly violent and rowdy as the ones we slaughtered in that village. If you didn't look like such a good lay, I would have you killed as well..." he neared Bakura and caught his chin strongly with his fingers. Bakura tried to turn away but the guard held his chin tight, "You ARE a pretty one. Rarely do we capture a piece of shit that has some good qualities." He leaned in to whisper harshly into Bakura's ear, "You heard Seto-sama, we have to do something productive with you, and productive is what it's going to be..."

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Author: Damn! I was hoping to get all of Bakura's past into this one chapter! But nope! I can't! Plus I have new ideas I wanna shove in. Ok...inspiration overload!

Bakura: Ok...I'm a wussy uke...I'm getting raped...My character is being disfigured!

Author: Be quiet! Man! Do you know how hard it is to work with people like you! Now if I had someone cute and sweet like Ryou I wouldn't have problems trying to make him a feisty uke!

Bakura: Then use Ryou! PLEEEEEAAAAASE!!!!!

Author: I like challenges...

Bakura: T_T

Author: Anyways, I'm in a jam, who should I throw Bakura to? The guards, Seto or someone else that your little minds can think of? Please review and give me ideas who I should throw Bakura to...

Bakura: Not the guards...not the guards...

Author: You ain't making the choices here.....psst...guards...

Bakura: You're going that to spite me!!!

Author: Ehehehee.....^^ Please R&R! I won't update til I at least get 10 reviews based on who I should throw Bakura to! Thanx!