Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh. Don't own any manga volumes. Don't own my little sister's cards. Boy, is my life pathetic.
Sorry, I've got writer's block from Hell courtesy of Osiris. I have no idea how to kill him! Good God! He's made this chapter suck all the way ta Hell!
Osiris: *rises out of the ground* Nyah, nyah! *sticks tongue out*
Yami: Kisama! Shi! *flies to Osiris with rapier in hand and swipes blindly at Osiris*
Well...that's one way to do it...Hey, leave some for me! *whacks Osiris with a rubber mallet from hammerspace* Merde! This is so much fun!
Hammer: *hitting Os's head* Squeak! Squeak!
Kisama= You bastard
Shi= Die
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Angel's Blood
By: Bishiehuggler
Chapter 8: One Turn Kill
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At last, it was finished. The ellipical, golden orb shone in the light from the Courthouse windows. It had taken nearly a month to complete, but Sethkare had accomplished turning the Council's almost untouchable dreams into a tangeable reality. Something so powerful neither shield nor spell could stop. A weapon of such destruction that could wipe out all of the hated Yugioh's army when activated. Osiris was thrilled beyond words to have a chance to avenge the death of his beautiful wife and sister, Isis. Ra felt exactly the same broiling passion for blood churning inside him. He gave himself the honor of naming the bomb. One Turn Kill. Yugioh wouldn't know what hit him.
Osiris walked down the purple, embroidered carpeting hallway to a shameful looking Sethkare. The green-skinned god smirked and lowered himself to whisper in the brunette's ear. "Thank you for eagerly aiding our cause, High Priest. You're little brother will carry his wonderful image of you to his grave."
Sethkare's accidental reincarnation thrust great joy and sorrow upon his unfeeling heart, making weak and vulnerable to anything about Mokuba, but the insult didn't do the damage Osiris expected it to .Instead, the angel lifted his head and matched the god's smirk with his own. "Don't worry, Os-chan. You'll get what's coming to you very soon, you just wait."
Osiris narrowed his eyes in a deadly glare and clapped his bandaged hands, making a muffled sound. "Take him away, he has served his purpose." The footmen dragged the unresisting angel out of the Courthouse. Bastet followed closely behind holding the hand of a very suspicious young angel. Members of the Council stared at them, for the group made for an ungainly procession. Ra was most interested in the last, the boy being so very familiar. He knew he'd seen him before, he just couldn't place when.
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"Matte! My wings weren't built for speed, remember?" the small, tri-haired boy yelled at the cat goddess. She glanced back, seeing Yuugi was right. His wings were built for strength and balance, not agility. Lucky for her, she had no wings. A transparent bubble of magic kept her aloft like every other god. She pointed up ahead with a wry smile and the boy giggled. In front the guards were having an extremely hard time with Sethkare.
"We're far enough away, idiots! Put me down!" the footmen nodded, releasing the quick-tempered young man, not wanting to be near when he started using magic to prove his point. Bastet patted him on the shoulder, and nuzzled into the nape of his neck, much to his displeasure. She then fell back to Yuugi, and poked him playfully in the stomach.
"C'mon, sweetie! Just use those battle clothes of yours!"
"Oh, yeah!" a look of sheepish enlightenment crossed his features at a bright ball of light covered him, signifying his transformation. In the place of his head-to-toe leather ensemble (that made Bastet swoon when he flaunted it) was a different, more comfortable looking outfit.
The boy wore a white, sleeveless trenchcoat that reached just past his knees. There were two slits in the front, lined with gold. The jacket was open, and he wore no shirt, showing off the well-toned muscles Yuugi obtained during his rigorous training sessions with Bastet and Sethkare. Two identical belts hung from his slim hips, not so much to hold up his faded, blue jeans as for decoration. The leather shoes gave the look an almost casual air. The Sennen Puzzle hung from his neck on a leather thong, and a golden neck-belt, clasped with silver, blended it in perfectly with his golden gauntlets. [AN: *drools* I need a bucket.]
One powerful flap of his wings sent the petit angel rocketing forward, his clothing, like all battle outfits made throughout time, gave him speed to cope with his weakness. The wind in his hair, whipping around his bangs and blowing in and out of his ears almost made him miss the cat call from Bastet. He scowled at her and fell in line next to Sethkare. "Hey," he said quietly, almost afraid of being too curious for his own good. "Are you gonna be alright?"
The brunette turned to Yuugi, a tired look in his ice-blue eyes. "Yeah, just as soon as we get those bastards back. You're all set to go when they launch the One Turn Kill, ne?"
"Aa, aa!" the boy seemed to bounce along beside the High Priest. "This'll damage their pride for sure!" Sethkare turned and gave the child a small smile.
"Are you just in this to piss off Osiris now? I thought you had bigger priorities to attend to." Yuugi blushed for the first time for about five months. He knew what his comrade was hinting at. He was saved by the cat before Sethkare could pry, though.
"Let's go home, Yuu-chan! Now that we can leave Seth-chan alone, I want to spend some quality time with you!" Bastet grabbed the struggleing boy's hand and sped off into the distance.
Sethkare shook his head, downcast. "Pathetic. I hope the kid remembers to leave tonight, or else we're all screwed."
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The stars twinkled almost laughingly in the deep blackish-purple that was the midnight sky. Laughing at him, it seemed. The illusional technology had done very well in the latest battles, always saving them in a tough spot, but this time, the King of Games believed that it wouldn't work. After all, who could fight a god? Two weeks ago was the biggest disgrace in the entire history of the war. Not for his pride, but because of the loss of lives that had just been in vain.
Set had shot blades across the ground, splitting the earth into giant rifts his soldiers couldn't cross. He then eliminated them group by group until Yugioh gave the order to retreat. While they were running, he fired upon them when their backs were turned with a sheet of energy that travelled along the ground like water. Most of the army was destroyed. Set had promised to be back in two weeks with even greater power. Today was the day. Yugioh sighed and suited up into his dragonscale armour, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. He had called Jounouchi and Honda's forces over. They arrived two days ago. Anzu's were facing difficulties of their own with all the secret strikes on military bases.
He heard the sound of a door creaking open. "Oi." a deep, comforting voice said.
"Konbawa, Jounouchi-kun. You're sure you know exactly what to do, ne? You don't want me to go over it again?"
The concerned blonde walked up to the depressed fallen angel and placed a hand on his shoulder "Iie, don't worry, we'll be just fine."
"B-but they aren't." he lost it then, all the pent up sorrow and lonliness overflowing the dam that was his personal bubble. His bangs hid the tears that spilled down his face. "They all died! Is this even worth it? What are we fighting for, if were all going to die, anyway? Is there a pupose for this, or is it just Fate playing one of her sick, twisted games again?" He turned and buried his face in the taller boy's shoulder. Jounouchi patted his back, said some reassuring words and let him cry for the first time in months. It worked and about twenty minutes later, Yugioh had his most determined game face on, ready and willing to desroy the opposing god with whatever he had.
He turned to Jounouchi and smiled. "Thank you."
His friend plastered on his goofyiest smile in return. "Hey, everyone needs a break some time or another."
"Those are very wise words, but it's kind of frightening, because their coming from you, of all people."
"Thanks-wait, what did you say?!" Yugioh just chuckled and ran out of the room. Straight into a soldier playing messanger. Set had landed, and it was time to even the odds.
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His squad had been placed with another small squad from Europe. He gazed silently while the other soldiers chatted in their untranslatable dialogue, just allowing himself to be calmed by their voices. Human companionship wasn't as bad as he had thought. The young man got up and left the large, makeshift tent that the soldiers were staying in until Set came. He walked under the moonless sky, trying to figure a way around the mass slaughter that would arrive with the god. He could predict that ordinary humans and the puny technology they possessed cound't even scratch the god most famous for commanding chaos as well as the desert. He stopped and sat on a granite slab that was unnaturally prodtruding from the ground. It was the only thing left of the small farm that had been on this very spot at the start of the war.
He reached into his pocket and noticed the threads were fraying. 'Like us.' the analytical thought crossed his mind. 'Growing tired and weak day by day until we just crumble suddenly, without warning.' He sighed, then pulled out his duelling deck. He had enhanced it since the battle that was the downfall of Isis, but he couldn't find a card or combo strong enough to stop an unrelenting force like what the Council had planned. The One Turn Kill. Yes, he knew about Sethkare's bomb and his unwillingness to create it. He knew everything his master saw, for he was only a puppet in this game with stakes higher than even Ra imagined. He drew the first card in the neat pile. Mirror Force. Using the holy barrier, would only reflect the blast, but he had no knowledge of how far the One Turn Kill would travel before burning out. How many lives it would take before the energetic molecules would break apart. He didn't even know _if_ the molecules would burn out. It might be unstoppable...His eyes galzed over as he lapsed into thought.
Unstoppable.
That's it!
He drew the next five cards in his deck and frowned. He wasn't powerful enough to envoke a Summon of this magnitude. His master would have to do it. He smiled under the cloth mouth cover and drew the Monster Replace Card. Fused with the correct magic, it could replace whatever the Summoner wanted, including people.
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The newborn beams of sunlight tickled at Yugioh's eyes as he soared high up in the air. He was waiting for Set to get here. Ultimately the worst part of a battle was not fighting, but waiting in trenches for the enemy to get their act together and show up. He thought it strange that Set wasn't there yet. He'd have bisect the messanger later.
"Hey, look up there!" The shout was almost a whisper by the time it made it to his ears. He looked down and saw the tiny figurine of a man pointing to something off in the distance. He looked along the line and in no time at all found the small golden glint of something up high, falling to earth at a sound-barrier breaking speed. He tipped his wings forward to fly closer to the curiousity, but another very empty and detached voice stopped him.
"Yugioh, don't go near it." the young man's voice carried at the same volume as someone speaking five feet away. The King of Games folded his wings and dropped to where he was standing.
"Why not? Do you know something I don't?" The fallen angel's voice carried a bitterness reserved only for the scarred man.
"Obviously, if I told you not to go near it I know what the thing is." He stopped and looked towards the object. "Run. It's going to explode."
"What-" But Yugioh was cut off by the battlefields's transformation from the ruins of a long abandoned farm to a blank nothingness. The heat that followed nearly melted Yugioh's skin off. That was followed by a subtle rumbling. Some soldiers looked back and forth, puzzled, unable to make sense of the unusual event. A group of horrific screams vibrated through the air as random people were disintigrated. First skin, then muscle and finally down to bone, being eaten away like acid. The young man turned to Yugioh.
"This is what I was talking about." He held up a single card. It glowed and vanished. "It is my time." the young man said flatly. A yellow light surrounded him. Instead of his skin being devoured quickly, small bits of the outer layer broke of and were eaten, little by little. He then just spontaniously combusted.
Suddenly, a nauseating sensation lurched in the pit of Yugioh's stomach. Burning pain ricocheted through every cell in his body. He felt feverish, but at the same time he was shivering from the cold. All of a sudden it felt as if he were upside-down, blood rushing to his head as he fell to the undefined ground. His eyes stung and everything seemed to go dark and blindingly bright. He heard a familiar scream, and recognized it as his own. Is this how he was going to die?
He felt something warm touch his shoulder. 'Jounouchi?' No, his hand was larger, more firm. It was someone else, whispering soothing endearments and now gathering him up into their arms. It was someone else who screamed "Exodia! Obliterate!" Someone else who screamed his denounced nickname in horror. "Yami-chan!"
He could feel the person, yet couldn't. His head was reeling in confusion and nausea. The last thing he felt was a soft, warm seal over his lips, giving him the air he forgot to take in...
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Well, there you have it! My 8th chapter and the worst one in the history of Angel's Blood. The biggest disgrace in fic history. (Actually, I wouldn't go that far.) I blame it myself forgetting every idea b/c I didn't write it down!
Yami: It _was_ very pathetic. I nearly died. And my Aibou's already dead! *cries*
???: Aw, shaddup! At least you're in a fic. I have never been mentioned in all of the fanfics Bishiehuggler has read, and she's read a helluva lot.
Well, then I'll make you my muse! Just tell us who you are.
???: *rips of the huge black coat* Ore wa Kaiba Noah-kun desu ka.
OMG Noah-chan! *glomps* You're the cutest damn character after Yuugi, and Mokuba! I can't believe no one's ever written about you!
Noah: Hey, they never talk about Ryuuji Otogi, either. I can see why. In the dub they call him Duke Devlin. How pathetic can 4Kids get? Haven't they ever heard of normal names?
I don't get Kids WB, so I wouldn't know. Maybe someone could tell me? And what's Malik's dubbed name, or have you gotten that far?
Noah: There's a rumor going around that it's Terrance. *cover's ears for upcoming scream*
*screams* WHAT?! TERRANCE? YOU'RE KIDDING!
Noah: Hey, it's just a rumor-
*in fake British accent, screaming at the top of her lungs* HI I'M TERRANCE! COULD YOU PLEASE PASS THE TEA AND CRUMPETS WHILE I STAB THE FUCK OUTTA YOU?! *finishes hyperventilating* *regular voice* I'm better now. It can't possibly be true, anyways. 4Kids just has to have more sense than that. *looks at Noah, whose now 15 ft. away, lying on the ground* Oops! Sorry! R&R and please tell me that Noah-chan's wrong! PLEASE! *cries 'cause she's a huge Malik fan*
Some not very good pics of Noah (hey, I deleted the site with all the best ones, give me a break!):
http://plaza22.mbn.or.jp/~CGarden/king/img/20.html
http://members.tripod.co.jp/nnf7/pict/cd/d10.html
Sorry, I've got writer's block from Hell courtesy of Osiris. I have no idea how to kill him! Good God! He's made this chapter suck all the way ta Hell!
Osiris: *rises out of the ground* Nyah, nyah! *sticks tongue out*
Yami: Kisama! Shi! *flies to Osiris with rapier in hand and swipes blindly at Osiris*
Well...that's one way to do it...Hey, leave some for me! *whacks Osiris with a rubber mallet from hammerspace* Merde! This is so much fun!
Hammer: *hitting Os's head* Squeak! Squeak!
Kisama= You bastard
Shi= Die
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Angel's Blood
By: Bishiehuggler
Chapter 8: One Turn Kill
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At last, it was finished. The ellipical, golden orb shone in the light from the Courthouse windows. It had taken nearly a month to complete, but Sethkare had accomplished turning the Council's almost untouchable dreams into a tangeable reality. Something so powerful neither shield nor spell could stop. A weapon of such destruction that could wipe out all of the hated Yugioh's army when activated. Osiris was thrilled beyond words to have a chance to avenge the death of his beautiful wife and sister, Isis. Ra felt exactly the same broiling passion for blood churning inside him. He gave himself the honor of naming the bomb. One Turn Kill. Yugioh wouldn't know what hit him.
Osiris walked down the purple, embroidered carpeting hallway to a shameful looking Sethkare. The green-skinned god smirked and lowered himself to whisper in the brunette's ear. "Thank you for eagerly aiding our cause, High Priest. You're little brother will carry his wonderful image of you to his grave."
Sethkare's accidental reincarnation thrust great joy and sorrow upon his unfeeling heart, making weak and vulnerable to anything about Mokuba, but the insult didn't do the damage Osiris expected it to .Instead, the angel lifted his head and matched the god's smirk with his own. "Don't worry, Os-chan. You'll get what's coming to you very soon, you just wait."
Osiris narrowed his eyes in a deadly glare and clapped his bandaged hands, making a muffled sound. "Take him away, he has served his purpose." The footmen dragged the unresisting angel out of the Courthouse. Bastet followed closely behind holding the hand of a very suspicious young angel. Members of the Council stared at them, for the group made for an ungainly procession. Ra was most interested in the last, the boy being so very familiar. He knew he'd seen him before, he just couldn't place when.
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"Matte! My wings weren't built for speed, remember?" the small, tri-haired boy yelled at the cat goddess. She glanced back, seeing Yuugi was right. His wings were built for strength and balance, not agility. Lucky for her, she had no wings. A transparent bubble of magic kept her aloft like every other god. She pointed up ahead with a wry smile and the boy giggled. In front the guards were having an extremely hard time with Sethkare.
"We're far enough away, idiots! Put me down!" the footmen nodded, releasing the quick-tempered young man, not wanting to be near when he started using magic to prove his point. Bastet patted him on the shoulder, and nuzzled into the nape of his neck, much to his displeasure. She then fell back to Yuugi, and poked him playfully in the stomach.
"C'mon, sweetie! Just use those battle clothes of yours!"
"Oh, yeah!" a look of sheepish enlightenment crossed his features at a bright ball of light covered him, signifying his transformation. In the place of his head-to-toe leather ensemble (that made Bastet swoon when he flaunted it) was a different, more comfortable looking outfit.
The boy wore a white, sleeveless trenchcoat that reached just past his knees. There were two slits in the front, lined with gold. The jacket was open, and he wore no shirt, showing off the well-toned muscles Yuugi obtained during his rigorous training sessions with Bastet and Sethkare. Two identical belts hung from his slim hips, not so much to hold up his faded, blue jeans as for decoration. The leather shoes gave the look an almost casual air. The Sennen Puzzle hung from his neck on a leather thong, and a golden neck-belt, clasped with silver, blended it in perfectly with his golden gauntlets. [AN: *drools* I need a bucket.]
One powerful flap of his wings sent the petit angel rocketing forward, his clothing, like all battle outfits made throughout time, gave him speed to cope with his weakness. The wind in his hair, whipping around his bangs and blowing in and out of his ears almost made him miss the cat call from Bastet. He scowled at her and fell in line next to Sethkare. "Hey," he said quietly, almost afraid of being too curious for his own good. "Are you gonna be alright?"
The brunette turned to Yuugi, a tired look in his ice-blue eyes. "Yeah, just as soon as we get those bastards back. You're all set to go when they launch the One Turn Kill, ne?"
"Aa, aa!" the boy seemed to bounce along beside the High Priest. "This'll damage their pride for sure!" Sethkare turned and gave the child a small smile.
"Are you just in this to piss off Osiris now? I thought you had bigger priorities to attend to." Yuugi blushed for the first time for about five months. He knew what his comrade was hinting at. He was saved by the cat before Sethkare could pry, though.
"Let's go home, Yuu-chan! Now that we can leave Seth-chan alone, I want to spend some quality time with you!" Bastet grabbed the struggleing boy's hand and sped off into the distance.
Sethkare shook his head, downcast. "Pathetic. I hope the kid remembers to leave tonight, or else we're all screwed."
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The stars twinkled almost laughingly in the deep blackish-purple that was the midnight sky. Laughing at him, it seemed. The illusional technology had done very well in the latest battles, always saving them in a tough spot, but this time, the King of Games believed that it wouldn't work. After all, who could fight a god? Two weeks ago was the biggest disgrace in the entire history of the war. Not for his pride, but because of the loss of lives that had just been in vain.
Set had shot blades across the ground, splitting the earth into giant rifts his soldiers couldn't cross. He then eliminated them group by group until Yugioh gave the order to retreat. While they were running, he fired upon them when their backs were turned with a sheet of energy that travelled along the ground like water. Most of the army was destroyed. Set had promised to be back in two weeks with even greater power. Today was the day. Yugioh sighed and suited up into his dragonscale armour, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. He had called Jounouchi and Honda's forces over. They arrived two days ago. Anzu's were facing difficulties of their own with all the secret strikes on military bases.
He heard the sound of a door creaking open. "Oi." a deep, comforting voice said.
"Konbawa, Jounouchi-kun. You're sure you know exactly what to do, ne? You don't want me to go over it again?"
The concerned blonde walked up to the depressed fallen angel and placed a hand on his shoulder "Iie, don't worry, we'll be just fine."
"B-but they aren't." he lost it then, all the pent up sorrow and lonliness overflowing the dam that was his personal bubble. His bangs hid the tears that spilled down his face. "They all died! Is this even worth it? What are we fighting for, if were all going to die, anyway? Is there a pupose for this, or is it just Fate playing one of her sick, twisted games again?" He turned and buried his face in the taller boy's shoulder. Jounouchi patted his back, said some reassuring words and let him cry for the first time in months. It worked and about twenty minutes later, Yugioh had his most determined game face on, ready and willing to desroy the opposing god with whatever he had.
He turned to Jounouchi and smiled. "Thank you."
His friend plastered on his goofyiest smile in return. "Hey, everyone needs a break some time or another."
"Those are very wise words, but it's kind of frightening, because their coming from you, of all people."
"Thanks-wait, what did you say?!" Yugioh just chuckled and ran out of the room. Straight into a soldier playing messanger. Set had landed, and it was time to even the odds.
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His squad had been placed with another small squad from Europe. He gazed silently while the other soldiers chatted in their untranslatable dialogue, just allowing himself to be calmed by their voices. Human companionship wasn't as bad as he had thought. The young man got up and left the large, makeshift tent that the soldiers were staying in until Set came. He walked under the moonless sky, trying to figure a way around the mass slaughter that would arrive with the god. He could predict that ordinary humans and the puny technology they possessed cound't even scratch the god most famous for commanding chaos as well as the desert. He stopped and sat on a granite slab that was unnaturally prodtruding from the ground. It was the only thing left of the small farm that had been on this very spot at the start of the war.
He reached into his pocket and noticed the threads were fraying. 'Like us.' the analytical thought crossed his mind. 'Growing tired and weak day by day until we just crumble suddenly, without warning.' He sighed, then pulled out his duelling deck. He had enhanced it since the battle that was the downfall of Isis, but he couldn't find a card or combo strong enough to stop an unrelenting force like what the Council had planned. The One Turn Kill. Yes, he knew about Sethkare's bomb and his unwillingness to create it. He knew everything his master saw, for he was only a puppet in this game with stakes higher than even Ra imagined. He drew the first card in the neat pile. Mirror Force. Using the holy barrier, would only reflect the blast, but he had no knowledge of how far the One Turn Kill would travel before burning out. How many lives it would take before the energetic molecules would break apart. He didn't even know _if_ the molecules would burn out. It might be unstoppable...His eyes galzed over as he lapsed into thought.
Unstoppable.
That's it!
He drew the next five cards in his deck and frowned. He wasn't powerful enough to envoke a Summon of this magnitude. His master would have to do it. He smiled under the cloth mouth cover and drew the Monster Replace Card. Fused with the correct magic, it could replace whatever the Summoner wanted, including people.
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The newborn beams of sunlight tickled at Yugioh's eyes as he soared high up in the air. He was waiting for Set to get here. Ultimately the worst part of a battle was not fighting, but waiting in trenches for the enemy to get their act together and show up. He thought it strange that Set wasn't there yet. He'd have bisect the messanger later.
"Hey, look up there!" The shout was almost a whisper by the time it made it to his ears. He looked down and saw the tiny figurine of a man pointing to something off in the distance. He looked along the line and in no time at all found the small golden glint of something up high, falling to earth at a sound-barrier breaking speed. He tipped his wings forward to fly closer to the curiousity, but another very empty and detached voice stopped him.
"Yugioh, don't go near it." the young man's voice carried at the same volume as someone speaking five feet away. The King of Games folded his wings and dropped to where he was standing.
"Why not? Do you know something I don't?" The fallen angel's voice carried a bitterness reserved only for the scarred man.
"Obviously, if I told you not to go near it I know what the thing is." He stopped and looked towards the object. "Run. It's going to explode."
"What-" But Yugioh was cut off by the battlefields's transformation from the ruins of a long abandoned farm to a blank nothingness. The heat that followed nearly melted Yugioh's skin off. That was followed by a subtle rumbling. Some soldiers looked back and forth, puzzled, unable to make sense of the unusual event. A group of horrific screams vibrated through the air as random people were disintigrated. First skin, then muscle and finally down to bone, being eaten away like acid. The young man turned to Yugioh.
"This is what I was talking about." He held up a single card. It glowed and vanished. "It is my time." the young man said flatly. A yellow light surrounded him. Instead of his skin being devoured quickly, small bits of the outer layer broke of and were eaten, little by little. He then just spontaniously combusted.
Suddenly, a nauseating sensation lurched in the pit of Yugioh's stomach. Burning pain ricocheted through every cell in his body. He felt feverish, but at the same time he was shivering from the cold. All of a sudden it felt as if he were upside-down, blood rushing to his head as he fell to the undefined ground. His eyes stung and everything seemed to go dark and blindingly bright. He heard a familiar scream, and recognized it as his own. Is this how he was going to die?
He felt something warm touch his shoulder. 'Jounouchi?' No, his hand was larger, more firm. It was someone else, whispering soothing endearments and now gathering him up into their arms. It was someone else who screamed "Exodia! Obliterate!" Someone else who screamed his denounced nickname in horror. "Yami-chan!"
He could feel the person, yet couldn't. His head was reeling in confusion and nausea. The last thing he felt was a soft, warm seal over his lips, giving him the air he forgot to take in...
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Well, there you have it! My 8th chapter and the worst one in the history of Angel's Blood. The biggest disgrace in fic history. (Actually, I wouldn't go that far.) I blame it myself forgetting every idea b/c I didn't write it down!
Yami: It _was_ very pathetic. I nearly died. And my Aibou's already dead! *cries*
???: Aw, shaddup! At least you're in a fic. I have never been mentioned in all of the fanfics Bishiehuggler has read, and she's read a helluva lot.
Well, then I'll make you my muse! Just tell us who you are.
???: *rips of the huge black coat* Ore wa Kaiba Noah-kun desu ka.
OMG Noah-chan! *glomps* You're the cutest damn character after Yuugi, and Mokuba! I can't believe no one's ever written about you!
Noah: Hey, they never talk about Ryuuji Otogi, either. I can see why. In the dub they call him Duke Devlin. How pathetic can 4Kids get? Haven't they ever heard of normal names?
I don't get Kids WB, so I wouldn't know. Maybe someone could tell me? And what's Malik's dubbed name, or have you gotten that far?
Noah: There's a rumor going around that it's Terrance. *cover's ears for upcoming scream*
*screams* WHAT?! TERRANCE? YOU'RE KIDDING!
Noah: Hey, it's just a rumor-
*in fake British accent, screaming at the top of her lungs* HI I'M TERRANCE! COULD YOU PLEASE PASS THE TEA AND CRUMPETS WHILE I STAB THE FUCK OUTTA YOU?! *finishes hyperventilating* *regular voice* I'm better now. It can't possibly be true, anyways. 4Kids just has to have more sense than that. *looks at Noah, whose now 15 ft. away, lying on the ground* Oops! Sorry! R&R and please tell me that Noah-chan's wrong! PLEASE! *cries 'cause she's a huge Malik fan*
Some not very good pics of Noah (hey, I deleted the site with all the best ones, give me a break!):
http://plaza22.mbn.or.jp/~CGarden/king/img/20.html
http://members.tripod.co.jp/nnf7/pict/cd/d10.html