Two days. It took me two days to travel to the capital by walking... Maybe it wouldn't of taken me as much time if I didn't listen to the talking rabbit that told me to take that left by the poisonious lake... Not like it matters... it's time that I wasted that I won't get back.
The sights, of course, are not what they were rumored to be. I always imagined a grand city filled with light in the middle of a land of poorness... but the capital doesn't really have all that much of a difference than it did any other large village. There was the horse drawn carriages... that's practically what made this place so special. The location and the convience of the tamers and the horses. Isn't that convient?
"It's another Cursed...," I managed to hear one of the villagers whisper to one another as I entered one of the many pubs in the capital. Cursed. Blessed... I've heard both called of me... I assume it to be the same thing by this point.
Again, does this even matter?
"HEY!"I shouted as I entered the pub, managing to attract the attention of some of the people inside. "I'm looking for an asshole named Bakura! Anyone seen the bastard?!"
The chattering stopped... and a person stands up from their seat, dressed in a white cloak that covered their form, their face....
"It is Lord Bakura to this town, and to the world.... why do you call me out here, mortal?" the cloaked individual chuckled as he turned to look at me.
... Those red eyes instantly caught my attention upon seeing them.
I just grinned, mostly glad from finding the man so quickly and charged right at him, clearly not remembering the result from the last TWO encounters with the man. Everytime. My sword arm was grabbed, and he tossed me across the bar, right through the door and out of the pub.
"Think he was cursed with stupidity for calling out a demigod?" the same villager from earilier whispered to his little buddy, who happened to agree with him.
"Bakura's a DEMIGOD?!" I widened my eyes in shock as Bakura walked out of the pub, continuing to walk towards my direction. I scrambled onto my feet and took a few steps back.
"Oh, now you wish to run away? What happened to your courage two seconds ago?" Bakura laughed as he moved towards me. "Didn't you learn manners boy? Or did your poor little failure parents leave you to the wolves?"
"Bakura! Stop your petty fight! Your prisoner is ready for the next step!" Another white-cloaked individual ran towards Bakura and knelt before him. "We must hurry before the prisoner starts to purify themselves again."
Bakura nodded and looked towards me, smiling. "Maybe another time then... If your alive, that is..." The man pulled the cloaked servant up and then started to walk away.
"YOU CAN'T END THIS YET! I WISH TO HAVE INORI BACK!" I screamed at Bakura as he continued to walk away, seeming to ignore every word I said.
"Remember this, Blessed One.... You can't rush in so headstrong... your reason behind survival is just luck... Try to change that before I slaughter you and advance." Bakura stated before vanishing.
I just stood there for a second, confused for two reasons.
One, I was just fighting Bakura... Why didn't he kill me?
Two, .... WHY DID HE JUST WALK OFF LIKE THAT?!
I sighed as I crossed my arms to let myself settle into my thoughts, for nothing seemed to make sense... especially as of late.
The Demigod... Bakura.. needs my suffering.... but why? ... Does he watch all my movements..... does he regularly inform Inori of my journey if he did? ... Why did he need to do this?
Why in fucks name does he need Inori so bad?!
Everything doesn't even make sense anymore....
I sighed as I looked off in the direction Bakura headed and decided blindly to walk that way. Not like it was exactly the best idea on the face of the planet, but my soul must of figured since my mind was busy being a complete nutjob, it'd be better if it did something for me.
I dunno, I heard it happened to someone before. They couldn't figure out what to do, so their body mindlessly moved as if it was deciding for you.
I suppose that is regardless though.
I traveled in the direction Bakura walked off towards, through the central of the capital and to one of the many dark alleyways in the area. I figured for just a small second that the location I was heading seemed rather cliche. Didn't most bad guys have their hideouts in the middle of the capital of the country in one of the convient dark alleyways in said place?
I stopped right outside of the door to a pub. I couldn't help wonder why there was so many bars in this town. Was the place nothing but a bunch of drunks? ... Or was Bakura a boozaholic?
The door opened as a white cloaked individual stepped out. The person looked at me for a second and turns to run back inside. Taking my chance, I grabbed the person and pressed him into the ground, aiming my sword at his neck.
And.... to skip the drama there, a few minutes later I'm walking inside the pub with the white cloak on, happy to avoid getting too much blood on it. I mean... the blood on the hood might attract some attention... but I made a cut on my face with my sword, hoping that would provide reason to it.
So next thing I know, I'm in the middle of a pub hidden in an alleyway filled with white cloaked freaks playing around with their magic... talking their weird language... I looked around, trying to find some hint of Bakura so I could beat the ever loving shit out of him.
Walk off on me, how dare he?! I prepare to take him with me to the grave if I have too.
"Donna! There you are! Master Bakura was looking for you!" A male shouted as he ran up to me. "What's wrong with your face, sweetie? Let me clean that up for you." The man cooed as he went to reach my face, just for me to gently move the hand aside with my free hand. "D-did that evil Blessed curse you? He did, didn't he?! I'll kill him for you!"
"Adam, if you would just shut up and give the gal a chance to speak?" Bakura's deeply loud voice rang as the man, Adam, quickly shut up and kneeled to the floor. I watched as the rest of the people in the pub kneeled before Bakura's voice, so I follow their instructions... slowly... but surely...
I heard footsteps walk into the pub. "Relax my children, you are all safe. Donna, you may rise and follow me. I need you for something."
I shivered for two reasons. One, I stole clothes from a female.... a female, and I didn't even notice it until Adam called me Donna. This is hulimating! I don't even know what to do if he told me to speak! I'm doomed! ... I was hoping that person back there was a male. SHIT!
Two, it's Bakura. I'm kneeling right before an evil demigod that wishes for me to fail my quest so he lives. So I'm dead.... so he can do whatever he wishes without someone interfering.... That must be it... he wants me to suffer... so Inori suffers.... so...
I DON'T GET IT!
"RISE DONNA! I COMMAND IT!" Bakura shouted as he grabbed the robe I was wearing and pulled me up, the hood I was wearing unfortunately coming off as Bakura pulled me up. He stared at me for a cold, long minute.
I felt like I was going to die. The air in the room went cold. Everyone was staring at me. Many whispers started up as soon as my face was revealed to the entire place.
"It's the Cursed.... do you think he actually can kill us all off with one stroke of that sword of his?"
"We're all going to die! Lord Bakura, help us!"
Bakura just smiled for a fraction of a second, "So, you really wish to see our prisoner that bad? Is that it? Fine then. Children! Treat our new guest well! Just as how our prisoner is set up! I have to attend to something."
A hand was raised and.... I was knocked out cold.
Why does that always happen to me? I always get knocked out. Something bad always happens to me.
.... At least Eve wasn't with me... My suffering is alone now...
.... Eve.... isn't.... with me....
I feel so moronic now... for leaving Eve behind... when I need help the most now.