Strangers When We Meet
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
Views:
2,551
Reviews:
87
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One: Friends
STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET
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AN: As a thank you to those loyal reviewers I have through out this story, I'll be taking new chapter story requests as something new to try out. Those who I'll be accepting the requests from will be posted once this one concludes. (End of September)
As always, reviews are super appreciated. See you on Thursday for Chapter Two: Captured. :D
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CHAPTER ONE: FRIENDS
Seto sluggishly opened his eyes, the desert slowly coming back into focus. A shadow hung over him, he looked up, the sun blinding whoever was kneeling over him. He tried speaking, his throat dry and coarse from the heat. He couldn’t process what the other was saying, everything coming into his head as garbled noise.
“What?” He rasped, grabbing onto the other. He wrapped his fingers around their wrist, it was small like his. He relaxed slightly, he had thought those men had come back. The ones that had burnt his village. He struggled to sit up, the other gently pushing him to lay back down.
“I can’t—“ He started, letting his head fall back down into the hot sand.
“Just lie down.” The other said, wiping the sticky hairs from Seto’s face.
The last thing Seto remembered was walking through the night, he had hoped if he kept going one way he’d reach something eventually. His mind was starting to clear, his sight coming into focus. He looked up at the boy hovering over him. He looked to be his age, he had tangled white hair and a long cut under his eye that was matted with blood. He looked at him in confusion, looking at his tattered clothing, covered in sand.
“Who are you?” Seto rasped.
“Are you alright? Where did you come from?” The other asked back.
“I’m—my village, its—everything—gone.” He mumbled, trying to hold back his tears.
“You were from the village of Kul Elna?”
“What?”
“From Kul Elna? I’ve never seen you.”
Seto shook his head, “No, I no…from the south, the village…Maadi.”
“What are you doing out here?”
“I don’t have anywhere to go.” Seto said, sitting up. He felt so shaky, a dizzying rush coming to his head when he tried to stand up. He grabbed onto the other for support, his knees giving out.
“I’m so tired.” He groaned as the other held him up.
“Come with me.” The boy said, throwing Seto’s arm around him to steady him as they walked. Seto’s feet dragged through the sand, he could barely move, his muscles working against him. He didn’t even know where this boy was taking him.
They walked for awhile, maybe half a mile through the desert, until they reached an empty village. Seto gasped as they got closer. There were slain bodies littering the floor. Blood splattered across the streets.
“Why have you taken me here?” Seto panicked, holding onto the other closer.
“Its my home.” He quietly answered. He kept his eyes downcast as they walked through the village. Still holding tightly onto the other.
“What’s your name?” Seto asked as he was pulled into a small hut and helped down onto a pile of old, dusty blankets.
“Bakura.” He said, grabbing a bucket of water.
“Bakura.” Seto smiled, as water was brought to his lips. He drank it quickly, his thirst never ending as the water ran down his chin.
He gasped for air, “Thank you.” He said as he lied back down. Bakura gave him a curt nod, placing the near empty bucket back down.
“What happened to you?” Seto asked, pointing to Bakura’s cut.
Bakura reached up to touch it gently, as if its presence had been forgotten.
“I was running when they came and fell.” Bakura answered. Seto didn’t know who this Bakura was, he was quiet and reserved. His eyes always searching.
“What happened to this village?”
“The army came. They killed everyone.” He answered. He moved towards the door, looking out at the dusty streets littered with bodies.
“I’m sorry.” Seto quietly replied. “They were your family, weren’t they?” Bakura kept his back turned, slowly nodding his head. Seto watched him for a moment. He knew what Bakura was going through, he must be feeling the same way he still was.
“My name is Seto. Some men set fire to my village last night after I rescued one of their prisoners. They left no one alive. I’ve been walking the desert since then.”
“How did you escape?”
“I—“ Seto started to tell Bakura about the beast, but he knew he would never believe him. He’d never seen anything like it. How could he even begin to explain it?
“I just…outran them.” He lied.
“Where will you go now?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d live through the night.”
“Me either. I’ve been trying to find someone to help me. But there’s no one out there.” Bakura turned to face the other boy. “Until I found you.”
“What do we do now?” Seto asked. He was so scared, completely confused on what to do or where to go. He wished Bakura could answer all of his questions. Even if he knew the other was just as scared and helpless as he was.
“I don’t know.” Bakura answered.
“How long ago was your…did this…happen?”
“Maybe a week ago. I’m not sure, I quit counting the days.”
“Oh.”
Bakura sat down next to Seto, staring hard at the floor as he spoke, “All I can think about is killing whoever did this. Killing every last one of them. I want them all to die. I want them to suffer like my family suffered.” Seto could see tears welling up in Bakura’s eyes as he went on, “Its not fair. Why did they do this? I thought the pharaoh was good. He’s no God, he’s a monster.”
“You really think the pharaoh could have known about this?”
Bakura looked to Seto angrily, “Of course he knew. It was his men!”
Seto wasn’t sure what to say, Bakura was so set on revenge, he didn’t seem to care what happened to himself in the process.
“Don’t you feel the same way?” Bakura asked.
Seto shook his head, “Mine were already killed. But Bakura, you can’t take on the pharaoh’s entire army, they’ll kill you.”
“What’s it matter, my whole family is dead what do I have left?” he bitterly replied.
“I’ll be your friend. We can have each other.” Seto smiled, Bakura looked to him, the anger and resentment slowly fading from his eyes.
“I’ve never had a friend before.”
“Me either.” Seto smiled.
REVIEW REPLIES:
Anastasia: don't worry, I won't abandon! :) thanks so much for reviewing!
chibi-berry: thank you very much--i hope you continue to enjoy it! thanks for reviewing :)
desertrosetemari: i love this pairing too! its definitely not seen enough. :) i never put the village burning thing together either until I was rewatching the 5th season and was like ".......heeeyyyyy." :)
mystralwind: lol i know, its a little different than those huh? XD well, hope you enjoy it though!
potionspet: :) it will be quite the winding story. :)
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AN: As a thank you to those loyal reviewers I have through out this story, I'll be taking new chapter story requests as something new to try out. Those who I'll be accepting the requests from will be posted once this one concludes. (End of September)
As always, reviews are super appreciated. See you on Thursday for Chapter Two: Captured. :D
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CHAPTER ONE: FRIENDS
Seto sluggishly opened his eyes, the desert slowly coming back into focus. A shadow hung over him, he looked up, the sun blinding whoever was kneeling over him. He tried speaking, his throat dry and coarse from the heat. He couldn’t process what the other was saying, everything coming into his head as garbled noise.
“What?” He rasped, grabbing onto the other. He wrapped his fingers around their wrist, it was small like his. He relaxed slightly, he had thought those men had come back. The ones that had burnt his village. He struggled to sit up, the other gently pushing him to lay back down.
“I can’t—“ He started, letting his head fall back down into the hot sand.
“Just lie down.” The other said, wiping the sticky hairs from Seto’s face.
The last thing Seto remembered was walking through the night, he had hoped if he kept going one way he’d reach something eventually. His mind was starting to clear, his sight coming into focus. He looked up at the boy hovering over him. He looked to be his age, he had tangled white hair and a long cut under his eye that was matted with blood. He looked at him in confusion, looking at his tattered clothing, covered in sand.
“Who are you?” Seto rasped.
“Are you alright? Where did you come from?” The other asked back.
“I’m—my village, its—everything—gone.” He mumbled, trying to hold back his tears.
“You were from the village of Kul Elna?”
“What?”
“From Kul Elna? I’ve never seen you.”
Seto shook his head, “No, I no…from the south, the village…Maadi.”
“What are you doing out here?”
“I don’t have anywhere to go.” Seto said, sitting up. He felt so shaky, a dizzying rush coming to his head when he tried to stand up. He grabbed onto the other for support, his knees giving out.
“I’m so tired.” He groaned as the other held him up.
“Come with me.” The boy said, throwing Seto’s arm around him to steady him as they walked. Seto’s feet dragged through the sand, he could barely move, his muscles working against him. He didn’t even know where this boy was taking him.
They walked for awhile, maybe half a mile through the desert, until they reached an empty village. Seto gasped as they got closer. There were slain bodies littering the floor. Blood splattered across the streets.
“Why have you taken me here?” Seto panicked, holding onto the other closer.
“Its my home.” He quietly answered. He kept his eyes downcast as they walked through the village. Still holding tightly onto the other.
“What’s your name?” Seto asked as he was pulled into a small hut and helped down onto a pile of old, dusty blankets.
“Bakura.” He said, grabbing a bucket of water.
“Bakura.” Seto smiled, as water was brought to his lips. He drank it quickly, his thirst never ending as the water ran down his chin.
He gasped for air, “Thank you.” He said as he lied back down. Bakura gave him a curt nod, placing the near empty bucket back down.
“What happened to you?” Seto asked, pointing to Bakura’s cut.
Bakura reached up to touch it gently, as if its presence had been forgotten.
“I was running when they came and fell.” Bakura answered. Seto didn’t know who this Bakura was, he was quiet and reserved. His eyes always searching.
“What happened to this village?”
“The army came. They killed everyone.” He answered. He moved towards the door, looking out at the dusty streets littered with bodies.
“I’m sorry.” Seto quietly replied. “They were your family, weren’t they?” Bakura kept his back turned, slowly nodding his head. Seto watched him for a moment. He knew what Bakura was going through, he must be feeling the same way he still was.
“My name is Seto. Some men set fire to my village last night after I rescued one of their prisoners. They left no one alive. I’ve been walking the desert since then.”
“How did you escape?”
“I—“ Seto started to tell Bakura about the beast, but he knew he would never believe him. He’d never seen anything like it. How could he even begin to explain it?
“I just…outran them.” He lied.
“Where will you go now?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d live through the night.”
“Me either. I’ve been trying to find someone to help me. But there’s no one out there.” Bakura turned to face the other boy. “Until I found you.”
“What do we do now?” Seto asked. He was so scared, completely confused on what to do or where to go. He wished Bakura could answer all of his questions. Even if he knew the other was just as scared and helpless as he was.
“I don’t know.” Bakura answered.
“How long ago was your…did this…happen?”
“Maybe a week ago. I’m not sure, I quit counting the days.”
“Oh.”
Bakura sat down next to Seto, staring hard at the floor as he spoke, “All I can think about is killing whoever did this. Killing every last one of them. I want them all to die. I want them to suffer like my family suffered.” Seto could see tears welling up in Bakura’s eyes as he went on, “Its not fair. Why did they do this? I thought the pharaoh was good. He’s no God, he’s a monster.”
“You really think the pharaoh could have known about this?”
Bakura looked to Seto angrily, “Of course he knew. It was his men!”
Seto wasn’t sure what to say, Bakura was so set on revenge, he didn’t seem to care what happened to himself in the process.
“Don’t you feel the same way?” Bakura asked.
Seto shook his head, “Mine were already killed. But Bakura, you can’t take on the pharaoh’s entire army, they’ll kill you.”
“What’s it matter, my whole family is dead what do I have left?” he bitterly replied.
“I’ll be your friend. We can have each other.” Seto smiled, Bakura looked to him, the anger and resentment slowly fading from his eyes.
“I’ve never had a friend before.”
“Me either.” Seto smiled.
REVIEW REPLIES:
Anastasia: don't worry, I won't abandon! :) thanks so much for reviewing!
chibi-berry: thank you very much--i hope you continue to enjoy it! thanks for reviewing :)
desertrosetemari: i love this pairing too! its definitely not seen enough. :) i never put the village burning thing together either until I was rewatching the 5th season and was like ".......heeeyyyyy." :)
mystralwind: lol i know, its a little different than those huh? XD well, hope you enjoy it though!
potionspet: :) it will be quite the winding story. :)