Disclaimer: *whines* I'm too tired to go catch Yami! Leave me alone, and stop trying to sue!
Damn it all! Anzu gets a voucher for liking Yami! I guess I can understand her crush if Yami saved her from this evil escaped convict guy.
Yami: *stoned* Ish you done wish dish shapter yet?
Yuppers! I now know what I'm gonna do with Yuugi!
Yami: *still dead drunk & starting to cry* Shicusho! (chikuso (shit), if you're wondering) Yuuurrr gonna kill 'im off 'gain. *hic*
Nopers! I'm going to-*Yami passes out on the floor*-never mind! You're just going to read this chapter to find out! Or, in Yami's case...wake up...
Angel's Blood
By: Bishiehuggler
Chapter 7: Death Comes to Those Who Wait
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The young man did his best to sleep. The concept of airplanes and flying without the support of one's own wings seemed to irk him. It just wasn't natural, in his opinion. All this metal suffocated him, with the air pressure choking him on all sides, threatening to destroy his blood through the bends if the plane had just a small hole in it.
Another soldier in the row behind him was jibbering in some unintelligable language to another soldier of his race. Loud and obnoxious, he continued to laugh and joke with his partner, with no respect whatsoever for the other passengers. The young man rubbed his temples, irritated and getting a pounding headache fast. He then lay back and drew up his hood, ever so slightly, revealing a glowing third eye in the center of his forehead. 'Game Punishment: The minor bends' he thought. It was a very leniant punishment, perfect for knocking down this obstacle.
The soldier gasped for air, chest heaving, while his companion panicked. He passed out in a matter of seconds. The scarred one frowned. He had been merciful, not being the type tokill anyone with no big reason. The soldier only had enough air in his blood to knock him unconcious, make him a little ill, nothing more. At least it rid him of the brainless idiot's incessant babbling.
Again, the man did his best to fall asleep, but when you're mind isn't fatigued, it will refuse to shut down. So, instead, he pondered. Why he came here was still a mystery to even him. He didn't even know if he could make a difference, to tilt the scales in his side's favor. It seemed all so hopeless. Even some of the citizen's he had met in Cape Town, capital of South Africa, agreed with this logic. Only the drunken now wandered the streets in an uncaring way. Most would be wary of even them, for some angels posing human used that as a disguise when planning an attack.
The plane touched Earth some short hours later and he let out a sigh of relief. Only the Earth's ground was constant enough to give him closure, but even that changed. 'Erosion, animals, plants, humans landscaping for a new building. They all play a part. When will this world stop shifting?' he marveled at being so incredibly naiive. [AN:can't get those double dots on naive] How could he forget such a thing? The Tokyo airport shuttle bus dropped them off at the main terminal and he made a beeline for the exit.
Waving down a cab, he thought over his next move carefully. Yes, he compared this war constantly to a chess game. At one end was the Council, overseer of all on Heaven and Earth. At the other was the ex-Pharaoh, Yugioh, King of Games and master of the Shadow Realm. That might pose promise of something slightly one-sided, but it was only a title, after all. The scarred man pictured each one at one of the square board, playing moves and countering their opponent's. The game pieces were the men and women that served them: soldiers, citizens, politicians and friends. He scolded himself for having such a twisted imagination.
"Hello, sir. Where are you off to?" the taxi driver asked inthe most polite dialect he could muster. From the accent on him, he may have grown up on some southern island of Japan, possibly Shikoku.
"Domino City." he said in polite Tokyo-ben, considered universal Japanese.
"Domino?!" it sounded like the city had a bomb dropped on it, the way he had yelled it. "B-but that's two hundred miles away!"
"Yes, and I am willing to pay the fee for you being most gracious in taking me there, sir."
The taxi driver grinned. Using a switch by his foot he set the counter up, which would make the young man pay more than the real fee at the end of the journey. He then unlocked the door and let the guy in.
**********
Osiris and Ra were engaging in conversation quietly, thinking up new plans and battle strategies to later show the Council. It had been a terrible week, full of lost ground and lost angels. Enough to make them worry that they might not have a chance at gaining a leg up on the Unknown. Little did everyone on Heaven, and the higher powers on Earth know, It was starting to use yami powers to flex and wear down their defences at the Shadow Gate. They had to put some guardian angels on the front line to hold It back with Barriers of Light and Ice Bubble Shields, spreading their defences too thin down on Earth.
Osiris was out of good ideas using the most powerful magical attacks in special formations. "Maybe we're going about this all wrong." He looked up. Isis, his beautiful wife and sister, who had freed him from the Underworld once from Set, countless years ago, spoke up. She walked gracefully in front of the two new judge chairs and knelt on the highly polished, mahogany floor of the newly erected Courthouse.
"By what do you mean, child?" Ra inquired. "How can we possibly hope to obtain the Earth any other way?" he sputtered, misunderstanding Isis' smirk. "You don't suppose we use peace talks, now do you?"
Isis laughed, a sound like a beautiful tinkling bell. "Oh no, Father. Peace talks would be absurd in this condition." she twirled a piece of her delicate, ebony hair around her finger. "I'm just saying we should refrain from using our weak magics and try something new. Something like...technology."
If Ra wasn't already dead, he would've had a heart attack. "Isis! That goes against every tradition and honour we hold so far! You can't expect us to take up GUNS and attempt to blast the living shit out of opponents?"
"Father, this is war! Honour and tradition must be put aside. This isn't the Olympics in Ancient Greece. All I'm saying is you consider it."
"Yes, Father. That seems a fair suggestion." Osiris just couldn't sit by and have his wife engage in a verbal battle with the God of Creation himself. "It doesn't seem like such a bad idea."
"Yes, and how are we going to get these weapons, exactly?" Ra was always quite skeptical, him living the longest. "It's not like we can waltz up to Yugioh and say 'excuse me, but could we borrow some of those amazing killing machines of yours, so we can use them to eventually slaughter you like a pig?'"
"No..." Ra really could be strange. "I have a better idea. The humans are not the only ones with the logic to understand technology. Someone up here has their hands on some, too."
The judges both gasped at the realization. "Sethkare!" Isis chuckled gently and snapped her fingers. Two very large and muscular angels carried one very unco-operative High Priest to the front of the Courthouse. They threw him to his knees in front of the gods.
Wings flaring in indignation, he seethed the words "I will never help you to accomplish your disgusting goals." His eyes carried even more anger than his words.
Isis frowned and turned to her husband and father. "He does not wish to help, for he has been Yugioh's friend in this lifetime and the last and thinks he knows all there is on the matter of war."
"Because I do," he spat. "Wiping out billions of lives for the sake of your own-"
"You are to create for us, a weapon of mass destruction." Osiris inturrupted. "A...what the hell do they call it? A bomb." He stared sternly as the angel struggled against the guards, who now had picked him up on Isis' signal. "You shall be chained to the work room in your living quarters, and not come out until you finish the thing. We shall put Anti-Sabotage Spells on it if you decide you wish to end this war yourself."
The angels dragged the now hysterical High Priest back to his house. "No, Mokuba..." he whispered under his breath.
************
He put up a Blazing Hell Shield to defend at the multitude of energy blasts thrown at him. Yugioh was having a very tough time fending off this new wave of angels with such small forces, but he'd have to make due. Domino City was not allowed to fall. He wouldn't let the city containing his beautiful memories of Yuugi-'Yuugi...' he lost his concentration and dropped his shield for a moment. Plasma blasts flew at him and his survival instincts kicked in, but not fast enough. Several had impacted his body, one on his left arm and one on his right thigh. They exploded on contact to take off chunks of blood-soaked, fatty flesh. He then readied his sword, the Sennen Puzzle around his neck glowing gold.
He flew head on at one of the many angels, cutting him down with one vertical swipe. Yugioh smirked. The gods must have run out of their masses of talented soldiers and began drafting. Maybe they'd even stopped training them for combat to save time and energy. "Or maybe I've killed all the ones qualified to train recruits."
He saw many guardians crumple their beautiful white wings and fall to the ground, where they were more vulnerable because of the injuries they sustained from the initial drop. He also was forced to gaze on as bright flashes of light, signifying explosions, rocketed over the ground, destroying lives in their wake.
All of a sudden, the air just seemed to stop, hanging dead in the air. The remaining angels gathered into an odd cicular pattern singing something. Their well tuned voices carried to the downtown Domino City area, wher the young man, now quite flustered, told the taxi driver to hurry up.
A gentle glow came form the center of the circle. The shine seemed to change colour, like Sirius in the Ancient Egyptian spring sky. The light died awayto reveal a figure dressed in flowing golden robes. Yugioh leaned forward and focused in on the person. A woman with long black hair that fell straight down her back came into view. The King of Games squinted harshly, and saw the delicate mouth chant the same song and mirthful, blue eyes in a smug expression. Then it dawned on him. The goddess, Isis!
She and her fellow companions stopped chanting and held a single note. The afternoon sky turned dark as a baby blue glow gathered around the choir. White particles of raw energy floated around the woman, making her glow brighter than the rest. She stretched both her tanned arms forward and cupped her hands, power radiating from them. She unleashed all the energy she controlled right at Yugioh and his forces. A shockwave rumbled through the surrounding hills, deafening all who stood against it. The laser of light came next, ripping up the ground and heating up the air enough to sear skin off.
'Perfect Blue.' The King of Games thought. 'The most unstable spell to be invented. Somehow they learned to sustain it long enough...' Tears ran down his face. any moment now...
A shrill voice cut through the roaring noise of the shockwave, a voice that Yugioh found familiar. It yelled a single command: "MIRROR FORCE!"
***********
Boy, that chappie was fast paced. I hope it wasn't confusing. This seems a good time to stop the story. *cries* My first cliffy!
Yami: *awake (finally) and has a hangover* But you said you'd put Yuugi in this chapter!
But I did!
Yami: Ya did not! Go read it again!
BH: *rereads* ok then! *snaps fingers*
Seto: o_O How the hell did I get here, you stupid bitch?!
Ah, well, my Summoning isn't as good as that your's is, you sadistic bastard.
Seto: *preens* And you'll never gonna be as good as me, either!
Yami: Hurry up and R&R so my aibou can come back! Flamers shall have their asses blasted by me personally! *cries* AIBOU!
Damn it all! Anzu gets a voucher for liking Yami! I guess I can understand her crush if Yami saved her from this evil escaped convict guy.
Yami: *stoned* Ish you done wish dish shapter yet?
Yuppers! I now know what I'm gonna do with Yuugi!
Yami: *still dead drunk & starting to cry* Shicusho! (chikuso (shit), if you're wondering) Yuuurrr gonna kill 'im off 'gain. *hic*
Nopers! I'm going to-*Yami passes out on the floor*-never mind! You're just going to read this chapter to find out! Or, in Yami's case...wake up...
Angel's Blood
By: Bishiehuggler
Chapter 7: Death Comes to Those Who Wait
***********
The young man did his best to sleep. The concept of airplanes and flying without the support of one's own wings seemed to irk him. It just wasn't natural, in his opinion. All this metal suffocated him, with the air pressure choking him on all sides, threatening to destroy his blood through the bends if the plane had just a small hole in it.
Another soldier in the row behind him was jibbering in some unintelligable language to another soldier of his race. Loud and obnoxious, he continued to laugh and joke with his partner, with no respect whatsoever for the other passengers. The young man rubbed his temples, irritated and getting a pounding headache fast. He then lay back and drew up his hood, ever so slightly, revealing a glowing third eye in the center of his forehead. 'Game Punishment: The minor bends' he thought. It was a very leniant punishment, perfect for knocking down this obstacle.
The soldier gasped for air, chest heaving, while his companion panicked. He passed out in a matter of seconds. The scarred one frowned. He had been merciful, not being the type tokill anyone with no big reason. The soldier only had enough air in his blood to knock him unconcious, make him a little ill, nothing more. At least it rid him of the brainless idiot's incessant babbling.
Again, the man did his best to fall asleep, but when you're mind isn't fatigued, it will refuse to shut down. So, instead, he pondered. Why he came here was still a mystery to even him. He didn't even know if he could make a difference, to tilt the scales in his side's favor. It seemed all so hopeless. Even some of the citizen's he had met in Cape Town, capital of South Africa, agreed with this logic. Only the drunken now wandered the streets in an uncaring way. Most would be wary of even them, for some angels posing human used that as a disguise when planning an attack.
The plane touched Earth some short hours later and he let out a sigh of relief. Only the Earth's ground was constant enough to give him closure, but even that changed. 'Erosion, animals, plants, humans landscaping for a new building. They all play a part. When will this world stop shifting?' he marveled at being so incredibly naiive. [AN:can't get those double dots on naive] How could he forget such a thing? The Tokyo airport shuttle bus dropped them off at the main terminal and he made a beeline for the exit.
Waving down a cab, he thought over his next move carefully. Yes, he compared this war constantly to a chess game. At one end was the Council, overseer of all on Heaven and Earth. At the other was the ex-Pharaoh, Yugioh, King of Games and master of the Shadow Realm. That might pose promise of something slightly one-sided, but it was only a title, after all. The scarred man pictured each one at one of the square board, playing moves and countering their opponent's. The game pieces were the men and women that served them: soldiers, citizens, politicians and friends. He scolded himself for having such a twisted imagination.
"Hello, sir. Where are you off to?" the taxi driver asked inthe most polite dialect he could muster. From the accent on him, he may have grown up on some southern island of Japan, possibly Shikoku.
"Domino City." he said in polite Tokyo-ben, considered universal Japanese.
"Domino?!" it sounded like the city had a bomb dropped on it, the way he had yelled it. "B-but that's two hundred miles away!"
"Yes, and I am willing to pay the fee for you being most gracious in taking me there, sir."
The taxi driver grinned. Using a switch by his foot he set the counter up, which would make the young man pay more than the real fee at the end of the journey. He then unlocked the door and let the guy in.
**********
Osiris and Ra were engaging in conversation quietly, thinking up new plans and battle strategies to later show the Council. It had been a terrible week, full of lost ground and lost angels. Enough to make them worry that they might not have a chance at gaining a leg up on the Unknown. Little did everyone on Heaven, and the higher powers on Earth know, It was starting to use yami powers to flex and wear down their defences at the Shadow Gate. They had to put some guardian angels on the front line to hold It back with Barriers of Light and Ice Bubble Shields, spreading their defences too thin down on Earth.
Osiris was out of good ideas using the most powerful magical attacks in special formations. "Maybe we're going about this all wrong." He looked up. Isis, his beautiful wife and sister, who had freed him from the Underworld once from Set, countless years ago, spoke up. She walked gracefully in front of the two new judge chairs and knelt on the highly polished, mahogany floor of the newly erected Courthouse.
"By what do you mean, child?" Ra inquired. "How can we possibly hope to obtain the Earth any other way?" he sputtered, misunderstanding Isis' smirk. "You don't suppose we use peace talks, now do you?"
Isis laughed, a sound like a beautiful tinkling bell. "Oh no, Father. Peace talks would be absurd in this condition." she twirled a piece of her delicate, ebony hair around her finger. "I'm just saying we should refrain from using our weak magics and try something new. Something like...technology."
If Ra wasn't already dead, he would've had a heart attack. "Isis! That goes against every tradition and honour we hold so far! You can't expect us to take up GUNS and attempt to blast the living shit out of opponents?"
"Father, this is war! Honour and tradition must be put aside. This isn't the Olympics in Ancient Greece. All I'm saying is you consider it."
"Yes, Father. That seems a fair suggestion." Osiris just couldn't sit by and have his wife engage in a verbal battle with the God of Creation himself. "It doesn't seem like such a bad idea."
"Yes, and how are we going to get these weapons, exactly?" Ra was always quite skeptical, him living the longest. "It's not like we can waltz up to Yugioh and say 'excuse me, but could we borrow some of those amazing killing machines of yours, so we can use them to eventually slaughter you like a pig?'"
"No..." Ra really could be strange. "I have a better idea. The humans are not the only ones with the logic to understand technology. Someone up here has their hands on some, too."
The judges both gasped at the realization. "Sethkare!" Isis chuckled gently and snapped her fingers. Two very large and muscular angels carried one very unco-operative High Priest to the front of the Courthouse. They threw him to his knees in front of the gods.
Wings flaring in indignation, he seethed the words "I will never help you to accomplish your disgusting goals." His eyes carried even more anger than his words.
Isis frowned and turned to her husband and father. "He does not wish to help, for he has been Yugioh's friend in this lifetime and the last and thinks he knows all there is on the matter of war."
"Because I do," he spat. "Wiping out billions of lives for the sake of your own-"
"You are to create for us, a weapon of mass destruction." Osiris inturrupted. "A...what the hell do they call it? A bomb." He stared sternly as the angel struggled against the guards, who now had picked him up on Isis' signal. "You shall be chained to the work room in your living quarters, and not come out until you finish the thing. We shall put Anti-Sabotage Spells on it if you decide you wish to end this war yourself."
The angels dragged the now hysterical High Priest back to his house. "No, Mokuba..." he whispered under his breath.
************
He put up a Blazing Hell Shield to defend at the multitude of energy blasts thrown at him. Yugioh was having a very tough time fending off this new wave of angels with such small forces, but he'd have to make due. Domino City was not allowed to fall. He wouldn't let the city containing his beautiful memories of Yuugi-'Yuugi...' he lost his concentration and dropped his shield for a moment. Plasma blasts flew at him and his survival instincts kicked in, but not fast enough. Several had impacted his body, one on his left arm and one on his right thigh. They exploded on contact to take off chunks of blood-soaked, fatty flesh. He then readied his sword, the Sennen Puzzle around his neck glowing gold.
He flew head on at one of the many angels, cutting him down with one vertical swipe. Yugioh smirked. The gods must have run out of their masses of talented soldiers and began drafting. Maybe they'd even stopped training them for combat to save time and energy. "Or maybe I've killed all the ones qualified to train recruits."
He saw many guardians crumple their beautiful white wings and fall to the ground, where they were more vulnerable because of the injuries they sustained from the initial drop. He also was forced to gaze on as bright flashes of light, signifying explosions, rocketed over the ground, destroying lives in their wake.
All of a sudden, the air just seemed to stop, hanging dead in the air. The remaining angels gathered into an odd cicular pattern singing something. Their well tuned voices carried to the downtown Domino City area, wher the young man, now quite flustered, told the taxi driver to hurry up.
A gentle glow came form the center of the circle. The shine seemed to change colour, like Sirius in the Ancient Egyptian spring sky. The light died awayto reveal a figure dressed in flowing golden robes. Yugioh leaned forward and focused in on the person. A woman with long black hair that fell straight down her back came into view. The King of Games squinted harshly, and saw the delicate mouth chant the same song and mirthful, blue eyes in a smug expression. Then it dawned on him. The goddess, Isis!
She and her fellow companions stopped chanting and held a single note. The afternoon sky turned dark as a baby blue glow gathered around the choir. White particles of raw energy floated around the woman, making her glow brighter than the rest. She stretched both her tanned arms forward and cupped her hands, power radiating from them. She unleashed all the energy she controlled right at Yugioh and his forces. A shockwave rumbled through the surrounding hills, deafening all who stood against it. The laser of light came next, ripping up the ground and heating up the air enough to sear skin off.
'Perfect Blue.' The King of Games thought. 'The most unstable spell to be invented. Somehow they learned to sustain it long enough...' Tears ran down his face. any moment now...
A shrill voice cut through the roaring noise of the shockwave, a voice that Yugioh found familiar. It yelled a single command: "MIRROR FORCE!"
***********
Boy, that chappie was fast paced. I hope it wasn't confusing. This seems a good time to stop the story. *cries* My first cliffy!
Yami: *awake (finally) and has a hangover* But you said you'd put Yuugi in this chapter!
But I did!
Yami: Ya did not! Go read it again!
BH: *rereads* ok then! *snaps fingers*
Seto: o_O How the hell did I get here, you stupid bitch?!
Ah, well, my Summoning isn't as good as that your's is, you sadistic bastard.
Seto: *preens* And you'll never gonna be as good as me, either!
Yami: Hurry up and R&R so my aibou can come back! Flamers shall have their asses blasted by me personally! *cries* AIBOU!