Chapter 1:
Title: Shadow Wars Inc.
Author: Fairyfae
Rating: PG
Pairing: SetoxYami
Genre: Action, Romance
Spoilers: None of which I am aware.
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Me no own...TT (Snuggles Seto plushie)
Summary: Memories long since forgotten have reemerged to haunt Seto. The world is suffering random and unimaginable attacks. Seto suspects his company is involved in weapons dealing and a Pharaoh is brought back to life for a limited time to stop a supernatural disaster and to save his undeclared love
"Darn! Why are these halls always so cold," a dark figure whispered while hugging the wall and rushing down the hallway. In one hand he carried a small jacket. The other hand, he used to guide him through the creeping shadows which seemed to delight in testing his courage and obscuring his sense of direction. Although he knew no one should be about at this time, he could not stop himself from darting his head nervously about in an attempt to spot anyone lurking among the ominous seeming shadows.
At a corner, he slowed down to get his bearings. After all, none of the children at the orphanage were allowed down the sacrosanct halls that ran in front of the head master's office. He wouldn't be here either if it wasn't for that fool. Earlier that day, on the playground, the idiot tricked his baby brother into a rigged contest. As a result his brother lost his jacket and he, himself, was in the process of losing, what he estimated would be approximately four hours of sleep. On top of that, the brain donor was too stupid to give the jacket back after being beaten an unrigged game of his own choice. Needless to say, reclaiming the jacket required the strategic use of force. The figure swiped at a tickle on his forehead and his hand came away wet. He paused to look at it.
"Dang! Dang! Double Dang! Blood!" he thought to himself. "I'm going to have to clean that up before I creep into bed." Already he was pushing the time limit. If he did not get back to his dormitory soon, the night attendant would notice his absence.
The figure was about to continue when he noticed a sliver of light trickling around the corner. The few remaining cuss words he knew and had yet to use that night flew through his mind. The whole point of taking this route was to avoid detection. No one should be in these halls at this time at night. He contemplated his options. It was already to late to go back and try his luck at sneaking past the dormitory's night attendant without getting himself and everyone else on his wing in trouble for breaking curfew. He mentally crossed his fingers. Maybe someone just left a light on in an office.
The figure crouched down and crept slowly around the corner. In front of him was a door, slightly ajar, with a window. Only the head master's office had any glass. If only he could make it past that door without detection, he could cut across the cafeteria, out the back door, and make it to the window he had left open in the dormitory hall. He focused and straining, he could just hear the mumble of low voices. He was too far away to tell what they were saying or even to figure out how many people were in the room. However, he could feel the menacing quality, the cutting edge to the sound as it floated down the hallway. It seemed almost as if the shadows dancing around him had found a voice and that voice was whispering sweet nothings of blood and death.
The figure hesitated. His instincts screamed at him to go back the way he came, to not risk darting in front of the room's doorway. However, this figure suffered from a strong need to know, things good and evil. The young figure crept closer to the door and strained to make out what the voices were saying, his heart pounding out an echoing rhythm determined to make him aware of all the hollow spaces in his body.
Seto's body jack-knifed up in bed, droplets of sweat ambling down his chest, the waistband of his pants already soaked from sweat that had previously competed the same journey. He swiped a shaking hand through his hair, slicking back the soaked mess. He fought his way free of the sheets that had tangled around his legs and stumbled to the window. He leaned his too hot forehead against the cool glass and shut his eyes.
He thought he had defeated all the demons of his past. They were supposed to have all been laid to rest, leaving only battles with the demons of the present and future. As Seto stared out at the night-time façade of the Kaiba Estate, he could not help but wonder, of all the demons, all the darkness that he once harbored in his heart, mind and soul, why are these memories the ones that are coming back to haunt him at night. Why these memories, and why now of all times?
Half a world away, in the heart of a fossilized kingdom, regenerated red eyes blinked open for the first time in three thousand years.