Anzu's Yami
Chapter 8: Guys and Dolls
A.N. I live in the USA, so I haven't seen much of Season 1 of Yu-Gi-Oh!... however, I have seen a little bit of Episode 27 (my friends Victor and Miya translated it - a million thanks, guys!!!!!), so I'm pulling some info from there. It SHOULD be accurate; I did the best I could... but if anyone knows that I messed anything up, tell me, okay? I really don't know THAT much about Monster World, but I'll do the best I can!
Oh, and if anyone can find me more information about Monster World, then please tell me via a review, or e-mail. I know it says in my profile, but my e-mail address is yamibakurachan@yahoo.com . Thanks!
Heehee, I'm in a good mood... I recently found out that Kazuki Takashahi is currently working on season 4 of Yu-Gi-Oh!, and that it has to do with Yami Bakura's return! Haha, like he said, you can't kill the Darkness!!! *starts ranting about Yami Bakura*
Sorry about the lack of updates, life's been hectic, etc., etc. You know how it is... yesterday was the end of the first quarter for me, so all of my teachers decided that they just HAD to give us tons of homework and a few major quizzes. Ugh, I don't like school...
Disclaimer: *sigh* How many times must we go through this? I DON'T OWN YU-GI-OH!!! If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, then Yami Bakura would get all of the Millennium Items, Anzu wouldn't be so friendshippy, and poor Malik's name wouldn't be Terrance. Sigh... well, that's life...
P.S. About my last claimer... heehee, I don't own the idea Anzu has a yami. Someone else came up with that before I did. Darn *snaps fingers*. However, I think I own the idea that the Anzu from the show is a Yami herself... but I could be wrong about that, too. ^_^
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I'm ready. I said. For some reason, I was whispering, though I wasn't nervous. In actuality, I had never felt more ready to do anything in my entire life.
Yami Bakura looked startled. Ready...? You mean... you will give me the power of the Scales? By this time, the dark grin had returned to his face.
I nodded my head, and we stood up. After all, this wasn't something that could be done in public. Bakura looked around for a more... private place, away from the local residents. Finally, he took my by my wrist - not forcefully, however - and we walked to a semi-remote corner of the park. He nodded his head, obviously thinking something to himself, and we crept under a few low-hanging branches, finally finding complete solitude underneath an old weeping willow tree. The branches, draping all the way to the ground, swayed gently in the slight breeze, creating a curtain to separate us from the outside world. The soft grass, rarely tread on, was as green as could be, and the scent of fresh, rich soil filled the air. It was beautiful.
Bakura's voice cut through my thoughts. Because you are a different person than your Yami, you will need to choose for yourself... which doll do you want to be?
He held two beautifully sculpted clay dolls, one in each hand. They were both girls, and they both looked very similar to me. One doll looked like an angel, with its silvery-white wings, perfectly sculpted feathers, and glittering robe; she had strange shimmering, gray eyes. The second doll looked like a homeless child; her clothes were ripped and dull, and a smudge of soot ran across her left cheek. In one hand, she held a single red rose, the thorns still attached.
I smiled. I knew which one I wanted, easily. The one in your left hand. I answered.
Bakura's eyebrows raised in surprise. This one...?
I nodded. I like her eyes best. There's something about them...
He nodded back, a faraway look in his eyes. No one's ever picked her before. She was my sister's... his voice trailed off. There were a few seconds of silence; then, Yami Bakura snapped out of his trance.
Um... what are the dolls for? I asked him, cautiously.
He looked me in the eyes. Monster World. he replied.
I racked my yami's memories. Monster World... ... ... ... ...the RPG? Yes... the RPG! Bakura had turned my yami and the others into dolls... the dolls that they had chosen to play in the RPG... and... ... ... ...yes, that's where Bakura had gotten the scar on his left hand from. He had... shoved it through a castle tower, in an attempt to keep Ryou from regaining control... Ryou had possessed his left hand, and caused his yami to fumble with the dice, the mind-dice... Yami Bakura's player... the boss... the boss... ... ... ... ...Zork? His name, yes, that was it... Zork...
I pulled myself from my thoughts, and I nodded at Bakura's yami. I remember now...
He grinned. Good. I will remove your soul from your body, and transfer it into your doll. Then I can take your yami - and of course, the powers of the Scales - without having to pull her through you. That should be less painful, at least for you.
I nodded again, gratefully. He continued, Your yami possesses the power of the Scales; they are her source of energy. I cannot combine her and myself together in the same Item - the Ring. I couldn't stand living with her, anyway. So, she too will have to be separate from your body. Which is why I brought along her doll, as well.
He held out the magician doll that she had inhabited the last time she had participated in Monster World; she looked like a blue and gold witch. Now. Stand still, Hikari Anzu.
Seeing the look of mild worry on my face, he assured, I'll put you back in your body after I am through getting the Scale's power. My word is my bond - unlike some people I know. You're going to have to trust me.
I smiled weakly. Something told me that Bakura wouldn't betray me. He knew, all too well, what such pain felt like...
The Millennium Ring began to glow with its strange, golden light. I wasn't afraid... it was more of a feeling that something would go wrong...
You're just nervous! I mentally reprimanded myself. Suck it up, Anzu! You've been in worse situations than this. And you're doing this willingly, so you're in no place to make complaints!
I had no more time to think. The light was upon me...
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My eyes were open, but I couldn't see. I felt dizzy, and my throat hurt from repressing my screams of pain. Everything was black...
I could hear Bakura's voice, somewhere in the distance. Move however you wish.
A flash of light lit the blackness, and I could see. Wow, Bakura's HUGE! was my first thought. My second thought was close to I had almost pricked myself on the rose I was holding. To tell the truth, I didn't feel that different from normal - Bakura had done a really good job on my doll! I could feel the slight breeze through my hair, my tattered clothes' every wrinkle, the smudge on my cheek...
Now, all that remains is to take the power of the Scales. Yami Bakura said, setting me down on a rock (none too carefully, I might add).
With that, he turned back to my body, which had since fallen to the ground in a heap. Bakura's Millennium Ring glowed brightly, illuminating our hiding place. My yami was apparently still unconscious; although she was in control of my body, she didn't move, and her breathing was shallow.
Suddenly, the light burst from the Millennium Ring, surrounding Yami Anzu's form. As her spirit separated from my body, it looked like there were two Anzus, at least for a moment. While the first Anzu - which I assumed to be my body - fell back to the ground, the second Anzu - which I assumed to be my yami - was pulled forward. With a flash of light, Yami Anzu's spirit merged with the witch-doll.
Yami Bakura smiled triumphantly. With this doll containing the yami of the Scales, I can summon forth the Scales themselves at will!
That seemed to be what he was planning on doing. He held Yami Anzu in his outstretched hand; the Millennium Ring's pointers were all targeting the witch doll and glowing. Once again, shimmering gold light poured forth from the Ring, engulfing the doll.
The light, which had been gathering about my yami, stopped flowing from the Millennium Ring. Yami Bakura did not seem worried, though; his eyes were intent on the golden form before him.
The light surrounding my yami broke off, and formed a circle high above her head. For a moment, I thought it was a halo, but then I realized that something was forming inside of the circle as the halo's light dimmed.
With a twinkle of magic, the Millennium Scales appeared.
I watched the spectacle in awe. Bakura seemed less moved by all of this than me; he reached out and took the Item, running his fingers over its polished gold gently. Although his face remained impassive, his eyes twinkled, betraying his pleasure. He finally smiled, obviously satisfied that the Scales were real.
After a moment, he reached out and took Yami Anzu, who was still suspended in thin air. After placing her in his back pocket, he muttered something under his breath. The Scales vanished. Alarmed, I cried, They disappeared!
The white-haired tomb robber turned to me, somewhat annoyed - or perhaps amused. Really, Anzu. They're much too large to carry around normally. But with your yami's power, I can summon them any time I wish.
I nodded my head - that made sense. As he sat down underneath the tree, I couldn't help feeling rather stupid. I was acting like my yami, who needed everything explained to her. It's not my fault. I thought to myself. I mean, why would I know anything about Ancient Egyptian magic? I DO live in the present-day world.
I shrugged to myself, and turned to him. I'm ready.
He looked up, puzzled. Ready... for what?
I glared at him. For you to put me back in my body!
was his only response.
My glare faded when I realized that while I was ready, he was not. Yami Bakura was obviously tired from using so much magic at once; while he was good at masking his fatigue, I could see that he was exhausted.
Now I felt really dumb. Here I was, demanding to be put back into my body when I really wasn't uncomfortable, I didn't have to worry about an annoying spirit taking over my body, and I was acting like I didn't even trust the poor man's word. Yami Bakura had just run the gauntlet, and I wasn't even giving him time to breathe. I felt horrible.
I... I'm sorry. I didn't realize how tired you were... I mumbled my apology.
He waved his hand at me, trying to appear unconcerned. I'm fine. I'm ready to do the spell right now.
He stood up wearily, though he looked like he would collapse at any moment. The Millennium Ring began to glow, weakly at first, but slowly gaining power.
I cried. You're too tired! Rest a little bit first; I never should have pushed this on you. You're not strong enough, you-
I know the limits of my power, he snapped.
I silenced my complaints. By this time, the Millennium Ring was glowing brightly; the spell would be over in just a few seconds anyway.
That is, if the spell had ever started.
I heard a horrified voice cry behind me.
Bakura and I both turned sharply. A small boy, crouched next to my body, looked up into our eyes. He was trembling, and his eyes looked like they were on the verge of tears.
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Mwahahaha!!!! A cliffie! I love torturing you guys. ^_^
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