For the sake of overcoming and getting around our own confusion. Edhelwen and I are referring to Yami Marik as Melvin, like from Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged. We find it easier to keep track of the characters that way. So Melvin is not an OC he is Yami Marik. Thank you.
This Chapter has been edited.
Disclaimer: Edhelwen and Myself, do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or its characters. This fiction is written purely for entertainment purposes and to satisfy our own perverted fetishes.
The heavy suffocating essence of magic filled the air. Its influence so profound and strong that even the weather had changed, responding to the dark energies at work. Clouds swirled overhead in a daunting vortex, giving away the location of the magic being conjured. The source of the strong magical aura could be traced back to a laboratory within the confines of Domino University, where a professor worked secretly after hours. Inside the Laboratory candles were lit strategically around the room casting light on various magic circles and runes carved and painted across the floors and walls. Strange incantations filled the air as a dark soul worked to complete his dangerous spell.
Melvin stood among his magic paraphernalia dressed in nothing but a sarong, strange ancient Egyptian runes and hieroglyphs painted on his glistening bronze skin. His hair was slicked back from sweat, but still defied gravity by sticking out in its usual many directions. The light of the candles flickered on his sweat shined skin casting long shadows across his body as the vengeful soul repeated his incantations like a mantra. For hours Melvin had been at work constructing this spell, months of research had been poured into this project and tonight would see the consummation of all his efforts. Revenge finally in his grasp.
Outside the wind howled in response to the heavy amounts of magic. The trees creaked and scratched against the outside windows as if to voice their protest. The magic was unnatural, it would bend the barriers of time and space, and as such was forbidden. But Melvin cared nothing of this. After so long he would attain his revenge on the Pharaoh and that wretched thief along with him. So he continued his efforts, time was against him and Melvin was closing in on the final hour. The incantations and the ritual summons must be completed at the stroke of one for the spell to be activated properly. If he failed he would not get another chance for six months. For tonight it was the shortest day of the year. And the next time the spell could be performed was the longest day of the year, and Melvin refused to wait that long, not when he could accomplish his goal tonight.
Using a paint brush Melvin set to completing the final part of the summoning ritual. He picked up a knife he had sitting aside and carefully broke the skin on his arm, watching as his blood oozed from the wound. Without a moments hesitation he applied the blood to the tip of the paint brush and began drawing the final magic circle on the ground. This one was the most important one. He had to get it right. Melvin took a moment to check back to his ancient text, making sure he was writing the right symbols in the correct order. He flipped the page absently and noticed foreign handwriting on the parchment. His mind instantly recognized the messy handwriting of his former host, and light, Malik. Against his better judgement Melvin let himself be distracted by the silly notes the boy had written in the text when he had used it for study many years prior. His silly host was such a bad student and failed time and time again to stay on task, and the random notes in this text bore proof to that. Melvin who as fate would have it became a professor at Domino University found Malik's lack of study ethics amusing and highly ironic.
Melvin was about to continue the transferring of the ancient symbols from paper to floor when his attention was once again drawn to one of Malik's stupid musings, this one said something about Motorcycles. Melvin quite distracted now read to himself, "Bakura groped me. Me of all people! And while on a motorcycle. He must not realize how dangerous that is, and doing someone on a motorcycle sounds extremely uncomfortable. Not that it wouldn't hurt to find out..."
The dark soul tore himself away from the note and shook his head to clear out the images. He grumbled silently to himself as dark thoughts went through his mind. Bakura would suffer, he would make sure of that. He had just been given one more reason to hate that thief, nobody touched his light, nobody. That was forbidden territory. But that needed to wait for now. Melvin scolded himself. First he must finish the spell so he "could" exact his revenge. Realizing his time was running out, Melvin picked up the pace and transferred the last part of the symbols to the floor. He was closing in on the last couple of minutes, so he had to work quickly. Melvin snatched up a scroll he had siting on a counter and went to stand in the middle of his summoning circles. He placed his feet within the confines of a circle written entirely of charcoal. He had all his circles written out in all the right elements. Charcoal, Blood, Water, Soil, Plant oil, carved, and lastly a circle written in sand. All the circles overlapped and combined to make a total of three major circles. And now Melvin had taken his place in one of them.
A grin alighted his features as the dark soul began reading from the scroll in his hands. His voice echoed throughout the room as the magics of the summoning ritual began to take effect. He spoke quickly and clearly pronouncing all the words with care so as to not make any mistakes. As the clock ticked the last seconds until the stroke of one, Melvin finished reciting his incantation and pulled out two strands of hair. One was black with red at the tip and the other was an unnatural white color. The two strands of hair had belonged to the hosts of both the Pharaoh and Bakura. And they were the connection Melvin needed to bring back the former yamis. The dark soul carefully waited until the other two circles began to glow eerily and then when pillars of light burst forth from the center of both circles, Melvin tossed each strand into their respective pillars, watching as the magic vaporized the host hair and in response made horrid crackling sounds. The spell was complete, and now Melvin watched as the rush of energy threatened to blow him off his feet.
For several minutes it was all Melvin could do just to squint and watch the pillars of light twist and waver. Then amidst the cylinders of energy two forms began to materialize. And as they materialized the magic circles around the room began to disintegrate and disappear. Both were equally recognizable, one silhouette having familiar spikes of hair that stuck out in a crown around his head, and the other having a shaggy mane of hair. By that time all the symbols and runes making up the magic circles had completely disintegrated. The bodies contained within the pillars of magic had completely formed and with one last belch of power the two silhouettes were released and dropped to the floor just as all the candles around the room suspiciously went out, bathing the room in darkness. And all was silent.
Melvin was quite prepared for this outcome and knowing the layout of the room like the back of his hand, navigated his way over to one of the walls and flicked the light switch. As if to prove him wrong the light revealed the many symbols painted upon his own skin that he had forgotten about, including the ones on the back of his hand. The point of the symbols on his own body however was to serve as protection. They kept the spell from affecting his own body and from the looks of it they had worked perfectly. He directed his attention back to the middle of the room where the products of his summoning ritual lay crumpled upon the floor. It had been a success. A complete success, before his eyes lay the Pharaoh and Bakura, in their own bodies and plucked straight out of the afterlife. Perfect.
The dark soul approached the objects of his hatred with a malicious and terrifying grin on his face. But this grin promptly vanished as his mind processed the clothes they were wearing. Ancient Egyptian clothing. Ancient. And their skin tone. While the Pharaoh's was the right tanned skin tone, Bakura's should have been pale, but no, it mirrored the Pharaoh's as he too sported a tan. Melvin scowled, This is not right... He quickly paced over to Bakura's body and rolled the Thief over. Thief indeed. He was dressed just like one, and along with that a strange scar marked the side of his face.
This was not the Bakura he wanted. Melvin stomped over to the Atem's body and rolled him over as well. With this one he was less sure of his mistake. Atem looked like a Pharaoh, and well that was precisely what he was... But Bakura, This was not how Melvin remembered him. What went wrong in my spell? He growled to himself in distaste as he tried to work out what he had botched. His thoughts were interrupted by a groaning sound and a harsh string of words in a language Melvin hadn't heard in a long time. He cast a look in Bakura's direction and realized that the Thief was cursing in ancient Egyptian language. New look or not, Melvin had brought them back for revenge and dammit he would have it. He stalked up to Bakura who was still laying on the ground looking much in pain. He leaned over the Thief and with a kitten murdering smile greeted Bakura. "Welcome back my, Mind Slave!"
Eyes focused on Melvin and he watched confusion wash over the other's face. There was no recognition, no fear, not even surprise, just plain confusion, as if Bakura didn't even know who he was. Which was weird considering they had both tried to destroy the world. Then Bakura opened his mouth a said with disgust in perfect Egyptian, "Who are you?"
This took Melvin by surprise. Never in all his days had he heard Bakura speak Egyptian and on top of that this Bakura didn't even know who he was. How could he not know him? That ruined all of his plans. Melvin grabbed the front of Bakura's robe and dragged him up so they were looking face to face. "Say that again!"
"Get off me demon!" retaliated Bakura in Egyptian. He did not seem to comprehend Melvin's words. The thief struggled to free himself from Melvin's grasp and used a strength unknown to Melvin to pry his fingers off him. He then proceeded to spit in Melvin's face. "Demon!" he yelled again.
Melvin took a step back wiping the offending substance from his cheek and nose. Gross. "What is wrong with you, Bakura?" He demanded. "You are Bakura?" His question came out more as a statement as he tried to force his mind to comprehend what was going on. Almost as if he was trying to force the possibility that this might not be Bakura from his mind. Not Bakura? Then who else could it be. What next? Was Atem gonna tell him he wasn't a Pharaoh? ATEM! That's right! He turned his attention to the former Pharaoh and noticed him rousing from his previously unconscious state. He stood next to Atem as he slowly picked himself off the floor.
"Tell me that you are Atem! Atem former Pharaoh of Egypt and that Yugi Motou is your host!" Demanded Melvin as he glared menacingly down at Atem.
"Demon!" Thief Bakura bellowed again in Egyptian. "Demon!"
"Stop calling me that!" Melvin screamed back, outraged at this strange behavior. The two men stared at him.
Atem then turned to Bakura pointed at him and yelled in Egyptian. "You dirty thief. How dare you summon a demon against me! And where have you taken me! I command you to tell me!" The Pharaoh's jewelry clinked with his movements as if to emphasize his accusation.
"Looks more as if you've dragged us both to the pits of Hell!" snarled the thief. "And as the Son of Ra I thought you were above demon summoning!" Bakura glanced around the room nervously scanning his surrounding. He seemed very skeptical as he scrutinized the interior of the laboratory.
"How dare you accuse me of such blasphemy! I am the Pharaoh, and I can have you executed for such insolence!" Atem was standing now, his hands were clenched into fists at his sides.
Melvin stood in between them both thoroughly caught off guard by the strange behavior exhibited by the two men.
"But you're too much of a coward to do away with me yourself. You are to high and mighty to dirty your own hands, you have to have someone else do it for you!" Bakura jeered at Atem.
Atem marched straight passed Melvin, the two having forgotten all about him in their exchange of words, and struck Bakura hard across his cheek. The force of the blow causing the thief's head to snap to the side. When Bakura recovered from the blow he turned to Atem with a blood thirsty look in his eyes. Bakura growled and sent a punch straight to Atem's face knocking him to the ground. He pounced on top of him so he could continue his pharaoh pummeling. The Pharaoh who had been momentarily caught off guard by the punch recovered when Bakura had jumped on him, and retaliated by hooking the thief in the jaw, and rolling them both over so he was on top.
"Stop this!" Melvin yelled in Japanese but then remembered that it would get him no where. "STOP!" He yelled this time in Egyptian. He was extremely pissed off and he wanted these two OFF his hands since he was now quite sure that these were not the ones he was after. It was almost as if he had plucked both the Pharaoh and the Thief right out of ancient Egypt. In fact he was quite sure he had most probably plucked the two out of past. However despite Melvin's loud shouts to get them to cease their fight, the two continued their brawl completely ignoring him.
Atem let out a strangled groan as Bakura kneed him in the stomach while simultaneously managing to grip his neck with one hand. The pharaoh had one of his hands on Bakura's neck as well, and prior to being kneed he had been socking the thief in the face with consecutive blows. This ceased however and Bakura took that as his chance to turn the tables and managed to flip Atem off of him and go for a knife he kept in his belt. Melvin decided to use the fact that the two were so into their fight to his advantage. He picked up a good sized bottle from one of the shelves and crept up behind Bakura and brought it down on the thief's head. The bottle shattered on impact with Bakura's skull and as a result he dropped like a stone, crumpling unconscious on the floor. He then directed his attention to Atem, who had fixed him with a confused stare. Before Atem could move a muscle Melvin spoke an incantation that sent the man crumpling to the floor by Bakura. Now with both of the Egyptians unconscious it was time to dispose of the evidence to his failed ritual.
The possibility of just murdering his hated enemies and disposing of their corpses crossed his mind; but he suddenly recalled that he had accidentally plucked them from the past instead of the present. Killing them might adversely affect the past. God be damned, he had to get rid of them somehow. He did not want to be the one responsible if the two decided to murder each other. He needed a place where he could find them again when he figured out a way to send them back, but where he didn't necessarily need to keep watch over them. Where they wouldn't be his problem...
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A knock at the apartment door pulled a young man's attention from his studying that he had been doing for one of his college classes. His eyes drifted quickly to a clock on the wall and he confirmed that it was after two in the morning. Who would be at the door at this late hour? He walked over to the door and peered through the peep hole but saw no one. So he cautiously opened the door a crack and looked about the hall of the apartment building. Nothing in particular caught his eye, the halls were dark and the only light was down at the end of the corridor above the stairwell. The young man was about to retreat back inside his apartment when a pained groan caught his attention. He look down to where the sound was coming from. He strained to see just what exactly was there but it was difficult to see in the poor light. However it appeared that two men were sleeping at his door step. He pulled the door open wider and gasped in shock as the two figures were bathed in light, recognizing faces he hadn't seen in over five years.
"Yugi?" A soft voice called from inside the apartment. "Is someone at the door?"
The young man in his early twenties and sporting a hairstyle consisting of black spikes with red tips and blond bangs turned his attention to his roommate. His face was pale as if he had been staring at a ghost. "Um... Ryou would you please come here and tell me I'm not seeing things." Yugi said his voice wavering a little.
Ryou walked up behind yugi rubbing his eyes. He had clearly been asleep and the knock at the door had roused him to an awake state. The young man's usually messy white hair was in even more disarray and it poofed around his head in a comical way. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes Ryou turned his attention to what Yugi was gesturing at. "Who are they?" He asked in a bored tone.
Yugi just shot him a glare and dropped to his knees beside the two bodies. "What do you mean, 'Who are they?'" he growled. "Look it's Other Me!" He tried to lift the man in front of him into a sitting position. But how...how could the other me be here? Yugi thought. Ryou walked over still sleepy and bent to get a closer look at the other form laying in the hall. He gasped in recognition. He too lent to help the figure into a sitting position.
"Bakura!" He squeaked. His voice catching oddly in his throat. "Ba-bakura?" He took a moment to get a better look and was minutely confused by the foreign features accompanying a face so painfully familiar to him. He turned to Yugi, "Why is Bakura all tan?"
Yugi was too absorbed in the sight of his, Mou Hitori no Boku, to pay any attention to Ryou's question. He wasted no time and the young student began attempting to drag his other self into the confines of his apartment. Now that they were in the light they could get a good look at the unconscious duo, he gasped at the sight. "It looks like they were in a fight or something." He lent close to his other self and examined the forming bruises on his face. Against his better judgement Yugi's eyes wandered down the rest of Atem's body his eyes taking in the style of clothing he was wearing. It was the same style as when his other self had left to live eternity in the afterlife. And a furious blush appeared on Yugi's features as he noticed Atem's clothes were hiked up.
Ryou took a moment to comment on Atem's appearance. "Now we know what Yami looks like in a man-skirt, huh?" Ryou then turned his attention back to the white haired thief in his own arms and noticed his other half was sporting a kilt like thing as well, but other than a loose fitting red robe, and a belt, Bakura had no other clothing. "Where did you get this nasty scar?" whispered Ryou as he leaned in close to Bakura's face. He gazed at it closely trying to judge how old it was. So absorbed he was in the side of the thief's face that he failed to notice as the white haired man became conscious.
Surprised to find himself looking up at a strange man after being knocked out, Bakura lashed out at Ryou hitting him in the stomach. Then he swept the young mans legs out from under him sending him falling to the ground. He quickly climbed on top of Ryou and pinned the smaller man to the floor. Then put a hand to his throat and shouted in Egyptian, "Where am I?"
Yugi left Atem's side and rushed over to help his friend. His attempt was to knock Bakura off of Ryou, but he was easily deflected and Yugi was sent sprawling on the floor with the wind knocked out of him. He recovered quickly however and launched himself at the thief again this time pushing Bakura off of Ryou and ending up in a tussle on the floor with the white-haired dark. Once free, Ryou wasted no time in assisting Yugi and together the two managed to apprehend Ryou's dark half, and keep him effectively pinned to the ground.
"Bakura! It's me!" Ryou said in a harsh whisper. "It's me Ryou, remember?" He tried looking his other half in the eyes.
The restrained man struggled to be free. "Get off of me!" He hissed in Egyptian. He was quite strong and despite the weight of the two young men combined, holding the thief down proved to be quite a chore.
Ryou looked at Yugi worried. "Why is he only speaking in another language? Do you recognize what language he's speaking, Yugi?" The white haired youth looked quite flustered, as he glanced between Bakura and Yugi in search of an explanation.
"He's speaking Egyptian." Yugi replied. He recognized the language thanks to his Mou Hitori no Boku. Yami had taught Yugi a fair amount of Egyptian before he had departed to the afterlife, so he was able to vaguely understand what Bakura was saying. "But this isn't Bakura. Not the Bakura we know." Yugi clarified. After getting a good look at the thief's face he came to an assumption. "It's almost as if this is the Thief king from the past." He murmured, still quite unsure.
Just then they heard a moan from behind them. They turned there heads towards the sound, both still holding down Bakura. It looked as if the Pharaoh was waking up. His eyes blinked open. Yugi was overcome with such a rush of excitement, that he almost forgot he was helping to pin Bakura down. And If he hadn't caught himself in time he would have leapt to his feet and tackled the Pharaoh out of pure unadulterated happiness. But with a nominal amount of self restraint Yugi settled for watching his dark wake up, from a position on Bakura's back.
It took Atem several minutes for his eyes to adjust to his surroundings. There was a dull ache in his head, and his stomach felt nauseous. He held his stomach and looked at the strange things around him. Not only was the room odd but one of the people in front of him looked just like him.
Bakura began struggling again for his freedom, jostling Yugi and Ryou about. "Get your Minions off of me! How dare you summon pale demons to take not only your appearance but my own!" Snarled Bakura at the Pharaoh.
In his excitement Yugi called out to Atem. "Mou Hitori no Boku! How did you get here! I'm glad to see you again!" Yugi was almost thrown off the thief as Bakura made a particularly sharp jerk in his attempts to get free.
"How dare you think that I summoned... aahhhg!" Atem was cut off as he doubled up in pain.
At the sound of Atem's pain, and without thinking Yugi jumped off of Bakura and raced to his yami's side. He placed his hand on Atem's side and tentatively asked, "Are you alright Yami?" Yugi leaned in close trying to look his darkness in the eyes. He was quite startled when he felt a sharp blow across his face dealt by a once gentle hand.
Bakura took advantage of the situation and managed to throw Ryou off his back. He glared angrily at Ryou who was now lying on the floor holding his arm that had gotten jared quite painfully after getting thrown off.
Yugi was completely confused by the whole thing. "Yami?" He whispered holding a hand to his own stinging face
Atem started shrieking in yugi's face, speaking in ancient Egyptian and sounding very angry. "How dare you lay your hands on me! I am Pharaoh, the son of Ra! I don't know what you are, be it demon or human, but keep your filthy hands off of me!" Atem tried once again to pick himself off the ground and was almost on his feet when severe pain coursed through his body causing his legs to collapse underneath him.
Before Yugi could react he felt a sharp blow to his head and he crumpled to the ground. Bakura now free had come up behind Yugi knocking him out. With the two "demons" taken care of, he strode over to Atem and towered over him. "Look how helpless the mighty Pharaoh is now," he sneered " Too weak to even get up off the ground."
Atem gazed at the thief from his position on the floor. He wanted to get up but his chest hurt too much. It must have been when he and the thief had exchanged blows earlier, one of his ribs must have gotten fractured. Atem felt so very tired and in so much pain as he let out a grunt. His arms finally gave in and he just crumpled against the floor, completely at the mercy of the white-haired man towering above him.
Bakura felt a wave of delight at the sight of the Pharaoh cowering in pain. What a weak ruler, completely useless. Bakura was determined to make Atem suffer. Suffer for everything that had been done to him. And he started by kicking the pharaoh in the gut. His smile grew wider at the helpless cry Atem let out. So he kicked him again this time harder, and watched him curl in pain. Enjoying his revenge Bakura proceeded to stomp down on Atem's shin and was rewarded with a sickening crack, and a howl that was high pitched and tortured. He raised his foot to do it again.
Ryou came to the Pharaoh's rescue and slammed into the thief's back. This caused Bakura to stumble forward and miss the Pharaoh. Ryou launched himself once again at Bakura and managed to throw him into a wall, and proceeded to grab a lamp that was nearby. Before the thief could recover from the sudden assault he was knocked over the head with the lamp, and the last thing he remembered was the shards of glass scattering around him. Then all went black for the thief.
Ryou went over and shook him. "Yugi, Yugi. I need your help. Please wake up." Yugi's eyes blinked open. He sat up holding his head, but his pain was forgotten when he saw the state Atem was in.
"Yami!" He cried. He fell to his knees at the pharaohs side. But this time he made sure not to touch him. He was too afraid of being the subject of his darkness's wrath. Instead he looked about frantically for something useful to help in the situation.
"Should we call a doctor, Yugi?" Ryou asked as he watched Atem squirm in pain. From the look on the man's face the boys could tell he was clearly suffering. "He clearly needs medical attention." The white haired boy proceeded to kneel down next to Yugi, a look of concern clear on his features.
"We can't take him to the hospital!" Wailed Yugi. "How would we explain where he came from?" The little game king was frantic. his arms waving about uselessly as he tried to come up with a solution. "Ryou!" he whined. "You're a medical student! Do something!"
"W-what?" The white-haired student was taken back. "Yugi, I'm just studying, all my knowledge is just theoretical. I've never actually worked on anyone." Atem let out another long pained wail as he twisted on the floor, this drew both the boy's attention and they looked at him in sympathy. Yugi fixed his friend with a large wide eyed pout, that conveyed his desperate concern for the Pharaoh as he silently pleaded. "Yugi, I hate it when you do that, You know I can't say no to that look." The boy's eyes got wider and more pleading. "Alright but I'm not promising anything. You know I could end up making this worse." Ryou proceeded to lean down and assess Atem's condition. "I need more light Yugi, help me move him onto the couch in the living room."
"Its going to be a little hard to move him since he doesn't want to be touched." Yugi said glumly
"Well he will just have to deal with it if we are to help him." Ryou replied "Yugi will you get his arms? I'll get his feet."
Ryou wasted no time grasping Atem's legs, but was slightly distressed when his actions were answered with very loud howls of pain. "Stop, being a toddler, Yami!" Scolded Ryou. "I'm very aware you are in pain, but you are being VERY loud, and unruly." Ryou tightened his grip on Atem's legs and waited for yugi.
Yugi took his place and attempted to lift Atem up by putting his arms under Atem's and holding the pharaoh to his chest. Yugi found his proximity very close to his yami as his head was on his darkness's shoulder. Atem however was too busy hissing in pain and agony to complain at them for touching him.
The two men set Atem on the couch the whole time the pharaoh kept up his sounds of pain.
In the better light Ryou leaned over Atem again. "Ok lets see what we can do. Yugi can you go get the first aid kit from the water closet?"
Yugi wasted no time in racing off to the bathroom. He quickly located the first aid kit and returned with it clutched in his fingers. Upon entering the living room he tossed the kit at Ryou only to rush into the entry way like a bat out of hell.
"Yugi were are you going?" Ryou called after him "What If I need your help with something?"
Yugi came back through the living room moments later and then into the hall to the kitchen dragging bakura's body. He wasted no time dragging him over to the coat closet and stuffed the body of the thief inside. Then shut and locked the door and even proceeded to get a chair and prop it against the door knob. "We have to keep him contained." explained the boy.
"Its going to be bloody interesting when he wakes up." Ryou said. The look on his face seemed to say that he was doubtful about the closet keeping Bakura contained. Then he turned his attention back to the needy pharaoh who was continuing to moan in pain. "Fetch the Vicodin! He's going to need it!" Yugi rushed off once again and came back holding a bottle of the pain killers and a glass of water. He dumped a few pills into his hand and proceeded to sit down on the very edge of the couch next to Atem.
Yugi, stared at his Mou Hitori no boku, his wide amethyst eyes staring wonderingly at the face of his darkness. He watched the features in his face contort in pain before relaxing slightly only to scrunch up again in another wince. But there was something odd about his darkness. Subtle differences in his features, tell-tale signs that made Yugi's stomach clench in unknown doubt. The man before him was Atem no doubt about that. But there was something foreign about him that made him seem like a stranger to Yugi.
"Ryou." Yugi said, "I think they might be from the past, well as if someone brought them from the past to our time. From the time before they knew us. It would explain why they don't remember us and why they are only talking in ancient Egyptian," despair filled Yugi with each word he spoke.
"Come now, Yugi." Ryou voiced his doubt. "Isn't that a bit outrageous? Who exactly is working magic like that anymore? And for what purpose? The shadow games are gone. What need would anyone have to bring Yami and Bakura from the past."
"But Ryou look at them!" Wailed yugi. "Yami's dressed like a pharaoh, and Bakura's the freaking Theif King! This just screams suspicious! And, and and..." Yugi's voice dropped to a whisper. "Atem hit me." He reached a hand up and touched gently the side of his face where Yami's hand had struck him earlier. He felt tears threaten to leak out, and sniffed to keep them reigned in. Never had his darkness acted violently toward him. Yami had always been warm and gentle towards the boy, in a way Yugi could not quite understand, but it made him feel safe and whole. Now there was an empty hole inside him. One that had been there since the pharaoh had departed to the after life. But now it was gaping and painfully noticeable, now that Atem was back but with no memories of his light.
"We can't really worry about that right now Yugi, we have more pressing things to worry about like fixing the poor man up." Ryou said, not utterly sure how to cheer up his friend but he knew that they had to attend to Atem's wounds.
"You're right." Yugi gave him a fake smile and turned to the pharaoh who was already calming down, mostly due to the fact that he was tiring himself out rather quickly. "Open your mouth, please." Yugi told Atem sweetly, in Egyptian. He had learned some of the language from Yami before he had left for the after life. And Yugi was thankful for that, albeit a little embarrassed because his Egyptian was quite crude and limited.
In response to Yugi's request Atem just stared at him blankly. "Would you please open you mouth. Its for your own good." Yugi tried again in Egyptian. This is going to be very difficult he thought to himself.
Atem was confused. One of the "demons" was leaning over him trying to tell him something about his mouth. The boy was even opening his own mouth in some sort of ridiculous gesture. He kept pointing at Atem saying something almost incoherent about mouth and opening his own. He wants my soul! The pharaoh concluded. He glared at Yugi and shook his head keeping his mouth clamped firmly shut.
"He doesn't seem to understand." said Ryou.
Yugi groaned. Then shook his head. This time he would try and show Atem. He took one of the Vicodin pills and placed it in his mouth exaggeratedly. But he made sure not to swallow it. Then Yugi carefully grabbed another pill and put it up to the pharaoh's mouth.
All the while Atem watched Yugi closely. His demon look-alike had put some type of object in it's own mouth and now it was putting a similar one to Atem's. It must be some kind of poison he concluded. His mind worked quickly to figure out a solution. Those demons think they are clever, don't they? Well two can play at this game. Atem pretended to play along and took the pill from the demon into his fingers. The demon nodded at him happily and mimicked putting the object to his mouth. For a moment Atem acted like he was going to obey before he quickly stuffed the pill in the demon's mouth instead. Yugi looked a just little taken back but not fearful of what Atem had done which confused him. If It had been poison then wouldn't he have gotten more of a reaction out his captor? Maybe the demon was not affected by this poison.
Yugi had to do something quick, the medicine was beginning to melt in his mouth. Atem seemed to be proud of him self and let out a loud smug "Ha!" Yugi took advantage of this and placed his mouth on Atem's forcing his tongue to push the medicine into the other's mouth. His hands gripped Atem's hair keeping the pharaoh attached to him. Atem's eyes opened wide in pure shock. He wanted to struggle and get free but his body was too weak to move. There was nothing he could do except refuse to swallow the poison that the other was forcing into his mouth. So the battle waged between the to men, their tongues pushing against the other for dominance. Finally Atem's exhaustion caught up with him. He couldn't hold up this fight anymore even though he would rather die than have this demon beat him.
With one last ditch effort Atem decided to turn the tables and forced his weight on Yugi, sliding off the couch and pinning the boy to the ground. With his last bit of strength he forced the meds into Yugi's mouth and pinched his nose. This caused Yugi to swallow involuntarily and let go of the pharaoh. His face had become deathly pale with the shock of the situation.
Atem attempted to lift himself off of Yugi, but failed miserably and just collapsed awkwardly on top of him. Yugi fixed Ryou with a frightened look. "Ummmm... Ryou. He made me swallow the Vicodin." He then looked away with shame that he had failed. In the meantime, Atem was continuing his quest of trying to get off of the demon but only succeeded in squirming weirdly against him.
"For Christ's sake Yugi!" Ryou cried indignantly. "All 'that' and you couldn't even manage to get him to take the Vicodin?" Ryou was exasperated. He took the Vicodin bottle grabbed a pill leaned down and shoved the medicine in Atem's mouth while he was breathing heavily from his exerted effort. He kept his hand on the pharaoh's mouth and pinched his nose, causing the pharaoh to swallow the Vicodin this time. Then he fixed yugi with another look, "Well you aren't going to be much help in about a half an hour." There was a scowl on the white-haired one's face. "I'm going to have to bloody deal with the both of them myself."
Yugi fixed Ryou with a worried look. Then his gaze fell on the Pharaoh who was still throwing a fit but he seemed hysterical and scared this time. The young game master couldn't help but feel for his darkness, even if it wasn't really his darkness. "I'll stay with him and try to calm him down. You should start working on him." murmured Yugi. He leaned in close to Atem and tried speaking gentle words in Egyptian.
Atem was having trouble understanding Yugi's words but the boy's tone was gentle and soft. There was something soothing. He didn't know how long it had been that he stared into those soft purple eyes, but he began to feel lethargic. It wasn't just him, the boy seemed to be overtaken with drowsiness as well. The last thing he noticed before he drifted off to sleep was that he felt as if the demon was already beginning to posses is soul.
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This is My first Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfic. My friend Edhelwen and I started this story on a whim. If you haven't realized already, we seem to favor knocking the characters unconscious. lol. Please review and tell us how we did as this is a collaboration project. Thanks. This story was written in a back and forth kind of way, each of us taking turns writing a few sentences. So forgive any errors that we may have missed.