Yu-Gi-Oh! characters and everything related is (c) Kazuki Takahashi
Legacy of Kain characters and everything related is (c) Crystal Dynamics and Silicon Knights.




"I have fish guts on the bottom of my boot," Sarah hissed as she shook her right foot again. "Here, stand still Kaiba so I can clean it off on your ass," she growled. It had been his fault the mess was on her in the first place. "If you hadn't of shoved me behind that barrel."
"I kept that brute's hands off you, didn't I? Unless drunken sailors are your thing," he shrugged.
"I'm ever so glad I'm not in my normal clothing at the moment, I can change into non-fishy things later," Ryou muttered.
"We're only checking two more areas, if we've found nothing we move out and plan for someplace else," Yami announced as the group passed under another dim lamp post. "At least the lack of sun means less fish smell."
"Less populated areas, I know you're paranoid about something happening to the woman but if you plan to make any headway..." Seto said.
"Well, we may be onto something," Yami said abruptly. "I've never used the Puzzle this way, so I'm not sure if it's got anything or not. Try the building there on the far left, the one with the dim lighting. That's where the Puzzle is pulling."

Yugi leaned on the stone window sill and surveyed the land behind him. Dry and dusty as far as he could see. Mountain cliffs touched the smoky sky, their tips being obscured by the brown and black clouds. He sighed softly, Kain had left him alone thus far and Yugi was a bit worried by that fact. He had felt several minor earthquakes, something big was up and he was eager to get home. Yugi closed his eyes as he tried what he had many times now. Though the distance between Yami and him was great Yugi tried to reach out to his other half, just an effort to let him know he was fine and to see how Yami was doing. He got nothing, discouraged Yugi lay his chin on the cool stone. The rock smelled of dust and not much else, there were no flowers or plants of any kind that he could see. Brown was the only color of the earth, the green of the sky was as close to greenery as anything got.
"Hurry Yami, it's cold here and I've never been so lonely..."

"Magnificent creature, where did you acquire him?" Malik asked as the blue demon circled him. The strange attachment on his right arm seemed to burn like an angry blue fire.
"He's not from this world," Bakura answered. "And I wouldn't bother trying to communicate with him. He knows neither Japanese or ancient Egyptian, just English which I know you have no knowledge of."
"Ah, I see where this is going," Malik laughed. "You're unhappy with our deal, is this the insurance policy?" He pointed towards Raziel, the Soul Eater raised the Reaver in a sign of defense. Malik furrowed his brow and stretched an arm out to move the wraith blade from his throat. His hand passed harmlessly through it, the chill he felt was the only thing that made him believe it was real. Raziel moved it when Bakura asked him to, Malik glared hard at the demon.
"Perhaps, or maybe he's something else."

"Raziel," Bakura said as he switched back to English. "In a moment I want you to strike him with that blade. Engage in combat, do not try to kill him or you will rouse the other spirit within. I will shock one out while you have him distracted. You will retreat to devour the soul and we will repeat the process for the remaining one. You will have tonight to rest, then."
"Yes, as you wish," Raziel said sourly.
"When I step back from the edge, strike," Bakura hissed coldly.

In the period of foreign communication, Malik drew his Item and held the golden Rod in front of his chest. He knew something was up and didn't plan to take it lying down.
"Come now Malik, drawing the Item in anger," Bakura chuckled coldly.
"You expect me to just roll over and take it in the ass?" he snapped.
"No," Bakura laughed. "No I don't, but I just figured you would wait a bit longer before you made a move." Bakura slowly stepped backwards. Malik's eyes widened as the glowing blade swung at him. It connected solidly with his shoulder, Malik let out a howl as he was knocked off balance. Raziel aimed for the outstretched arm, the Reaver clanged against the golden bracelet on Malik's wrist. The hit caused his hand to release the object, Malik made a grab as it clattered over the rail of the stairs and fell to the floor. Raziel retracted the Reaver blade and took to assaulting the Egyptian with balled up fists.

Bakura took a moment to bask in the scene, Malik hadn't expected the force Raziel used and was paying now. The Spirit of the Ring scowled as four figures raced through the door below. Ryou, Yami, Sarah and Seto. He hadn't expected them and was more than enraged with the sighting of Ryou. He fought the need to say something to his former host but made a dash for a secluded area in which to concentrate on drawing one of Malik's souls out.

"What the devil is he doing?" Seto asked as he watched Raziel take on Malik. The Egyptian had finally found his footing and was fighting back.
"Yami! Find Bakura, we need you to combat his Ring. Ryou, Seto. You're with me. We have to get those two apart somehow," Sarah commanded as she ran forward.
"She's insane!" Seto called as he watched the woman run towards the stairs.
"Gotta love her for that," Ryou grunted as he followed. Yami went next, his target was on the second floor and he had no choice but to get past the combatants.

"Pharaoh!" Malik called as the other teen raced past him. "He'll send the fiend on you next!" Malik dodged a left swipe and kicked the side of Raziel's leg to harm his balance.
"I know," was all Yami said as he continued up the stairs.
"Don't just hop in there," Ryou called as he grabbed Sarah by the arm.
"Well how else do you suggest we get them apart?" she asked as she wrenched free.
"Just wait for an opening."
"Where's Seto?" Sarah asked as she looked behind.
"Oh, he's run off. Pay him no mind," Ryou sighed. A shot rang out and nailed Raziel in the shoulder, he growled and clawed at the wound before looking back the way it had come. Seto was kneeling on a crate with a handgun aimed at the blue demon.
"Don't give me that look!" he hissed at the woman. "You said he's beyond death, if I can slow him we'll be fine." Seto was knocked back as a telekinetic blast destroyed the crate he was atop. Raziel had to divide his attention to pull that off and Malik was able to bowl him over.
"That glow can't be good, " Sarah hissed as Malik's body seemed to be set ablaze.

Bakura couldn't let his focus slip, he felt the dormant spirit inside Malik being torn away slowly. He felt resistance as Yami Malik began to become aroused, the Spirit screamed down the connection at Bakura.
"You fool! Do you really think you can pull this off! Everyone besides your lackey is rallied against you. When they get you out of the way I can easily take care of you all!"
"Within a few moments you will be no more! Raziel will devour your soul, that is why I brought him here," Bakura cackled.
"Bakura!" Yami yelled as he found the other Spirit. "I cannot allow you to do this!"
Bakura's concentration was snapped at that moment, his eyes glared daggers at Yami as the other spirit tackled him. "You can't deny the draw the Items have on you!" he shouted as the two rolled across the wooden floor.
"I will not claim lives to get them!" Yami hissed in reply.

Malik's hair stood on end as he turned newfound fury on Raziel. The fiend took the hits in stride as he backed up, Raziel summoned the blade once more and swung it hard on Malik's midsection. The force used set the Egyptian flying over the guard rail. He cursed loudly as he hit a crate.
"Yami Malik's in control," Ryou squeaked as he tried to shrink away. Malik had landed only a few feet away from them.
"Don't let him get the Rod thing!" Sarah hissed as she made a dive for the artifact. Yami Malik was slightly dazed as he pulled himself from the crate. Before Sarah could grab the Item, she was pulled back by the hair. Enraged eyes bored down into her as Malik yanked her away from the Item. He reached down for it, before his fingers could touch it a shot knocked it away. Yami Malik cursed as he turned to see Seto aiming a gun at him. While distracted Sarah scrambled for the Item; as her hands closed around it Raziel leapt down from the stairs and knocked Malik backwards.
"Raziel!" the woman screamed. "You can't do this!" She turned to Ryou and threw the Item to him. "Just run!" She commanded.
"It's a little late for no action," Raziel yelled in return as he backhanded Malik. "I've got him riled up now."
"You can't steal his soul!"
"I need them to sustain myself and I have taken a great deal of damage. I will not leave this fray without claiming what is mine!"
"I won't allow it!" the woman screamed as she threw herself at Raziel. The creature stumbled backwards at the added weight to his back. Yami Malik turned his attention from Raziel to Ryou as he fled into the night with the Rod. Malik shouted something back at Raziel and Sarah before he gave chase.
"He said he'll find a fitting end for you and make the woman a slave," Seto translated.
"Don't let him get to Ryou!" Sarah screamed as she dealt with Raziel.

Yami panted as he leaned over on his arms. He had managed to take Bakura out, the other spirit lay unconscious a few feet away. Yami was wiped out but he couldn't take a rest, not with the screaming that came from below. Yami raced to the guard rail and looked over to see three fleeing figures and two more struggling near ruined crates. He raced towards the stairs to help the woman.

Raziel tossed the smaller being off him, he turned quickly and wrenched her up by the arm. He lowered his cowl to reveal long fangs over the blackness of a missing lower jaw and started to draw something off her. Yami's red eyes met frightened brown eyes as her life force was drained away. The Spirit tapped into his Puzzle and tried to wrench Raziel away from the woman before he could finish her off. Raziel dropped her when she passed out and turned white eyes to the Spirit on the stairs. "She's not dead, I left enough of her soul in her for it to recover. I needed to recover my strength before I slipped into the Spectral Realm. Souls are not as common here as they are in Nosgoth, I would have to remain there longer to heal. As for you, you hold the same power as the other being. Can you get me back to Nosgoth?" he demanded.
"I can! That is why we are here, Kain is holding my other half prisoner. In return for his freedom I am to bring you back. Nosgoth is falling apart, you're some sort of glue there. You help make sure the other two that came with me are safe and we can return you to where you belong."

"I'll kill you all!" Yami Malik snarled as he tossed Ryou aside. The teen cried out before he rolled off the dock and into the water. Malik had what he wanted and that was all that mattered. A bullet grazed his shoulder and he was reminded of Seto's presence. Enraged he turned around and used his Millennium Item to confuse the other person. Seto blinked and shook his head, Yami Malik used the opportunity to knock him into the water before he raced back to the warehouse. "I'll kill that traitor Bakura first," he growled.

Yami had been forced to leave Sarah behind, the woman was still out cold and he couldn't haul her around when there was a chance he would end up locked in combat. It was oddly comforting to have Raziel by his side, the two were currently in a run as they made their way towards the sounds of battle. Yami Malik raced towards the two, he shouted something neither could hear and sent a telekinetic blast at the two. Raziel was still somewhat drained from the previous fray and ended up being taken out in one shot. Yami watched in horror as his figure melted away into nothing. Within another moment, Malik was on top of him.
"I'll deal with you later, Pharaoh. No one is going to take my revenge from me," he snarled before hitting Yami across the face with his Item. The Pharaoh slumped and Malik dropped him with a grin.

"Ugh, what?" Sarah asked groggily. She sat bolt up as she remembered where she was. There was a thudding of footsteps as someone raced towards where she was hidden away.
"Yami?" she called as she stepped out. There was an answer but not what she had expected. "Fuck," she whimpered as Malik reached for her.

Ryou coughed again as he was dragged across the dock. The current had pulled him out a fair distance, the last thing he remembered was Seto cursing at him as the taller teen swam to his aid.
"Get to your feet," Seto gasped. "This isn't over yet and we have to find everyone else."
"Give me a moment," Ryou coughed as he tried to prop himself up on his arms. They shook with the effort and he lay back down on the wooden surface. Seto's attention was drawn back towards the building when the sound of a motor racing by rang out. Malik let out a shrill laugh as he whizzed by, the distinct shape of someone tied to the back of the bike held Seto's attention. He couldn't make the figure out in the dark but he had a pretty good idea who it was.
"Yugi won't be pleased with this," Seto growled.
"What? You don't mean..." Ryou began as he scrambled to his feet.

"I don't know who you are or what your part in all of this is, but I intend to find out," Malik yelled to the woman tied up behind him. She yelled something in English at him and he only chuckled. "Bakura can wait, I found something a bit more interesting."

"What did you let him do to her?" Ryou demanded as he landed an uncharacteristic punch on his counterpart.
"I don't know what the hell you mean," Bakura growled as he glared back.
"You let him take her! Do you know what he could do to her?" Ryou screamed.
"Ryou, ease up a bit," Seto commanded as he lay a hand on the other teen's shoulder. "Malik took her," he said coldly.
Bakura broke out into a fit of laughter. He would be rolling on the floor if not for the old nets he had been bound in. "He'll probably fuck her six ways till Tuesday and torture her for information. But oh! She doesn't speak the language!" he cackled. "The little bitch deserves it, she's been nothing but trouble," he spat. Yami's form shimmered as he reappeared with Raziel. "You just change sides so quickly, don't you?" Bakura hissed.
"I never wished to be a part of this!" the blue fiend yelled in return.
"And you," Bakura growled as he turned back to Yami. "You left Yugi in Nosgoth, didn't you? I don't feel his presence within you. Was it how you got Ryou out, traded part of your soul?" he chuckled.
"Yugi, what does he mean?" Seto demanded.
"I'll explain later, we've got to find Sarah. Only she can put an end to this mess," the Pharaoh scowled.

The woman kicked and screamed the whole time Malik had her flung over his shoulder, he took pleasure in her discomfort and kept goading her on for more. As he walked through the corridors of what he called home, servants moved out of his way and eyed the woman carefully. Once in the interior room, Malik un-shouldered his burden and dropped her on the floor. She made an auditable sound of discomfort and glared back at him.
"I'm going to enjoy this," he chuckled as he took a seat. Malik rest his chin on his fingers as he stared at the woman. She moved to her feet as quickly as she could and glared back. To make sure she knew there was no escape, Malik turned his gaze to either side of the room. In the shadows were countless figures, the woman followed his gaze and said something he didn't understand. With a slight grunt, he picked his Item up and showed it to her. The eye in the middle glowed softly as one like it lit up on his forehead.
"You'll be able to understand me now, and I you. Let's start with the basics shall we, what is your name?"
The woman made no effort to show she had heard him.
"I don't need a name, really. But one would be nice unless you wish to go by one I give you. And it won't be pleasant either. You won't like how I choose one," he said with a crooked grin. "Care to know how I will pick a name for you? You'll be bound and chained, stripped down as I have my way. Your name will come from how good a lay you are."
"Sarah," she growled.
"I knew you'd see it my way, Sarah. Rape is always the most useful tool against a woman. Such pride you hold, pride that's tied to your 'purity'. A woman loses that and she's left broken."
"What do you want to know, get it over with," she snapped.
"Oh you don't like to hear me speak of rape? Perhaps I should go on, then."
The woman looked away, a sour expression on her face.
"There's another thing you should know. Should you lie to me I can take control of you and learn what I want through that. I don't suppose you'd like that either?"
"No," she said coldly.
"As my mood dictates I may decide to have a little fun with you. Take all I've said into account so far, you seem to be a smart girl. You'll figure it out," he laughed.
"Why am I here? You don't know who I am and still you brought me back."
Malik gave a few glances to either side of him and all in the room filed out. The doors were closed with their departure. "You know the creature Bakura set on me. That's reason enough to spark interest. What is he?"
"His name is Raziel. He's a Reaver of Souls, he feeds off them. He's an evolved vampire of sorts, his blood thirst replaced by a deeper and darker need."
"And Bakura planed to use him against me and the other Item holders?"
"Yes, he came to me to lead him to Raziel."
"You are not from the same place as this Raziel?"
"No."
"Where are you from, then?"
The woman sighed, she didn't want to go through this again. More so, she wasn't sure if he would believe her or not. "I'm... from a parallel world. It runs much like yours but with certain differences. One being the lack of the Items and all of you I've met this day."
"If what you say is true, how did you get here and then bring Raziel here?"
"This isn't the first time I've been here. A few months ago I--"
"That was you I felt!?" Malik was out of his seat in an instant and up in the woman's face. "You were the cause for the Pharaoh and Bakura's heightened amount of activity?"
"Yes," she said strongly. "That was me, so now you know who I am?"
"And I know the knowledge you held had no use. Bakura made no move to do anything after you disappeared."
"Yes, what I knew about and what I had to offer was of no worth. However," she sighed. "Recently Bakura must have realized I could get him something that might be of help. That would be Raziel."
"How? How can you go to all these worlds, know of them?"
"Do you read books? Ever heard a story as read by your parents when you were younger? See TV, go to movies? What you think is fantasy or fiction may not be. That is how I knew of your world, that is how I knew of Raziel's. They were 'fiction' works in my world. A means of entertainment through stories, games and TV shows."
"But how do you make travel between these places?" he demanded.
"I have no clue, I can't do it on my own. Bakura calls me a key, I can't open a door without someone to use me. How I got here and he found me in the first place is a mystery still."
"If not for the fact magic is a common place item here, I wouldn't believe you. I'm not sure what to make of anything but you aren't going anywhere. I plan to keep you right here so no one can ever use you against me."
"Yeah, I heard the same thing from Bakura. He planed to use me till there was nothing more I could do. I got away, though," she snorted.
"I want to mention something I find a bit amusing," Malik said as he turned his back on the woman. "Your name is Hebrew in origin, are you aware of the ancient relationship between our people?"
"Just because my name is Hebrew doesn't mean I am. I could be but last I checked my background was Celtic."
"Whatever it is, child. You've earned the title of Slave. I will refer to you as such. You will answer to it or I will have to break you into it."
"Yes, Master," she said as she lowered her head. So long as she went along she knew she might stand a chance.
"Excellent!" he laughed. "I'll have you fed, bathed and re-clothed in no time."