The Hourglass of Lost Souls
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,282
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 4
As he was reading, there came a loud knock at the door. He looked up with a small glare; his bandits knew he wasn’t to be disturbed during this time. “It had better be important…” A bandit wearing one of Atems’ mages’ cloaks came in, clearly he was a spy.
He knelt down and bowed at Bakura’s feet. “My Lord… I have brought news about the Pharaoh; it seems as though your plan is coming into effect and he is now blind with rage and sadness. He is an easy target for you m’ lord.”
A devilish smirk spreads across the thief’s lips as he watches the spy rise to his feet, bow one last time and retreat back to the palace. Bakura rose to his feet and threw on the large overcoat. It hung over his hands that weren’t clenched in fists for once, but laid loosely sat his side, the red material intervening between his fingers. The dust and sand remained un-disturbed, as his steps were ghostly silent, moving to the entrance of the lair.
His white hair floated in his face as the wind that was not blocked by the large Sphinx. The trapdoor going down to the hideout covered with the blowing sand. He was about to set out again from the place he stayed clandestine for years enclosed in its walls.
“Well Pharaoh, this is payback for the Hell you put me through… And I’m enjoying revenge’s bittersweet taste.” The smirk, which was resting on his hatred tainted lips, grew into a twisted, sadistic grin.He flipped up the hood of his cloak and placed two fingers at his lips and a high-pitched whistle resonated through the dessert. A few moments later a black horse rode up in a quick gallop. Bakura took a hold of the reign and jumped up onto the bare backed stallion.
Soon, a large group of bandits rode behind him, all with cloaks and white, gray, and brown horses. Each horse was settled with a large basket-like carrier on each side, much like merchants used with their camels. The Pharaoh would be sulking in his own misery too much to care if the bandits came along, but he didn’t want to kill him right away, he wanted to prolong the Pharaoh’s suffering.
He knelt down and bowed at Bakura’s feet. “My Lord… I have brought news about the Pharaoh; it seems as though your plan is coming into effect and he is now blind with rage and sadness. He is an easy target for you m’ lord.”
A devilish smirk spreads across the thief’s lips as he watches the spy rise to his feet, bow one last time and retreat back to the palace. Bakura rose to his feet and threw on the large overcoat. It hung over his hands that weren’t clenched in fists for once, but laid loosely sat his side, the red material intervening between his fingers. The dust and sand remained un-disturbed, as his steps were ghostly silent, moving to the entrance of the lair.
His white hair floated in his face as the wind that was not blocked by the large Sphinx. The trapdoor going down to the hideout covered with the blowing sand. He was about to set out again from the place he stayed clandestine for years enclosed in its walls.
“Well Pharaoh, this is payback for the Hell you put me through… And I’m enjoying revenge’s bittersweet taste.” The smirk, which was resting on his hatred tainted lips, grew into a twisted, sadistic grin.He flipped up the hood of his cloak and placed two fingers at his lips and a high-pitched whistle resonated through the dessert. A few moments later a black horse rode up in a quick gallop. Bakura took a hold of the reign and jumped up onto the bare backed stallion.
Soon, a large group of bandits rode behind him, all with cloaks and white, gray, and brown horses. Each horse was settled with a large basket-like carrier on each side, much like merchants used with their camels. The Pharaoh would be sulking in his own misery too much to care if the bandits came along, but he didn’t want to kill him right away, he wanted to prolong the Pharaoh’s suffering.