Post by andyouthinkimcrazy on Jun 5, 2007 21:28:15 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, I make no moneys. T_T
"Bakura..?" Ryou sat in silence following his own question and slowly the pieces fell into place. Bakura was a well known thief; most people feared him, but a lot of the people around Ryou sometimes hired him for 'jobs'. He'd never met the man, until now, anyway, but he'd heard talk of what people would have Bakura do.
Usually Bakura would just steal something for a hefty fee; but sometimes, Ryou heard, he'd kill a man... but the fee was thrice that of thievery.
"That's why I was accused then... I must have fit closely enough to the description of Bakura..."
"Boy! Get in here!" Ryou bit back a startled shriek and hurried into the room; this time the room was lit with a mass of candles about the room instead of the strange, blinding light that first had assaulted him.
'Was that some sort of magic?' Ryou glanced around at the walls of the little cave room. There were tapestries hanging over every inch of stone and all of them were blood red in color, save for the designs which displayed various family crests. Ryou assumed that Bakura had taken them as mementos, and that it was merely coincidence that they were all red.
Ryou's gaze then traveled to the chair Bakura sat on. The wood was completely smooth, unlike the table in the dinning room and there were patterns carved into the arms and legs. The back stretched over Bakura's head, and the chair looked sturdy; it was a huge difference from any chair Ryou had had the pleasure to sit in.
"Alright, stop gaping!" Ryou snapped his gaze to Bakura's now clean face and he smiled nervously, "Now, I have a guest; his name is Yami. Why don't you pay him a visit and let him know that you're my new play thing?"
Dune
"Bakura..?" Ryou sat in silence following his own question and slowly the pieces fell into place. Bakura was a well known thief; most people feared him, but a lot of the people around Ryou sometimes hired him for 'jobs'. He'd never met the man, until now, anyway, but he'd heard talk of what people would have Bakura do.
Usually Bakura would just steal something for a hefty fee; but sometimes, Ryou heard, he'd kill a man... but the fee was thrice that of thievery.
"That's why I was accused then... I must have fit closely enough to the description of Bakura..."
"Boy! Get in here!" Ryou bit back a startled shriek and hurried into the room; this time the room was lit with a mass of candles about the room instead of the strange, blinding light that first had assaulted him.
'Was that some sort of magic?' Ryou glanced around at the walls of the little cave room. There were tapestries hanging over every inch of stone and all of them were blood red in color, save for the designs which displayed various family crests. Ryou assumed that Bakura had taken them as mementos, and that it was merely coincidence that they were all red.
Ryou's gaze then traveled to the chair Bakura sat on. The wood was completely smooth, unlike the table in the dinning room and there were patterns carved into the arms and legs. The back stretched over Bakura's head, and the chair looked sturdy; it was a huge difference from any chair Ryou had had the pleasure to sit in.
"Alright, stop gaping!" Ryou snapped his gaze to Bakura's now clean face and he smiled nervously, "Now, I have a guest; his name is Yami. Why don't you pay him a visit and let him know that you're my new play thing?"
Like the idea of being a slave? Then trot on over to visit Yami on page sixteen.
Tell Bakura to 'shove it' over on page seventeen.