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Two men stood in a park. To most they would seem like ordinary people enjoying the view of the blooming sakura trees, whose blossoms blew everywhere in the wind with the falling snow.
One man stood at about five foot three with silver hair. His eyes were a glowing brown. His skin was a sun kissed tan that could only be natural.
The other was much taller than the first. He stood about six foot two with blond hair and sapphire like eyes. He wore a black trench coat with a black shirt and black pants.
"My prince, we should go back. Once the council finds out you are gone they will be furious."
The young man with brown eyes looked at him. "Calm down marik, they can't do anything to me."
"I know that!" he glared at his cousin. "I, on the other hand, am not as fortunate."
"Don't worry," said the young man as he waved his hand. "If I tell them not to do anything, then they won't."
"bakura." His tone made the young man, bakura, finally looked at him with a serious expression. "The council will go to you father." At the mentioning of his father, bakura flinched. "The council may not be able to do anything to you, but your father can." bakura just stared at the ground. "Please, let's go home."
"Alright." bakura turned toward in the opposite direction of where the portal to back home was and ran.
"My prince!" marik had run after him. "My prince, where are you running to?"
"I have to find it," bakura muttered to himself. "I have to find the source of that light."
Being a demon, he's entire being was nothing but pure darkness. But that also meant that he was sensitive to light. Through his eyes he could see a brilliantly glowing light somewhere within the human city.
He hadn't told marik, but that was the reason that he had came to Earth. If he could sense such a light from all the way down in the pits of Hell, then it was no ordinary light.
What confused him thought was why no one else was able to sense it. True, he was the strongest demon in all of Hell. He was even stronger than his father. But the brighter the light, the easier it is to sense, so then why is he the only one able to sense it.
Suddenly, the light dimmed for a short second before flickering again.
"No!" yelled bakura. That flickering meant that the source of the light was hurt or worse, dying. bakura started running faster until he ran at his top speed.
He had far out run marik. He ran so fast that he was invisible to human eyes. "No!" He knew that he was nearly there. The light was getting closer. "I have to find that light!"
He turned into an alley and froze at what he saw.
A human adult, clearly a male, was holding a baby by its left arm, letting it hang in his grip. The man, if he could even be called a man, was obviously drunk as he stumbled. He was walking away from bakura, so he couldn't he the man's face, but he knew what he would see would disgust him. The man had an evil, disgusting aura surrounding him. The baby on the other hand . . .
The sight of the baby is what had caused him to stop anyway. His entire focus was on the baby even though he subconsciously took in information about the man. The baby had to of been only a few weeks old. It was so small. The tiny thing's ribs were even showing. This . . . this . . . monster had obviously neglected it.
After reaching this conclusion, bakura began to examine the child to make sure it was not physically harmed by the man in his intoxicated state. It was.
The child was unconscious. It was covered in only a shirt and a pair of pants to thin for the cold conditions.
Red blood was still flowing from a wound on its temple on the left side of its head. It hung there limply. It's hair was amazing! it had tri-colored hair-red, as red as the blood coming from its face,gold bangs,and black surrounding the red, and was long and reached to its shoulders.
bakura couldn't see its eyes, but he could see that they were wide, and he wanted to be able to see them so badly. As if sensing his thoughts, the baby opened its eyes.
bakura gasped as he saw the baby's beautiful crimson eyes. He had never seen anyone, demon or human, which such eyes.
bakura's gasp caused the man to look over his shoulder to see what had caused the sound. When he saw bakura standing there he turned his whole body toward him with a severely slurred "Who the hell are you?"
The moment the baby had opened its eyes, the child's crimson gems immediately went to bakura. That stared seemed to bore into bakura's very being. Then tears began to build in the baby's eyes and it began to cry.
The very sight of the child with tears in its eyes enraged bakura. He didn't know why it bothered him so badly, but it did. And what the man did next pushed bakura over the edge.
"You little piece of crap! Shut up!" when the child continued the man raised his arm into the arm and closed his hand, forming a fist. "I said be quiet you little—"
The man didn't get to finish as bakura, with an enraged cry, charged at he man and tackled him to the ground, but not before getting the baby out of the man's grasp.
"How dare you. How dare you!" bakura's eyes seemed to glow in the dark alley. "I'll make sure you burn in hell for all eternity for this! You'll pay if it's the last thing I do!"
"My prince! What are . . . "
marik stopped as he surveyed what was in front of him. A man struggling to stand. And bakura. Backing away from him while carrying in his arms.
marik took a step forward, but bakura started to literally growl at him. bakura's sharpened teeth could be seen as he bared his teeth at marik.
"My prince, everything is all right." marik tried to move his body so that bakura would not take him as a threat. "Come over here and calm down."
"No! You'll take it away! I . . . I . . . I can't let you take it away!" With that bakura turned and ran as fast as he could. He tucked the child into his chest in order to help it against the freezing wind.
He ran straight back to the park that had the sakura trees. There he jumped up into one of the trees in the middle of the park so that no one will hopefully see him.
Once he found a sturdy branch where he could not be seen he looked at the tiny bundle in his arms. This child was the source of light the he had sensed. It's light still shined brightly in his vision.
It. It. It. He didn't wan to call the child an it. He knew to most it would be kind of weird but he wanted to know the child's gender.
He pulled down the pants and underwear just enough to see what gender it was, then pulled them back up. He felt a little like a pervert but curiosity was stronger.
A girl. He held a tiny baby girl in his arms. bakura thought that she was adorable. bakura raised his hand and wiped away her tears. He marveled at how soft the skin under his fingers was.
For some reason, his maternal instincts had kicked in the minute he had saw the child.
"I'll take care of you," he vowed. He knew he would take good care of this little girl. "No one will ever hurt you again." With this, he placed as kiss to the girl's head, where her wound was.
The wound below his lips closed as his magic healed the wound. bakura held his lips there and the spot began to glow black.
Raising his head, bakura inspected the area. He had marked the child so that no one at home could dare hurt her.
If someone were to touch the child with ill intentions, the mark will glow as it notifies bakura of what is happening to the girl and will also shock the person with a wave of magic to paralyze them until bakura can arrive so that he can punish the person if he so desires.
As the mark stopped glowing, the girl started giggling at bakura with a big smile on its face. bakura felt his heart nearly burst at how cute the little girl was. Nothing would ever happen to her ever again.
"My prince!" bakura looked below him to marik standing there, his anger obvious. "What in the pits of Hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong," bakura answered calmly.
"What do you mean 'nothing is wrong'? You ran away out of no where! I find you with some human drunk and you run again rambling some random nonsense! Now I find you in a tree back where we started at!"
"I was not rambling nonsense."
"Then what did you mean by 'you'll take it away'?" marik asked after he calmed down.
"Come up here, marik."
marik glared at him for a moment before finally joining his cousin. Once he got situated he finally looked at bakura, then at what was in his arms. He gasped.
It was a small, weak human child. It had blood trails down its face and its ribs were showing. He could also see bakura's
symbol.
He also noticed the look in bakura's brown eyes.
"No. No! Absolutely not!" yelled marik. He knew that look all to well. "We are not taking a human baby back home. No! Are you insane!"
bakura looked at him, determined. "She needs me. I am not leaving her here. Besides, I have already marked her. I am taking her with me and that is final."
"No, I will not let—"
"I was not asking for your permission, High Priest," said bakura with his commanding tone.
marik stared at him for a long time. He finally sighed before saying, "Fine. Bring it and—"
"Her."
". . . . Bring her and let's go home."
bakura looked back at the tiny girl in his arms. "Let's go home. My little Atenra."
 krixa 15 · Fri Dec 17, 2010 @ 06:17am · 0 Comments |
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