Danegold: The Viking Brother's Sequel

ChibiMisu here! I got the next chapter up! ^_^v Just in time for the holidays to boot! Yay! There is a surprise lemon pairing in this one. ^_~ And a bonus story at the end! By popular demand, I’ve written the scene where Bakura claims to have seen a UFO. ^_^ Enjoy!


HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE! Oh, and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!! ^____^ *blows noisemaker and throws confetti*

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh

Danegold: The Viking Brother’s Sequel


Chapter 16: Desperate Needs

Yami was up with the sun along with the whole outlaw camp and of course Seto. He knew that the man hardly ever slept past sunrise and Yami wondered how he could possibly do it all the time. He looked back into the hut to make sure Yugi was still asleep before joining his friend.

“Are you coming with us?” Yami asked him.

“Hm…I don’t think so. I think it’s better if I stay here and keep everyone in line. And you know those I’m referring too.” Yami chuckled.

“Of course, and I trust you above all others to keep an eye on them. I’ll be out with Berkeley for at least the whole day, so once again, you’re in charge.”

“What else is new.” he smirked. “But when you are out today, take note of everything that you can. Listen carefully to Berkeley and what he has to say, for he knows these woods better than anybody.”

“Yes, I am quite aware of that.” Yami looked around, searching for the outlaw. “Have you seen him yet?”

“He’s probably feeding his horde of children. I just saw all of them this morning, running around like chickens with their heads cut off. THAT is a crazy group of children. Why parents can‘t keep their children under control I‘ll never understand.” A leather gloved hand fell onto his shoulder.

“You try raising five children and take care of a sightless wife at the same time.” Seto turned around to see Berkeley standing there, walking a horse.

“I apologize.”

“It’s quite alright.” he smiled. “Not many people can understand my family and I know that.” He turned to Yami. “So, are you ready for your tour of the English guards?” Yami nodded. “If we hurry, we can catch them before they head out for their hunt.”

He jumped up onto his horse and motioned for Yami to join him. Yami jumped on behind him and they rode out of the camp. Berkeley took him up a grassy ridge and stopped the horse some feet away from the ledge. The two got off and Berkeley tied the horse to the tree, patting its neck.

“This is where some of my men come to watch the knights at times. And I can hear them talking, which means they haven’t left yet. Come.” Yami followed behind him as they took their hiding place behind some shrubbery. Yami looked out and saw in the field below a small group of knights gathered in a circle. Their squires were next to them, holding their flags. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he studied each of their faces as best he could.

“See that knight in the green?” Yami nodded. “That’s Sir Issac of Greenwald. He’s a good friend of mine, we used to play together back when we were kids. He’s on our side so if you ever get caught by him, just mention my name and you’ll be safe. Be wary that there are other outlaws bands out there, just not as large or well respected as mine.”

“That’s good to know. Now what about the other knights.”

“They’re all well trained so try to stir clear of them. The knight in red, I’ve heard, likes to negotiate but is extremely tough about it. You may be able to escape him if your words are witty enough. Watch out for the one in purple and gold, he’s a rotten one. The white and black, very, very noble. A true knight with absolutely no emotions at all. The blue one is still fairly young in my opinion to be a knight, but he’s a wild one. Likes to play around with his captives, so watch your little Yugi and his friends. He’ll strike at those much weaker than himself.” Yami scoffed.

“Coward.”

“But Issac is the one you hope to run in to. He could even steer you in the right direction if you stray off course. However, aside from that, there is something else very important you need to know.” Yami turned his attention to him. “The soldiers aren’t out today, but when they are, they scout the land for intruders or outlaws. They usually assemble before sunrise and patrol different areas. This all started when our kings negotiated the whole danegold situation. But our king does not fully trust you Norsemen to keep your word. So he has the soldiers go out and patrol. If you are caught, they will bring you to the dungeon where you can wait for death or be sent back to your country. All depends on your crimes.”

“So these patrols just ride around the country?”

“Yes, that is correct. See right now, they are having a hunt. The patrols may already be out, but it isn’t often they release them during the hunt. They’re so worried about the soldiers scaring all the animals away, or something like that.” Yami went back to observing the knights.

“We do need you as our guide. Do you know any routes to take that the patrols do not know about?” Berkeley shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have that information right now. My men are working on it as we speak. But this field will be the hardest to cross and I’ll tell you why. The soldiers gather up here along the ridge, just like we are now. They encircle the whole thing, riding their horses and holding the torches. The soldiers hide inside the early morning fog, overlooking the fields. We’ll need to pass through this field at some time, after we hear word from Amberlyn. But the morning fog gives us an advantage too. We can hide in it and sneak across. But we have to keep extremely low to the ground.”

“That will be hard with Avaldamon. Marik won’t got anywhere without him and he does prove quite useful.” Berkeley thought a moment.

“Hmm…that does create a problem. But I think we can manage it. The fog is quite thick and if the animal can keep its head down, then we should be fine.”

“The horse is capable of doing that. I have another question, who is that they are talking to?” Berkeley looked where his finger was pointed.

“Him? Oh that’s the Sheriff. Sheriff Barclay. He leads the hunts and patrols the villages. He despises all Vikings so be forewarned. You’ll have a better chance of surviving with the blue knight than the sheriff, he enjoys torture.” yami rolled his eyes.

“And you call US barbarians. At least we give our enemies a quick death.” Berkeley raised an amused eyebrow, not buying it.

“All the time?” Yami thought back to Sveyn and frowned.

“Okay, maybe once in awhile, but we don’t do it for fun!”

“Shh! Keep your voice down! You don’t want them to hear- wait, where did they go?” Yami looked back down to see that the group of knights had disappeared. Both men looked around to see where they had gone, but the field was empty and the trees were too thick. Yami felt a slight, almost faint rumbling under his hands and he turned to Berkeley.

“Is there a way up this ridge from the field?” He nodded, also feeling the vibration.

“I don’t know why the hell they are coming this way! Maybe they heard us! Hurry!” Berkeley grabbed his wrist and pulled him up, bringing him to the nearest tree. Without warning, Yami was pushed up to grab the first heavy branch and he let out a yelp.

“Hey, watch those hands!”

“Now is not the time for jokes!” Berkeley hissed at him and shoved Yami up onto the branch. “Climb higher into the leaves!” Yami did so and climbed up two more branches, hiding behind the curtain of leaves. Berkeley quickly joined him and sat on the branch next to him. Both were slightly out of breath and Berkeley had to rub his lower back with his fist. “I’m getting too old for this.” Yami was busy trying to ease the tension from his shoulder.

“I’m with you on that one.”

“Here they come!” Both men lifted their legs up to get into a crouching position on the branch. The knights rode under the tree, but never once looked up into it. Berkeley let out a sigh and sat back on his bottom. “We’ll wait here for a bit until they leave this area completely.” Yami nodded and tried to watch the retreating group through the small openings in the leaves.

Back at the camp, the others had finally awoken and went about finding their breakfast. Marik had already had his share and now he was looking for something fun and exciting. His head hurt from the drinking last night but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. He refused to just sit around a camp all day and do nothing. He then noticed a group of young women talking among themselves, giggling ever now and then. His eyebrow went up and a tiny smirk crossed his lips. He pulled over a passing outlaw.

“Say friend,” Started Marik as he stopped a passing outlaw. “That group of young women over there, are any of them married?” The outlaw looked at the group he was pointing to and shook his head.

“Those girls? No, they refuse to marry. They’re too headstrong for their own good. They want to stay virgins but don’t want to join the convent. And that’s why they’re here, since Berkeley has his ‘free to do whatever you wish’ sanctuary.” Marik stroked his stubble as his eyes twinkled with mischief and lust.

“Is that so?” The outlaw leaned up to whisper to him.

“Say, I recognize that look in your eye. You know, this afternoon those girls will be bathing in the lake not far from the camp. Catch my drift?”

The outlaw winked at him and Marik flashed his wolf grin. The man patted his shoulder and left him, whistling a happy tune. Marik continued to study the girls, looking away every time one turned their head towards him. They were all young, younger than him anyway. Well, except for one who looked a bit older, but still beautiful none the less. All blondes and brunettes, and eight of them in total! He didn’t know which one he wanted to go for first! He grinned as he figured why not go for them all in one shot? He slicked his hair back and took a seat on a tree stump, just one of many in the camp.

Soon, the girls all started to giggle as they headed into the trees, which Marik hoped they were going to the lake. Looking around to make sure no one would really notice him, he waltzed up to the trees and tiptoed behind the girls. He kept a good distance back so if he stepped on dry leaves or a twig, he wouldn’t be spotted.

Just as the outlaw said, those girls were heading to the lake. It was a small one surrounded by trees and shrubs, perfect for hiding. Marik took his place behind one of the large bushes, slowly making a peeping hole through the leaves. The girls chatted among themselves and giggled as they stripped. Marik grinned stupidly and continued to watch as they dived into the lake. They swam and played, splashing water at each other water. Someone tapped Marik’s shoulder and he spun around, regretting not having brought his sword.

“Wha? Bakura?” He whispered harshly. “What the hell?!” Bakura crouched down next to him.

“How dare you go girl watching without me! Fucking moron!” He slapped Marik outside the head.

“SHH! Do you want to give us away! Shut your damn mouth!” Marik grumbled as he moved over to make room for his brother. They banged heads as they both tried to see through the hole. Bakura pushed him away with his head, but Marik did the same, and it became an all out fight. It was cut short, however, by another body crouching down next to them. It was Seto.

“I figured I’d fine you two here.”

“SHH! We’re spying on those virgins over there!” Seto rolled his eyes.

“How do you know they are virgins?” Marik grinned.

“An outlaw told me. They don’t want to get married, but don’t want to be locked up in a convent, so they’re like a virgin tribe!”

“You’re such a leech, Marik. Praying on innocent, naïve girls while they are most vulnerable. They don’t want any man to see their bodies and you have the nerve to spy on them. Have you no honor?” Marik scoffed.

“Don’t you know the answer to that question?” Seto nodded.

“I do, now let me in.” Seto pushed between the both of them to look through the hole. Marik and Bakura gasped.

“HEY!?” The both whispered angrily.

“You’ve had your chance, now it’s my turn.”

“What about your honor?!” Asked Bakura, trying to push Seto out of his way.

“I never said I was completely honorable.”

“Bastard.”

Mumbled Bakura and tried to peek at what he could with what little space he had. Marik started to undress himself, first tossing his boots and then his pants. The others just watched him, knowing what he was planning to do but hoping by some chance in Asgard they were wrong. Sure enough, the rest of his clothes were tossed to the side to join the boots.

“The reason those ladies want to remain virgins is because they have yet to see a real man!” Bakura clung to Seto, shaking.

“Please don’t….don’t do it….not while we’re here! SPARE US THE NIGHTMARES!!!” The girls heard Bakura shout and they all gasped, ducking down into the water. Marik cursed at him and dashed out of the bushes.

“HEY LADIES!!!!!” All the girls screamed when they saw Marik and ran out when he jumped in. They grabbed their clothes, screaming and cursing at him. Marik frowned as he brought his head back up out of the water, his wet bangs covering his eyes. He pushed them out of his face and watched as the girls ran back into the woods. He slapped the water angrily then crossed his arms. Damn that Bakura! And said brother had just walked out from the bushes, his hands on his hips and shaking his head. He saw Seto already leaving the scene. Marik swam back to shore and shook his hair, making sure to get Bakura wet in the process.

“Well, you brought this on yourself.”

“I would have made it if you didn’t shout! This is all your fault!”

“My fault?! You’re the one who was trying to rape them!”

“I was not trying to ravish them! I just wanted to watch them!”

“You have a wife back home!”

“But he’s not a woman nor a virgin! Those girls have untainted flesh and its so soft and pink!”

“I don’t think Malik would have liked to hear you say that.”

“Hey, I haven’t slept with anyone since I married Malik! I just like to look from time to time! Virgin maidens are fun to spy upon and you know that, for you were right there with me!” Bakura rolled his eyes. “I can’t help it if you are jealous, Bakura.”

“Jealous? What the hell would I be jealous for? What are you talking about?” Marik smirked, already plotting his revenge. Bakura would pay for spoiling his “girl watching”.

“Why, jealous of the fact that those girls got to take a pick at my ‘sword’.” Bakura gave him a sneer.

“How dare you joke about something like that with me! I hate when you do things like that, now knock it off! Swine!” Marik pushed Bakura onto the ground effortlessly and fell on top of him. Bakura turned beet red with embarrassment and anger. “WHAT THE HELL!? GET OF ME YOU BIG LUMOX!! NOW!” Marik leaned down and whispered in his ear.

“I don’t think you really want me to.” All the color drained from Bakura’s face and he became still. “Mm….little baby Bakura. My dear baby brother…so soft.” He stroked his brother’s face gently and then slid it down to his neck.

“M-Marik…what-what-what are you…doing?”

“Just giving you what you want.” He smirked

“…off…you’re heavy!”

“But you like it, so stop fighting it.” He licked Bakura’s cheek and stroked his chest. “You’re so pretty, Bakura…what a beautiful brother I have.” His hand started to slip lower, resting on his belt. Bakura finally screamed and used all his strength to push Marik off. Marik had already lifted his weight off of Bakura after he heard the scream so he could easily be thrown off. Bakura ran away at lighting speed, stumbling a few times in his attempt to escape. Marik just laid on his side and rest his hand on his hand. He laughed out loud, unable to contain himself.

“Oh, that was rich! Poor Bakura, maybe I shouldn’t have done that to him.” Marik thought for a second. “Nah!” He fell onto his back and laughed up to the sky.


Bakura ran all the way back to the camp, resisting the urge to vomit. Marik had fooled around with him like that before, but never was it so….he shook his head in disgust. How dare he put his hands on him like that! Marik knows he doesn’t like to be touched, especially after that incident with those two Vikings. Now THAT, he pushed out of his mind right away. Marik was just getting him back for spoiling his fun with the women.

He stopped when he arrived at the front of the camp, ignoring lookout who asked him if he was alright. Bakura thought of a way to get Marik back. It was cruel, but he knew of one person who could knock Marik flat on his ass and torture him in the worse way possible! He had to find Malik.

Luckily, Malik was outside the hut he shared with Marik, sewing some kind of cloth with Ryou. When Ryou saw him, he shied away, paying special attention to his sewing. Bakura walked up and stood in front of Malik, who looked up at him in question. Bakura wanted Malik alone, so he had to send Ryou away.

“Excuse us, Ryou?” Ryou looked up at him, then over at Malik. Malik shrugged his shoulders and told him to go. Ryou dropped his sewing and hurried away, but curious to know what Bakura wanted with Malik. “Malik, I need to talk to you about Marik.” Malik paused in his sewing.

“What about him? I did see him wondering off into the woods but I figured he was just bored. Did something happen?” Bakura nodded.

“Marik was actually following this group of virgin girls who were going to bathe in the lake.” Malik raised an eyebrow.

“Not those girls that all congregate at the back of camp?”

“Yes, those girls.” Malik frowned at that.

“So what else is new.” He said flatly and turned back to his sewing. “I can’t change who he is.”

“True, but that’s not all of it.” Malik stopped his sewing again and slowly turned to Bakura. “It’s what he said really. He told me that he heard those girls were all virgins too free to join a convent and that they go to swim in the lake almost everyday. Marik has an obsession with virgins, especially women. I followed him, since I like to watch women too, and told him that he shouldn’t be doing this with a wife at home.” Malik sighed.

“And what did he say after you told him that?”

“Well, he said that he enjoys looking at virgin flesh since he can’t get that at home. He just loves the virgins and loves robbing them of that status too. He shouldn’t be doing that with you here, wondering where he is.” Malik became silent after that. “He’ll be coming back very soon. The girls saw him and ran away screaming after seeing him naked.” Bakura stood up and paused to tighten the straps of his boots. “I suggest you confront him when he comes back.” Malik still didn’t say anything and Bakura walked away without another word. He had a smirk on his face as he pictured the scene of Malik slapping his husband around. Payback’s a bitch.


Marik came back right away, walking

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“Marik, can I talk to you?” Marik looked at Malik and smiled. He picked him up in his arms and swung him around.

“How’s my darling little mink today?”

“Put me down.” He said firmly and Marik paused in his swinging. He still held him around the waist and in the air.

“Aww, is my little mink in a bad mood today?”

“I said put me down!” Marik did so.

“Is something wrong?”

“Damn right something is wrong. I heard about your little adventure this morning.” Marik gave him a blank look. “Don’t try to hide it! I know you went to watch those girls bathe in the lake! I saw you!” Malik didn’t want to tell him that he heard from Bakura.

“Oh, you saw that?” Marik said sheepishly and took a step back. Malik crossed his arms and glared at him.

“Yes, and I heard what you said to Bakura. Forgive me for being whore when you married me. I didn’t whore myself being I wanted to!” Marik put his hands up in defense.

“Hey, hey, I never said I didn’t like you for it! I don’t care if you’re a virgin or a whore! Virgins are only good once, then they’re like every other woman, or man! I rather be with someone I love and know what they are doing rather than a meek virgin!” Malik turned away from him.

“If that was really the case, then you wouldn’t have been spying on those girls! Its not fair to me, Marik.”

“Malik, I know that. I admit, maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but, well, change is hard. I’ve been doing that for most, if not all of my life. I still stay committed to you.”

“Staying committed includes NOT gallivanting around with others!”

“I’m sorry, Malik.”

“That’s not good enough, Marik. I don’t look at other men!” Marik sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing with Malik.

“I promise I won’t do it again.”

“I’ll be sharing with Jou for the night!” Malik stomped his foot and walked away, his arms still crossed. Marik just rolled his eyes and shook his head. Malik always overreacted, but he still felt a bit guilty. He didn’t see anything wrong with just LOOKING. He wasn’t planning on deflowering them one by one. He’d just have to wait for Malik to get over it. For the time being, a few mugs of ale will hit the spot!


Ryou slipped away from the celebration, tired from all the dancing. He heard about the fight between his current roommates and was a bit worried about having to share with Marik all by himself. But then again, he would rather be with him than Bakura. He stopped outside the door of the hut after he had thought of Bakura. He shook his head and entered the hut. It was dark inside but the moonbeams slipping through the walls gave off enough light. He saw that Marik was already asleep, clearly drunk by the heavy scent of ale. Ryou giggled and kicked off his shoes to get ready for bed. He tried to push Marik over for a little more room but the man was too heavy. He sighed and slipped in next to him, pulling up the furs.

Suddenly, his breathing was labored as something heavy rolled on top of him. It was Marik. He tried to push him off but once again he wasn’t strong enough. Marik was mumbling something incoherent as he started kissing his neck. Ryou started to panic, pushing at Marik’s shoulders. He must be thinking that he is Malik!

“Marik! It’s me, Ryou!”

Marik ignored him and continued nipping playfully at his neck. Ryou couldn’t help but let out a moan at the gentle motions. Bakura was always too rough and too fast, biting rather than nibbling. Then his hands began wandering slowly over his body, making him shiver with delight. For such big hands they were extremely gentle when they wanted to be. It was making his stomach do back flips.

In the back of his mind, he knew that what he was doing was wrong. He shouldn’t be kissing his best friend’s husband and letting him have his drunken way. But at the same time, the rest of his brain told him that he needed this. He needed a change from Bakura’s stone cold heart. He craved the loving attention that his friends received from their loved ones and he wanted to experience that. And this was the only way he could.

“So soft…” Mumbled Marik as he slipped Ryou’s tunic up to attack his chest. Ryou cried out and clutched Marik’s head, keeping it in place. Marik’s tongue was rough, almost like a cat’s and it lapped at his nipples. He threw his head back and let out a low moan. The weight on top was making it hard to breathe but he didn’t care. He needed this more than anything.

Ryou ran his hands down Marik’s back, marveling at the hard muscle. Bakura wasn’t nearly as hard as Marik, or as scarred. He knew those had to come from all the fights and battles Marik had gotten himself in to. Marik pushed himself between Ryou's legs and set to freeing him of his leggings. Ryou helped him push them down and gasped when they were torn off of him. He now lay completely naked under him and shivered with anticipation. Somewhere along the line Marik had taken his pants off, or maybe they weren’t on to begin with. But he didn’t have time to think about petty things like that, not with Marik ravishing his body in such blissful ways. Marik was just as skilled a lover as Bakura, maybe more because he knew how to be gentle.

Then that idea flew completely out of his head when he felt Marik pushing against his entrance. He gasped as he realized Marik wasn’t going to prepare him first but just shove right in. Maybe Malik was used to that and liked it, but he wasn’t. He tried to pull away from the man but Marik had a firm grip on his hips. Marik took his kicking legs and placed them over his shoulders for easier access. Ryou started to panic and fight him, biting and clawing where he could. But Marik just chuckled and pushed halfway inside, stretching him painfully.

Ryou cried out and dropped his head to the ground. Marik was bigger than Bakura and without preparation it hurt. Then he had pushed all the way in which hurt more than the first entry. He filled him completely and painfully, like when he had been raped those many months back. He started to sob and begged for Marik to stop, but he began thrusting despite the pleads. His thrusts were slow and shallow at first, just barely pressing up against his prostate. His sobs turned into a little whine and he wiggled his hips slightly. That signaled to Marik to deepen his thrusts which he did and they in turn struck his prostate with accuracy. Ryou let out a deep groan and his eyes widened at the pleasure that pushed out the pain.

“My poor little Malik…I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He whispered to Ryou and began his trusting. Ryou didn’t care that he thought he was Malik, all that mattered was the intimate act he was sharing with Marik. He needed this closeness, this warm feeling of believing he was loved. His legs fells from Marik’s shoulders and wrapped around his waist instead. He encircled Marik’s neck with his arms and held on as he was pounded into the ground. This was a different feeling and he liked it.

“More…” he moaned out and screamed as Marik’s thrusts became deeper.

“My little mink…how I love you…” Ryou wished it was Bakura’s voice he heard saying those words rather than Marik. But that was only in his fantasies, this was real, but not meant for him. IT didn’t stop his body from thrusting back into Marik’s thrusts, begging helplessly for me. Marik’s aim was perfect, never missing his pleasure spot on any thrust. His vision started to become blurry and any saddening thoughts of Bakura he had began to fade. He knew he was getting ready to come and he couldn’t help but crush his lips to Marik’s. Marik’s tongue immediately pushed its way inside his mouth and nearly choked him with its deep exploration. The tongue was the last bit that made him loose control and he came, pulling away from his mouth to release a pleasure filled cry. His body shuddered as he came, moaning as the heat from his essence showered his stomach and Marik’s. Marik had suddenly pulled out of him and sat back on his knees. Ryou was still recovering from his intense orgasm as he felt himself lifted into a sitting position.

“Finish me off with at that talented mouth of yours, little mink.”

He ordered harshly but had a drunken grin plastered on his face. He gripped Ryou by the hair and pushed his face into his crotch, urging him to hurry. Ryou didn’t waste any time taking the swollen muscle into his mouth, wanting to give Marik the same pleasure as he gave him. Maybe his skills were not as great as Malik’s but he was no beginner at this.

He worked his lips and tongue around Marik’s erection, moaning at the feel of the man in his mouth. It was a different taste from Bakura and he liked it. He had to fist what he couldn’t take in his mouth since he was unused to this thickness. Ryou didn’t want to chance swallowing the man whole since he might just choke and ruin the moment. By the pleasured sounds Marik was making above him he enjoyed his ministrations.

He then felt Marik’s large hands grip the sides of his head and hold him still as he exploded into his mouth. Ryou was unprepared for Marik’s quick release and most of it remained in his mouth while the rest splattered all over his face. He spit what was in his mouth onto the ground, ignoring the bit dribbling from his mouth. He desperately needed to catch his breath before he began cleaning himself of Marik’s seed. Marik had fallen back onto the fur and was snoring loudly with a smile of content on his drunken face. That was the moment when the hut door swung open and Malik stepped inside.


End Chapter 16


Bonus Story: UFO Sighting


Bakura laughed happily as he followed a rabbit through the snowy wood with his new little bow his father had made for him. He wanted to be just like Yami since his brother had a bow of his own and he wanted one too. But Yami’s was too big for him so his father made one for his size. Bakura lost sight of the rabbit and pouted, sitting down on a fallen tree. He looked down to see his boot straps were loose so he bent down to tighten them.

As he did, he saw some strange colors reflecting off the snow. He looked up and froze as a large, round silver object hovered above him. It had a multitude of different lights flashing brightly and Bakura had to squint his eyes. It looked like it was made out of iron but it was like nothing he had ever seen before. Frightened, he scurried behind a thick tree trunk, peeking around it. The strange object slowly lowered to the ground and stands that looked like feet anchored it to the ground. Bakura gulped and shook with fear.

The door to the object opened like a ramp and three little funny shaped men wobbled out of it. Bakura couldn’t see them clearly to make out what they were but they were the size of small children. He noticed they had round heads and short arms, but long legs. They were disgusting to look at. But he watched as they took some of the snow and put it in a strange box. One of them noticed Bakura and pointed to him. Bakura gasped and hid behind the tree again, his heart pounding. He heard the sound of the door and peeked around again to see that it had closed. The stands curled back up under it and it took off with lightening speed, almost as if it disappeared into thin air.

Bakura was speechless. He stayed hidden for awhile, then ran off back to the castle, pale as a sheet. He couldn’t wait to tell everyone what he had seen! He dashed past the front guards who didn’t even see him running but felt the draft. His parents were in the hall, sitting up on the dais. He climbed up the hard way and jumped on his father’s lap.

“ACK! it’s a child!”

“Mommy! Mommy! Daddy! Daddy!!”

“What is it! What is it!” HIs father mocked, steadying his son on his lap.

“I saw something out in the woods! It came down from the sky and it was real big and made of iron! It had all colored lights on it and when it settled on the ground, the big door opened and little men walked out! They had long legs and big heads!” His mother chuckled behind her hand and his father rolled his eyes.

“Have you been in my ale stash again?” Asked his father, sniffing his breath for signs of drinking.

“No daddy! I really saw it this time!”

“Sweetheart, if you weren’t in daddy’s ale, then were you sneaking the pies the kitchens? You know pheasant pie makes you see things.”

“But I didn’t eat the pies!! It was real! I saw it with my own eyes!”

“A child’s imagination.” Said Yami, coming into the hall with Marik. “Bakura, don’t tell tall tales.” Bakura growled at him.

“But it’s true! They were small and had big heads! They took some snow!”

“Oh, they sound like your relatives, Bakura. Maybe they came to take you home.” Said Marik with a laugh and Bakura’s cheeks puffed out.

“That’s not true!! You’re my relatives!”

“That’s correct, Bakura.” Said his mother, stroking his hair. “And Marik, you shouldn’t joke about things like that. Now apologize.” Marik drug his boot along the stone floor and put his hands behind his back.

“Sorry mother.”

“Very good. And Bakura, we love your stories so there is no reason to get worked up.”

“BUT-!” His father shoved a piece of bread in his mouth and placed him on the floor.

“Shut your mouth and eat.” Bakura smiled and fell onto his bottom, munching on the bread.

“Okay!”

Somewhere in outer space….

“blurg blurgly blurbly blurber” [“What should we do about him, Lord?”]

“BLUUUURRRG, BLURGLY-BLRU BLURGLY BUB BLURBLY-BA” [“Send spies down there. Disguise them as strange earth things“.]

The alien typed on his keyboard and three tiny aliens turned into a pineapple, a coconut, and a banana.

“Blurg bluuurgy?” [How is this?]

“BLURGLY-BO! BLURG BLUR!” [Perfect! Now go!]

The trio of fruit disappeared in a mist of sparkle and made their way to earth in search of the young boy that had seen them.



Bakura then shot up from the bed, sweat pouring down his face and his breathing ragged.

“What was….” It was a dream about those things he had seen early in the day! The ones in the iron object! He looked around the room and out the windows, but saw nothing. He saw no lights or heard any strange sounds. He wiped the sweat from his brow and chuckled. “It was just a dream!”

Or was it? What do you think?