The Viking Brothers

ChibiMisu here! Okay, I finally got the next chapter up. I promise, there will be more excitement in the next chapter. We’re coming to a close soon people. By reviews and emails, I will write a sequel to this one. Actually, I’ve already started writing it! ^_^v We only have a few more chapters to go before it ends.

Oh, and by popular demand, there is another bonus story at the end of the chapter. *only one though* Ever wonder why Bakura grew up so angry and crazy? *no, not the pineapples, that’s next*

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh


The Viking Brothers


Chapter 35: Bargains

Somewhere in the castle, before dinner:


“MARIK! I want tlk tlk to you!” Marik turned around to see Bakura marching up to him.

“Yes?”

“It’s about Ryou!”

“What about him?” Bakura growled.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Marik! I know you were fooling around with him! Ryou is MY property, and you have no right putting your dirty hands on him!” Marik crossed his arms.

“He’s not YOURS Bakura.” Marik told him.

“He’s MY personal servant!”

“Ryou’s not a slave, Bakura! You have no true claim on him! You didn’t BUY Ryou from a slave trader, you STOLE him away! What right do you have in saying who he belongs to with no actual proof?”

“I screwed him first, that’s my claim!” Marik rolled his eyes.

“You’re such a bastard, Bakura. You treat poor Ryou like some tavern whore and he deserves better.” Marik flashed him a smirk. “That’s why he’s been hanging out with us. We’re trying to find someone who is worthy of Ryou and who will treat him right.” Bakura growled and gripped Marik’s tunic top in his fist.

“Absolutely not! Nobody fucks my Ryou but me! He’s mine and it’s going to stay that way!” Marik pulled Bakura’s fist off his tunic.

“You’re such a whoremonger!”

“You’re one to talk! I don’t have a hundred fucking kids running around the damn castle! You don’t take responsibility for ANY of them! You’re the whoremonger of the family!” Marik uncrossed his arms and glared angrily at his brother.

“Well, I’ve changed my ways now because I’ve met Malik! I gave him a chance and now he’s the only thing I need. I don’t need to screw prostitutes or servants because I have my darling Malik to satisfy all my needs. You still have time to change like I have, Bakura.”

“Alright, cut this sappy shit out, Marik! Tell me, did you sleep with Ryou? Or did Malik?! Tell me right now!! Which one of you too pansies fucked him!?”

“Oh, you mean THAT!” He smirked. “Oh yes, Malik and I had a lot of fun with him!” Bakura blinked then his brows drew angry. Marik put his hands on his hips and puffed his chest out. “I got to taste the pleasures of Ryou’s wonderful, soft skinned body.” That was a lie, but Marik just couldn’t pass up the idea. He tried not to laugh at Bakura’s facial expression. Both his eye and eyebrow were twitching with alarming speed. Oh yes, he had more wood for this fire!

“What a little dish you have there, Bakura! Nice long legs, pretty hair, lithe build, and an incredibly tight ass!” Marik winked and waved his finger at Bakura. “You don’t know how to treat that ass right, dear brother!” Bakura’s eyes narrowed in warning but Marik didn’t waver. “I had him crying out my name and begging me for more that he actually put Malik to shame!” That wasn’t true either, but it worked gfor for his plan. “He was so impressed with the pleasure I gave him that he never wanted to stop! And get this, he wasn’t even drunk!” Bakura just stood there. “I was honored when he called me a “sex stallion”, and it wasn’t just the fact that I was hung like a horse either!” Oh, this was getting good! “He needs to be pleased right, Bakura, and I’m just the stallion to do it. It’s hard being the baby of the family, huh? You got the bottom end of the gene pool in that area, didn’t you?”

Marik watched as Bakura hung his head and his shoulders started to shake. It had worked! He was g to to explode! Okay, so this wasn’t part of the master plan, but it was fun none the less. Marik clasped his hands together and gazed at his brother with klinkling eyes. This was it! The day had finally come where he managed to piss his brother off to the extreme! This was a day that would live in infamy!

“ARRRRRRRAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

Everyone in the castle dove for cover as they recognized the sound of Bakura’s scream of rage. They knew it was Marik’s fault and were prepared for the three hour long chase that was sure to come. A person was more safe lying dormant for those hours rather than be up and about. Weapons will fly, swords will clash, giggling will be heard, yes, it was going to be awhile.

“WEEEEE!!” Marik squealed happily *in chibi mode no less* while running away from an angry Bakura swinging a chair back and forth.

“I’LL KILL YOU!! I’LL KILL YOU DEAD!!”

“THIS IS FUN!!”

Bakura’s Room: *hours later*


Ryou hummed cheerfully as he folded another one of Bakura’s tunic tops. The plan Malik had thought up really gave him a hopeful outlook with Bakura. As he sat there folding, he couldn’t help but think about the situation. Maybe he just had to be patient with Bakura. Or maybe, he try something different.

He knew Bakura liked to be in control and enjoyed having others fear him. Instead of quivering in fear whenever Bakura told him to do something, he should pretend that he actually enjoys following his orders. Bakura might take a liking to something different. What other choicd hed he have? If Malik’s plan didn’t work he needed a backup one. He wasn’t going to give up hope on Bakura just yet. Maybe he wanted to, but he couldn’t deny what his heart told him. He just had to make Bakura understand his own feelings. Just then, a knock came at the door and Ryou froze. He thought it was Bakura, but then realized that he wouldn’t have knocked but just barge strait inside.

“Who is it?”

“Ryou, it’s Tristan. May I come in?” Ryou placed his current folded tunic on the bed.

“Of course.” Tristan entered the room and closed the door behind him. “Do you need something, Tristan?”

“Actually, yes I do. Are you busy right now?” Ryou shook his head.

“No, I can finish the laundry later. Why?” Tristan rubbed the back of his head, looking nervous.

“Well, the stable boy just came to me and said one of the mares are in labor right now. I have t hel help, but I don’t want to leave Duke alone. The doctor has to come with me, so there will be no one by his side. Can you go and stay with him until I get back?”

“Sure.” Ryou smiled. “I’ll go over there right now, so you hurry along and do you stuff.”

“Thanks Ryou, I owe you one!” Tristan was at the door but he turned back “Oh, and keep the door locked. I’m paranoid right now...” Ryou smiled and waved.

“I’ll keep it locked, don’t worry.”

Tristan nodded and ran down the hall, heading for the stables. Ryou walked over to Bakura’s desk and took out a piece of paper and quill. His writing skills were not that great, and he hoped Bakura could figure it out. When he finished, he placed the note on the bed and left the room to go watch over Duke.


Doctor’s Room:


Ryou knocked softly on the door but got no response from the other side. He tried again, but still no answer. He wondered if Duke was asleep. Slowly, he opened the door and peeked his head around the edge. Three beds down was Duke who looked to be asleep. Ryou came into the room and closed the door quietly behind him, locking it with the key. Ryou put the key back on the small nail next to the door before turning back to the room. He walked over to Duke’s bed and saw that his friend was asleep.

He also noticed another person one more bed down from Duke. It was Marik with a bunch of bandages wrapped around his head. Ryou walked around Duke’s bed to look at the paper over top of Marik’s bed.

“Injuries: Numerous blows to the head, sword wounds, bite marks, and multiply bruises.

Current State: Unconscience


Ryou frowned at the paper, realizing that it must have been Bakura who had did this. This is the result of their fight earlier today. Poor Marik!

“Ryou?” Duke must have sensed or heard him because he woke up right away. Ryou frowned as he saw the right side of Duke’s cheek which was swollen and purplish blue in color. The rope marks that bit at his skin were puffy and red. It looked painful. Duke rubbed his good eye and gave a slight yawn. Ryou sat down on a stool by the bedside and smiled cheerfully, hoping to make the boy feel better.

“Good evening, Duke. How are you feeling?” Ryou asked him gently.

“Where’s Tristan?” Dukes voice was raspy, but it had gotten better none the less.

“One of the mares are giving birth and he was needed at the stables. He told me to come and keep an eye on you unti get gets back. I’ve locked the door so you don’t need to be afraid. The doctor went with him too.” Duke sighed and covered his eyes. “Are you feeling okay, Duke? Would you like me to get you something?”

“Yeah, Tristan.” Ryou frowned.

“I’m sorry, Duke, but he’s busy right now. Believe me, he was very upset about having to leave you.”

“There is something you can do for me, Ryou.” Duke said as he leaned up on his elbows.

“What is it?”

“Take me to talk with Seto. I need him to assign a room for me and Tristan. I can’t stay in those stables any longer! Not only did I get attacked there, but the smell and noise is just horrible! I don’t feel safe in the stables and I’d rather live in the castle where I’m not always alone. You know how much Tristan works in the fields and takes care of horses. He’s not around much.”

“Tristan does work a little too hard. If he’s not careful he might work himself to death.” Oops, maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say right now. Duke just shook his head and sat up, moaning a little at his slightly stiff back.

“Just take me to Seto.” Ryou stood up and helped Duke get out of the bed.

“Can you walk?” Duke nodded.

“Yeah, I can walk...just stay close to me in case I get dizzy or something.” Ryou nodded and took Duke’s hand in his.

“Alright, lets go find Seto so we can get you back to bed. If Tristan catches you up out of bed he’ll have my head!”


The Meeting Room:


Seto yawned as he looked over another document about the castle’s budget. He was pleased to find that they’ve earned more money than they spent this year. Even with himself and Yami away, the castle seemed to stay in pretty good shape. He put the document to the side and picked up another, this one being a complaint about something living the cellar?? Must be one of Marik’s pranks. Seto snorted and tossed the paper to the floor, picking up the next one. He heard the door beside him creak open and he turned to see who it was. A smiled lit his tired face.

“Hello pup, what can Ifor for you?” Jou closed the door behind him and walked over to Seto. Seto noticed a worried look on his puppy’s face and he stood up from the chair to meet his lover. “Pup? Are you alright? You have olorolor in your face.” Jou whimpered and walked into Seto’s chest, resting his head on Seto’s shoulder.

“I had a nightmare, Seto. One about the battle and my...my violation.” Seto wrapped his arms around his lover and held him close, resting his chin on the fluffy blonde hair.

“I’m here, Jou, it’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Jou returned the embrace and nuzzled his face into Seto’s neck.

“The bed is cold, and empty. I woke up in a panic and I reached over for you, but you weren’t there. I got scared and had to come find you...I don’t want to go back to sleep until you’re in bed with me. With you holding me in your arms, I won’t be plagued by bad dreams.”

“I have a few things to finish up first pup, but you are welcomed to sit with me if you’d like?” Jou nodded and Seto led him over to his chair, taking a seat. Seto patted his lap and Jou hopped onto him with a happy little smile. “Now don’t distract me from work, pup, and you know what kind of distraction I mean.” Jou batted his eyelashes innocently. Seto smiled and wrapped one arm around Jou’s waist to hold him steady. “Sleep puppy, sleep. I won’t leave you.”

Jou sighed and laid his head in the crook of Seto’s neck and shoulder, quickly falling asleep. Seto looked down at his puppy, marveling at how adorable he was. Sometimes Jou acted like a child, but Seto didn’t mind it. Jou needed lots of hugs and kisses daily to be a happy baby, and he wasn’t exactly producing any of those. He’s been so busy with work that he didn’t have time to hold his puppy and whisper words of love in his ear. All this work must have his puppy bored to tears. Seto kissed Jou’s forehead and watched a small smile appear on Jou’s face. Seto’s heart melted and he squeezed Jou’s waist a bit tighter.

“My puppy, my Jou.” Another knock came at the door. “Damn, ruined my peaceful moment! Come in.” He said, hoping he didn’t wake up Jou. The door opened and Ryou entered with Duke behind him. Seto raised a brow as they came in. “Duke, you should be in bed. You look horrible.” Duke glared.

“Thanks!” he said sarcastically.

“Duke has something he wished to request of you, Seto.” Ryou said and brought Duke over to him. “Is Jou sleeping?” Seto nodded and put a finger to his lips with his free hand.

“What is it you have to ask me, Duke?” Seto asked him in a low voice.

“I would like a rset set up for myself and Tristan. I’m too frightened to be in the stables alone when Tristan is working, so I would like a room in the castle where there are more people. Is there a room we can use as our own?” Seto thought for a second and then fiddled through the papers. He pulled one out of the pile which was a drawing of the castle rooms and looked it over.

“We do have one open, actually. It’s at the far end of the hallway on the third floor. Is that alright? The room is diagonal to Marik and Malikoom.oom. That’s all we have to offer.”

“We’ll take it.” Duke told him. “Is the room ready or do I have to wait?”

“Hold sec sec.” Seto told them as he grabbed a blank sheet of paper and took a quill in hand. He wrote a few things down and folded it up, then handed it to Duke. “Give this paper to the servants in Quarter #4 and they’ll take care of any room preparations. By the way, what does Tristan have to say about this?”

“Oh, he doesn’t know yet.” Seto frowned.

“He might not like that, Duke. If there’s one thing Tristan dislikes it’s being too far away from his work.” Duke crossed his arms defiantly.

“That’s too bad. I can’t stay in a place where I don’t feel safe! Don’t worry about Tristan.” Duke said. “I’ll take care of him.”

“Alright then, you take it up with him. I have nothing to do with this, understand?”

“Thank you, Seto.” Duke smiled at him. “I owe you one.”

“Whatever. Now get moving you two, I want to enjoy some time with Jou. Shoo.”

“Goodnight Seto.” Ryou whispered back at him, leading Duke out of the room. Seto watched them go, then turned back to his work, more precisely, his puppy.



The next morning, everyone was happily eating breakfast. Marik had bandages wrapped all around his head, his hair sticking out here and there. *Bakura had beaten him with the chair* Bakura was at the table, completely ignoring Ryou. Yugi was trying to feed Annar but the baby beinbeing fussy and refused. Annar hit the spoon with his hand, making the gooey food go flying to hit Seto’s cheek. Seto just lifted his eyes up from his food in a stare, and then went back to eating. Jou took his napkin and wiped the gunk off of Seto’s face.

“I don’t blame the kid. I wouldn’t eat this stuff either.” Jou said, eyeing the smeared pile of mush currently staining his napkin.

“I’m sorry Seto!” Yugi whimpered.

“Don’t worry about it, Yugi. Kids will ids.ids.” Annar picked up his bowl and squealed as he threw it forward, this time nailing Tristan. Tristan didn’t move as the bowl landed on the side of his head, then slowly slid down to clatter on the floor. Duke hid behind his hand and started to laugh. Yugi tried to glare at Annar but he proved to be hardly threatening, even a baby could see that.

“Learn to control your kid, Yugi!” Bakura called down the table at him. Yugi flushed nervously.

“I’m sorry Bakura! It won’t ha aga again!”

“Lay off, Bakura.” Marik told his brother.

“Shut up you fat free loader! You’re on my last nerve today just because you exsist!” Marik took a sip of his ale.

“At least Annar doesn’t WEAR his food like some little white haired boy I used to know.” Bakura gave him the evil eye.

“I never wore my food!” He turned to the others. “He’s lying!” Seto decided to change the subject before things got worse.

“Bakura, I was thinking of going on a hunt today and I wondered if you would like to wit with me?”

“Yeah sure.” Bakura answered him.

“Marik, I want you to stay here and keep the place safe. I’m trusting you now, so don’t screw it up!” Marik smiled and puffed his chest out with pride.

“You can count on me, Seto!” Seto turned to Jou.

“Pup, you’re in chargele Ile I’m gone, okay? I just need to get out for awhile.”

“Okay Seto, just don’t be gone long.” Jou said with a smile. Bakura stood up and wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve.

“Well what are we waiting for!?” Bakura nearly shouted. “Gather some men and lets get started! I’m going stir crazy in here!”


The small hunting party made their way through the woods, chasing a heard of deer. The dogs were hot on the trail of one after the herd had broken apart. Seto and Bakura were far ahead of the others, keeping track of where the dogs were running. Seto readied his bow and arrow, pulling the string far past his head.

“You’re pulling to far back!” Bakura shouted over at him. “It’ll go to far!” Seto paid him no mind and let his arrow fly, only managing to hit a tree.

“Damn!”

“I told you!” Bakura smirked, making his horse pick up speed to pass Seto. Seto sneered and quickly sped his horse up to meet Bakura again.

“Bet I can gett stt stag before you!” Seto challenged him.

“You’re on!”

The two men followed behind the dogs, trying to aim their arrows at the moving target. The stag ran into a creek and started moving up the stream of water. The water didn’t slow the dogs down any and they continued to follhe she stag. Seto and Bakura ran their horses into the water creek, keeping a close eye on the dogs and stag. It was slightly harder for their horses to run in ankle deep water, but they kept them at an even pace. If they lost sight of the animals, the barks of the dogs would set the back on the trail. Seto saw the animals up ahead and got an idea.

“Bakura, lets split up! I’ll go on the right bank and you go on the left. It’s easier for our horses to run on solid ground!” Bakura nodded.

“Okay, I’ll do it! But I’m still gonna get that stag before you!”

“Save it for when you actually catch it! Good luck!”

The two broke away and hopped onto the opposite banks. Seto followed along side the bank, keeping a keen eye on the stag and dogs. When the animal was in range, Seto readied his arrow. He stopped his shot however as he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. A red fox had leapt passed him and into the brush. Seto decided to forget the stag and go for the fox instead. He knew Jou would love a new muff for the winter! So Seto turned his horse and took off after the fox.

Seto followed it for quite a ways througe woe woods. He didn’t have any of the dogs with him and it made the animal harder to track. But he’d get it for Jou. The red fur would look nice with the new winter tunic he’d bought for his puppy. How many people love their puppies like he does? The fox suddenly squealed and made a sharp left, disappearing into a tight thicket. Seto brought his horse to a halt at the spot where the fox just was.

“Something must have scared it.” Seto said in a low voice, looking around him for the source. He heard a twig snap and bolted around, staring at the spot the sound came from.

“Hello Seto.” He knew that voice!

“Pegasus!” He glared between the trees where he saw a blackened figure on horseback. “What the hell do you want, treacherous snake?!” Pegasus emerged from the trees wearing his calm exterior as always. Just that look alone made his blood boil.

“Come now Seto, there’s no reason to get angry. I’ve come with a proposition for you.” Seto hmphed.

“Right, like I would have anything to do with you! I must say though, you’ve got a lot of balls coming oute toe to speak with me.” He pulled out his sword and pointed it at Pegasus. “Now I’ll cut you down to size!” Pegasus showed no fear, his expression never changing.

“Just hear me out, Seto. You might find that my offer is a good one.”

“Whatever, just make it fast so I can have the pleasure of taking your life with my sword.”

“You are a master strategist Seto, and I could really use your brilliant mind in my army. Aren’t you tired of being Yami’s little lap dog, always having to do most of the work while he goes off to play with Yugi? They don’t appreciate you there and I can give you so much more. I can give you rich farm lands, a strong homestead, and your own servants to control. Joining me would prove to be quite rewarding, see? Picture a castle all to yourself with your beloved Jou by your side as the “Lady” of the house. You’d be envied by all the other Viking lords. So what do you say, my friend? Sounds nice, right?” Seto smirked low lowered his sword.

“Oh please, I don’t believe that sack of shit you just told me. If I wanted my own lands and castle, Yami would happily give them to me. I practically run that household, so I already control my own servants. Besides, after seeing how you betrayed Yami and the rest of the family I have no guarantee that you won’t do the same to me. You must think me stupid if you thought I would fall for that! However, I will thi this: Get out of my sight now and I won’t tell Yami we had this little meeting. He’ll be awfully angry if he finds out you were trying to bribe me. So I’d watch your back.”

Pegasus smirked and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, Seto was completely surrounded by Pegasus’s men. He looked around, seeing no chance of escape. He glared at Pegasus and raised his sword again.

“What the hell do you want with me?!”

“My dear boy, I already told you that. However, I can’t let you go back to the castle knowing I’annianning an attack again.” Seto sneered at his enemy, seeing nothing but red in his vision. Seto had no where to run as all the men crowded around him, snickering as they did.


End chapter 35

Sorry for the cliffy everyone!! *bows low*

****Bonus story****

This bonus story is something every sibling can relate too. If you’re a younger sibling, than chances are your older ones picked on you at some time. My older sister cou cousins picked on me hell of lot! O.o They were EEEEEVVVVIIILLLL!


Story 4: Lies Yami and Marik told Bakura (Ages: Yami: 9 Marik: 6 Bakura: 4)


Lie #1

Yami, Marik, and Bakura all stood around the corpse of a wolf as it lay in the kitchen, almost ready to be cooked.

“He’s not really dead you know, Bakura.” Marik said and Bakura’s eyes widened.

“Weally?” Yami smirked and nodded, giving Marik a sly glance.

“Yeah, he’s just taking a nap.” Bakura gulped.

“N-no he’s not! Daddy killed ‘im on da hunt!”

“Then why don’t you put your hand in his mouth and found out for sure? Come on, would we lie to you?” Marik told him and both older brothers had sudden halo’s around their head. “Come on, I’ll give you a piece of my pie tonight after dinner if you do?”

“Weally?” Marik nodded and pointed to the wolf’s mouth. “Go ahead, be just like Tyr!” [1] Bakura took a deep breath and slowly brought his hand to the wolf’s mouth. He closed his eyes as he pushed through the teeth. Suddenly, Marik lets out a loud roar, causing Bakura to pull his hand out of the mouth and gave a scream. When he saw his brothers laughing he began to cry.

“I’m tellin’my omy on yous!!” Bakura ran away crying and the two evil brothers gave each other a high five.


Lie #2

“Did you know that under every little boy’s crib there is a one eyed monster?” Bakura, who was laying in his crib shook his head ‘no’ at Yami’s words. He clutched the hand made duck plushie as he sucked his thumb nervously. “Well, they say that when little boys reach the age of four, the monster comes out from under thoor oor and waits for the child to fall asleep. When they do, he knocks on the bottom of the cribs, waking the little boys.” There came a “tap, tap, tap” from under his crib.

“What was thatz!?” Bakura shot up from his crib, trembling under his blanket.

“What? I didn’t hear anything.” Bakura mewed

“There’s was a tappin’ sound under my cribby!” Yami looked under the crib and smirked as he saw Marik there. Perfect timing.

“Nope, don’t see anything.” *tap, tap, tap* Bakura shrieked and jumped up in his crib, reaching his hands out for Yami.

“Hold me! Hold me!! I ‘cared Yami! I ‘cared!!” *tap, tap, tap* “WAHHHHAAHHH!! YAMI!!!” He stomped his feet and reached his chubby arms out for Yami. Yami laughed and lifted the boy out of the crib.

“It’s okay, we’re just playing with you!” Marik crawled out from under the crib and laughed full heartedly. Bakura waved his arm at Marik angrily.

“You bad!! I’m tellin’ mommy on yous!”


Lie #3

The three brothers were playing outside on a warm, sunny day. While they were exploring the woods, the came across a swamp.

“Eww! Yuckies!” Bakura said, sticking his tongue out.

“That’s where your REAL family is from, Bakura.” Yami said.

“Weally?” They nodded.

“Yeah, you’re not really a Bolverk, you’re a swamp monster!” Marik told him. “You should go say “hi” to your family.” Bakura turned teary eyes to his brothers and tugged on their tunics.

“You my real family!! You my real family with mommy and daddy!!” Both brother’s shook their heads ‘no’

“That’s where you belong.” Yami pointed. “You heard Marik, go say “hi” to your REAL mommy!” Both boys starting pushing him over to the swamp. When they reached the edge, they forced Bakura to his knees. “Now look real close down at the water, and you’ll see your mommy’s face.” Bakura gulped and did as he was told. Yami and Marik exchanged evil glances and suddenly dunked Bakura’s head into the swamp water. The fell back on the ground and started laughing while Bakura started crying. He wiped the muck from his face and spit out what he had in his mouth.

“WAHHH!” Bakura whined and stomped his feet angrily. He’s been tricked again! Yami stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes.

“That was rich!” Bakura ran over to him and lifted his hands up to his brother.

“Hold me! Hold me!! I ‘cared!” Yami bent down and picked him up like he asked. Bakura rest his head on Yami’s shoulder and started sucking his thumb.

“It was just a joke, Bakura.”

“And a mighty good one!” Marik gave himself a pat on the back.

Lie #4


“There’s a goblin in the cellar, you know.” Yami told Bakura.

“Weally?!” Yami nodded.

“And he likes to eat little boys under the age of 4 winters!” Bakura gulped and looked down at the darkened cellar.

“Den I can’ts go down there!”

“Sure you can!” Yami said. “I need you to go down there anyway and get my ball.” Bakura whimpered.


“Why me?!”

“Because it might have rolled under a small place and you’re tiny enough to get it! Now get down there before I tell father about how you put the mud in his boots!”

Bakura quickly ran down the cellar steps, looking around. Only one torch burned, but it didn’t give off much light. In the cellar were piles of meat, wheat, grain, wine, ale, and more ale. Bakura heard a low moan from the far end of the cellar and gulped.

“YAMI!!”

“It’s just the meat settling, Bakura! It’s alright!” Bakura trembled as he walked further down the room, hearing the moaning again.

“B~B~B~B~B~A~A~A~K~K~K~U~U~U~R~R~R~A~A~A!!!!!” An evil, slithery voice came from the shadows. Bakura paled as he was frozen in fear.

“Who...who be there???” Suddenly, a goblin jumped out from behind some wheat bags and growled loudly, lunging at Bakura. *it’s really Marik with a sack over his head with scary features drawn on it*

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Bakura turned and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, the “goblin” fast on his heels. It grabbed at his clothes, making the poor boy scream even more. He ran up the steps but Yami shut the door on him. Bakura began crying hysterically as he tugged on the handle, trying to open it. Just as Marik was climbing up the steps, Yami opened the door and pulled him out. Bakura clung to his older brother cried into his shirt. He heard laughing from Yami and the “goblin”. Marik had taken off the sack and showed that it was him all along.

“I’m tellin’ mommy on yous!!”

Lie #5


“You know Bakura, you’re really adopted.” Yami told him, trying to keep a strait face.

“No I’s not! I’m mommy and daddy’s baby!!”

“Nah, they just say that so as not to make you feel bad.” Marik told him with a calm look, actually acting serious for the first time.

“Yeah, they found you in a basket at the bottom of our drawbridge and took you in.” Bakura’s bottom lip started to tremble.

“I’m nots mommy and daddy’s baby boy??” Both brothers shook their heads. Bakura brought his little fisted hands up to his eyes and started to cry. Yami and Marik just chuckled behind their hands. It just so happened that their parents were walking by the room and heard Bakura’s crying. Their mother rushed in first with their father following behind.

“What happened Bakura baby?” His mother asked him as she held out her arms. Bakura cried and ran to her, burying his face in her chest.

“Yami ands Marik says I’s not mommy and daddy’s baby!!”

“What?!” Marik and Yami cowered as their father raised his voice.

“They says I’s found in basket outside!” His mother picked him up and cradled him close.

“Shame on you for telling lies.” Yami and Marik hung their heads.

“Look you two,” Their father started “You’ve been picking on your baby brother a little to much and it’s starting to make me angry! This won’t go unpunished!” Yami and Marik quivered as their father started to take off his leather belt but their mother stopped him.

“No, dear, no. That’s not the way to do it.”

“You’re too soft on them!!”

“No dear, this isn’t going to teach them anything.”

“It’ll put the fear of the gods in them!”

“There’s no need to beat them, dear. Let me handle this punishment.” He crossed his arms and snorted. “You two will have to spend the rest of the evening up in your rooms with empty tummies. Your little brother will be getting your parts of the dessert.” Yami and Marik’s jaws dropped.

“But mother-!!”

“You heard your mother!” Their father hollered “Now get moving!” The two boys ran pass their father who followed nd tnd them. “You both go strait to bed! No reading!” Their mother ran out after her husband, stilling holding Bakura.

“Keep that belt on your waist, darling! I mean it!!”

End Story #4

Bakura: No wonder I grew up crazy!

[1] Tyr was a war god who stood for courage and bravery. He stuck his hand in the Fenris wolf’s *one of Loki’s offspring* mouth to show he didn’t fear the vicious animal. He got his hand bitten off though. ^^