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✠ The King Of Bandits ✠




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Serial Killer






tags: #Alpha
REBLOG 20:51pm 3
Anonymous sent:

how many posts have you got on bandit?

ooc.

17.366

tags: #ask #anonymous #[ OOC ]
REBLOG 20:29pm 2
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[ amane-bakura ] " Bandit-san, did you, have anything to do with the disappearance of the doctor? "

"Perhaps he quit and left the city." The Killer replied without even looking at her while he read his newspaper. of course he didn’t want her to find out but who would have thought that she’d mention that asshole ever again?

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REBLOG 20:21pm 10
innocentlycorruptedmind sent:

*crawls in through a window, frowning, and moves to the kitchen, loudly placing the bag with offerings on the counter*

innocentlycorruptedmind:

banditkingakefia:

banditkingakefia:

Turns on the light and just watches him being halfway inside the apartment. “At least you thought of the snacks as I can see.”


"Exactly." He nodded and flicked a peanut into his mouth before he leaned back in the chair. "What’s with the sudden interest?" He rested an elbow on the kitchen table, the hand lazily holding the package of peanuts.

Quick as a flash, he stole a small handful and began chewing on them one by one thoughtfully. “Why?” He chose to ignore the older man’s own question, continuing with his own. Despite it being a door open both ways, Ryou wanted to keep his reasons as unknown as possible.

Bandit stopped eating for a moment. Usually he’d make the other answer to his question but Ryou seemed to have his reasons for skipping it and besides being a little annoying the boy wasn’t such a bad guy. “That’s how I learned it. Y’see I grow up with people constantly dyin’ around me. Cairo ain’t the nicest place for children to grow up. Especially during times of war.”

rainbugs sent:

:(

REBLOG 19:45pm 5
Anonymous sent:

No but seriously you hot

priestcockhenaden:

banditkingakefia:

"Thanks."

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"In other news, water is wet, fire can burn flesh, and I have a hard-on."

Too much information old bat!”

rainbugs sent:

Drink it

"No, thanks."

REBLOG 19:40pm 3
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Seto?

A fist came down onto the keyboard beside his computer as the CEO shouted angrily, causing the glass of water to fall over and drip down the side of the table. “How?!” He growled. “How is this possible? This strategy should have worked! I made sure that my combo was unbeatable!” His fingers were slowly drawn back, nails scratching over the table’s surface a little while he glared at the picture of Yugi Mutou on the screen.

After a few more moments he gave a frustrated sigh and moved over to the window to run his fingers through his hair and place his palm over his right eye while he stared down at the City of Domino. Even if he wasn’t mayor, he knew that by now Kaiba Corp owned most of it. He had one of the most successful gaming companies and was known all over Japan and what made this so special was the fact that he did it all by himself. Gozaburo had never been a good father but he was a great teacher. He taught Seto how to work his way up by being ruthless and cold. That’s how things worked in this wretched world after all.

Still - despite overcoming all his hardships he simply couldn’t beat the current King of Games in a game of duel monsters. A game he had analyzed down to its core that in the end - even its creator was no match for him. Just what was it about Yugi Mutou that made him so special?

Kaiba growled once more before something else managed to push his failures aside for a moment. A card he had found .. No, not even a card. A drawn picture that was supposed to be a card of the Blue Eyes White Dragon.

With a frown the CEO took the paper. A piece of trash to anyone else, sometimes even to him but whenever he caught himself thinking this way he remembered Gozaburo and how he never wanted to become like him. This card was connected to everything that gave him the strength to go on. This card and of course Mokuba.

He remembered that Mokuba had come in to bring him the card after he had found it between his belonging. Seto didn’t even listen and could barely remember what the boy had said. He only remembered that he had sent Mokuba out.

           Idiot.

With a ‘tch’ escaping his lips he walked out of his office to go and tell Mokuba that they were both going to leave for another business trip. The card now within the CEO’s pocket.

rainbugs sent:

Hello I am buying food and drink for my family I will buy you a neat whiskey too k

"I already have whiskey."

REBLOG 19:26pm 2
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Atem.

Being the Pharaoh sure wasn’t easy. He just didn’t think that he was ready for it yet but his father had passed and the country needed a king more than ever. Before he left, he had brought peace to the kingdom, it was a nice thing to think of when he would remember his father and carry on his legacy.

However, with his father being such a great king, everyone expected his son to be equally great and Atem simply wasn’t sure if he had what it took to be king. He attended his studies, listened to Shimon’s endless list of duties and remained on the throne day after day. It wasn’t easy and demanded his full attention but sometimes Atem did not want to be the man everyone looked at. Sometimes he wanted to be for himself.

So the prince often snuck out of the palace at night to just sit in the garden and listen to the calming noise of the water as he gladly traded his sleep time for time to think.

"I don’t understand what you could have done that was so terrible father. The gods shouldn’t have taken you." He frowned, laying on the stone bench with his eyes gazing upon the stars. He remembered his father begging for forgiveness as he took him down to the secret chamber. Never had he seen his father like this and just a few days later he passed away..

The memory still made tears fill Atem’s eyes but these tears reminded him that as a King, he had to be strong. So he quickly wiped them out of his eyes and sat up. He would have remained on that bench if it wouldn’t have been for loud shouting noises coming from outside the palace walls.

Quicky Atem jumped to his feet and ran to the gate where he hid behind a pillar, watching two guards chase a boy who was holding a bag. A thief? But he seemed so young. About Atem’s age and he knew what happened to thieves. He had been witness many times.

As the guard aimed to shoot an arrow at the boy, Atem quickly grabbed a stone and hurled it at the guard who got hit and missed. The thief jumped out of the way, looked back in surprise and for a moment he and Atem’s gazes met before he ran off into the night.

The prince smirked, quickly moving back to the palace so he could go back to bed and pretend he had been there the entire time.

           Suddenly, all doubts had faded and Atem knew
That he could become a great King, he would try his best
                For his father and his people.

REBLOG 19:13pm 10
innocentlycorruptedmind sent:

*crawls in through a window, frowning, and moves to the kitchen, loudly placing the bag with offerings on the counter*

innocentlycorruptedmind:

banditkingakefia:

banditkingakefia:

Turns on the light and just watches him being halfway inside the apartment. “At least you thought of the snacks as I can see.”


He rose an eyebrow at the rather blunt question - a package of chips in his hand. Then he placed the last item of snacks onto the table and looked at them. The question had caught him off guard but did not bother him much. “Apparently because I lack the empathy that keeps me from killing without ease. It’s like crushing flies to me - you wouldn’t feel bad for doing that either.”

Ryou looked from side to side before taking a seat and dragging it over so he could sit in front of him. Pursing his lips, he looked back at Bandit and tilted his head. “You don’t feel guilty when you do it, and you don’t feel guilty when other people do it even though you know it’s morally wrong.”

"Exactly." He nodded and flicked a peanut into his mouth before he leaned back in the chair. "What’s with the sudden interest?" He rested an elbow on the kitchen table, the hand lazily holding the package of peanuts.

REBLOG 19:11pm 2
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Ishizu Ishtar

With quiet steps the raven haired woman made her way down the museum halls, passing history in just mere seconds as she moved deeper into the past until she entered the room that held the darkest of all secrets. Her hand came to touch the Millennium Necklace around her neck. A moment of silence as she closed her eyes before she ventured further to stop before an ancient stone slap.

How many times had she stared at the slap hoping for answers? She knew she was doing the right thing but couldn’t bare the grief it caused her family. Her mother, father, Rishid and especially Marik…

      “You’re drowning, brother.”

She spoke quietly while she stared at those familiar carvings that held the Pharaoh’s destiny. Another man’s fate protected by the Ishtar Clan until he would return to seal it. She could carry the burden without losing hope. Stay in darkness for years - the unwanted daughter of a clan that seeked an heir.

She had always thought that she’d envy Marik for what he was but the older he became, the more she pitied her brother. Her eyes became watery as she kept staring at what had caused Marik to drown in this darkness of his own heart. She knew that she could save him, she just needed to get to him. Yet not even her necklace allowed her to feel closer to her beloved younger brother.

   “.. But I will save your soul.”

All it told her was that he would be devoured by his hatred if she wouldn’t do something. The only relief she had was knowing that Rishid was with Marik.

Once she had wiped her eyes, determination was strong on her features. The woman turned to leave the museum, around her wrist, a duel disc.

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REBLOG 18:57pm 10
innocentlycorruptedmind sent:

*crawls in through a window, frowning, and moves to the kitchen, loudly placing the bag with offerings on the counter*

innocentlycorruptedmind:

banditkingakefia:

banditkingakefia:

Turns on the light and just watches him being halfway inside the apartment. “At least you thought of the snacks as I can see.”


He sat down and grabbed the bag to inspect what’s inside. “What questions?” He asked as he rummaged through the things Innocent has brought. If it was more questions about Ghosts then he would kick him right back out of this window.

"Why do you kill with ease?" he asked bluntly, keeping his gaze on the killer. He was more confused than he’d ever felt in his life, and didn’t particularly care if he got a vague answer. If it was something along the lines of ‘because something happened in my life’ or if he was just raised that way, he’d take it. This was only the start.

He rose an eyebrow at the rather blunt question - a package of chips in his hand. Then he placed the last item of snacks onto the table and looked at them. The question had caught him off guard but did not bother him much. “Apparently because I lack the empathy that keeps me from killing without ease. It’s like crushing flies to me - you wouldn’t feel bad for doing that either.”

REBLOG 18:43pm 10
innocentlycorruptedmind sent:

*crawls in through a window, frowning, and moves to the kitchen, loudly placing the bag with offerings on the counter*

innocentlycorruptedmind:

banditkingakefia:

Turns on the light and just watches him being halfway inside the apartment. “At least you thought of the snacks as I can see.”

"I thought you’d be more inclined to answer my questions and things if I brought shit," he answers honestly and shifts around to face him, the frown still taking up space on his face. "Nobody else could answer these as well as you can, so good for you, you’re stuck with me for the next few hours."

He sat down and grabbed the bag to inspect what’s inside. “What questions?” He asked as he rummaged through the things Innocent has brought. If it was more questions about Ghosts then he would kick him right back out of this window.

REBLOG 18:26pm 1
Anonymous sent:

Does B ever fill your head with inappropriate thoughts when you're talking or fighting to someone

”..Sometimes.” He sighs loudly.

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