Summary:

Ever wonder why Atem, Yugi, and Timaeus look so much a like? Why Atem and Timaeus like exactly a like? What if they each had a twin brother? And what if they all had ancient powers given to them as a birth-right?

Chapter Summary:

Learn some background information about the God of Chaos Honon.


Born Destiny

How It Began


Twenty thousand years in the past, there existed the Original One, a being that controlled both the forces of pure light and pure darkness. When these two forces intertwine the resulting force is chaos. And so, the being was known as . . . the God of Chaos.

This god was far different than the other gods, for he interacted with humans. An act that most gods found degradable. So the God of Chaos was considered the lowest in the hierarchy, at least as far as the gods are concerned, even though he is the most powerful of them all. He could defeat all of the gods together without even using his true power. A power he rarely ever used.

But yes, this god interacted with humans, but he would only ever approach children. Most adults who never meet him in their youths were terrified of him. After all, he controlled chaos itself, which granted him control of light and darkness, which balance this world and allow life. To maintain the balance all The Original One must do is survive. As long as he exists, light and darkness will remain balanced and peace stays. Who would not fear the very being that allowed life to exist in the world?

The children he met were to promise never to speak of seeing him to anyone, even the other children. He did not want to risk the children telling their parents of his visits. To the mortals, the God of Chaos's arrival shows the end of their village and that would be a big problem.

Even though the gods knew he went to Earth and interacted with the humans, they had no idea that he would actually play with the children. If they found out, then he and all who so much as said his name would be punished.

Every time the God of Chaos visited the village the children would come out to the woods to play. He would play all different kinds of games with the children. Sometimes the children would bring their own games from home to play. Sometimes they would all just sit around the old apple tree eating apples that he picked since the children couldn't climb the tree.

The ones that grew up knowing him still remember their times with the All Powerful God of Chaos, but still kept their promise and never speak of him. They also do not fear him as most people do. They also taught their children not to fear him as well.

But one day a child broke the promise and told of his times with the god . . . to his parents.

His parents had never met the God of Chaos in their youths and so they went to their village shrine to ask the gods 'What have we done that you would send your messenger.'

To say the gods were shocked was an understatement. They were furious. 'How dare the mortal children dare lay their filthy hands on a god?'

They knew they would have to punish the mortals.


The one day Honon waited by the same apple tree that he always spent time with the children at. For some reason the children were late today. This bothered him, but he decide to brush it aside, for now. If they didn't come soon, he would go search for them.

Then he sensed something approaching, so he hid out of sight of the human who was coming, judging from their energy.

A small little girl, probably five or six years old, walked up to the apple tree and looked around. It was then that Honon noticed that she had tears running down her face and that she was filthy with dirt and . . . blood!

He immediately jumped down from the tree and onto the ground in front of her. As soon as she saw him, she immediately latched onto him and cried her heart out.

Honon wrapped his arms around her and whispered soothing words to her in an attempt to calm her as she cried. When she was finally calm, she looked up at the face of her friend.

He was about 5'3" or 5'4" with star-shaped hair that began black, then was outlined in magenta. He had blond, or probably more like gold, bangs that framed his face. He also had one bang that hung over his forehead, and he also had bangs shooting up like lightning bolts through the black.

He wore a gold colored outfit that had long, wide sleeves that went past his hands, so you couldn't see them. It seemed like you could only see them when he wanted you to. The legs of his outfit were also long and wide so they covered his feet, without touching the ground. His clothing was just one outfit, almost as if hiding something and seemed to glow in the sunlight.

His eyes . . . she knew nothing of his eyes. For some reason he always had his eyes closed. He always told the children that he could see far more this way. He could see everything without actually seeing. He would never say anything more than that. Again, it was as if he was hiding something.

After minutes of silence, she finally looked back down at the ground, which was suddenly interesting.

He waited for her breathing to calm and for her heartbeat to slow. He realized that he would have to break the silence.

"What is wrong, Lilith?" Honon asked using that voice that anyone would be mesmerized by. It was as if two people were talking. One with a deep, mature voice and one with a soft, child-like voice.

"What are you crying about with dirt and blood all over you? Has someone harmed you? Lilith?" he asked again, worry showing all in his voice. He knew this girl from the day before.

His strong, yet kind, voice broke Lilith from her thoughts.

Without looking up, Lilith answered, "It's gone . . . they're gone . . . it's all gone . . . they're all gone."

"What do you mean? Who's gone? What has happened? Tell me what is going on, Lilith." Honon was truly worried about what could have happened.

"They destroyed the village," Lilith whispered after a moment of silence. She squeezed her eyes shut and screamed, "The gods destroyed the village and killed everyone they could find!"

Honon could only stare at her in shock. 'No. No. NO.'

Honon continued to stare at the girl in front of him for several minutes.

"Why . . . why would they destroy the village?" Honon whispered. Then louder, "They did nothing wrong. My brothers and sisters would not do such a thing without cause."

"Honon . . . a boy told his parents of your visits here. He broke your promise, and the gods punished him along with everyone else for touching a god. I barely got away."

"This is why you're covered in blood," Honon whispered, it was not a question. "No. No. NO. It wasn't his fault. He did nothing wrong. This is my fault. I'm the one who always comes here. He was just being a kid. And everyone else . . . what possible excuse would my brothers and sisters have for theirs deaths."

Suddenly, it clicked for Lilith. 'His eyes are open. They're beautiful.'

She had never seen eyes like his before. He had pointed eyes that were a beautiful amethyst color. Instead of black pupils, his were white with a black ring around the white.

Those gorgeous eyes . . . were filled with hate.

"Honon, are you alright?" Lilith was seriously scared. Honon had become as stone. He wasn't even blinking.

As soon as the last word escaped her lips, Honon disappeared. Then there was a loud crack heard. When Lilith turned toward the sound she had just enough time to watch the old apple tree fall to the ground.

Honon still had his leg in the air, completely horizontally. Apparently he had kicked the tree with enough strength to break it. His leg had gone clean through, cutting it down.

One second Honon was in the position he kicked the tree in, then the next second he was standing straight looking at Lilith.

Lilith stood there in shock and fear at what Honon had just done so . . . easily. He never seemed less human.

Lilith became even more terrified when she noticed his eyes. Those eyes that were once amethyst were a pure gold, the same as his clothing.

Honon not only sensed, but saw, Lilith's fear. So, his expression softened and he walked up to her and picked her up and hugged her.

"I'm sorry, so sorry," Honon soothed, his eyes were that amethyst color again. "I didn't mean to frighten you. This is why I prefer not too use my eyes. I fear my own power far too much. I can only use my true power when my eyes are open."

"It's . . . alright," Lilith whispered only slightly shaky.

"No," Honon whispered, "that could have been you instead of that tree."

Honon closed his eyes and became stone again.

Honon's eyes snapped open in alarm when he felt small hands on his face.

"Please Honon, do not be afraid of your power, of yourself," she soothed. "You only reacted that way because of what happened."

Lilith immediately regretted her words when Honon's eyes returned to that pure gold color instantly and a hiss escaped his throat between clenched teeth. She also noticed that his canines were longer than normal and looked like . . . fangs!

"I will make my brothers and sisters pay for what they have done. It is my duty to protect both light and darkness," Honon vowed. "I will make them pay for even attempting to harm the innocent darkness. I will use all of my power to do so."

'Innocent darkness,' Lilith thought. 'Wait, Honon said that to me the first time I met him.'

Lilith was walking in the woods picking flowers when she sees something shining behind the old apple tree.

"Who's . . . who's there," Lilith asked, scared of what it might be.

Lilith's jaw dropped when a man walked out from behind the tree wearing a gold, shining outfit. For some reason she could not find it in herself to fear him.

In her shock she had dropped her basket of fruit. The man walked up to her and crouched down to pick up the basket and handed it to her. He cupped her left cheek with his right hand.

"You have such an innocent darkness child. You are a pure one and full of darkness within your soul. I hope to see you again," the man spoke and then walked back behind the tree.

Lilith ran to follow him around the tree in hopes of asking what she meant. She lost sight of him for half a second, but by the time she was around the tree he was gone.

'I've never had the courage to ask what he meant that day. Wait, pure one?' she thought. 'Could this have to with the legend the chief was telling us about.'

"Most people believe that light is always soft and kind, while darkness is always evil and cruel," the wise old chief told. "But in reality, it more like the opposite."

"The more light within a person's soul," he continued, "the more serious the person is capable of being. Light normally does not show emotion, except to those they completely trust. Strong emotions for light are anger and courage."

"The more darkness within a person's soul, the more emotion the person will show. Darkness does not usually hide their emotions. Strong emotions for darkness are happiness, fear, and sadness."

"But there are a few people who are exceptions to these rules. They are called pure ones. There are two kinds of pure ones, a pure one of light and a pure one of darkness."

"A pure one of light is a person who has an unusually large amount of light, but behaves as darkness, and shows emotions. A pure one of darkness is a person who has an unusually large amount of darkness in their soul, but behaves as light, and doesn't show emotions."

"Pure ones break the laws of light and darkness. It is said that harming a pure one is a crime punishable by a fate worse than death," the chief finished.

'I'm a pure one,' Lilith thought. 'Honon once said . . . '

"Evil may be born from darkness," Honon told the children one day, "but that doesn't mean that darkness itself is evil."

Snapping back to reality, Lilith asked, "Are . . . are you . . . going to . . . to . . . kill them?" Lilith was truly afraid of the answer.

Honon's eyes softened, but remained gold. "No. I wish I could. I have enough power to kill them all easily, but it would do more harm than good. They are needed, even though they deserve to leave this world."

Lilith looked back at the ground. She didn't know what to say.

Then she felt a kiss on her forehead before Honon put her down. Then Honon turned and walked away from her, away from the village.

"Wait!" Lilith cried. "Where are you going?"

Honon stopped but didn't turn around, "To face my brothers and sisters. Farewell."

"Wait!" But he was already gone.

"Please be careful, Honon. Please," she whispered to no one.


"When should we perform the ritual?" asked Sohrab.

"As soon as he is here," answered Anselm.

"Maybe we should talk to him first. He will be very upset when he arrives," said Aretha.

Sigh. "Aretha, I know you care for him, but this is what's best," said Anselm.

"It is not! You only believe so because he is different and because his strength is above your own, Anselm! You are jealous of his power. I agree with Aretha," said Malantha.

"Aretha! Malantha! Mind your place before me," hollered Anselm. Anselm turned his attention to Isadora. "And what do think Isadora?"

"I agree with both Aretha and Malantha. We should not perform the ritual on Honon," said Isadora.

"What is with you goddesses," muttered Anselm. "Why do you three agree with everything that abomination."

"He is not an abomination!" yelled Malantha. "How can you say such a thing?"

"He isn't even a real god Isadora," said Shabouh. "He is only an experiment the Mother and Father created."

"So what if he was created, not born. He has developed his own conscience, his own personality. Everyday he defies Father's purpose for him!" argued Aretha.

"Aretha is right. He was not expected to grow his own conscience. To not be controlled," said Isadora.

"That is precisely the point," yelled Sohrab. "He cannot be controlled. It is dangerous for him to be here. What if he decides to turn against us?"

"Sobrab," said Isadora, "you know very well Honon has no interest in such a thing. He does not want more power. He even fears the power he already has. Why would he want more?"

"Brothers, sisters," said Malantha. "I stand for sisters Isadora and Aretha, along with my self, that we should not perform the ritual. He has committed no crime, therefore deserves no punishment."

"It doesn't matter. I'm sorry, but this must be done. Now. Who will go retrieve Honon for the ritual?" said Zerlina.

"I am here," said a deep baritone voice.

Everyone turned to see Honon standing there, with his gold eyes.

"Honon!" Some of the voices show their hate, some with pure surprise, and some of joy.

"Honon, what purpose do you have to come here?" said asked Mahon.

"The village in the southern valley, Mahon," Honon answered, though his mouth never moved.

"Honon dear, you have no reason to talk as such, hiding your voice. Please, talk to us using your voice," soothed Zerlina.

Normally Honon spoke with what sounded like two voices, the deep mature voice and the child-like voice. He only did do with those he completely trusted, such as Isadora, Malantha, and Aretha. But he could also talk using both separately. He used telepathy to use the deep voice and spoke normally to use to other voice.

But he always used on or the other when talking to the other gods.

"No thank you," came the answer.

Anselm sighed. "Honon—"

"Don't you dare start that crap! I know what you're going to say. Tell me why you destroyed the village and killed all of those innocent people. TELL ME!"

"The broke the laws. They touched a god and that was their punishment," said Sohrab.

"But I permitted it," whispered Honon. "They broke no laws. I permitted it!"

Sohrab smirked, "Well I didn't know that."

"You know I don't care about such pathetic—"

Honon's eyes doubled as he realized Sohrab's hidden message.

Sohrab was the one who destroyed the village.

Honon disappeared for a fraction of a second, and then Sohrab yelled in pain.

Honon's right arm was seen going straight through Sohrab's chest and out his back. His arm glowing white.

"Honon," said Malantha in shock.

Honon raised his other hand ready to strike as it glowed black.

"Mahon. Shabouh. Secure him! NOW!" ordered Anselm.

The two closed their eyes and concentrated. Thorned vines grew from the ground and lightning came from the sky and trapped Honon.

"Let me go Mahon, Shabouh. You know very well that I can break free."

"Mahon and Shabouh . . . place him on the platform for the ritual," said the calm Zerlina.

They guided Honon to a cross that stood twenty feet from the ground. White and black chains wrapped around Honon and bound him to the cross with his arms wide.

"Honon," spoke Shabouh, "today we, the gods, have decided to perform an ancient ritual that will make you mortal so we can strip you of the powers that you are unworthy of."

"No one else can control my powers. Anyone who takes them will surely perish."

"You, a pathetic creation, do not deserve to wield such power. That is why I will be taking them. Then I will infuse them within myself and I will be unrivaled" said Anselm walking in front of Honon and began chanting a spell.

"Namae odome ainu ni ichi anme eigo de."

"Jama yanki tebukuro mou kono dere ka."

"Yami no hikari itasti ka!"

Their was about . . . one second of silence before . . .

An agonized scream echoed through everyone. Honon withered in pain as whatever they had done began to take effect.

Honon's chest heaved off the cross as he tried to break free, from both the chains and the pain. Honon's left eye began to glow black. His right eye began to glow white. Honon's clothes changed into two colors, the left black with the right white, dividing down the middle.

Everyone watched as Honon began coughing harshly. Then he started to gargle as if something was in his mouth? Then he heaved and coughed up a fountain of . . . blood.

Suddenly, Honon glowed of black and white, blinding everybody. With one final scream the light surrounding Honon faded. The sight before the gods had all of their jaws open.

Tied where Honon once was a boy who looked similar to Honon wearing clothes like Honon's only they were pure white. Sitting at the top of the cross, with his legs crossed, was a figure that also looked similar to Honon, but he was different from the other, wearing clothing like Honon's but they were pure black.

'What have we done,' thought Anselm, Zerlina, Mahon, Shabouh, and Sohrab in fear.

'What have they done,' thought Malantha, Aretha, and Isadora in worry.

The one in white, still tied to the cross, was still unconscious. The other was sitting a top the cross, appearing to be asleep with his eyes closed and head bowed, as the gods walked up to the cross.

"What is this," asked Mahon.

"What happened Anselm? What have you done to Honon," asked Isadora. "Why are their two people here now?"

"I . . . I don't know," whispered Anselm, but they heard. 'What is this? The spell was supposed to only make him mortal, so we could extract his powers.'

"Perhaps the spell did not work," said Zerlina. "Many spells are known to fail and backfire. Perhaps that is what happened here."

"No," said Sohrab. "Don't you hear it? They each now have beating hearts. They are mortal now. The question is, why there are two?"

"Honon . . . are you alright?" asked Malantha.

" . . . Boku no sore," came the reply from the one in black. His voice was a deep baritone voice. (1)

All of the gods gasped as the one in black opened his eyes, revealing a familiar but different amethyst. His eyes alone demanded respect.

This boy had the same shape of his eyes that Honon did. He also had Honon's lightning bolts through his hair, but he didn't have the little bang that hung over Honon's forehead.

Suddenly the boy was . . . giggling?

"Dere yume," he said giggling again. (2)

Nobody answered because they had no idea what he was saying. All the gods had the ability to understand all of Earth's languages, but for some reason they could not understand what he was saying.

"Roku? Bakuru ainu desu?" (3)

" . . . "

"ROKU?" (4)

Then the boy in white began to move, obviously waking up. The other one look at him expectantly.

When the boy opened his eyes the gods were shocked just like before.

This boy was the same color as Honon's, just like the other one, but his eyes were wide and had an innocent look to them. He didn't have Honon's lightning bolts through his hair, but he had the bang that hung on his forehead.

"Isha? Ainu de wakatta," he asked the one in black, looking up at him. "Eigo o-ban tasukete, Yami? (5)

The other shrugged his shoulders. "Ore wa koitsu, Hikari." Then he pointed to Anselm, "Namae maigo shitteru." (6)

The one in white looked at Anselm for a moment then narrowed his eyes in rage. The look didn't he was giving looked as if it wasn't made for his face.

Then he began struggling with his bindings. After about . . . one jerk . . . he broke free and jumped down. Once he was on the ground, the other jumped down as well and landed right beside the other, not half an inch apart.

"Who are you two," questioned Mahon.

The one in black waved his hand in the air and said, "Yami." Then pointed to the other and said, "Hikari."

"Those are your names," asked Aretha. "You're Yami," pointing to the one in black. "And you're Hikari," pointing to the one in white.

She received a nod from Yami as an answer.

Sohrab stepped forward, the wound from earlier nearly healed, "Which one of you are Honon?"

Yami pointed to himself then to Hikari. Who is still glaring at Anselm with a passion.

"Yes, but which one of you are Honon?" asked Sohrab. Yami, once again, pointed to himself then Hikari. "No, you idiot! I said—"

The moment Sohrab said "idiot" Hikari turned his cold glare to Sohrab.

"Wait!" yelled Isadora. "Wait. What if . . . what if . . ."

"What is it Isadora!" ordered Anselm. "Say it if it is of importance. If not then be silent!"

"What if they are both Honon? That's why you are pointing to both of you, isn't it," asked Isadora with excitement at figuring it out.

He did not answer.

"What do you mean Isadora," asked Zerlina.

"Think about it," Isadora urged. "Honon's very being was made of chaos, which is made of both light and darkness." She turned to the two. "Now look at them. One in white and one in black. Light and darkness."

"It can't be," murmured Zerlina and everyone turned to her. "The spell worked. Honon is now mortal, but the spell also separated Honon's two forces."

"We have turned one god into two mortals," said Mahon gapping.

As the gods discussed the predicament, Yami was simply watching them with a huge smile on his face. He sat at his friend's feet, with his legs crossed. Hikari was simply glaring to the side at nothing, no really caring what was being said.

"This cannot be possible," yelled Anselm. He walked up to the two boys. Yami now smiling at him, and Hikari glaring at him. "Who are you two really do you really expect me to believe that the two of you were Honon. What kind of joke is this? Is this another of Honon's illusions so he can escape."

Yami looked at him with a cute, confused look. Hikari still glaring.

"Tell me, do you understand me," demanded Anselm.

Yami only nodded.

"If you understand this language then you must be able to speak it. I heard you talk before. Now! Talk in a language I understand," yelled Anselm, louder than before.

Yami flinched then said, "Gomen. Dorobō nana ameko hafu." (7)

Before Anselm could even think of a response, a voice yelled, "That is it!"

Everyone turned to look at a very pissed off Sohrab as he stormed toward the two, fire frequently coming off his body.

Once he got to them he said, "Perhaps we should force our demands." Yami just looked at Sohrab with his big grin. Hikari still glaring at Anselm for before.

When Sohrab noticed Yami's expression, that had yet to falter even for a second, he became enraged and made probably the biggest mistake he could possibly make.

Sohrab grabbed Yami by his neck and lifted him from the ground at arms length.

Yami, not expecting the move, made a scared squeak as he was lifted.

The moment the sound passed Yami's lips, Hikari turned from Anselm to see what had scared Yami. His eyes grew wide before narrowing into silts.

Sohrab was going to pay for doing that to Yami.


Disclaimer:

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.

I do not write, speak, or own the Japanese language.

One or more of the names in this chapter belong to KelseyAlicia. I got them from her, with her permission.

Notes:

(1) . . . I'm all right.

(2) How are you?

(3) What? Is something wrong?

(4) What?

(5) Huh? Who are they? What's going on, Yami?

(6) I don't know, Hikari. He looks mean.

(7) Sorry. This is the only language I know.

Gods:

Head God of the Sun – Anselm

Head Goddess of the Moon – Zerlina

God of Chaos – Honon

God of Fire – Sohrab

God of Thunder – Shabouh

God of Earth – Mahon

Goddess of Water – Aretha

Goddess of Wind – Malantha

Goddess of Lightning – Isadora