A/N Hello, and welcome to my new fic. This story is based on the rare pair Vector x Zexal II and later on the pair Nasch x Zexal II. I really hope this is a well received with in the fandom and I hope people like my take on the past lives of Vector and Nasch.

Warnings: Rape, sex, genderbend, and gore(May or may not be relevant.)

The legend of the cursed royal palace. A prince who governed this island used to dwell inside this royal palace. He was childish and had no faith in humanity. He doubted everyone and anyone, casting judgement upon them. He lived as a person who stole the lives from everyone around him, and as the last standing, the prince severed his own life as well. The cursed legend…

96 and Vector arrive on an island in the southern Pacific Ocean. On said island, there lies an enormous castle, decrepit and in ruins from hundreds of years of exposure to the elements. The leader of the pair, a human with purple eyes and orange hair that stands up almost like a carrot, stands in the entrance to the ruins.

"So you think this is where a number resides, Vector?" his accomplice asks. The inhuman black figure floats through the entrance, seemingly not giving a single fuck about anything around him.

"I don't 'think' I know it's here." he answers back.

"And it hasn't been touched by that despicable Astral or his human dog?" The being hissed in anger, the mere thought of his light half being a step ahead of him caused his anger to spike.

"Rest assured, 96, no one has been here. This island hasn't had a human on it in centuries." Vector said reassuring his partner.

"Well good. Now come on, we can't just sit here and admire the scenery. Knowing Astral, he'll probably be here soon." 96 huffed. Vector nodded and followed him. He suddenly stopped. He felt as though electricity had passed through his body. 'What is this feeling?!' he thought, clutching his head. "It's like every hair on my body is standing on end." he stuttered, quietly, feeling shivers climb up and down his spine.

"Is there a problem?" 96 said looking back.

"Um, no, it's nothing." Vector said trying to regain his composure.

"Then hurry up." Vector nodded and followed the number. Walking down the halls of the long abandoned castle, soon felt like walking through a maze. The halls could stretch the entire length of the island. Rooms seemed to be no more than dead ends and the only way to move to the different levels were to find hidden stairwells. Coming to a three-way intersection in the middle of the building, they found 3 separate halls, each leading different ways.

"So, any idea where the number is?" 96 questioned. Vector looked at him, somewhat pissed that the duty of finding the cards was all on him. Looking slowly at each path, he felt the same electric feeling pass through him as he stared ahead.

'That feeling's back.' he thought. 'What is it with this island? I never been here before, so why do I get a feeling of déja vu?' Continuing with his inspection, Vector immediately knew where each hall went. The on to the far left lead to a torture chamber, far below the building. The center hall lead to another intersection, which then lead to the dining hall. And finally, the one to the right, the one he was standing in front of at the moment, lead to a stairwell that lead to the sleeping quarters of the long deceased owners.

"I think it's…" Vector starts pointing towards the hall to the left but he soon changes direction and pointed to the hall in front of him. "I think it's this one." he concluded

"Are you certain?" The number asked.

"Well, it's the best I can come up with," Vector said angrily. "and it's not like you're helping me." he retorted.

"Fine, lets go." 96 said flying down the path. Vector followed slowly behind. Why did he chose this path? He knew for certain that they should have went left but some unknown force had told him that the right held something more important.

"Pahh, that's the last time I listen to myself." he huffed, angry at his stupid mistake. The pair walked in silence as they had nothing to say to each other.

"You appear to have something on your mind. Is it and explanation of your abnormal behavior lately?" 96 questioned.

"Huh, no, it's nothing. Now stop asking questions that don't pertain to you." Vector responded. The number was satisfied with his response. Going up a large flight of steps, the walls started to show images drawn on them from the centuries before. 96 passed by without a second glance. Vector, however, found himself looking at the story they told. Many depicted the mass murders of what seemed to be the conquered people. He couldn't help but laugh.

'Humans and their weak souls. A mass of them dies off and they must make sure the whole world knows.' he thought with a chuckle. As the walk continued the images held mostly the same concept. Masses of people being slaughtered and fleeing for their lives, only to be caught a few panels over with their heads being sliced off. Overall it was not something for the weak to see. Being so indulged with the art, Vector did not notice the sudden corner, or the fact that 96 seemed to have stopped.

"Hey, watch where you're going, you fool!" barked the number.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't stop in the middle of the fucking hall! You're the idiot, here!" the barian snapped. The number glared at him before returning his gaze to the wall.

"Well, I though since you seemed to be enjoying the interior decor so much, you might want to see this." he said, raising his arm in a dramatic fashion, indicating the painting he was referring to. Vector made a very audible gasp. On the wall there was a highly detailed portrait of what seemed to be a king, but the most shocking thing was the person portrayed looked exactly like Vector.

"But how?" was all he could say in his shock. The king (possibly prince?) wore his usual sadistic grin, something that made the similarities uncanny.

"Ha, I guess you were once a human. HA!" 96 laughed.

"Shut up!" Vector snapped. 'No it's impossible! I'm no human and I never was, but this would explain why I know this place so well. No it can't be, I'm a barian lord! I never was something as lowly as a human.' he thought, but even he could tell that he was lying to himself.

96 kept laughing, the thought of his associate being a human was enough to bring joy to his dark soul.

"Fine, lets continue."

They came to the top of the castle only to find that the number was not there.

"Pah, you lead us down the wrong path. Now because of your stupidity, we might not get the number." 96 growled. Vector wasn't listening, however, for he was too distracted.

'Again with the visions!' he thought, doubling over as he felt his head throb. Raising his head again he found that 96 was gone.

'What is this?' The hallway was lit in contrast to how dark it had been only seconds before. Spinning around he found a woman walking out of a nearby room.

"What are you doing in here!" he shouted, startling her.

"I'm-I'm sorry, my lord, I was just coming out so I could get you." She stuttered, clearly in fear of Vector.

"What? Lord?!" he spat. The vision dissipated and he found himself back in the dark hall from before. 'What was that?' 96 turned around and glared at him.

"Will you stop shouting! Someone might hear us." He hissed.

"Hm."

"Good enough, now tell me: Where. Is. The. Number."

"Just let me think, okay!" Vector said looking at the different rooms.

"Hey, Astral, do you think the number is up here?" Yumas voice echoed through the hall.

"Shit, it's Astral!" 96 said in a low whisper. "We have to leave NOW!" he said as he started floating away from the stairwell.

"No, not there. That way leads to a dead end." Vector said looking over his shoulder. A light could be seen from the corner, clearly from whatever light source they were using to illuminate their path. "Here, let's hide in here and wait for them to pass." he said pointing to his left. 96 gave him a quizzical look at the suggestion, but complied.

"You better be right." he huffed. The room they were in was dark with only a window for natural sunlight to come in, except it was covered by curtains littered with moth holes.

"Well, this is homey." 96 commented sarcastically. Vector wasn't listening again. He walked across the room to a wall that was also covered. Reaching up to rip it down, it gave no resistance as if fell to the ground with a soft thud.

'No, not again.' he dreaded looking at the image that was now revealed. On the wall was another portrait like the one from before, but this one portrayed a woman holding a baby.

"It's them." Vector gasped as he looked up. It looked just like Yuma and Astral's Zexal form; however, this clearly wasn't the master duelist he had meet at the Sargross.

"What do you mean? Who are these people."

"It's Zexal."

"What do you mean? Zexal looks nothing like this, and this is clearly a female." said a confused 96.

"No, they unlocked a new form when I dueled them in the Sargross."

"So you're saying that this is them?"

"I really don't know." Vector said putting his hand a the wall. Everything was just so shocking. Not only was this Zexal, but the child she held looked just like him. Looking at 96, he felt relief when he realized that the number had not made the comparison yet.

"Who are you?" he said under his breath. He closed his eyes, trying to clear his head. Opening them again, he realized he was experiencing another vision like before.

'Not again.' Looking over his shoulder, his eyes met with the other person in the room. It was the lady from the mural.

"Do you want to hold your son?" she asked rocking the child in her arms.

"My son?"

"Well, yes, I thought you would want to see him." she said hesitantly, as though she was worried about something. He was about to say something when her image started to fade.

'Is she a part of my past, too?'

"Vector let's move." 96 said looking out the doorway. Vector took one last look before turning.

'Who was she and what does she have to do with my past?'

A/N And this concludes the first chapter. I don't really have much to say right now so please review and see you next time. Yami Gir signing off!