This story is a little AU.
None of the quotations that I will use in the beginnings of my chapters are mine. Neither is any of the Yu-Gi-Oh market machine. *snffle*
I will try to update at least once a week. This story is going to be sort of sloowww for the first 5 or 6 chapters, and that is something for which I am very much ashamed. *snffle* If you have any ideas for plot twists, pleeeez e-mail them to me they will be very very very very much appreciated. The e-mail should be entitled ... umm... 'fanfic' I guess... what an unoriginal title *hits self's head* But I am an unoriginal person, so that should be expected. Please, please, please please if you have a chapter idea write it up and send it to me with your ff.net name or whatever, I will very likely post it. I suck at writing romance, so if you would like to help me with it, you should e-mail it to me. My e-mail is StArDuStScUlPtUrE@yahoo.com
Please R&R, If I get 3 reviews I will post the next chapter in the same week, and maybe even the same day.
BTW
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------------------- the end or beginning of a chapter //____// is a yami talking to his hikari /____/ a hikari talking to his yami "____" is a person talking to a person '____' is a person thinking
Now, at a glance, here are the pairings. They're sort of complicated: Seto/Anzu Yami Bakura/Anzu Bakura/Shizuka Yami Yugi/Shizuka Jounouchi/Mai
Oh, and if you don't know the Japanese names: Seto = (duh,) Seto Anzu = Te'a Bakura = (duh again) Bakura Shizuka = Serenity Yami Yugi = Yugi's little friend who lives in the millennium puzzle and happens to like using dark magic on people Mai = Mai Jounouchi = Joey Honda = Tristan
now, after an interminably long A/N, on to ....
-------------- Chapter One: Dreams are older... "Dreams are older than brooding Tyre, the contemplative Sphinx, or garden girdled Babylon." -H.P. Lovecraft
Bakura sloshed in through the door of his house. It had been raining, and water puddled around his feet as he slid off his bookbag and ran his hand through his soggy mass of white hair. He took in his appearance from the mirror in his hallway. Long, limp white hair (cast a silvery-blue by the combination of the hallway light and a walk home in the rain) framed a pale face with drips of water glistening on its forehead. The eyes of the face were very tired, it seemed, and the large dark circles in the skin under them offset their brown coloring. Bakura took in a weary breath, went into the kitchen, made a bowl of cereal, and took it upstairs to eat it. He finished his homework, of which there was very little as he had completed most of it in school, and went to bed. (He had changed out of his wet clothes before completing his homework.) As he drifted along the liquid boundaries of sleep, it seemed as if there was a thing, a will, pulling him. Drifting back into complete consciousness for a moment, his mind noticed that the will pulled him not into sleep, or from it, but along the barrier. It was as if the barriers of consciousness were a road, and this immensely strong will were pulling him along it to the end. In the same moment of consciousness, he felt a fog settling on his senses, not from the physical manipulation of another, but from the mental control of the Will. The Will was calling him and controlling him at the same time.
As he slipped through the barriers of consciousness, it seemed as though he heard a chanting, not a joyful chanting, but one that sent shivers up his spine. The chanting sounded evil, like something older than anything he knew of, something vile that had existed before he or any other had documented or could remember, and which he could not fathom. It was then that his senses, (or whatever part of them clung to him in this dream- world) detected a smell that could only be described as evil. Every particle of his comatose body begged him to awaken, but the Will controlled his mind, and he couldn't.
Eyes open. A screech is heard, followed by unearthly tortured shrieks. Am I shuddering or is it the ground on which I stand that shudders? Am I standing on ground? The chanting is louder, growing ever more so. Numerous other sounds contribute into the cacophony. It is now that I notice the fog. It is as if it were dark instead of light fog, and I almost think, if I were to open a door into a light room, that instead of the light piercing the darkness the darkness would smother the light. Something moves through the fog. I creep forward, hoping, almost begging that whatever it is will not sense me, whether by sight, smell, or whatever else the Creature might be able to use. I am against a wall. It is formed out of an almost translucent black stone, and it seems to glow with a black, rather than a white light, from something evil in its core. Looking up and to either side, I see that the wall is not only big, but massive, and that it is carven with some sort of serpentine hieroglyphics, grotesque and evil looking, but almost more sophisticated than the form of hieroglyphic that I am familiar with. I place my hand on the wall, but draw it back suddenly. The wall feels burning, although it is neither hot nor cold. The wall burns with evil. Suddenly, I hear a flapping of wings, and I know that the Creature, whatever it is, has sensed me. The hand of terror grips me, and it envelops me. My mind freezes. I am terrified. I begin to run. I know that I am in a dream, and I begin to try and break down my barriers of consciousness, but I can't. I will myself to wake up, I try to shove my mind into consciousness, but it is not awakening. The Creature is closer now; it is so evil that I can feel its evilness, even though I cannot fathom it. If I were not dreaming I would vomit. I can feel my mind begin to jolt, as it begins to awaken, the wall between my sleep and my awakening is crumbling brick by brick.
Bakura felt someone violently shaking him. His teeth rattled in his head as the shaking became more and more violent. Opening his eyes, he peered into those of his Yami. His Yami had awoken him. Bakura, although he had always been afraid of his Yami, no longer carried that fear. Who could fear such a weak being after being made aware of such infinite evil? Bakura grabbed his knees and began to shiver. He would be happy, he thought, to be insane, because then he might be able to convince himself that it had all been the product of his sensitive mind and overactive imagination. But even then he knew that every particle of it had been reality. Even then he could detect the faint but pungent odor of the creature.
Yami Bakura was shaken too. He had tried to telepathically communicate with Bakura, but had been unable to make a connection. Convinced that Bakura was blocking him, he started to fume, and decided to exit the ring and give his aibou a 'piece of his mind'. On exiting the ring and finding Bakura asleep, he became confused. If Bakura were asleep, he should at least be able to tap into his dreams or his subconscious, but he could do neither. Bakura also smelled really bad, and there was a black and green mist materializing around him. Realizing that something was abnormal in the situation, he began his attempts to wake his aibou up. Now his aibou's eyes were rolling back into his head with a kind of animal fear, and he was gibbering and muttering. He placed his hand on Bakura's forehead, but drew it back suddenly. Bakura was cold, not just his skin, but it was as if someone had frozen his aura. Yami Bakura linked to his mind, but could only feel a creeping coldness of mentality and grasp wild fragments of memories. Yami Bakura concentrated his magic, and used it to put Bakura to sleep. It would do him no good for Bakura to have a mental breakdown.
TBC Please R&R!!! tell me whatcha think!!!? I promise it will get better. BTW, does Yami Bakura seem a bit dull-in-the-head to you???? Heeheehee! He's so cute, except for that one scene in the anime at the end of the duelist kingdom arc where his eyes get really weird. If you see it, you'll know what I mean. In that scene he just looks plain freaky.
None of the quotations that I will use in the beginnings of my chapters are mine. Neither is any of the Yu-Gi-Oh market machine. *snffle*
I will try to update at least once a week. This story is going to be sort of sloowww for the first 5 or 6 chapters, and that is something for which I am very much ashamed. *snffle* If you have any ideas for plot twists, pleeeez e-mail them to me they will be very very very very much appreciated. The e-mail should be entitled ... umm... 'fanfic' I guess... what an unoriginal title *hits self's head* But I am an unoriginal person, so that should be expected. Please, please, please please if you have a chapter idea write it up and send it to me with your ff.net name or whatever, I will very likely post it. I suck at writing romance, so if you would like to help me with it, you should e-mail it to me. My e-mail is StArDuStScUlPtUrE@yahoo.com
Please R&R, If I get 3 reviews I will post the next chapter in the same week, and maybe even the same day.
BTW
~~~~~~~~~~~~ is a scene change
------------------- the end or beginning of a chapter //____// is a yami talking to his hikari /____/ a hikari talking to his yami "____" is a person talking to a person '____' is a person thinking
Now, at a glance, here are the pairings. They're sort of complicated: Seto/Anzu Yami Bakura/Anzu Bakura/Shizuka Yami Yugi/Shizuka Jounouchi/Mai
Oh, and if you don't know the Japanese names: Seto = (duh,) Seto Anzu = Te'a Bakura = (duh again) Bakura Shizuka = Serenity Yami Yugi = Yugi's little friend who lives in the millennium puzzle and happens to like using dark magic on people Mai = Mai Jounouchi = Joey Honda = Tristan
now, after an interminably long A/N, on to ....
-------------- Chapter One: Dreams are older... "Dreams are older than brooding Tyre, the contemplative Sphinx, or garden girdled Babylon." -H.P. Lovecraft
Bakura sloshed in through the door of his house. It had been raining, and water puddled around his feet as he slid off his bookbag and ran his hand through his soggy mass of white hair. He took in his appearance from the mirror in his hallway. Long, limp white hair (cast a silvery-blue by the combination of the hallway light and a walk home in the rain) framed a pale face with drips of water glistening on its forehead. The eyes of the face were very tired, it seemed, and the large dark circles in the skin under them offset their brown coloring. Bakura took in a weary breath, went into the kitchen, made a bowl of cereal, and took it upstairs to eat it. He finished his homework, of which there was very little as he had completed most of it in school, and went to bed. (He had changed out of his wet clothes before completing his homework.) As he drifted along the liquid boundaries of sleep, it seemed as if there was a thing, a will, pulling him. Drifting back into complete consciousness for a moment, his mind noticed that the will pulled him not into sleep, or from it, but along the barrier. It was as if the barriers of consciousness were a road, and this immensely strong will were pulling him along it to the end. In the same moment of consciousness, he felt a fog settling on his senses, not from the physical manipulation of another, but from the mental control of the Will. The Will was calling him and controlling him at the same time.
As he slipped through the barriers of consciousness, it seemed as though he heard a chanting, not a joyful chanting, but one that sent shivers up his spine. The chanting sounded evil, like something older than anything he knew of, something vile that had existed before he or any other had documented or could remember, and which he could not fathom. It was then that his senses, (or whatever part of them clung to him in this dream- world) detected a smell that could only be described as evil. Every particle of his comatose body begged him to awaken, but the Will controlled his mind, and he couldn't.
Eyes open. A screech is heard, followed by unearthly tortured shrieks. Am I shuddering or is it the ground on which I stand that shudders? Am I standing on ground? The chanting is louder, growing ever more so. Numerous other sounds contribute into the cacophony. It is now that I notice the fog. It is as if it were dark instead of light fog, and I almost think, if I were to open a door into a light room, that instead of the light piercing the darkness the darkness would smother the light. Something moves through the fog. I creep forward, hoping, almost begging that whatever it is will not sense me, whether by sight, smell, or whatever else the Creature might be able to use. I am against a wall. It is formed out of an almost translucent black stone, and it seems to glow with a black, rather than a white light, from something evil in its core. Looking up and to either side, I see that the wall is not only big, but massive, and that it is carven with some sort of serpentine hieroglyphics, grotesque and evil looking, but almost more sophisticated than the form of hieroglyphic that I am familiar with. I place my hand on the wall, but draw it back suddenly. The wall feels burning, although it is neither hot nor cold. The wall burns with evil. Suddenly, I hear a flapping of wings, and I know that the Creature, whatever it is, has sensed me. The hand of terror grips me, and it envelops me. My mind freezes. I am terrified. I begin to run. I know that I am in a dream, and I begin to try and break down my barriers of consciousness, but I can't. I will myself to wake up, I try to shove my mind into consciousness, but it is not awakening. The Creature is closer now; it is so evil that I can feel its evilness, even though I cannot fathom it. If I were not dreaming I would vomit. I can feel my mind begin to jolt, as it begins to awaken, the wall between my sleep and my awakening is crumbling brick by brick.
Bakura felt someone violently shaking him. His teeth rattled in his head as the shaking became more and more violent. Opening his eyes, he peered into those of his Yami. His Yami had awoken him. Bakura, although he had always been afraid of his Yami, no longer carried that fear. Who could fear such a weak being after being made aware of such infinite evil? Bakura grabbed his knees and began to shiver. He would be happy, he thought, to be insane, because then he might be able to convince himself that it had all been the product of his sensitive mind and overactive imagination. But even then he knew that every particle of it had been reality. Even then he could detect the faint but pungent odor of the creature.
Yami Bakura was shaken too. He had tried to telepathically communicate with Bakura, but had been unable to make a connection. Convinced that Bakura was blocking him, he started to fume, and decided to exit the ring and give his aibou a 'piece of his mind'. On exiting the ring and finding Bakura asleep, he became confused. If Bakura were asleep, he should at least be able to tap into his dreams or his subconscious, but he could do neither. Bakura also smelled really bad, and there was a black and green mist materializing around him. Realizing that something was abnormal in the situation, he began his attempts to wake his aibou up. Now his aibou's eyes were rolling back into his head with a kind of animal fear, and he was gibbering and muttering. He placed his hand on Bakura's forehead, but drew it back suddenly. Bakura was cold, not just his skin, but it was as if someone had frozen his aura. Yami Bakura linked to his mind, but could only feel a creeping coldness of mentality and grasp wild fragments of memories. Yami Bakura concentrated his magic, and used it to put Bakura to sleep. It would do him no good for Bakura to have a mental breakdown.
TBC Please R&R!!! tell me whatcha think!!!? I promise it will get better. BTW, does Yami Bakura seem a bit dull-in-the-head to you???? Heeheehee! He's so cute, except for that one scene in the anime at the end of the duelist kingdom arc where his eyes get really weird. If you see it, you'll know what I mean. In that scene he just looks plain freaky.