Disclaimer: YuGiOh and all it's characters are not mine. This is simply a fanfiction.
Warning: The story's current rating is rated M for language, violence, drugs, and other darker or heavier things.
Please remember that this is a fanfiction, therefore some of the locations and characters are not from YuGiOh at all and were added to help fully create my story.
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Prologue
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Off on the distant horizon, the day was about to burst forth with a challenging new light. As it stretched its lengthy arms and beckoned the soldiers of the Fates out of Hades, it called to them that the time was right to prepare for a glorious battle.
To the naked eye, each ray of light that peered over the edge of the Earth was simply the start of another day, but something much more sinister was being orchestrated in a dark realm which no human being could see.
They had decided to insinuate their master plan on this exact morning, for they knew their three male victims were ripe for the picking and just needed to be prodded together to clash into an earsplitting harmony that would perfectly compliment their grand scheme, and predictably end in a symphony of destruction.
Today, it announced to its army of demons, they would plant a seed of death deep within the bones of the one named Ryou, and they laughed manically as one, for they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that one as tender and weak as him couldn't possibly handle such suffrage, and they were positive that he would quickly be eliminated.
Today, it reminded its chariots of fire, they would infiltrate the mind of the one named Seto once more, and send their most powerful fiends deep into the recesses of his soul to stir up those heinous things he longed to forget or control, and grins of pleasure filled up their malevolent faces, for they were certain that no person could carry the weight or bear the scars which were heavy on his spirit, and they wrote him off as a mortal that would soon be the conductor of his own demise.
Today, it shouted to its patient assassins, they would unleash each and every one of its torturous counterparts and seep into the heart of the one named Joey, and piece by piece eat away at everything he held dear, and they released a mighty and pre-victorious battle cry, for they had determined that he was nothing greater than the heel of Achilles, and pridefully stated to one another that he would crumble into nothing before three hundred sunrises and sunsets could be seen.
Today, it seethed, the meetings and events that had been planned from the moment time began would be set into motion, and it would be the beginning of a beautiful nightmare.
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Three years earlier
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There he was again.
That same, sweet, beautiful face that had made Ryou Bakura blush at the sight.
It had been the first and only time in his life so far that he had felt attracted to anybody. He had only been thirteen years old at the time, and he had known from taking one look at this boy that things were going to get complicated, quickly. This other boy had a year on him, was immensely popular, and viewed as a god by all the girls. Ryou had every doubt in his mind that he would ever have a chance with this guy, no matter what he did, due to his age and high rank with women. Yet, Ryou had hope that this god wasn't completely infatuated with the females, and that instilled in him a bit of blind faith.
Brushing off his negativity and taking a few soulful breaths, Ryou decided to give it a shot. Slowly, awkwardly, he had approached the boy in the hallway after school one Tuesday. As he had gotten closer, he had caught a glimpse at those gorgeous green eyes and chestnut brown hair that had so poetically inspired and engulfed Ryou's small world. Suddenly, to his surprise, the boy had turned and seen him approaching. He smiled, revealing his perfect porcelain teeth.
"Hey, Ryou, what's new?" he had said coolly, leaning back against his locker.
Ryou had been shocked that he knew his name, and could feel himself getting warmer.
"Oh, hey Brian. Not a whole lot...just...on my way over to my locker to get some things and…"
Brian had leaned down closer, giving Ryou a whiff of his musky odor. "You didn't come over here to ask me something, did you?"
From the pit of his stomach, Ryou could feel the tension rising. "Well, as a matter of fact, yes. You see, I'm not the kind of person to beat around the bush, and I've been meaning to tell you something for quite some time now..."
Brian had raised one eyebrow in mock curiosity. "Oh really now? What is it you have been wanting to tell me, my British friend?"
Ryou had glanced down at his feet, in fear of his fatal attraction becoming too obvious too soon. "Brian, are you doing anything this Friday night?"
He chuckled and dusted some hair out of Ryou's face. The instant that Brian's hand brushed against Ryou's skin he felt strong shivers down his spine.
"That depends." Brian said quietly, leaning in closer. "What are you asking?"
In the heat of the moment, poor Ryou had been so overcome by his god's closeness that his intuition was restricted not only from letting him see how awfully he was being played, but from noticing that several other schoolmates were now gathered around and watching like vultures awaiting the death of their prey..
"Well, Brian, I was hoping you could accompany me to the movies come Friday, and perhaps go dine in a restaurant afterwards, and mayb--"
A collection of laughter violently exploded in Ryou's face, instantly breaking his trance and flooding him with embarrassment and shame.
Holding back tears, he clutched his books tighter and turned, running as fast as he could.
"Did you see the look on his face, man?" Ryou heard Brian say. "That British freak was totally asking me out on a date with him!"
Ryou could feel his heart dissolving in two. "Yeah, dude. He was scary polite."
"He's not normal!" Ryou heard a female voice say. "The British boy's a queer!"
All the school seemed to be taunting Ryou, and with every step he took all he though about was how foolish he had been in trying to ask out a guy. Back in England, the worst thing that would have happened to him would have been a polite, 'no, thank you', but things were very different here in America. Ryou was beginning to discover how cold hearted these kids were, and it made him long to return to his home.
How come he had to be attracted to boys, anyway? All the other guys went berserk at the sight of a female body, but Ryou had never felt that way towards one. The boys around him had always been the objects of his desire, yet like Eve and the forbidden fruit, he was not allowed to touch or taste them, for the result would be death.
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