Disclaimer: God! Can't you peeps get it! I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! I don't even own this computer. It's my mom's -_-;
Angel's Blood
By: Bishiehuggler
Chapter one: Conspiracy and Punishment
He looked up, piercing crimson eyes never wavering as he stood on the podium. He had done a terrible wrong,
interfered with his superiors plans and would now be judged accordingly for what he had done. He was sifting
through many possible escape strategies, each one more outrageous than the last. He was jerked out of his reveries when a booming voice reached his ears. He listened intently to what he had to say.
"Yami no Yuugi, the Court of the Gods finds you guilty for hanous crimes of treason, four accounts of murder and an assasination attempt in the first degree. You shall be scentanced to agony forever, sealed inside the Shadow Realm, your soul used as food for the monsters that lived there." Osiris, God of the Dead and Final Judgement, had spoked his condemning words for all spirits, souls, gods and demons collected would hear the just punishments the traitor would recieve.
Set, God of the Desert, spoke up-out of line, of course-and no one in the room had enough compassion for the prisoner to stop him. "Yugioh!" he sneered, "Living in the place you tried to dispell. Oh, it must be agony to just hear this!" The god lauged in the young man's face. Set had insulted him in the worst possible way. If anyone would had looked, they would have seen that Yugioh's usual calm, collective air was gone. In its place was a burning rage. The gold, upside-down pyramid clinked against its chain as his eyes darted around, looking for potential targets like a mad, serial killer would do. Unfortunately, nobody noticed since they were filing merrily out of the courtroom, happy that the boy under them would not bother them again. The blast caught them off guard.
He had lain the courtroom to ruins, focusing almost all of his magical energy into the attack. Many were knocked unconsious, overwhelmed by the force. Everyone in a ten-foot radius were killed. Excluding Osiris, of course. He would have to come back for him later. Right now he had more important things to do. Like saving his hide. The King of Games had been persued the moment he left the courtroom. A blast flung him off the ground.
'No matter,' he thought with his trademark smirk, 'I always was a great flyer.' His snow-white wings burst rather ungracefully from between his shoulder blades and he clumsily righted himself, dodging fire arrows, energy balls, holy spears and the lot as he flew to sanctuary.
He never made it.
He was looping, back flipping and barrel rolling to the best of his abilities, but still it was not enough. Pain rocketed through his left side while blood obscured his vision. He looked at his injured wing. It had been snapped in multiple places. Charred feathers fell away like water pouring over a bucket that was full to the brim.
'Shit,' he thought as he regained his sanity, crumpled, and fell from the sky.
* * *
Yuugi stuffed his face with toast as he yelled a muffled goodbye to his granfather and dashed out the door, slamming it behind him. He them came back, with an exasperated look on his face, trudged upstairs and hurtled back down with bag slung over his shoulder.
'Being in a frantic hurry leads to forgetfulness, I guess.' Sugoroku Mutou thought with his eyebrows raised as his grandson tore down the street. He sighed, 'If only Yuugi would wake up earlier.'
The said boy stopped to catch his breath and check his watch. He only had two minutes to run halfway across town to Domino City Junior High. He cursed his genes. For a boy of fifteen he was short for his age. An amazing 4'7" that even a tall eight-year-old could surpass (AN: I made his height up, but Rebecca Hawkins WAS taller than him). For this reason alone he was often picked on by older, taller boys that had brains the size of peanuts. But what he lacked in height, he made up for with heart. When you took the time to look deep in his amethyst eyes, you would see the passionate flame of dedication there. He was determined to help anyone in need, never considering himself to the point where it inflicted bodily harm.
Yuugi shook his head, his gold, black and red hair teasing his face cruelly as he tossed himself back to reality. He looked watch again and gasped in pure horror. 30 seconds left! He ran down the streets as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. He abruptly stopped and slapped his forehead.
'Wake up call! Shortcut right in front of you!' he mentally shouted to himself. A dark alleyway, shadowed over by two huge apartment buildings, would let him cut at least 2 blocks of the distance. He gulped. It looked creepy, but he was downtown in broad daylight, which ment there was nothing to lose (AN: Yes its spelt like that, not "loose"). He thrust his childish innocence aside and walked briskly through the alley.
He stepped in a deep puddle. "Blech!" he cried, jumping out. His fear took over and made him think about it. 'A huge puddle. No rain for weeks,' the water seeped into his shoes. He grimaced. 'Warm.' He shook his head, skirted the puddle and out the other end of the alley. His shoes made loud squelching noises and it was getting disgusting, so he decided to take them off.
He bent down to undo the laces and screamed bloody murder. For that's what it was. His perfectly white tennis shoes were stained with someones thick, red blood. And since it was still warm-
Yuugi turned around dramatically slowly, like in those horror movies. He then screamed for someone to call an ambulance. By some trick of the light, or angle of the sun, he was allowed to identify the blood's owner. He wore an upside-down pyramid on his neck, connected by a chain. It clinked a little. But he wasn't paying attention to that. The young owner looked exactly like him!
* * *
In the distance the tolling of a bell was like an ironic reminder of how twisted Fate was. Of what Yuugi Mutou was supposed to do, and what he ended up finding.
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Bishiehuggler: Well, was that any good? I hope so, I spent 2 whole hours writing it, them 5 hours typing it. -_-;;;
Well, now that you know how terrible I am on computers, Read and Review! And any flamers will get flamed themselves!
I hate flames, and I'm the type of person who will kick a table back if I stub my toe on it. God I'm wierd.
Angel's Blood
By: Bishiehuggler
Chapter one: Conspiracy and Punishment
He looked up, piercing crimson eyes never wavering as he stood on the podium. He had done a terrible wrong,
interfered with his superiors plans and would now be judged accordingly for what he had done. He was sifting
through many possible escape strategies, each one more outrageous than the last. He was jerked out of his reveries when a booming voice reached his ears. He listened intently to what he had to say.
"Yami no Yuugi, the Court of the Gods finds you guilty for hanous crimes of treason, four accounts of murder and an assasination attempt in the first degree. You shall be scentanced to agony forever, sealed inside the Shadow Realm, your soul used as food for the monsters that lived there." Osiris, God of the Dead and Final Judgement, had spoked his condemning words for all spirits, souls, gods and demons collected would hear the just punishments the traitor would recieve.
Set, God of the Desert, spoke up-out of line, of course-and no one in the room had enough compassion for the prisoner to stop him. "Yugioh!" he sneered, "Living in the place you tried to dispell. Oh, it must be agony to just hear this!" The god lauged in the young man's face. Set had insulted him in the worst possible way. If anyone would had looked, they would have seen that Yugioh's usual calm, collective air was gone. In its place was a burning rage. The gold, upside-down pyramid clinked against its chain as his eyes darted around, looking for potential targets like a mad, serial killer would do. Unfortunately, nobody noticed since they were filing merrily out of the courtroom, happy that the boy under them would not bother them again. The blast caught them off guard.
He had lain the courtroom to ruins, focusing almost all of his magical energy into the attack. Many were knocked unconsious, overwhelmed by the force. Everyone in a ten-foot radius were killed. Excluding Osiris, of course. He would have to come back for him later. Right now he had more important things to do. Like saving his hide. The King of Games had been persued the moment he left the courtroom. A blast flung him off the ground.
'No matter,' he thought with his trademark smirk, 'I always was a great flyer.' His snow-white wings burst rather ungracefully from between his shoulder blades and he clumsily righted himself, dodging fire arrows, energy balls, holy spears and the lot as he flew to sanctuary.
He never made it.
He was looping, back flipping and barrel rolling to the best of his abilities, but still it was not enough. Pain rocketed through his left side while blood obscured his vision. He looked at his injured wing. It had been snapped in multiple places. Charred feathers fell away like water pouring over a bucket that was full to the brim.
'Shit,' he thought as he regained his sanity, crumpled, and fell from the sky.
* * *
Yuugi stuffed his face with toast as he yelled a muffled goodbye to his granfather and dashed out the door, slamming it behind him. He them came back, with an exasperated look on his face, trudged upstairs and hurtled back down with bag slung over his shoulder.
'Being in a frantic hurry leads to forgetfulness, I guess.' Sugoroku Mutou thought with his eyebrows raised as his grandson tore down the street. He sighed, 'If only Yuugi would wake up earlier.'
The said boy stopped to catch his breath and check his watch. He only had two minutes to run halfway across town to Domino City Junior High. He cursed his genes. For a boy of fifteen he was short for his age. An amazing 4'7" that even a tall eight-year-old could surpass (AN: I made his height up, but Rebecca Hawkins WAS taller than him). For this reason alone he was often picked on by older, taller boys that had brains the size of peanuts. But what he lacked in height, he made up for with heart. When you took the time to look deep in his amethyst eyes, you would see the passionate flame of dedication there. He was determined to help anyone in need, never considering himself to the point where it inflicted bodily harm.
Yuugi shook his head, his gold, black and red hair teasing his face cruelly as he tossed himself back to reality. He looked watch again and gasped in pure horror. 30 seconds left! He ran down the streets as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. He abruptly stopped and slapped his forehead.
'Wake up call! Shortcut right in front of you!' he mentally shouted to himself. A dark alleyway, shadowed over by two huge apartment buildings, would let him cut at least 2 blocks of the distance. He gulped. It looked creepy, but he was downtown in broad daylight, which ment there was nothing to lose (AN: Yes its spelt like that, not "loose"). He thrust his childish innocence aside and walked briskly through the alley.
He stepped in a deep puddle. "Blech!" he cried, jumping out. His fear took over and made him think about it. 'A huge puddle. No rain for weeks,' the water seeped into his shoes. He grimaced. 'Warm.' He shook his head, skirted the puddle and out the other end of the alley. His shoes made loud squelching noises and it was getting disgusting, so he decided to take them off.
He bent down to undo the laces and screamed bloody murder. For that's what it was. His perfectly white tennis shoes were stained with someones thick, red blood. And since it was still warm-
Yuugi turned around dramatically slowly, like in those horror movies. He then screamed for someone to call an ambulance. By some trick of the light, or angle of the sun, he was allowed to identify the blood's owner. He wore an upside-down pyramid on his neck, connected by a chain. It clinked a little. But he wasn't paying attention to that. The young owner looked exactly like him!
* * *
In the distance the tolling of a bell was like an ironic reminder of how twisted Fate was. Of what Yuugi Mutou was supposed to do, and what he ended up finding.
****************************************************************************
Bishiehuggler: Well, was that any good? I hope so, I spent 2 whole hours writing it, them 5 hours typing it. -_-;;;
Well, now that you know how terrible I am on computers, Read and Review! And any flamers will get flamed themselves!
I hate flames, and I'm the type of person who will kick a table back if I stub my toe on it. God I'm wierd.