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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I wish I did, however, only in my dreams will I own Yami Bakura. And Kaiba. And Malik. And maybe even Yami. Hey, a girl can dream.
SUMMARY/NOTES: Um, I have NO IDEA where this came from and I am hoping against all hope that it doesn't get me kicked off ff.net. Not that it's NC-17 or anything, but it's not happy!fic, that's for sure! It's **really** short, so be warned.
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Blood and Gold
He was blood, and he was gold.
The blood ran like the river Nile across the golden sands of Egypt, staining the ground the very colour of the god of killing, Seth.
In his mind, he could hear the screaming, the vain cries as his victims pled for their lives; pleading for the chance to say goodbye to those they loved. The maniacal laughter as they were denied that last request.
The feel of a sword cutting through flesh. The power of the Shadow Realm coursing through him, filling him with a drug-like stupor. Smelling the blood that stained his hands, his kilt, even his hair.
Always back to blood.
But he was gold, too. gold hung around his neck, weighing him down. It hung in his face, shading his eyes from the burning, golden, sun above him. It even flashed from the Puzzle around his neck, the very thing which controlled the bloody power within him.
Blood and gold intermixing, creating their own colour, their own power. Even now, with the darkness running through him, he felt as if nothing could stop him. He felt like he could take on the very beasts he controlled with the Puzzle and win. Even Exodia himself could not stand against the power the blood and the gold had created.
Somewhere, the child he had once been cried for what had been lost. The death of the Pharaoh, lost to the Shadow Games, leaving the throne of Egypt to his nine-year-old son. And the child ceased to be a child that day. The Shadow Games took him, molding him to their own uses. The bright, shining, golden child became a dull, bloody tool for the darkness.
Somewhere, red-haired Seth was laughing.
Somewhere, Seth's golden father, Ra, smiled down at his child.
And in the shadows of the House of a Million Years, blue eyes cried.
/END
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author's note - "House of a Million Years" is another name for the palace of the Pharaoh.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I wish I did, however, only in my dreams will I own Yami Bakura. And Kaiba. And Malik. And maybe even Yami. Hey, a girl can dream.
SUMMARY/NOTES: Um, I have NO IDEA where this came from and I am hoping against all hope that it doesn't get me kicked off ff.net. Not that it's NC-17 or anything, but it's not happy!fic, that's for sure! It's **really** short, so be warned.
*****
Blood and Gold
He was blood, and he was gold.
The blood ran like the river Nile across the golden sands of Egypt, staining the ground the very colour of the god of killing, Seth.
In his mind, he could hear the screaming, the vain cries as his victims pled for their lives; pleading for the chance to say goodbye to those they loved. The maniacal laughter as they were denied that last request.
The feel of a sword cutting through flesh. The power of the Shadow Realm coursing through him, filling him with a drug-like stupor. Smelling the blood that stained his hands, his kilt, even his hair.
Always back to blood.
But he was gold, too. gold hung around his neck, weighing him down. It hung in his face, shading his eyes from the burning, golden, sun above him. It even flashed from the Puzzle around his neck, the very thing which controlled the bloody power within him.
Blood and gold intermixing, creating their own colour, their own power. Even now, with the darkness running through him, he felt as if nothing could stop him. He felt like he could take on the very beasts he controlled with the Puzzle and win. Even Exodia himself could not stand against the power the blood and the gold had created.
Somewhere, the child he had once been cried for what had been lost. The death of the Pharaoh, lost to the Shadow Games, leaving the throne of Egypt to his nine-year-old son. And the child ceased to be a child that day. The Shadow Games took him, molding him to their own uses. The bright, shining, golden child became a dull, bloody tool for the darkness.
Somewhere, red-haired Seth was laughing.
Somewhere, Seth's golden father, Ra, smiled down at his child.
And in the shadows of the House of a Million Years, blue eyes cried.
/END
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author's note - "House of a Million Years" is another name for the palace of the Pharaoh.
