Resurrection of a Demon
Kelly Noel
March 05, 2004- April 26, 2004
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Authoress Notes:
Poor YnKN hit a bit of writer's block, but she'll be back with a new chapter of Fantasy next week, I'd hope. Enough about her though, I've been pondering a Seto and Bakura centered fic for a while now, so I figured, "Eh… what the hell, why not?" So here you go!
I really don't know if this will be Shonen-Ai (I'm too "innocent" to write YAOI *wink*), so just keep that in mind if you're a homophobic. I don't want, or need those kinds of reviews right now… *narrows eyes*
Disclaimer: Takahashi beat me to it, so no, I don't own YGO. I got new sneakers though! What that has to do with anything, I have no idea, but my sneakers are really spiffin'! ^-^
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Prologue:
"I need a favor…"
It all began with those words. The day our dramatic first step was stumbled. The day we broke the laws of nature themselves. It was on this day, that time seized to continue and the dead rose from their graves. It was on this day I became tangled within his family's web of lies and corruption; slowly choking me with a noose he'd worn all his life.
"I need a favor…"
Four tiny, insignificant words by themselves, forming a sentence that was the key to opening Pandora's box. Unleashing the most corrupt and dangerous plan to ever be contemplated by a human mind. Then again, I suppose, his mind wasn't like that of a human's. No, it was much deeper, much more complex, much darker than normal human minds. Despite my genius, not even I could comprehend the demons that lurked within every concave of his mentality.
"I need a favor..."
The words still ring within my skull, buzzing with a sweet innocence, but at the same time, so many dark intentions; so many twisted paths to this discourse. A maze, or rather, labyrinth, each step I took symbolized with every letter. Every letter strung to another with a thread of his silver tongue, forming words, but not quite enough to get out of the confusing warren. And so, dying for the way out of this I continued to listen as his tea, somewhat nervously, sloshed around in his cup. His lips never touching the rim of the delicately painted china, but rather spewing more words. It did not get me out of the maze, no. Foolishly I continued to listen, the maze growing more complex, more terrifying… and it was then that finally realized:
"I need a favor…"
I was trapped.
And he was my only way out.
Kelly Noel
March 05, 2004- April 26, 2004
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Authoress Notes:
Poor YnKN hit a bit of writer's block, but she'll be back with a new chapter of Fantasy next week, I'd hope. Enough about her though, I've been pondering a Seto and Bakura centered fic for a while now, so I figured, "Eh… what the hell, why not?" So here you go!
I really don't know if this will be Shonen-Ai (I'm too "innocent" to write YAOI *wink*), so just keep that in mind if you're a homophobic. I don't want, or need those kinds of reviews right now… *narrows eyes*
Disclaimer: Takahashi beat me to it, so no, I don't own YGO. I got new sneakers though! What that has to do with anything, I have no idea, but my sneakers are really spiffin'! ^-^
~*~ … ~*~~*~ … ~*~~*~ … ~*~~*~ … ~*~~*~ … ~*~~*~ … ~*~
Prologue:
"I need a favor…"
It all began with those words. The day our dramatic first step was stumbled. The day we broke the laws of nature themselves. It was on this day, that time seized to continue and the dead rose from their graves. It was on this day I became tangled within his family's web of lies and corruption; slowly choking me with a noose he'd worn all his life.
"I need a favor…"
Four tiny, insignificant words by themselves, forming a sentence that was the key to opening Pandora's box. Unleashing the most corrupt and dangerous plan to ever be contemplated by a human mind. Then again, I suppose, his mind wasn't like that of a human's. No, it was much deeper, much more complex, much darker than normal human minds. Despite my genius, not even I could comprehend the demons that lurked within every concave of his mentality.
"I need a favor..."
The words still ring within my skull, buzzing with a sweet innocence, but at the same time, so many dark intentions; so many twisted paths to this discourse. A maze, or rather, labyrinth, each step I took symbolized with every letter. Every letter strung to another with a thread of his silver tongue, forming words, but not quite enough to get out of the confusing warren. And so, dying for the way out of this I continued to listen as his tea, somewhat nervously, sloshed around in his cup. His lips never touching the rim of the delicately painted china, but rather spewing more words. It did not get me out of the maze, no. Foolishly I continued to listen, the maze growing more complex, more terrifying… and it was then that finally realized:
"I need a favor…"
I was trapped.
And he was my only way out.