Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lost, But Not Forgotten ❯ A Vow and A Game ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: colorless egyptian 
"Hello, little one," came his gruff voice. "I'm Bakura. Would you like to play a game with me?"
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 927 | Status: Work In Progress
"Hello, little one," came his gruff voice. "I'm Bakura. Would you like to play a game with me?"
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 927 | Status: Work In Progress
ce: Hey!
Scottie: One of our friends actually wanted us to put this story up.
ce: She read it, and thought it was pretty good. *looks at cousin* Think they'll *points at reader(s)* like it?
Scottie: Why don't you start the story and let us find out? *insert sarcasm here*
ce: *blinks* Oh.
Scottie: You're an air-head.
ce: Oh, shut-up. *muses thoughtfully* Now there's something else I'm supposed to do, but I can't put my finger on it...
Scottie: *whispers sarcastically* How about the disclaimer?
ce: You're just full of sarcasm today, aren't ya?
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Story: Lost, But Not Forgotten
Chapter Title: A Vow and A Game
Author(s): colorless egyptian and Scottie
Spoilers: Don't think there is any...
Disclaimer: We no own. Piss off.
WARNINGS: This contains yaoi (slash, male/male, male on male relationships, male with another male, sex between two males. You get the point.), Shounen-Ai (some soft yaoi), Lime (almost a lemon, but with no actual penetration), and last, but not least...YAOI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS, LEAVE!!!! I will NOT have anyone flame us just because they didn't read the damn warnings! This whole thing basically deals with what is mentioned above. Again, if you have a problem with this, leave! DO NOT take it out on us. I have seen many stories, on many different sites, with reviewers who have flamed the author because of this.
Now that that's over, ENJOY!!!!!!!!
We are sorry in advance for any errors you may find, while reading.
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Sidenote: -blah- is meant for imphasis
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Lost, But Not Forgotten
Chapter 1: A Vow and A Game
By: colorless egyptian(a.k.a - ce) and Scottie
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A young boy watched his village burn to ashes. All the villagers; his friends, his family, everyone burned to death. Not a soul left behind. Except him.
He had been carried off, away from the village, by one of the elders; the other children had been in the first building the **guards** had destroyed.
The guards...that brought up another issue: Why did they destroy his village, his -home-, like that? His people never bothered to go near the palace. "Stealing from that damn Pharaoh isn't much worth dying for," they would say. "We leave him alone, he'll leave us alone."
Well, what had happened? **Though he was young in years, he knew more than most; he was not an idiot. He knew that stealing from the tombs of former Pharaohs was risky enough, but getting into the palace and stealing was signing your very own death-sentence.** But none of them had done anything of the sort, as far as he knew.
Dark-chocolate eyes watched the last of his village burn, the rest of the palace guards retreat, and made a vow to himself. /I will find you, Pharaoh. I will find out why you slaughtered my village, and I will kill you, as a favor to their souls; so that they may all rest in peace./ he thought, before turning away from the last remains of his only known home; off to find a place to sleep, food to eat; to become a better thief.
It would take practice, lots of it; but it would be worth every second, and every drop of blood, he would shed.
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Over the next few years, the young, unexperienced thief, became one of the most feared men in Egypt; most everyone he fought ended up dying. Some said that they had seen him, The King of Thieves, as he was fondly called, murder someone or another.
They all said that the last thing you saw, before he finished you off, was fire, burning in his eyes; his cold, impassive eyes retelling his memories, the last one's, of his village. The hatred that he longed to take out on the former Pharaoh's son, for the one he seeked had perished years before, leaving the throne to his son; not a very wise choice for the man.
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Impassive eyes, once a beautiful mohagany brown, now crimson-tinged, looked out at his next victim; he paused, looked the boy over, and snarled; looking more like a ferocious beast than human when he did so. This -boy- looked almost exactly like him; mid-back snowy-white hair, same pale skin, but with no flaws, no scars; no blemish upon him.
The boy looked very much weaker than him, less able to fight; and his eyes, no one could look like that: so innocent, so... he snarled again, and smirked. This bot could not be allowed to glance him without himself, The Great Thief, giving the boy one of the biggest scares of his young life.
He looked around; others were walking away, not having seen him; going to try and capture him so they could get the nice, plentiful bounty plastered on his forehead. Not that anyone could catch him; even if they did, they'd just be leading him straight to the Pharaoh. He shrugged. He needed some time to kill.
The Thief King jumped down from building he was perched on, landing on the ground with a flourish, and raised his dark eyes to meeet those of the look-a-like. He smirked again; fear was the greatest emotion in those wide, tell-tale eyes.
He loved it.
"Hello, little one," came his gruff voice. "I'm Bakura. Would you like to play a game with me?" asked the thief.
The small boy gasped, his mouth opening in an 'O' of surprise, his eyes widening fearfully.
'Bakura's' eyes gleamed. "Come now," he crooned. "I don't bite."
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**gua rds** - This is meant to be set when Atemu's father destroyed Bakura's village.
**scroll up** I'm not really sure where that part came from, but you don't really care, do you?
ce: Well, that's it.
Scottie: Tell us what you think.
ce: Hey, my stories seem to center on angst, don't they?
Scottie: *thinks a bit* Come to think of it, they do. Huh. Go fig. Ah, well! Tell us what you think!
ce: Buh-bye!
Scottie: One of our friends actually wanted us to put this story up.
ce: She read it, and thought it was pretty good. *looks at cousin* Think they'll *points at reader(s)* like it?
Scottie: Why don't you start the story and let us find out? *insert sarcasm here*
ce: *blinks* Oh.
Scottie: You're an air-head.
ce: Oh, shut-up. *muses thoughtfully* Now there's something else I'm supposed to do, but I can't put my finger on it...
Scottie: *whispers sarcastically* How about the disclaimer?
ce: You're just full of sarcasm today, aren't ya?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Story: Lost, But Not Forgotten
Chapter Title: A Vow and A Game
Author(s): colorless egyptian and Scottie
Spoilers: Don't think there is any...
Disclaimer: We no own. Piss off.
WARNINGS: This contains yaoi (slash, male/male, male on male relationships, male with another male, sex between two males. You get the point.), Shounen-Ai (some soft yaoi), Lime (almost a lemon, but with no actual penetration), and last, but not least...YAOI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS, LEAVE!!!! I will NOT have anyone flame us just because they didn't read the damn warnings! This whole thing basically deals with what is mentioned above. Again, if you have a problem with this, leave! DO NOT take it out on us. I have seen many stories, on many different sites, with reviewers who have flamed the author because of this.
Now that that's over, ENJOY!!!!!!!!
We are sorry in advance for any errors you may find, while reading.
~*~*~*~*~*
Sidenote: -blah- is meant for imphasis
++++++
Lost, But Not Forgotten
Chapter 1: A Vow and A Game
By: colorless egyptian(a.k.a - ce) and Scottie
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A young boy watched his village burn to ashes. All the villagers; his friends, his family, everyone burned to death. Not a soul left behind. Except him.
He had been carried off, away from the village, by one of the elders; the other children had been in the first building the **guards** had destroyed.
The guards...that brought up another issue: Why did they destroy his village, his -home-, like that? His people never bothered to go near the palace. "Stealing from that damn Pharaoh isn't much worth dying for," they would say. "We leave him alone, he'll leave us alone."
Well, what had happened? **Though he was young in years, he knew more than most; he was not an idiot. He knew that stealing from the tombs of former Pharaohs was risky enough, but getting into the palace and stealing was signing your very own death-sentence.** But none of them had done anything of the sort, as far as he knew.
Dark-chocolate eyes watched the last of his village burn, the rest of the palace guards retreat, and made a vow to himself. /I will find you, Pharaoh. I will find out why you slaughtered my village, and I will kill you, as a favor to their souls; so that they may all rest in peace./ he thought, before turning away from the last remains of his only known home; off to find a place to sleep, food to eat; to become a better thief.
It would take practice, lots of it; but it would be worth every second, and every drop of blood, he would shed.
----------------------
Over the next few years, the young, unexperienced thief, became one of the most feared men in Egypt; most everyone he fought ended up dying. Some said that they had seen him, The King of Thieves, as he was fondly called, murder someone or another.
They all said that the last thing you saw, before he finished you off, was fire, burning in his eyes; his cold, impassive eyes retelling his memories, the last one's, of his village. The hatred that he longed to take out on the former Pharaoh's son, for the one he seeked had perished years before, leaving the throne to his son; not a very wise choice for the man.
----------------------
Impassive eyes, once a beautiful mohagany brown, now crimson-tinged, looked out at his next victim; he paused, looked the boy over, and snarled; looking more like a ferocious beast than human when he did so. This -boy- looked almost exactly like him; mid-back snowy-white hair, same pale skin, but with no flaws, no scars; no blemish upon him.
The boy looked very much weaker than him, less able to fight; and his eyes, no one could look like that: so innocent, so... he snarled again, and smirked. This bot could not be allowed to glance him without himself, The Great Thief, giving the boy one of the biggest scares of his young life.
He looked around; others were walking away, not having seen him; going to try and capture him so they could get the nice, plentiful bounty plastered on his forehead. Not that anyone could catch him; even if they did, they'd just be leading him straight to the Pharaoh. He shrugged. He needed some time to kill.
The Thief King jumped down from building he was perched on, landing on the ground with a flourish, and raised his dark eyes to meeet those of the look-a-like. He smirked again; fear was the greatest emotion in those wide, tell-tale eyes.
He loved it.
"Hello, little one," came his gruff voice. "I'm Bakura. Would you like to play a game with me?" asked the thief.
The small boy gasped, his mouth opening in an 'O' of surprise, his eyes widening fearfully.
'Bakura's' eyes gleamed. "Come now," he crooned. "I don't bite."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
**gua rds** - This is meant to be set when Atemu's father destroyed Bakura's village.
**scroll up** I'm not really sure where that part came from, but you don't really care, do you?
ce: Well, that's it.
Scottie: Tell us what you think.
ce: Hey, my stories seem to center on angst, don't they?
Scottie: *thinks a bit* Come to think of it, they do. Huh. Go fig. Ah, well! Tell us what you think!
ce: Buh-bye!