The YUGIOH! Gang find themselves teaming up with their future selves to hunt down an ancient evil that has been placed in the soul of a young man. Will they stop the darkness or will the DARK ONE rise again?
Yu-Gi-Oh! - Blast to the past
30 years into the future
In the dimly lit chamber of the pharaoh hidden beneath the sands of time in the valley of the dead known by only the select family; the Ishtar's. Who had guarded its existence since the great Pharaoh had died after sealing away a great evil; the creator of the shadow realm – Zork. There stood a tall dark cloaked figure, his face shrouded in the dimness of the large tomb; all that could be seen besides the cloak was his hand and a strange black triangular device attached by his wrist.
Before the cloaked figure was a large traditional Sarcophagi placed upon a stone slab and the sarcophagi thoroughly chained to the slab, it was engraved with various symbols and hieroglyphs. However the image of the dog god of death weighting the souls of the dead on a scale with the beast Amut hungrily waiting below added a certain morbid quality to it.
The cloaked person slowly walked towards the Sarcophagi his body glowing with a black-purple aura, his hand extending towards the resting place of the once nameless pharaoh.
"Your rotting corpse and this lodestone of ancient energies will once again find use in the world of light, through me..."
"Stop right there tomb robber-scum!" shouted a gravelly voice from the other end of the cavernous tomb, behind the cloaked figure. He slowly turned to see the former villain and leader of the rare hunters Marik Ishtar approaching in a brisk stride attired in a peasant tunic and galabiyeh-like robe beneath that, with his old purple cloak attached about his shoulders, akin to the manner his Yami side had once worn it.
As Marik approached the cloaked figure grinned beneath his hood upon seeing the millennium symbol that blazed upon his forehead and the battle city style duel-disk around his arm.
"It's been awhile hasn't it Mr. Ishtar?" announced the cloaked voice in a falsely pleasant tone of voice from beneath his hood, his eyes taking on pale glow, piecing through the shadows concealing his face.
Marik paused upon hearing that familiar voice, a thin trickle of sweat trailed down the side of his face. It had nothing to do with the temperature. Quickly he reached his hand behind him removing his millennium rod from the belt loop at his waist.
"It's been awhile hasn't it Mark?"
"Oh you recognised me right away, I guess wearing this had no point to it" replied the cloaked figure pulling back his hood revealing a gaunt bearded man in his forties. He had black hair and pale sky blue eyes. His face was heavily lined, a large welcoming grin set upon it.
"Save your idiocies for the last time you traitorous scum" announced Marik closing the distance, his eyes hard.
"I guess there's no chance of you walking away on this one huh?" asked Mark his voice firm, though there was the tiniest hint of sadness there.
"No not this time, I've been waiting for you for a while now, for you to finally move onto my territory to get the sarcophagus of Atemu, you won't succeed in wheedling your way into the past"
"So you will stand in my way? Then I shan't hold back, you'll be the next victim of the master's strength" he responded, his blue eyes becoming colder than a block of ice, boring into Marik's own purple eyes.
"Prepare yourself!" an eruption of purple smoke/mist surrounded them both, they soon found themselves in a dome of the shadow realms energy. Marik's eyes widened upon seeing his opponent, he too had the millennium symbol upon his forehead however it was made of bulging flesh beneath his own skin and a red glow appeared at the center of Mark's forehead, where the pupil of the millennium symbol would have been had it been one of the usual variety.
"It doesn't matter how many times I see it, Zork's accursed brand is still as disgusting as ever" muttered Marik, driving off the hungry spirits of the shadow realm with a flare of his millennium energy, the faceless phantoms vanished with a unified wail. Tucking his millennium rod back under his belt, he then activated his duel disk. A myriad of lights flickered, the duel disks card tray transformed ready for battle.
"You'll have to beat me yourself if you want to gain victory this time, those low level spectres that inhabit this place are useless against me" declared Marik pulling out his deck and slotting it into the deck holder
"But of course, though it is rather nostalgic to play this game, I've been oh so busy conquering the allied nations these past few years" replied Mark, his own black duel disk transforming into duelling mode, pulling out his own deck which was surrounded in an aura of its own was then swiftly inserted into his duel disk.
"Prepare to be devoured amongst the eternal shadows!" declared Marik the millennium symbol glowing even brighter.
'You know I must have it Ishtar, even if you stand in my way I won't hold back!"
'Let's duel!' they shouted in unison
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Marik: 8000pts
Mark: 8000pts
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"I summon Drilargo in ATK mode then I'll set 1 card face down and end my turn" said Marik. A large yellow creature with drills for a head and hands appeared before him.
'Is that the best you can do? I play Obliterating Yomi binding to destroy your monster" said Mark. A brown swamp appeared beneath Marik's monster, sucking it under and destroying it.
"Then I'll summon Shining abyss in ATK mode now my beast attack Marik's life points directly!" shouted Mark his large hovering Aztec deity like monster releasing a beam of white energy at Marik.
"Then I'll set 2 cards face down, take it away!" stated Mark, ending his turn.
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Marik: 6400pts
Mark: 8000pts
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"I activate my trap Rope of life; this card allows me to bring back Drilargo back to the field and provides it with an additional 800 ATK points" announced Marik as soon as he drew his next card. His drill based monster was pulled upwards out of the ground by a glowing rope and appeared once again in ATK mode, its arms drills held up in a threatening manner.
"Now Drilargo attack Shining abyss with rage drill strike!" ordered Marik, Mark's monster was then skewered, and exploded in a shower of data particle and duel energy.
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Marik: 6400pts
Mark: 7200pts
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Mark's eyes narrowed slightly, as he took his turn. Pressing the magic/trap activation buttons he then stated to his opponent
"I activate my 2 magic cards the cure masters which boosts my life points by 2000" the two face down cards flipped up revealing two green cards with two elderly women holding healing energy in their hands depicted on the card's picture.
"Then" he continued "I'll play Deep destruction which destroys your monster. Then I'll summon Hysteric Angel, attack him directly!" said Mark; a small sneer appearing on his face as his angel monster struck Marik "Then I'll set 1 card face down and end my turn"
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Marik: 4600pts
Mark: 9200pts
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"This duel is not over yet, now I play monster reborn to revive my fallen monster then I'll sacrifice it to summon Earl of demise, now attack Hysteric Angel!" the well dressed blue skinned zombie ran forward and slashed off the head of the glasses wearing angel with its British fencing sword.
"Then I'll set 1 card face down and I end my turn." said Marik quietly trying to ignore the numbing feeling spreading down his arm, he grown too old to be so casually fighting in the shadow realm, plus his being occupied by Yami had further weakened his resistance to the shadow realm. He had to hold out till he bested Mark and finally send him to the shadow realm, trapped for eternity with his dark master.
Mark drew his next card, stretching his arm out to the side with a graceful sweeping motion, in a manner rather similar to how Yami Yugi over-dramatically drew his cards from his deck.
"I summon people running about in ATK mode" stated Mark as cluster of frightened looking peasants appeared on his side of the field. He then took a card from his hand and slid it into the slot.
"Then I'll activate creature swap which allows me to swap my monster for your monster so Earl of demise is mine. Now attack People running about now!" shouted Mark, the noble attired zombie turned its sword upon the people running about, whom rather aptly ran about in terror, only to be cut down.
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Marik: 3200pts
Mark: 9000pts
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"I have no monsters to play so I'll set 1 card face down and end my turn." muttered Marik, disappointed that he had nothing in his hand that could help him this turn, it seems the heart of the cards were not on his side this draw.
"Say goodbye old friend…I summon the lord of dragons then I'll play 2 flutes of summoning dragon which allows me to summon 3 Black Kushi dragons to the field then I'll activate power merge, this magic card fuses my 3 dragons together and then doubles the new fusion monster's ATK points. Now behold Kushi-Kami shadow dragon with a strength of 8000 now attack directly!" shouted the dark one in triumph as a giant three headed dragon that he'd fusion summoned let out a terrible bestial roar and opening all three mouths struck Marik with a beam of dark energy. Sending him back sprawling onto the hard ground.
"I am victorious" stated the Mark, his voice emotionless as the shadows began to congregate on the fallen Marik
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Marik: 0pts
Mark: 9000pts
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"You won't get away with this…Mark Green" muttered the old man called Marik as he slid into the darkness of the shadow realm. Mark laughed harshly as he picked up the millennium rod and tucked it away inside his robes and cloak. Letting out a deep breath as the foul symbol on his forehead and the dome of shadows faded from existence. He turned back towards his goal and quickly walked towards the sarcophagus with the millennium symbol etched onto the lid and the word 'Atemu' written at its base.
'Now to use the power of the pharaoh to turn back time and rewrite history…' thought Mark gathering his energy and pouring his corrupted aura into the sarcophagus, the Millennium eye on the lid began to glow and the ground began to shake. He felt his master's soul guiding his power into unity with the resting place of the pharaoh, frankly it took far more then he had believed it would, he felt his muscles shaking at having almost all of his shadow energy sucked right of hi and didn't show any signs of slowing down.
"Greedy fucking stone..." he muttered, his gaunt whiskered face drawn and sweating.
'Stop right there!' commanded a quiet cold voice from the entrance of the tomb.
'No the others were also here?!" thought Mark in worry, as his body was being quickly drained to continue his master's plans, he was not in a condition to fight them.
He turned to see Yugi Motou and his friends; Joey Wheeler, Bakura Ryo and Seto Kaiba with their weapons and millennium items ready
"Stand away from the Yami's resting place Mark!" demanded Kaiba drawing out his sword.
"Like you fools can stop me!" scoffed Mark turning away from them he once again placed his hands on the sarcophagus, which immediately began to pulsate with an eerie multi-coloured light.
'I have to finish this quickly!' thought Mark sweat trickling down the side of his face as he sped up the energy drain, he then took a deep breath and prepared to chant, he could hear their footsteps, they were quickly approaching.
"Ich bin ein reizvoller Supermann, der großen Lord Zork, mit unserer kombinierten Energie und Schwärzung dient, entriegele den gayly funkelnden Durchgang der Zeit, also kann ich Atemus volle Energie nehmen, meinen Hauptspeziellen ehrfürchtigen Supersarg noch einmal bitte freizugeben!" he shouted out quickly guiding the energy with these words and his will.
They were getting close, their weapons drawn hissing out of there sheathes, thankfully no projectiles, he'd make it, he had to!
"Great power of the Pharaoh fallen come to me! Reverse the passage of time to its birth!" screamed Mark, his black beard and hair blowing madly in the wind that came from the pharaoh's resting place. Suddenly they were all in a blue tinted vortex,
'At last!' yelled Mark in triumph as time was slowly turned back to its source.
'No!' yelled Joey, he charged at Mark, reaching him before the others. Though he knew of the danger Mark refused to stop.
"Die!" yelled Joey stabbing their cloaked adversary from behind, the blade completely passing through his body and stabbing into the sarcophagus in front of him.
"Gah!" Mark spat out a glob of dark red blood.
"Your time has come" stated Joey twisting the blade inside of Mark, rupturing several vital organs. Mark coughed up more blood, however a grin spread across his face.
"What is so funny traitor?" asked Kaiba who stood a little further back, Yugi at his side.
"I will never truly die, and my mission will never be stopped, for as they say time is relative and even destiny can be changed" uttered Mark, his eyes growing dull and his shoulders sagging.
He fell to the floor dead; Joey's blade slipping out of him, the vortex of swirling energy stopped and then slowly vanished.
"Good job Joey" congratulated Bakura who had remained further back, now walking forward "We finally stopped Zork's last apostle"
"Wait something's wrong" said Kaiba, his lined face paling slightly, as he noticed that their surroundings were different. They were no longer in the tomb of the pharaoh in the valley of the dead they were now in...
"We didn't stop him in time, were back in the past" the others turned to see Domino city back in all its glory, before the dark one had taken over and destroyed it. Along with most of the world.
"Holy crap, I remember this, this is just after the battle city tournament" mused Joey scratching his blond-grey streaked hair as he noticed a newspaper on the ground depicting a younger Yugi on the front cover with the title 'Battle city champ winner'.
Yugi his face lined and his eyes colder than ice, twinkled with the briefest flicker of life, he could change everything!
"You know we could kill the younger Mark, before he gets his full powers and change it so that our future isn't destroyed'" announced Yugi to the others, smiling faintly "and that means that Tea, Mai, Tristan and Mokuba won't die"
"Yeah now let's go find him!' said Kaiba, grinning broadly "And we can see our younger self's to help us"
"No Seto we can't involve them if we can help it, would you ask a group of teens to murder someone?" demanded Bakura, though he certainly agreed with Yugi's suggestion.
The stood in a circle their hands met at the middle, in honor of Tea's circle of friendship, even Kaiba had taken part, who had changed his personality almost completely after his brother had been murdered.
"Come on let's go get Mark and then…" began Bakura
'We kill him' finished Joey grimly; they raised their hands up in a unified motion towards the sky. Their journey to the past had just begun.
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A/N: Well guys I decided to revamp this story a tad and finally finish it, don't get too hyped though I'll be imitating my old style of writing with some minor improvements so the fanfic has the same, or at least similar flow to the original.
P.S – If anyone knows how to speak in German, try translating the chant, you'll be in for a good laugh, especially if you're a fan of little Kuriboh's videos or actually have a sense of humour.