Hi everyone! It’s Queen Thief again with a new story. Now, first off, let me just say that I AM planning to finish “1st Labyrinth”! It is NOT on hiatus or anything. It’s just that I’ve reached a certain part in our hero Marik’s journey and I’m having trouble on how to help him overcome his newest foes. Ooops. Guess that was a little spoiler for you there. Yes, there is more than one person for Marik to face. But let’s focus on this story for now shall we?

Story name: Bakura Shrek

Written by: Queen Thief

Rating: PG (If you can handle the movie than you can handle this fanfic)

Warnings: This story contains Shonen-ai and hints of Yaoi. (The movie’s got it’s own little ‘adult’ suggestions too.)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh or Shrek! This stands for all chapters!

This fanfic is dedicated to: Everyone who ever reviewed my “1st Labyrinth” fic.

Okay, I can practically HEAR quite a few people out there chanting “DIE! DIE!” already. Yes, I KNOW that Shrek is a classic and some people might think that turning it into a Yu-Gi-Oh and shonen-ai parody would ruin it (I know my mum does --) but the fact is that I’ve searched hi and low for a Shrek parody and got nothing. So I’m making my own. If you’re interested then please read, if you’re not then don’t read and remember NO FLAMES ALLOWED.

I think I’ve rambled on long enough. Thank you and enjoy the movie!

Specks of dust flew around in the air, sparkling in the light of the sun for just a moment before falling to the ground of the forest swamp. Of course, you must realize now that this is no ordinary fairy tale. Oh no, this is much more…

A young man of around seventeen sat on top of a make-shift house in the center of the swap. He was lithe and thin, however seemed muscular enough to hold his own in hand-to-hand combat. He wore a hood and cloak of fine purple over his own clothes which were an old tattered white shirt, a washed out blue vest and a pair of overused torn pale blue denim jeans. The hood was meant to cover the boy’s features, for he was a very unique individual. Like an ogre is feared for being ugly and brutal, this teen was feared for the fact that he was different.

Most knew his kind as “Spirits”. The boy was deathly pale, possessing long thick locks of snow white hair and eyes of pure swirling blood red. His kind were cursed since birth to wear their souls on the outside of his body and not within like most, hence the reason for his ethereal features. He was very handsome; there was no doubting that, however the fact that he looked more ghost than human made others shiver in fear and disgust.

The book the spirit held in his hand told of a story as old as time itself. A story of friendship, true love and living happily ever after, no matter who you may be…

“Once upon a time there was a lovely princess. But she had an enchantment upon her of a fearful sort which could only be broken by love's first kiss. She was locked away in a castle guarded by a terrible fire-breathing dragon. Many brave knights had attempted to free her from this dreadful prison, but none prevailed. She waited in the dragon's keep in the highest room of the tallest tower for her true love and true love's first kiss…”

The spirit laughed outright, uncovering his cloak covered head to reveal two twin eyes of crimson and a mess of white hair. He threw the cloak off as he jumped down off the roof of his house.

“Like that’s ever gonna happen,” He chortled in a deep English baritone as he tossed the book aside, “What a load of-”

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me,
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed,
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb,
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead.

The spirit grabbed a bucket and swiped some water out of a nearby clean spring near the swamp to bathe with. He slid in some mud for a second while carrying it and regained his balance just in time, then he looked back at the skid mark he’d made in the dirt. He gave a smirk seeing his own name and -coincidently- the title of our story spelled in the water filled dirt grooves in the ground.

“BAKURA SHREK”

Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming,
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running,
Didn't make sense not to live for fun,
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb.

Bakura striped down and stepped under the flow of semi-warm spring water from a large sideways-tipped bucket, letting it cascade down over his body and through his hair, washing away any dirt he’d accumulated prior. He spied a young woman half bending over with a freshly picked mushroom in her hand not only a few meters away. She looked torn between blushing as red as a tomato and running away in terror of the spirit. When Bakura made a teasing gesture at her with a fleeting smirk and wink, she finally made up her mind and bolted.

So much to do, so much to see,
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go,
You'll never shine if you don't glow.

Bakura toweled off and dressed in his ragged clothes once more. He left the towel on a log under the still tipped bucket, letting a large amount of water pour down onto the fabric and also letting the soaked indents stand out to spell the next of our leading role’s names.

“Joey Wheeler”

Hey now, you're an All Star, get your game on, go play,
Hey now, you're a Rock Star, get the show on, get paid,
And all that glitters is gold,
Only shooting stars break the mold.

The spirit then walked over to an outdoor vanity set he had stolen a while back. He brushed his teeth and combed his hair then paused to admire himself in the mirror. If he wasn’t so ghostly then his handsome featured would stand out more, he thought. Unfortunately, his mirror decided to back him up on this theory by choosing that exact moment to crack suddenly. Bakura frowned deeply and walked away, not seeing how the now separate glass shards of the once mirror fell away quickly one by one to reveal another protagonist’s name engraved nicely in the wood behind.

“Marik Ishtar”

It's a cool place and they say it gets colder,
You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older,
But the meteor men beg to differ,
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture.

Bakura decided on a short walk in the lazy afternoon sun to clear his thoughts. He ended up passing a large pond on his way, with light green leaves and algae floating on its surface and a slimy quality spread throughout its depths which simply refused to reflect any of the suns warm light. The pale youth barely slowed down as he scooped a hefty pebble up into his hand and then tossed it carelessly of to the side across the water where it knocked a fish on the head. The algae and leaves had been tossed and turned in the strong ripples that followed and when the water settled the green substances has melded together to form the name of our star villain.

“Lord Yami”

The ice we skate is getting pretty thin,
The waters getting warm so you might as well swim,
My world's on fire how about yours,
That's the way I like it and I never get bored.

The spirit teen slunk through the forest as quiet as a church mouse. Now where had that lovely young maiden who collected mushrooms run off to? Ah, there she was, bent over a large bush of what looked like the most beautiful flowers in the land. Bakura had to suppress a large laugh as she picked one. He wasn’t about to tell her those plants did much the same thing to a human’s skin as poison ivy.

Besides, that could work to his advantage. He had been right in assuming she would have food with her. There was a picnic basket placed not even a meter or two away from her, stuffed to the brim with chicken and fish. That, Bakura decided with a classic smirk, was going to be his dinner for tonight.

Hey now, you're an All Star, get your game on, go play,
Hey now, you're a Rock Star, get the show on, get paid,
And all that glitters is gold,
Only shooting stars break the mold.

In the nearby village, hunters from all around gathered in the square as dusk fell. They had come running out of taverns or modest little houses and were now planning an attack on the swamp home of the much feared spirit. They concluded their hastily made plan by lighting an abundance of touches, grabbing pitchforks and any other sharp objects that were lying around and giving a mighty cheer for their soon-to-be victory.

Hey now, you're an All Star, get your game on, go play,
Hey now, you're a Rock Star, get the show on, get paid,
And all that glitters is gold,
Only shooting stars break the mold.

Bakura sat in his dining table eating the food he had stolen from, the girl earlier when he sensed the presence of the approaching hunters. He frowned in apprehension and annoyance at having to cut his dinner short that evening. Bakura stood up casually and moved to his fire to toss some more firewood on the hearth.

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas,
I need to get myself away from this place,
I said yep what a concept,
I could use a little fuel myself,
And we could all use a little change.

Torches burned brightly in the dark of the night, illuminating the rock walls of the forest paths the village hunters had taken to reach the part of the swamp in which the Spirit lived. The attackers slowed from an enthusiastic run to a slow cautious creeping pace, so as to not alert their prey to the imminent danger he was soon to face.

Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming,
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running,
Didn't make sense not to live for fun,
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb,
So much to do so much to see,
So what's wrong with taking the back streets,
You'll never know if you don't go,
You'll never shine if you don't glow.

Little did they know that Bakura followed them from behind, deathly silent, with a sneaky grin playing across his lips.

Hey now, you're an All Star, get your game on, go play,
Hey now, you're a Rock Star, get the show on, get paid,
And all that glitters is gold,
Only shooting stars break the mold...

Crickets chirped loudly in the unnatural quiet of the darkness as the villagers crowded behind a large set of bushes, looking almost fearfully at the house of the Spirit and watching the glow of the fire Bakura had made dancing across the edges of the windows, as if hoping to distract themselves from what they were about to do.

One of the men reared back a little, whispering to his friend, “Do you really think that thing is in there Tavon?”

The friend gave him a look as if he were an idiot, “Of course it is James.” Then he turned to another of the men beside him as soon as James had turned away and asked quietly, “Hey Mark, you sure that it’s actually in there?”

An eager young man from the back practically leapt to the front of the group.

“I say we strike it down now!” he started for the house, but was quickly grabbed by Tavon and some others.

Mark put his hand over the keen man’s mouth and whispered loudly, “Are you absolutely daft? Do you want it to here us coming? Do you even know what that thing could do to you?”

“Yeah,” James added, “I’ll grind your bones to make its bread.”

“Actually, that’s more the type of thing you’d expect from Giants.” The voice was deep and menacing, making all the men present there freeze on the spot. They all slowly turned around to come face to face with the very Spirit they were supposed to have been hunting. Bakura grinned darkly, his eyes glinting sharply and the tips of his hair floating in the barely noticeable breeze, giving him an appearance of supernatural power.

“As I was saying,” he continued, “Spirits don’t eat bones or things like that. We much more prefer to eat the souls of you pathetic useless mortals. We love to leave you as empty carcasses to rot away unnoticed as we feast on your very essence.”

Mark sprang forward, waving a torch near Bakura’s face.

“Back! Back, beast!” he threatened as Bakura gave him a bland, unimpressed look, “Back! I warn ya!”

The Spirit raised an eyebrow and gave a quick flick of his wrist. Instantaneously every single one of the torches that the men held were extinguished, leaving them only the scarce light of the moon to see their foe. They quaked in fear, voices gone and eyes bugging out.

Bakura smirked, leaning down to whisper to the petrified group, “This is the part where you run away…”

Suddenly the fear that griped the men took hold completely as they all screamed loudly in absolute terror and ran as fast as they could away from the laughing Spirit, most of them tripping or stumbling along the way.

Bakura stopped his laughing to call threateningly, “And STAY OUT!” Then, by chance, he noticed the paper at his feet. One of the men must have dropped it. He picked it up to see a picture of an elf’s face behind iron bars with a caption directly underneath that he read aloud absent mindedly.

“Wanted: Fairy tale creatures.” He sighed and tossed the paper over his shoulder and walked away, back to his home. The paper landed face-up on the dirt path. Now this is where the fun begins in our story…

Okay fanfiction lovers, that was just the first section of the movie. Next up, we go to a bit of the action and meet the next of our protagonists! So everyone who read this, PLEASE review and show me that it’s worth continuing.