Hello everyone. This is an old fanfic reposted for my own convience. You're welcome to read it, but as I said, it's kind of a plot spoiler for any aiming to read my newer version. This old one will never be finished. But hey, it might catch your attention and inspire you to read the other version.
Disclaimers: I no own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Warnings: Um, mentions of death and slight mentioning of gore. Nothing too bad.
Thunder flashed in the heavens, rain poured from the black sky. A small child stood in the downpour, clad in a muddy tunic. Trees swayed in the fierce winds, leaves swirling around him. The forest was eerily silent in the darkness, yet it did not bother him. He only stood there, staring at the remains of what once his home. Now it was nothing but a pile of ash, the rain quenching the fire's flame long ago. He could still see blood running down the walls; hear the screams and cries of the servants and his family.
The rain beat down on him harder, as in punishing him for surviving the massacre. He turned and stumbled away from the ruins, not knowing where he was headed. His only thought was to move. To get as far away from his former home as possible. He ignored the pain he received from the forest's brambles, and his shivers. What did it matter that he was cold, he was all alone now.
Who would care if he died within these woods? Humans knew nothing of his kind, or that he even existed. He was far away from any human settlement, and their roads did not extend this far. There was nothing and no one in this endless maze of trees. He stumbled and fell, then just lied there, unable to get up, nor did he find any reason to. He closed his eyes; sleep claiming him amid the howling wind and pounding rain.
There was throb in the darkness around him. He stirred, feeling a strange presence nearby, one that possessed a powerful aura. "Wake," a voice whispered. He frowned, struggling to find his way back to the waking world. "Open your eyes little one," the voice whispered. Somehow, he managed to open his eyes.
Rain pelted against his face, he was cold, and utterly soaked. Slowly, he turned his head to face the source of the strong aura. A figure stood cloaked in the gloom a few feet from him. "Come here, child," it whispered. Why? His family was dead, his home was destroyed. What was the point of living? "Come. Do not give up."
He merely gazed at the figure, the world beginning to fade around him once more. "Don't give up." The voice came fainter now. He looked again at the figure, without realizing it, he had found his way to his feet. He took an unsteady step towards the stranger, and nearly collapsed, falling to his knees. He pushed himself up again, swaying as the wind and rain wore at him. Another step, the figure held his arms open for him. Another step, the figure reached for him. He stumbled, and fell into the stranger's arms.
Warmth surrounded him, and he buried his face against the soft fabric of the stranger's cloak. Arms encircled him, wrapping him within their warm embrace, holding him against the stranger's cloak. Hands stroked him, and a voice whispered softly into his ears. "Sleep, little one." His eyes slipped closed, and his head fell against the stranger's chest. Deep blue eyes smiled gently down at the sleeping child.
The stranger turned and stepped within the swirling shadows. They brushed lovingly against him, and circled around the child in his arms. They were curious about the child, for one so young, he had a strong aura. The shadows vanished, taking the child and their master with them. There was no sign that anyone had ever stood among the dripping trees.