Chapter 7: Enemy?
Author's Note: Yugioh is sadly not mine.
Sorry to cut everybody off at that point in the last chapter, but I had to, or else I couldn't have gotten the chapter up yesterday, because I didn't have time!
Angel Reaper: Yugi is special because Yugi is Yugi. In other words, I have absolutely no idea why Yugi is so special. It just kind of fits in with the plot. Somehow, Yugi will change the world, if that answers your question. As for the other question, read on and find out! I'm pretty sure you will find out in this chapter, but as of now, I haven't written it yet, so I really can't be sure.
Chibizoo: I can't believe you think I'm talented! *Has a heart attack and dies* I've been worshipping your stories, though not reviewing them (I don't quite know why, I guess I'll review today!), and here you go, saying I'm talented! *Blabs on and on about this for the rest of the day and forgets the plot*
Anyways, big thanks to everybody who reviewed! I'll be mentioning your names next chapter, I think. I haven't written this stuff yet, so I don't know when the last chapter will be!
(Still Yami's Perspective)
I was at 300 life points, with my Dark Magician out on the field. Unfortunately, Dakid, though only at 200 life points, had a Tri-Horned Dragon out, with 3000 attack points from the power-up he put on it. It was my move.
'Don't worry, Yami. You can do it!'
'Thanks, Yugi, now shush.' My reply wasn't exactly nice, but I really needed to concentrate, especially since this next draw could win me the game, or cause me to lose. I carefully placed a hand on my deck, whispering a quick prayer to whichever gods would care to listen. Finally, I drew.
I held the card in my hand, halfway between deck and eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to look at it. What if it was worthless? What if this one card lost the duel, and all that I fought for? I sat frozen for a good five minutes or so.
'Yami? Are you all right?'
'No.' I replied flatly.
'Yami, don't worry. Just look at the card! Come on.'
I licked my lips, and brought the card further up, so that I could see which card it was. The first thing I saw was a pair of glowing pink orbs. Eyes. Between those was a large purple sword. My own eyes widened. This was perfect!
"I equip my Dark Magician with the Sword of Deep-Seated! This adds 500 attack points, raising my Dark Magician to match your Tri-Horned Dragon!" This was going well. At least I'd get the over-powerful dragon off the field. wait! My mouth suddenly twisted into a smirk. "But that's not all. The Yami card that's still in play not only raises the attack and defense points of fiend type monsters, but also spellcasters. This means that my Dark Magician gets a field power bonus, raising it 200 points above your Tri-Horned Dragon. I win."
"What? But that's impossible!" Dakid managed to say after opening and closing his mouth soundlessly a few times. Suddenly, he shut his open mouth, and it turned instantly to a sour frown. "Well, even if I didn't beat you, you can't stop me from my plan!" Without further warning, he grabbed Yugi, who had been sitting on the chair with a slightly stunned, but happy expression on his face.
Dakid held Yugi up by the back of his neck, fingers digging into the bottom of Yugi's skull. The said captive whimpered in pain, causing Dakid to smirk. From somewhere within the folds of his cloak, he pulled out a blade, not silver, as Yugi was not a vampire, which he pressed to Yugi's neck.
"Make any move to stop me, and the boy will be dead."
'Yami! Help!' Yugi pleaded. I froze, eyes wide, as I remembered all too clearly my dream, and my past.
Dakid seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. "Yes, Kyrik. (I know he should have used that name before, but I forgot. Sorry!) Once again, you have failed to protect the ones you care for." He laughed. "How does that feel?"
Time stopped. My mind went completely blank, not thinking of a solution to my problem, as it should have, but rather remembering the time that I had failed before. "You've failed again." A voice seemed to echo again. "You're a failure. Failure. Failure."
'No, no, no, I'm not!' I thought back at it. 'No.' And suddenly, my head cleared. The voices pounding through my head went silent, and all of a sudden, I could think again. That's when I realized: I was being stupid. I hadn't failed yet.
I quietly called on the powers of the Millennium Puzzle, digging into its furthest recesses for any amount of magic I could get. All the warning Dakid got was the faintest glow emitting from both pendants, hanging from Yugi's neck, as well as mine, before I attacked. The best way to describe it is that I pushed. I shoved the magic at Dakid, relying on it to do as much damage as possible. It did.
With a cry, Dakid dropped the knife, luckily away from Yugi, and it landed on the ground with a clatter. Dakid sunk to the ground beside it, clutching his head, abdomen, arms, and just about every body part in agony, freeing Yugi in the process. Yugi scuttled out of the way, and stared from me to Dakid, then turned his gaze back to me again.
"What did you _do_?"
I shrugged, not quite sure of it myself, and turned my attention back to the struggling form on the ground. Dakid was obviously in a lot of pain. What was I supposed to do with him now? It didn't seem right to kill a helpless boy, which he was. Despite all the time that he's been alive, his body was frozen as that of a boy, and as I suspected, his mind, also. Of course, he had killed my two daughters while they were helpless, but was it really right to sink down to his level?
Dakid tilted his head up, and fixed his gaze on mine. He coughed a little, and blood began trickling out of the corner of his mouth. "Don't kill me." He whispered. "Please, don't kill me."
I stared. He really was a pitiful sight, but had he shown pity for all the people he'd killed? "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't!" I demanded with a scowl, mainly to cover up the fact that I was unsure.
"I... you... you can do anything that you want with me, just don't end my life. I worked hard to earn this life, so hard..."
"You earned it?"
He nodded feebly. "Yes, and when I gave it to you, as a gift, you despised me for it. Why?"
"You... you... what?"
"You were the only one who would befriend me, and I felt so grateful to you that I gave you the gift that I'd paid so dearly for. But, you, far from being grateful back to me, you hated me, as if I'd given you a curse."
"But, you killed me! I would have been human, if not for you."
Shock suddenly came to his eyes. "Is that really how you think of it?" He laughed harshly. "The one who made me a vampire gave his right hand for what you got for nothing. I spent two years as his slave for him to pass it on to me. You paid nothing! I've seen humans give up the rest of their lives, only to have one free day as a vampire. You were never grateful, though." He closed his eyes, as if deep in memory. "No, you never were. I felt it my duty to discipline you, and I took your family."
"You shouldn't have brought my family into this!" I said, voice weak, and knees to match.
"Your wife also got the gift for free. Some vampire or another went feeding, and got killed right in the middle, leaving his victim one of us. And your children? They did nothing! All they had to do was be born, and they were vampires. It wasn't fair!"
I suddenly saw Dakid for who he was. He wasn't a bloodthirsty killer, or an evil psychopath. He was merely a boy who wanted to be a vampire, and did anything he could to achieve it. Unfortunately for him, others around him were getting the "gift" for free. I certainly could not have stood that if it happened to me. Even if his reaction was a bit drastic, his actions were within reason.
Even so, I had no clue what to do with him. I wanted desperately to do the right thing, but what seemed clear just a moment ago was terribly blurry.
"Yami?" Came the whisper, so quiet, that at first, I didn't hear it. "Yami?"
"Huh?" I asked. Looking down, I discovered that Yugi wanted my attention.
"Yami, you aren't going to kill him, are you?"
I opened my mouth. And I closed it again. Once more opening it, I uttered, "Why not? He almost killed you. He killed my entire family. And he's not even sorry!"
"How do you know? Maybe he is sorry."
Both of us turned to look at Dakid, who nodded. "I am."
"Doesn't he deserve a second chance?"
I looked between the two of them for a moment, before nodding. "Alright, then." I reached down to heal Dakid, at least so that he was well enough to walk. I still didn't trust him. "Come on then, Dakid."
He didn't move. "Thanks, Yami." He finally said, before getting up and joining us in our departure from the shadow realm.
Author's Notes (Once More): Ok, this time, he meant to say Yami! Ha! I didn't make a mistake. Okay, there's probably going to be one more chapter, and epilogue-type thing, where I'll do a bit more of a conclusion, then I'll list the people that reviewed. Thanks in advance, all of you! And I really can't believe I'm almost done with this fic, as well.
Author's Note: Yugioh is sadly not mine.
Sorry to cut everybody off at that point in the last chapter, but I had to, or else I couldn't have gotten the chapter up yesterday, because I didn't have time!
Angel Reaper: Yugi is special because Yugi is Yugi. In other words, I have absolutely no idea why Yugi is so special. It just kind of fits in with the plot. Somehow, Yugi will change the world, if that answers your question. As for the other question, read on and find out! I'm pretty sure you will find out in this chapter, but as of now, I haven't written it yet, so I really can't be sure.
Chibizoo: I can't believe you think I'm talented! *Has a heart attack and dies* I've been worshipping your stories, though not reviewing them (I don't quite know why, I guess I'll review today!), and here you go, saying I'm talented! *Blabs on and on about this for the rest of the day and forgets the plot*
Anyways, big thanks to everybody who reviewed! I'll be mentioning your names next chapter, I think. I haven't written this stuff yet, so I don't know when the last chapter will be!
(Still Yami's Perspective)
I was at 300 life points, with my Dark Magician out on the field. Unfortunately, Dakid, though only at 200 life points, had a Tri-Horned Dragon out, with 3000 attack points from the power-up he put on it. It was my move.
'Don't worry, Yami. You can do it!'
'Thanks, Yugi, now shush.' My reply wasn't exactly nice, but I really needed to concentrate, especially since this next draw could win me the game, or cause me to lose. I carefully placed a hand on my deck, whispering a quick prayer to whichever gods would care to listen. Finally, I drew.
I held the card in my hand, halfway between deck and eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to look at it. What if it was worthless? What if this one card lost the duel, and all that I fought for? I sat frozen for a good five minutes or so.
'Yami? Are you all right?'
'No.' I replied flatly.
'Yami, don't worry. Just look at the card! Come on.'
I licked my lips, and brought the card further up, so that I could see which card it was. The first thing I saw was a pair of glowing pink orbs. Eyes. Between those was a large purple sword. My own eyes widened. This was perfect!
"I equip my Dark Magician with the Sword of Deep-Seated! This adds 500 attack points, raising my Dark Magician to match your Tri-Horned Dragon!" This was going well. At least I'd get the over-powerful dragon off the field. wait! My mouth suddenly twisted into a smirk. "But that's not all. The Yami card that's still in play not only raises the attack and defense points of fiend type monsters, but also spellcasters. This means that my Dark Magician gets a field power bonus, raising it 200 points above your Tri-Horned Dragon. I win."
"What? But that's impossible!" Dakid managed to say after opening and closing his mouth soundlessly a few times. Suddenly, he shut his open mouth, and it turned instantly to a sour frown. "Well, even if I didn't beat you, you can't stop me from my plan!" Without further warning, he grabbed Yugi, who had been sitting on the chair with a slightly stunned, but happy expression on his face.
Dakid held Yugi up by the back of his neck, fingers digging into the bottom of Yugi's skull. The said captive whimpered in pain, causing Dakid to smirk. From somewhere within the folds of his cloak, he pulled out a blade, not silver, as Yugi was not a vampire, which he pressed to Yugi's neck.
"Make any move to stop me, and the boy will be dead."
'Yami! Help!' Yugi pleaded. I froze, eyes wide, as I remembered all too clearly my dream, and my past.
Dakid seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. "Yes, Kyrik. (I know he should have used that name before, but I forgot. Sorry!) Once again, you have failed to protect the ones you care for." He laughed. "How does that feel?"
Time stopped. My mind went completely blank, not thinking of a solution to my problem, as it should have, but rather remembering the time that I had failed before. "You've failed again." A voice seemed to echo again. "You're a failure. Failure. Failure."
'No, no, no, I'm not!' I thought back at it. 'No.' And suddenly, my head cleared. The voices pounding through my head went silent, and all of a sudden, I could think again. That's when I realized: I was being stupid. I hadn't failed yet.
I quietly called on the powers of the Millennium Puzzle, digging into its furthest recesses for any amount of magic I could get. All the warning Dakid got was the faintest glow emitting from both pendants, hanging from Yugi's neck, as well as mine, before I attacked. The best way to describe it is that I pushed. I shoved the magic at Dakid, relying on it to do as much damage as possible. It did.
With a cry, Dakid dropped the knife, luckily away from Yugi, and it landed on the ground with a clatter. Dakid sunk to the ground beside it, clutching his head, abdomen, arms, and just about every body part in agony, freeing Yugi in the process. Yugi scuttled out of the way, and stared from me to Dakid, then turned his gaze back to me again.
"What did you _do_?"
I shrugged, not quite sure of it myself, and turned my attention back to the struggling form on the ground. Dakid was obviously in a lot of pain. What was I supposed to do with him now? It didn't seem right to kill a helpless boy, which he was. Despite all the time that he's been alive, his body was frozen as that of a boy, and as I suspected, his mind, also. Of course, he had killed my two daughters while they were helpless, but was it really right to sink down to his level?
Dakid tilted his head up, and fixed his gaze on mine. He coughed a little, and blood began trickling out of the corner of his mouth. "Don't kill me." He whispered. "Please, don't kill me."
I stared. He really was a pitiful sight, but had he shown pity for all the people he'd killed? "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't!" I demanded with a scowl, mainly to cover up the fact that I was unsure.
"I... you... you can do anything that you want with me, just don't end my life. I worked hard to earn this life, so hard..."
"You earned it?"
He nodded feebly. "Yes, and when I gave it to you, as a gift, you despised me for it. Why?"
"You... you... what?"
"You were the only one who would befriend me, and I felt so grateful to you that I gave you the gift that I'd paid so dearly for. But, you, far from being grateful back to me, you hated me, as if I'd given you a curse."
"But, you killed me! I would have been human, if not for you."
Shock suddenly came to his eyes. "Is that really how you think of it?" He laughed harshly. "The one who made me a vampire gave his right hand for what you got for nothing. I spent two years as his slave for him to pass it on to me. You paid nothing! I've seen humans give up the rest of their lives, only to have one free day as a vampire. You were never grateful, though." He closed his eyes, as if deep in memory. "No, you never were. I felt it my duty to discipline you, and I took your family."
"You shouldn't have brought my family into this!" I said, voice weak, and knees to match.
"Your wife also got the gift for free. Some vampire or another went feeding, and got killed right in the middle, leaving his victim one of us. And your children? They did nothing! All they had to do was be born, and they were vampires. It wasn't fair!"
I suddenly saw Dakid for who he was. He wasn't a bloodthirsty killer, or an evil psychopath. He was merely a boy who wanted to be a vampire, and did anything he could to achieve it. Unfortunately for him, others around him were getting the "gift" for free. I certainly could not have stood that if it happened to me. Even if his reaction was a bit drastic, his actions were within reason.
Even so, I had no clue what to do with him. I wanted desperately to do the right thing, but what seemed clear just a moment ago was terribly blurry.
"Yami?" Came the whisper, so quiet, that at first, I didn't hear it. "Yami?"
"Huh?" I asked. Looking down, I discovered that Yugi wanted my attention.
"Yami, you aren't going to kill him, are you?"
I opened my mouth. And I closed it again. Once more opening it, I uttered, "Why not? He almost killed you. He killed my entire family. And he's not even sorry!"
"How do you know? Maybe he is sorry."
Both of us turned to look at Dakid, who nodded. "I am."
"Doesn't he deserve a second chance?"
I looked between the two of them for a moment, before nodding. "Alright, then." I reached down to heal Dakid, at least so that he was well enough to walk. I still didn't trust him. "Come on then, Dakid."
He didn't move. "Thanks, Yami." He finally said, before getting up and joining us in our departure from the shadow realm.
Author's Notes (Once More): Ok, this time, he meant to say Yami! Ha! I didn't make a mistake. Okay, there's probably going to be one more chapter, and epilogue-type thing, where I'll do a bit more of a conclusion, then I'll list the people that reviewed. Thanks in advance, all of you! And I really can't believe I'm almost done with this fic, as well.