The Salem Witch trials Yugioh style.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or any of its characters. (But I will once my lawsuit goes through!) laughs maniacally. So basically right now I am really stuck on Harry Potter and the Triwizard tournament but I will have the chappie up in a few days. But for now please enjoy this weird random idea I had!
Alex: sweatdrop
Deathbystorm: what that lawsuit is perfectly legal.
Alex: well since she obviously isn't going to say it, on with the fic!
Chapter 1
"Anzu, I hereby sentence you to death by the gallows!" the judge announced. Another victory for the righteous of the Lord. It was the sixteen hundreds and witch hunting had reached an all time high. In fact, in the last month, they had hung nearly a dozen of the foul beings.
Ryou watched from the crowd of people who came out to watch this event. It wasn't like he had a choice. All in the town of Salem were forced to watch. If you avoided this so-called sacred duty, you yourself would be tried as a witch and hung in the gallows. He saw the young girl being dragged up to the altar with her hands bound. Sure no one liked her but that wasn't a reason to be falsely accused and hung. The executioner forced her head through the noose and tightened it. Then he smirked and stepped back giving his partner the go-ahead to banish another of the evil spawn of Satan back down to the fiery depths of hell.
The man at the bottom let go of the rope and the platform dropped. The girl let out a piercing scream as she felt her only support fall out from underneath her. She fell and the rope did its grisly work. Everyone cheered. The crowd watched in fascination as her body kicked and struggled like a hooked fish before giving in to death.
Ryou left as soon as possible in disgust. He entered the dusty little apothecary shop that he sold medicine in. How could they be so full of hatred? The white haired teenager dropped his coat in the first available place and sighed. His mother and father had died in a terrible accident two years ago leaving him the entire shop to run by himself. He made just enough to get by on. Nothing more.
The door opened behind him and a well-known customer walked in. "Hello Mr. Straight, how may I help you today?" the chocolate-eyed teenager asked.
"Ah Ryou, you see my daughter Mary has the bad air fever (1). I was hoping that you could help us,"
"I have just what you need," he replied. "It will take me a few moments if you would be so kind as to wait." The young owner went to the back of the store and took down a few jars. He opened them and took out various ingredients. He grabbed his grinding dish and ground all the different herbs together. He then put it all in a small fold of cloth. "Give half of this to Mary tonight and the other half tomorrow. She will be just fine."
"You're a god send," the man said to him with a relieved smile on his face. "What would this town do without you Ryou I have no clue." Mr. Straight handed him what was owed and left the shop.
The moment the door closed, the white-haired teen laughed softly. "'You're a godsend Ryou'" he mimicked. "Yeah right. I don't think that they would say the same if they knew what I was. I don't know why I bother with them or why they haven't caught on yet." He chuckled again and placed the jars back where they belonged before getting ready to go out again. After all, he needed some food to eat for supper.
He took off in the general direction of the bakery to get some bread.
"Hello there Ryou," the woman at the counter said quietly. "I trust you are doing well."
"I'm doing fine thankyou Mai," the teenager replied.
"The usual then Ryou?" she asked.
"Yes please," he said still keeping up the innocent act and handed her some of the money that Mr. Straight paid him with.
"Well here you go love," she said and handed him the loaf of bread.
"Thanks a bunch Mai," he said eagerly and ran out.
Ryou sighed as he let the childish look fade from his face and headed up the street towards home. He frowned as thunder rolled overhead. "Looks like it's going to rain," he murmured to no one in particular. "Hard." He added as a bolt of lightning and an even more insistent crash of thunder boomed. Not too far away, the slamming of doors and windows became apparent as everyone prepared themselves for the dark angry weather that was rolling in. The white-haired teen ran down the street with the loaf of bread clutched tightly in his arms.
He ran into the little apothecary that he lived in and slammed the door. Ryou padlocked it for good measure as such storms were very fierce and could blast your door back open. He pulled out some butter that was conceiled behind some herbal remedy jars lit a candle so that he could actually see what he was doing. Slowly, he ate his meagre supper and then blew out the candle. Ryou went to the back of the store where his neatly made cot was and collapsed facedown on it. Despite the storm, he was dead out in seconds.
An hour later, Ryou's eyes snapped open. He moaned slightly as he sat up. What in Ra's name had woken him up at such an ungodly hour? Then he heard it coming from outside.
"Witch! Witch! You're a witch!"
"Not again," he groaned and grabbed his cloak.
Ryou unlocked the door and ran outside. Off in the distance he could see an orange glow. Torches! Was the whole town really that obsessed with witch-hunting? He thought exasperately. I can't even get a decent night of sleep anymore.
Smack! Ryou fell to the ground and someone landed on top of him.
"What the hell?" a voice said. Ryou felt the person get off of him. The white haired teen stood up too and saw what appeared to be his identical twin covered in blood. "You look just like me." With that, said lookalike collapsed unconscious.
(1) Years ago, Malaria was thought to be caused by bad air. Basically, I was just adding a little effect.
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