Disclaimer: I, FallTigerKisa, do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Neither it's characters, themes, nor plots (no matter how much I would have loved to make it into a yaoi). Nor do I, FallTigerKisa, own Atlantis The Lost Empire.
I have since decided that all dialogue will be in Japanese but automatically translated in English, but when the conversations are in English the words will be in English in all "Bold", with none of the translated word in parenthesis of course. However, a word written in "Bold"with the English translation in (Parenthesis) is in a different language. ~Italicized~with little squiggly lines are mind-to-mind conversations. And to really mess with you all I might just put them both together in which they are mind-to-mind in a different language. I assume you all do not need an example. I'm also adding Italicized as regular thoughts.
From now on, I have decided that 'the crew' will describe Mai and Keith and the surviving crew on their side; while 'the group' will be the characters you know and love.
WARNING: Every chapter from here on out has offensive language; thank you Yami Bakura. Also has some sexual references. I will warn you all when it is time for lemons.
I just got fed up with all my page space being monopolized by crap you all should know by now; if you're still reading my story you should already know all the other stuff from previous chapters anyway.
~~Heba~~
Heba awoke to the sound of groans of pain and metallic clanging, but when he opened his eyes to try to piece together where he was, he didn't see anything. He felt a slight panic that everything was pitch black and tried to remember what had caused it. Had he suddenly gone blind like Shizuka? It took him a moment to remember who Shizuka was and how he knew of her.
Everything came rushing back. The expedition, his new friends, the fact that they were going to Atlantis, and that he had the Sheppard's Journal. Then the bad things invaded his mind too. The underwater creature that sunk their submarine, the Duel Monster's, the utter destruction of a beautiful monolith. Things were becoming more recent now. The room full of snow, camping near a bridge with a stone lantern hanging suspended above it, the talk before bed with his new friends, then sleep. Waking up a few hours later, shouts, heat, fire, glowing bugs that caused the fire swarming around everywhere. Was he dead?
Getting to the bridge, the sudden weightlessness as the bridge dropped from beneath them. Getting jostled as the vehicle he was in and the vehicles around him fell backwards from the bridge, getting jarred as they landed but the rocky stop also sloped downward, falling into a deep trench, utter darkness except for the sight of Yami-
Amethyst eyes shot wide open in terror as Heba shot up with a shouted, "YAMI!" The sight of his twin brother, his best friend and only family left, falling out the back of the truck when they were in mid-air almost had Heba hyperventilating. He looked around frantically but was unable to see through the darkness. He remembered the last sudden jar as they hit the ground before his head connected with the side of the interior of the truck he was in. A sudden pain radiated from his skull as this realization hit him and he put a hand up to his head. Warm wetness seeped through his fingers that he assumed to be blood.
A little disoriented, Heba patted around, hoping against hope that his brother had somehow miraculously landed near him. No such luck. There were crates everywhere and he realized he was probably still inside the truck's interior. Crawling towards the front Heba remembered that two of his new friends, Honda and Otogi, were supposed to be in the front seat of the open-aired truck and he felt concern for them.
Finding the panel that separated the front seats and the interior of the truck he slid it open. He heard a groan immediately to his right and the sound of breathing to his left. Heba, still holding his bleeding head, croaked, "Honda? Otogi?"
The voice that had groaned coughed a bit before replying back groggily, "Heba?" It was Otogi. Heba didn't even have time to reply back before Otogi shouted out, "HIROTO!" Heba winced at the shout so near his ear but moved out of the way as Otogi lunged past him for the other seat, searching in the darkness for his lover. A quiet sob was heard from Otogi as he found Honda and they were silent for a moment as they listened for Honda's breathing; it came out as a yell when Otogi did something that Heba couldn't see.
The sound of rustling could be heard before Honda's voice, a little confused but relatively normal, came from the other seat, "Jeez, Ryugi. You didn't have to squeeze the ever-living shit out of me. You're a lot stronger than you…" He trailed off as Otogi continued just clinging to him in the darkness, the sound of his sobs of relief being heard. Greatly concerned, Honda asked, "What's wrong? Are you okay? Why is everything so dark?" A sudden groan of pain close to their truck caused an immediate reaction in Honda, the doctor in him coming to life and a sudden influx of memory flooded his brain. Frantically making sure that his lover was safe as he called out for his other friends that he remembered were supposed to be in the back of the truck he had been driving. "Heba?! Yami?! Are you guys okay back there?" Otogi didn't appear to be injured but he still remained clinging to his boyfriend's chest, his sobs trailing off into weak panting as his terror abated and the adrenaline seeped from his body leaving him shaky.
Heba replied back, "I'm right here but Yami…" he trailed off once again terrified for his older twin.
Honda and Otogi heard the quaver in his voice and it was enough to make them fairly alarmed; they really liked the crimson-eyed man. He had been the first one of their expedition aside from their friends to accept them for being gay. And when the fire had broken out it had been Yami to rally everyone together and try to lead them to safety. Honda, experienced in dealing with distraught family-members, calmly inquired, "Is he alright? Did his wound open back up?" Their eyes were adjusting to the darkness enough so that they could see relative shapes, and Honda scooted over in his seat towards the partition where Heba was at.
Heba hesitated a moment before he replied back, unshed tears making his throat huskier, "He's not here. When we started falling the first time, he fell out the back of the truck." Otogi and Honda felt their eyes widen; that didn't sound good for their new friend.
Honda, trying to be a little optimistic, said, "Well, we should probably start looking for him outside then." He prayed that they wouldn't find the other man dead; Heba wouldn't be able to take the trauma of seeing something like that. Assisting Heba through the partition, the three cautiously exited the truck. They could hear people groaning in pain and smell the scents of upturned earth and something metallic, but they could still only see vague shaped from the little bits of light that they were given.
Two sets of sudden cursing, one in Japanese and the other in Egyptian, had the three sighing in relief; their other two friends were still alive if they were cursing up a storm that big. Other voices could be recognized as well, but Heba was listening hopefully for an authorative baritone that he had grown up with all his life. He felt dread when he didn't hear Yami speak.
A sudden light flamed about six feet away from them, and they could see the familiar face of a certain albino glaring at everything as he held his lighter up. The familiar snarky tone of the russet-eyed Bakura called out in English so everyone could understand him, "All right, who's not dead? Sound off you motherfuckers, or die." Yep, that was Bakura. Groans could be heard but everyone answered back with their voices.
Jou could be heard replying angrily back, "Fuckin' bug bit me!"
Honda called back worriedly, "I hope they aren't poisonous. If they are then someone's going to have to suck out the poison."
Malik snickered as he teased back, "Don't everyone go jumping in at once."
Everyone groaned at aches and pains as Rebecca shouted a "Yes!" before a set of headlights turned on to their left. The Hummer was in better shape than a lot of the other vehicles though it was at a slight angle from the way it landed on an uneven cluster of rocks. Shizuka stood next to her near the front seat as the pre-teen tried to start the engine. No luck. It only had enough juice to turn on the lights. Others saw what she did and turned on their own vehicle's headlights. Honda immediately set to work on assisting those with injuries, Otogi acting as his nurse.
Keith and Mai were a bit farther away from the rest of the crew, near their busted jeep, but they were still within relatively close range. Keith, trying to reassert himself, called out, "Rebecca, give me a damage report." Everyone in the group startled at the sound of his voice before turning towards him to give him and Mai glares and sneers. No one else in the crew gave the two any negative thoughts; they had all been too busy with the fire to notice when they had both left the crew behind without leadership, and no one but the group had seen the two cowards drive away. Only a few others in the crew had thought it odd that the crimson-eyed veteran explorer had taken charge during the outbreak, and those few looked around for the shorter man instead, seeking his leadership instinctively.
Rebecca, cursing internally at the fact that she had to still listen to this guy, said under her breathe, "I wish they had gotten squashed instead of some of the others in the crew." Only Shizuka could hear her and the auburn-haired young woman tilted her head in puzzlement at the pre-teens' word; she was almost blind and had therefore not seen the two leaders drive away in their time of need. Still, the younger woman kept silent as was her way as Rebecca assessed the vehicles. Her bespectacled eyes noted everything and said begrudgingly, "They're not as bad as they could have been. We totaled rigs 2 and 7, Jou's Hummer could use a jump-start, the trucks look fine, and the jeeps are scrap-metal. The Drill looks like it'll still run." She was pretty surprised at how well everything was considering their fall and looked down at her feet. Scuffing her boot on the dirt floor she saw that it was pretty springy and loose which would account for the relatively soft landing. Continuing in an undertone, she remarked, "Lucky for us we landed in something soft."
Marik, at the Drill near where Rebecca was at, heard her comment and looked down himself. Squatting down in the dirt, he picked up some of the dirt particles and held it up to the light. Realization slammed into as he recognized it and remarked aloud to himself, "That's ash. We are standing at the base of a dormant volcano."
Everyone straightened at this in alarm as Mai looked up thoughtfully. Where there was a volcano, that usually meant that there was an opening for the magma to come out. Pulling out her flare gun, she fired it off upwards and everyone looked up to watch its ascent, a bright flare of yellow light trailing gray smoke in it's wake as it flew upward. The flare just kept going up and Mai remarked, "It just keeps going."
Bakura wondered if that meant that it was merely a night sky above them remarked to Malik, "Maybe that's our ticket out of here." A moment later, the flare exploded as it hit something solid so high up that it barely made a popping sound.
Malik was too busy having fun with the ash to notice what Bakura said so it was Rebecca that replied back, "Guess not."
It was the sudden light of the exploding flare that attracted to Malik looked up and remarked, "The magma has solidified in the bowels of the volcano, effectively blocking the exit."
Otogi glanced at Honda and mock-whispered, "The same problem mom has with sauerkraut." Honda choked back a laugh and Heba, close enough to overhear them, stared at the couple with a look of disgust on his face.
Jou had moved closer to his little sister and glanced up from his worried perusal of her to stare at Malik in apprehension. Alarmed, he said, "Hold on, back up. Are you sayin' dat dis whole volcano can blow at anytime?"
Malik unconcernedly stated, "Nah. That would take an explosive force of great magnitude."
At the 'explosive' part, everyone looked over towards Bakura. The albino narrowed his eyes at all of them and snarled, "Like I want to blow myself up. The dynamite is still in their cases, relax. We're just lucky they didn't explode when the fire began." Everyone shuddered at the very real possibility of that having happened.
Malik glanced at the crates in question and curiously remarked, "You know, all things considering, we were near the epicenter of where the fire started. We're really lucky that those didn't explode. What company did those crates come from, they must be pretty good stock cuz they don't even have any scorch marks on them." Malik was right, and that was very surprising. Bakura shrugged, he had wondered the same thing about their seemingly good luck, but he brushed it off. Obviously his dynamite wasn't supposed to kill him; yet.
Keith, not knowing Japanese, was still on the volcano and remarked, "If we were to blow the top off of that thing, we'd have a straight shot to the surface." Still trying to get back into the crew's good graces, Keith deigned to ask the veteran explorer, "Mr. Mutou, what do you think?"
Everyone turned to look for Yami but all they saw was Heba; Honda and Otogi winced as they realized that Yami still hadn't been found yet as Heba's eyes filled with tears. Swallowing them down, Heba thickly replied, "I don't know where Yami is." Their friends looked shocked and stricken at this while Keith tried to hide the surprised satisfaction in his gaze. He hadn't even had to arrange an 'accident' for the freak.
~~Atlanteans~~
Having watched the vehicles fall down the trench underneath the broken bridge, the six Atlanteans could now leave their hiding spot without being seen by the other people. Seto steered his brother around the large fire as Ryou began chanting a rain spell, thus effectively putting out the fires. The small bugs that had been spelled by the lantern to set fire to anything they came in contact with, had all either died or flown away since their nest. The lantern that had hung suspended above the bridge had broken and was what had served as their nest in a symbiotic relationship. The lantern gave the bugs that lived in it a safe home and spells that would guarantee their safety from predators, while the small Shadow Realm bugs, Insect Monster Tokens, gave up bits of their life energy so that the lantern could remain 'alive' in return.
Marik was enjoying himself amongst all the destruction as the other five went directly to the trench, expecting to see a blazing pile of wreckage at the bottom. Instead, they saw only the remains of the bridge and another hole that sloped downwards into the cliff where they were standing, and thus out of their sight. Mokuba looked up at his older brother in pleading and the icy-eyed man turned towards Atemu. Grimly, Atemu looked at his two cousins and said, "Time to go down and make sure our mates are alright." At the mention of 'mate', Yugi flinched. The others caught the motion and gave him sympathetic glances; he had been the only one to actually see his mate and feel the connecting of souls they shared before the man had fallen down the hole.
Twin mists enveloped the shape-shifters and Ryou and Marik began chanting the harness spell. A moment later, the two Blue-Eyes White Dragons stood where the two brothers had been, covered in the golden harnesses that would keep their passengers safe during flight. Ryou and Yugi climbed on to Mokuba as Atemu and Marik climbed on to Seto. Everyone was silent in their dread and fear for their mates, everyone except Marik who was remembering the screams and explosions; thoroughly enjoying himself. Seto and Mokuba shook themselves to make sure the harnesses stayed in place and jumped off the edge a moment later.
The two dragons glided down in relative silence and managed to squeeze through the hole that led to a tunnel. The tunnel went onwards but it split off. Both tunnels sloped downwards but one went further into the interior while the other went down in the opposite direction. Unsure of which way to go, the two dragons hovered in place as they glanced at Yugi, the official guide through these underground tunnels. Yugi scrunched his face up in concentration as he looked for anything that he could use as a directional sense. Seeing several things that he slightly recognized, the young man hazarded to say, "I think that those two tunnels connect a little ways down the road. That one," he points to the one going further into the interior, "goes away from Atlantis and will eventually lead us to a tunnel that can go to the original set of roads we came from, or in the direction of Atlantis. That one," he pointed to the other one, "connects with the other tunnel but is technically closer to Atlantis. We should probably go down that one since, if they have a good cartographer, then they'll be able to take them to Atlantis from either tunnel but this one will mean they'll have to pass us if we chose the wrong one. If we choose that one and they wound up going through the other one, then they'll reach Atlantis before we reach them."
Trusting his older cousin, Mokuba immediately went through the second tunnel as Seto followed silently behind. They soon emerged into the top of a pretty big cave. A tunnel could be seen from the direction they thought was the other tunnel from their view point and another tunnel that they knew led to Atlantis. Looking around, the six Atlanteans saw no vehicles, which meant that they had taken the wrong tunnel. But since, according to Yugi, they would have to pass by this cave on their way to Atlantis anyway, they didn't think anything was particularly wrong. Seto and Mokuba had just set down and were waiting for Ryou and Marik to uncast their harness spells when Yugi suddenly gasped.
Atemu glanced at his brother in alarm, only to see Yugi jumping off Mokuba to sprint towards a rock beneath the tunnel they had entered from. Atemu immediately saw the unconscious man that was laying up against the rock. Ruby-eyes widened as he recognized his aten'kheftu, the man who was also his younger cousin's kah'gs (soul-half). Atemu and Ryou both jumped off immediately to see if they could assist Yugi and Mokuba transformed back into his human form. Marik took his own sweet time getting off Seto, so the older dragon simply swung his body so the tomb-builder would fall off now that the harnesses were off. Marik cursed at the dragon in Egyptian as Seto ignored him and melted into his human form to stride after his brother.
Yugi skidded to a halt in front of his prone mate and immediately searched him over for injuries. Aside from a few scratches the other man appeared unharmed in the way of broken bones and concussions. The only injury that Yugi could see was that his pant leg was soaked in blood; he was forcefully reminded of his mate limping before they went over the bridge. His mate's face, so much like his cousin's that it was uncanny, was scrunched up in discomfort and he appeared close to awakening soon. Not wanting to wake him up, Yugi sent on the common telepathic wave, ~Ryou? If you have any medicinal potions or herbs for him I would appreciate it please. He looks like he's going to wake up soon.~
Everyone heard Yugi in their minds and Seto immediately grabbed at Mokuba, he didn't know the other man and he wasn't going to risk Mokuba's safety near a stranger; even if he was his cousin's soul-mate. Mokuba complained to his brother at the manhandling on their own private telepathic wave to which Seto completely ignored. Instead, he grabbed his younger brother and began steering him towards the tunnel that led to Atlantis, being tactful enough to allow the two soul-mates their privacy; even though there were three others that weren't. Marik had wandered over to see the bleeding wound to which Atemu deftly intercepted and steered the other male away, in the same direction as Seto and Mokuba. Ryou did indeed have a potion that Isis had given him; now he knew why it was only one that Isis, a powerful seer, had allowed him to take. Handing it over to Yugi, Ryou waited only long enough to give him instructions on how to administer it before he sprinted after Atemu; he certainly didn't want to be a third-wheel. Alone now with his mate, Yugi startled when the other man groaned, almost dropping the small vial of liquid in his hand in his fright.
~~Yami~~
Awareness came slowly for Yami. Along with awareness came red pain that radiated upward, from his leg. The burning sensation became worse as his mind came closer to the surface and it took him a moment to remember why his leg hurt so much. He had slashed it while they were being chased by a Duel Monster in an escape pod. While they were on their way to Atlantis. Memories flashed through his mind and he remembered the fire and the bridge. He remembered falling out of the back of the truck as they were falling and seeing Heba's eyes widen in panic before everything went black.
Amusement flashed for a second as he remembered his last thought before he went over. Obviously his grandfather was wrong, if the pain in his leg was any indication. His amusement fled him when he moved said leg a bit and he almost passed out again from the pain. An involuntary groan left him from the immense pain but he was further relieved since it was proof that he wasn't dead. Gritting his teeth, hoping to find his brother somewhere nearby him, he opened his eyes to take stock of his surroundings.
Crimson-red eyes narrowed in pain clashed with widely startled amethyst. For a split second, Yami thought he was looking at his brother. But before he could even register who he was looking at, his body warmed and hummed in ways it had never done for his brother. The warmth that had been in his chest since they had arrived here, abruptly vanished only to be replaced with utter longing. Now he knew the other person wasn't his brother. In fact, he had only ever done had that effect for one person. Yami quickly glanced away from those amethyst orbs, so like his little brothers', and perused the face that went with them. Yep, just like Heba from the face, hair, aura, and bearings. The only difference was that this man was pale and was wearing different clothes. In fact, he was wearing something that he knew Heba had never worn before outside of a costume party. A white Egyptian-styled shenti emphasized his slight but toned body. Gold winked at him from his upper arms, ankles, wrists, around his hips acting as a belt, and an intricate pectoral that held his royal purple cloak. Petite white shoes poked out from beneath his cloak as he crouched in front of Yami.
Yami took in all of this at a glance and returned his gaze to those wide eyes, so very like his twin's that it was a little unnerving. But he recognized him, and he couldn't help but smirk a bit as he remembered that his guess had been right. When he had seen the angelically sleeping face of his little brother's mirror image when he was onboard the submarine in his vision, Yami had gotten the feeling that if the other were to open his sleeping eyes then they would be the same shade of amethyst-purple as his brother's. Some unknown place in his heart was ecstatic that he had guessed correctly and Yami decided not to look too closely at that part of himself.
Yami realized peripherally that he was in a cave and that he was leaning up against a rock, but he couldn't seem to pull his gaze away from the other person in front of him. He noted with satisfaction that the other seemed just as distracted by him as he was with the other man. So caught up was he in soaking in the sight of his vision-come-to-life that he forgot he was injured and rearranged his leg for further support.
The flinch and hiss of pain that accompanied the movement seemed to break the spell that had enshrouded them and caused the Heba look-alike to jump in surprise. Yami glanced down to see his pant leg soaked in blood and figured that his wound had reopened, possibly even gotten worse. He completely missed the look of shame that creeped into light-purple eyes.
Yami glanced up when he heard a slightly metallic sound and raised an eyebrow when he saw that the sound had been caused by the other person unsheathing a knife. A knife that was very reminiscent of one's he had seen in museums and collection books that his grandfather had owned regarding ancient Egyptian artifacts; the only difference was that those one's had been centuries to millennia old and had looked it, while this one looked fairly new. The blade was more rounded than most daggers and the hilt was made up mostly of gold and silver, possibly platinum, looking somewhat 'pillar-like' in it's design with gems that winked purple in the light.
Yami felt his curiosity pique, he had grown up seeing these types of daggers in textbooks his grandfather owned and he was just as interested in Egyptian archeology as the rest of his family. When he saw the dagger move down to his leg Yami waited to feel any sense of alarm, but he felt only curiosity. Looking back up into the stranger-who-wasn't-a-stranger's eyes, he saw that the other male had paused and was trying to convey a sense of reassurance with his eyes.
To show him that Yami felt no fear of him or his dagger, Yami leaned back, seeming as though to get comfortable, and waved a hand for him to continue whatever it was he was doing. The other man seemed surprised for a second before a hint of some inner amusement glinted in his eyes. Purple eyes suddenly became serious as the man turned back to Yami's leg and began cutting at the blood-soaked material. Yami tilted his head as he heard the other man mumble something under his breath, but it was too quiet for him to hear. Disappointed that he hadn't heard the other man, Yami almost asked him to repeat himself, but refrained since the other was wielding a knife very close to his injured leg and he didn't want to distract him.
His leg had been bared enough for them both to see the damage and the purple-eyed male flinched at the sight. Yami was much more composed since he had technically already seen his leg damaged before; it didn't look much different than when he had injured it the first time. The stitched had broken and blood seeped from the wound, showing bits of dark-pink muscle and white bone. The other almost put his fingers to the black stitches, appearing curious in spite of the horrible sight, before pulling his hand back quickly as though he was afraid to cause Yami more pain. Yami appreciated it though he didn't think it was particularly necessary, whatever the other did was going to hurt no matter what. Yami even opened his mouth to tell the other to not worry about not hurting him when he noticed that the Heba look-alike was uncorking a bottle in his hand.
Tilting his head in renewed curiosity, Yami closed his mouth to watch the other man do whatever it was he was doing. A quick tug and the small golden vial came uncorked. Amethyst eyes flashed upwards to look at Yami in uncertainty before he gestured to the vial in his hand and then made a hand motion to his injured leg. Deciphering it to mean that whatever was in the vial would be something for his leg, Yami nodded his assent, though he was a little wary of what he was planning on doing with just a liquid; he wondered if the other man was going to bring something else out to seal his wounds.
Closely watching his brother's look-alike, but definitely curious, Yami stayed silent so as not to distract him from whatever he was doing. The look-alike's eyes had filled with relief at Yami's permission and he kept shooting glances at him as though he was trying to gauge his reactions to his movements; like one would with a small creature that needed constant reassurance lest you get bitten.
The pungent smell of mint and something basil-ish burrowed into Yami's nose from the opened bottle. He had smelled weirder combinations but the strength from both was enough to wrinkle his nose. The other looked faintly amused at his new expression but he was more focused on pouring a glowing golden liquid unto his hand. Yami stared at the strange sight, it looked almost like the liquid from a yellow glow stick but this liquid stayed attached to the Heba look-alike's hand, even when he held his hand up the liquid defied gravity and encased his hand and refused to run down his arm like a normal liquid would. Slightly unnerved by the sight but refusing to show weakness, Yami kept his expression neutral.
His eyes were immediately drawn to a small movement as the other man's tongue slipping out between his lips to wet his cupid-bow mouth in concentration, and Yami felt his body heat up. Eyes riveted to the sight of that pink tongue poking out of those pouting lips, Yami barely noticed when he lifted the glowing hand and reached for his wound.
Yami hissed in a split moment of pain when that golden hand fell upon his open wound, before a comforting warmth spilled through him, emanating from his leg. Amethyst eyes closed and Yami saw the golden glow transferring from his hand to Yami's leg. Yami watched in awe as the golden glow flowed off of that hand and only when all the luminescent liquid was on his leg did the Heba look-alike take his hand away. Yami felt a second of disappointment at the removal before his focus was suddenly centered on his leg. His wound was gone and all that remained was a glowing golden handprint that slowly dissipated as Yami watched with disbelieving eyes.
Yami looked up to stare at the purple-eyed man before him, utterly overwhelmed and unable to speak. The other glanced away in shy bashfulness at the obvious awe and seemed too uncomfortable with it to speak just yet. Not that Yami knew what language he spoke, probably Atlantean. I should have taken a look at Heba's Journal to look up the language while I had the chance. Yami suddenly startled as he remembered his brother. Heba must be frantic, unless he was-
Yami shook his head rather forcefully as he refused to even finish that sentence, even in his head. The person before him glanced up at Yami's sudden movement and Yami opened his mouth to reassure him but didn't get the chance as the purple-tipped head suddenly shot up and jerked around to stare at a tunnel near them in surprise. Yami glanced in the same direction and suddenly noticed a deep rumbling coming from that direction. Yami recognized the familiar sound of the Drill but the shorter person in front of him seemed to think that it was something dangerous, because he suddenly grabbed Yami by the hand and pulled him up, shooting the tunnel entrance alarmed looks. Yami felt a tingle of awareness spark between their joined hands and felt warmth shoot up from his hand and travel throughout his whole body.
Yami was so disconcerted by the sensation that he didn't notice that the other male had pulled him to his feet with a surprising strength. He suddenly found himself on his feet with no pain in his leg, and as soon as he was stable he was tugged urgently towards a different entrance tunnel. The Heba look-alike pulled him through that tunnel and Yami found himself running to keep up with him as he was dragged inwards.
Focused purely on the person dragging him along, Yami didn't know how long they ran but it couldn't have been more than a minute. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings and just as Yami was about to call out to him, he suddenly heard a deep-throated roar come from ahead.
Yami felt his eyes widen in alarm; that was most certainly not anything that he was familiar with and sounded decidedly organic. And angry. Yami was barely able to skid to a complete halt before he rammed face-first into a stone wall, losing his grip on the other man as he continued on though with his forward momentum into a hole in the wall that he had barely been able to squeeze through.
Yami's eyes widened at the separation and he thought he saw the other glance backwards at him in puzzlement and terror before the rock wall disrupted his view of each other. Light poured through the hole and he sensed movement beyond the hole, and he thought he heard a shouted scream on the other side. Galvanized into action by sheer terror for the other person that he instinctually recognized, Yami clawed his way through the barely-large-enough hole with a much-needed suck-in of the stomach area.
The grayish light of a cloudy day enveloped Yami and he had to pause a second to let his eyes readjust to the sudden influx of light; after being underground for so long, his pupils were a tad light-sensitive. He glanced around for the other male and found himself utterly alone. He stood on a grass and moss-covered ledge that protruded from a piece of a mountain.
Yami found himself unable to move from his spot. What stopped him in his tracks though was the sight before his eyes. Crimson eyes widened as he gazed out before him and felt his mouth part in awe at the sight. Dully, he could hear the approaching sound of the Drill behind him but he still could not bring himself to move from that spot.
The cracking and tearing away of rock came from behind him but Yami didn't even flinch. Dimly Yami heard his name being shouted from behind him and he recognized his little brother's voice, rife with relief. He heard others shouting his name and running towards him before the footsteps slowed and the voices faded away in mid-sentences and questions. Utter silence pervaded the lonely rock protrusion in which they all stood as the explorers gazed forward in disbelieving wonder and stunned awe.
Yami didn't need to turn his head to know that everyone's mouths were gaping and every set of eyes were riveted forward. Out of the corner of his eyes, Yami caught sight of Heba to his one side drop to his knees, overwhelmed, and Honda on is other side rub his eyes and look again, as though his eyes were playing tricks on him. Behind him he heard Bakura breath in an awed tone, "Son of a bitch."
Before them all, in all its' majestic glory, was an enormous waterfall. The mountain ranges on the edges of their peripheral vision were shrouded and hazy due to the copious amounts of mist from the roaring waterfall. The waterfall was a full circle that was in itself probably several hundred miles around with little outcroppings of rock that interspersed the circumference of the waterfall, much like small islands. The waterfall was caused due to the fact that the platform upon which it was all held together was a giant lake that's water fell off the edge of the circular rock platform that it had was its' base. And directly in the center of the giant lake was a far-off island, the biggest one of the lake, and upon that island were the unmistakably man-made structures of a city. Atlantis.
They had arrived at last.
SORRY! I just had to end it there! It was the perfect place to end it, even though it made the chapter very short! TT_TT
Once again, sorry for the cliff-hanger and for how long it took this short chapter to be made. I do have a good reason though! I was in Disney from last Wednesday till last night (Saturday)! It was mine, my sisters', and a friend of ours Graduation present! We had sooo much fun and it gave me a lot of ideas ^O^. Yay Star Wars weekend! Whoo!
Anyway, that's the reason for my less than prompt chapter and I'm sorry once again for the long delay.
Thanks to all my viewers and reviewers for being so patient. Please comment and review and I should have the next chapter for everyone within the next few days!
