Summary:
Two boys were killed on the same day, by the same force...until, five years later, one bound to a promise, one bound to revenge, they try to kill their one adversary-Seto Kaiba. But will this friend of Noah's conscience get in the way? No OCs...you'll have to read to find out who Noah's friend is. ^^
Ohayo, minna-san...
This is going to be a slightly A/U fic, with angsty bits and pieces. May contain YAOI in the future, I'm not sure...seeing as how this will turn out, probably.
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Agony-Prologue
I was a child. A child when he found me.
We were both ghosts...yet what we were doing that day could have been no more different than it already was.
I floated with content ease around a corner, towards the richer part of Domino City, biding my time.
That was when I saw him. He was levitating there in the air, watching contemptuously with bloodshot eyes as he gazed down at a man...
A man leading two youths, the oldest no more than ten years old, toward a mansion.
As he descended, I descended. I had not seen another spirit for months, and my own wonder betrayed me as I followed him into the looming household. My soul had always mused about why I was bound to be chained forever to the earth, why I laid dormant within a town I could no longer make contact with, why I didn't rise into Elysian like I had always supposed. Now was the time to seek out answers...
We weaved through the hallways, me dwelling in the shadows as I tagged meticulously after the spirit of the other boy. He stalled for a moment in the frame of a door, still as still can be. For a moment, I stayed where I was, straining my neck to see and not be seen. Frowning as my eyes made no contact with my objective, I crept closer.
That was when the hand reached out and grasped mine, and his eyes-those piercing, dark eyes, moody and ever changing-glared into my face.
"Who the hell are you?" he hissed, boring into my head with those shadowed orbs. Not shadowed exactly-the shadow hovered, but didn't rest, over the bottomless irises, foreboding and tired, alive and flaming.
"One like you." I answered, wrenching my without substance arm away from him.
An angled smile lit up his pale face, and I studied him vividly in the few seconds before his reply.
"I doubt it," he scoffed, turning around to gaze into the living room again.
"What are you doing here anyway? Nothing special around. Unless you like the comfort of a five thousand dollar arm chair you can't feel."
His eyes glazed over, and an invisible wind flailed through his green hair. Perhaps spirits were able to do that when they wanted-I surely didn't know, I was new to death.
"This is my home. Was my home." He responded softly, a hint of harshness ringing in his voice.
"Oh. I'm sorry."
Were ghosts touchy about where they used to live like humans are when discussing how old they were? I told you, I'm a rookie.
My amber eyes flitted toward another part of the room, where the boy who had arrived with the man was playing with what seemed to be his brother.
"Your family?" I asked, but immediately froze up as I reflected on how he would react.
I hate the meaning of improvisation.
"No." He answered shortly, the anger flaming in his eyes again.
Uneasily shifting to the side of the doorframe, I blinked.
"Nice place. Great furniture. Who are you, anyway?" I asked, changing the subject.
He tilted his head, and a spark of distrust flickered in the green-haired boy's eyes.
"What do you care?" he questioned testily. Not sarcastically. Just a bit tense.
I shrugged. "You're the first spirit I met. Since I died, of course."
He nodded, and there was a bout of silence.
"I'm not supposed to be dead."
His abrupt statement caught me by surprise, and I jumped a little. Blinking rapidly, I questioned vaguely, "Really?"
That sounded stupid.
Meanwhile, I wondered what he meant. It could be a number of things...
Murder. Suicide. Manipulation. Accidents.
Whoever (or whatever) had done it succeeded. That was probably the main point.
"I hate him."
Kami-sama, this boy had a reputation for being brusque.
"Er-Who?"
He gazed into the living room again, focusing with indefinable hatred at the two brothers.
I studied them myself. There weren't so bad...a boy about the age of the spirit next to me; neat brown hair, soaring sapphire blue eyes, and a pale complexion. The other was a laughing, innocent mass of wild black hair, and round, cobalt orbs.
An ache of longing passed through my mind, reminding me of my younger sister. This boy was so lucky...he got to be alive. Alive and with the person he probably treasured most...
Shaking myself from deliberating over my (past) life, I waited for the spirit's answer.
"Their father. Their stepfather."
He pointed with revulsion toward the pair of two boys.
Perhaps he was jealous that his father might like the two boys better. If that man outside the mansion was his father...
Why did he want a father? My father had forgotten to pick me and Little Sister up after her school play, and when we started to walk home...that was when everything passed in a blur. I pushed the most important person to me in the world onto the sidewalk when the impending crash from that car came on. Of course, the rest is history.
"Fathers aren't all that."
I couldn't help it. It was infuriating...if only Dad had remembered that Little Sister was going to be Cinderella in the evening production, I would still be alive. So much for genetic love.
"I know."
His answer was spat out like a curse word. Okay, maybe he didn't have that much of a good past either.
I looked toward him, and started to sheepishly propose something.
"Want to be friends?"
I was ten, people, ten.
He looked at me, and blinked as I held out my hand.
Slowly, he began to shake it.
"Al right. But you have to promise me something."
I shrugged. "Yeah, sure. That would be a good way to start out."
He locked his eyes onto mine, and gripped my hand tighter.
"You have to promise to help me win back my title as a Kaiba."
I forgot where I had heard that name before, and I nonchalantly agreed to his plan.
"I promise."
We both nodded solemnly, and began to float back down the hallway.
"Wait, what's your name?"
He glanced toward me as we entered the courtyard.
"Noah Kaiba."
"Jounouchi Katsuya. Call me Jou."
"Nice to meet you...Jou."
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Bet you guys weren't expecting that until the last few paragraphs (the sister thing kinda tipped it off). This is probably going to get slightly confusing in the future...and could anyway tell me about Noah Kaiba? Like what color his eyes are? I'm deliberating over green or brown... -_- Anyway, read and review...^^