Obeah
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh. Other, much richer people however, do.
Timeline: After Pegasus, before Battle City, with a few minor differences in canon continuality…Ahh…just trust me, kay?
Warnings: AU, Characters will become OOC in time, violence, language, symbolism, the supernatural will be prominent, yaoi, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Note: The title Obeah is Creole for spirit theft. It will make more sense as the story progresses…promise.
Prologue
Jounouchi began to walk.
It began as it always had before. The dream, the vision, the glimpse into a world that was so alien and so maddeningly familiar at once – he was trapped again there.
The halls were devoid of all presence. He slipped through them, the shadows concealing his slight form as he made his way (as always) towards a glowing doorway. His fingers brushed one of the walls as he passed a darkened archway. Though he could not see them, had never seen them, he knew that his fingers ran across the murals that decorated the whitewashed mud brick walls. He paused. Here were his favorites. Isis bundling up her husband's remains and breathing new life into Osiris, now the god of the dead. Renewal, Rebirth; the tale had brought a small measure of comfort to him. He wanted to change, be better than the insignificant peasant-turned-servant that he was.
He wanted to be worthy.
Be careful what you wish for…the voice that was his and yet not said with a hint of fear and a great deal of bitterness.
Jounouchi shook his head. It was hard not to lose himself here, hard to keep himself separate from the thoughts and feelings that were obviously not his own.
I am not a servant. I am a normal Japanese boy, with normal (well maybe not all that normal) friends, a broken (but still for all other purposes normal) family, boring school, and an undone pile of homework the size of Kaiba's ego sitting on my desk. I don't BELONG here.
An amused chuckle slipped past his lips. Of course he belonged here. The palace was his home as long as he served his master. He was needed.
The laughter grew dark.
He was needed…the pharaoh NEEDED him. Not to fill his cup with wine, nor to protect his back with arms…no he was needed in a way that made him cringe. What in Ra's name had he done to be so worthy of this great task, this burden, this horror.
This is not real, a voice screamed in his mind; his own and yet not so. I don't belong here.
The door loomed in front of him, beckoning.
He stepped inside…
And woke to a sweat soaked bed, covers twisted painfully around his limbs. Trembling, Jounouchi took stock of his surroundings: manga littered floor, rumpled school uniform hanging in a corner, his prized Duel Monsters deck occupying a place of prestige on the single shelf that housed his few treasured possessions.
Yep, all his. Definitely his room, where he belonged. No question about it.
Right?
Jounouchi wasn't sure anymore.
His hand brushed against the heavy gold ankh hanging around his neck as he adjusted his bedding and clamped shut his eyes in an attempt to scamper back to the land of Nod and get a decent amount of sleep before school started. No need to be caught sleeping in class and have the teacher jump down his throat for passing out during one of his oh-so-interesting monotonous lectures. Again.
Nope, couldn't have that at all.
Be careful what you wish for.
"…too weird…"
He blacked out.
Hmmmmmmmm……is this worth continuing? Any suggestions would be welcomed.