Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Heathen Queen ❯ The Runaway ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Weeping Whyspres 
After looting a nobleman's house quite copiusly, Bakura runs into some trouble- a very unusual streetrat.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Horror / Adventure / Action / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 718 | Visits: 257 | Status: Work In Progress
After looting a nobleman's house quite copiusly, Bakura runs into some trouble- a very unusual streetrat.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Horror / Adventure / Action / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 718 | Visits: 257 | Status: Work In Progress
Weeping Whyspres: My first mediaminer fic- enjoy! ^.^ Bakura! Discaimer!
Bakura: *rolls eyes*
Weeping Whyspres: ;_; Baku-chaaan!!
Bakura: *sigh* Whyspres doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh, me, or anything but a couple nickels.
Weeping Whyspres: Hey! A couple nickels?
Bakura: O_O And Kionaa.
Weeping Whyspres: ^-^
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Prologue
Bakura, the infamous tombrobber, stood silently at the edge of a burning home. Even the strong desert wind couldn't quench the fire's hunger- instead, they only made it stronger.
It was this strong wind that blew back the short, dusty white hair of the king of theives. Over his shoulder he had slung a dirty barkcloth sack, from which could be heard the sound of clinking metal, and chiming gems.
His red robe was tattered- a bloody gash up his left thigh. Dirt and blood had been ground into it as though they were part of the fabric, and yet he did not even begin to wince as he calmly walked away from the nobleman's burning house.
The nobleman was still inside.
But why would he care?
A split-lipped smirk came across Bakura'a face.
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Chapter 1: The Runaway
The white-haired man crossed the silent street easily, seemingly oblivious to the sun beating on his darkly tanned Egyptian skin. Behind him, catching his attention, he heard the memorable sound of shallow, pained breaths, and the near-silent scrape of bare skin against stone.
Giving no sign that he noticed, Bakura slipped into an alleyway, making sure that his bag made a loud 'clink' as he swung around the corner. 'Well...' he thought amusedly, 'It appears I've been followed...' Despite himself, a sadistic smile wormed across his his face, somehow beautiful, and yet absolutely terrifying.
As Bakura peered into the street, he saw a figure slowly part from the shadows. She was ragged, bloody and breathing heavily, but still looked around cautiously before emerging into the street.
Her face was streaked with drying blood, and she had a long, thin scar slanting across the bridge of her nose, perhaps as wide as a pencil. Her ribs jutted out from her body severely, like something out of a macabre horror movie.
But what shook him...
...was her eyes.
Long, sunken, and red-rimmed, the eyes were crusted with sleep, and had dark circles beneath them. But it was in those eyes- those haunted, yellow eyes- that he saw it- desperation, starvation- it was none of those.
It was that terrible, haunted sanity.
Her eyes were those of someone who had seen things no fit for a human to see- things that drove ordinary men mad, and the few exceptionals- people like her- to the edge, but not over.
For the first time in his adult life, Bakura shuddered.
"Anubis have mercy..." He said quietly, shaking his head and pulling further into the alley.
But, much to his dismay, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
And she saw him.
The horrible eyes stared at him beneath from the matted mass of the teen's ebony-black hair, unblinking, for a moment, then she began to speak.
"If you're one of HIS guards, kill me now", came the broken whisper. The clarity of her voice wasn't even comparable to husky- it was as if she couldn't remember the words which she was saying, and was a merely a rough-throated animal attempting to speak.
Bakura lowered his head. "I serve no coward king", he said snidely.
She smiled heartbreakingly. "Good." At this word, she collapsed in the street, body merely a puppet with the stringa cut.
Bakura stared at her prone, barely alive form, and made an on-the-spot decision.
'She's not staying here-' he thought sickly, 'Not like that.'
And so, he walked to her, slung her over his shoulder, and sunk back into the slowly growing shadows.
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Weeping Whyspres: Angsty enough for you? ^-~ R&R! The more you review, the faster I'll update!
Bakura: *rolls eyes*
Weeping Whyspres: ;_; Baku-chaaan!!
Bakura: *sigh* Whyspres doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh, me, or anything but a couple nickels.
Weeping Whyspres: Hey! A couple nickels?
Bakura: O_O And Kionaa.
Weeping Whyspres: ^-^
_________________
Prologue
Bakura, the infamous tombrobber, stood silently at the edge of a burning home. Even the strong desert wind couldn't quench the fire's hunger- instead, they only made it stronger.
It was this strong wind that blew back the short, dusty white hair of the king of theives. Over his shoulder he had slung a dirty barkcloth sack, from which could be heard the sound of clinking metal, and chiming gems.
His red robe was tattered- a bloody gash up his left thigh. Dirt and blood had been ground into it as though they were part of the fabric, and yet he did not even begin to wince as he calmly walked away from the nobleman's burning house.
The nobleman was still inside.
But why would he care?
A split-lipped smirk came across Bakura'a face.
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Chapter 1: The Runaway
The white-haired man crossed the silent street easily, seemingly oblivious to the sun beating on his darkly tanned Egyptian skin. Behind him, catching his attention, he heard the memorable sound of shallow, pained breaths, and the near-silent scrape of bare skin against stone.
Giving no sign that he noticed, Bakura slipped into an alleyway, making sure that his bag made a loud 'clink' as he swung around the corner. 'Well...' he thought amusedly, 'It appears I've been followed...' Despite himself, a sadistic smile wormed across his his face, somehow beautiful, and yet absolutely terrifying.
As Bakura peered into the street, he saw a figure slowly part from the shadows. She was ragged, bloody and breathing heavily, but still looked around cautiously before emerging into the street.
Her face was streaked with drying blood, and she had a long, thin scar slanting across the bridge of her nose, perhaps as wide as a pencil. Her ribs jutted out from her body severely, like something out of a macabre horror movie.
But what shook him...
...was her eyes.
Long, sunken, and red-rimmed, the eyes were crusted with sleep, and had dark circles beneath them. But it was in those eyes- those haunted, yellow eyes- that he saw it- desperation, starvation- it was none of those.
It was that terrible, haunted sanity.
Her eyes were those of someone who had seen things no fit for a human to see- things that drove ordinary men mad, and the few exceptionals- people like her- to the edge, but not over.
For the first time in his adult life, Bakura shuddered.
"Anubis have mercy..." He said quietly, shaking his head and pulling further into the alley.
But, much to his dismay, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
And she saw him.
The horrible eyes stared at him beneath from the matted mass of the teen's ebony-black hair, unblinking, for a moment, then she began to speak.
"If you're one of HIS guards, kill me now", came the broken whisper. The clarity of her voice wasn't even comparable to husky- it was as if she couldn't remember the words which she was saying, and was a merely a rough-throated animal attempting to speak.
Bakura lowered his head. "I serve no coward king", he said snidely.
She smiled heartbreakingly. "Good." At this word, she collapsed in the street, body merely a puppet with the stringa cut.
Bakura stared at her prone, barely alive form, and made an on-the-spot decision.
'She's not staying here-' he thought sickly, 'Not like that.'
And so, he walked to her, slung her over his shoulder, and sunk back into the slowly growing shadows.
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Weeping Whyspres: Angsty enough for you? ^-~ R&R! The more you review, the faster I'll update!