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Internal Scars	By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1794 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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...

***

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!
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