Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, nor do I own the songs and the pic that
inspired me to write this. It started small, a single picture gave me a fic
idea, from there, I added a song, then another, and soon, I had a whole
play list, and a folder of pictures. So all I had to do was write the
fic...so here it is!
Warnings: Shonen-ai, yaoi, mentioned rape, (maybe not just mentioned....) cussing, angst, character death (kind of, will be explained later and slight OOC. This is rated R for a reason!
Pairings: YY/S, Y/A, M/J, B/M, R/T (only at first!)
Without further ado, I give you, Rain, a product of Nat's hard work.
They were all there, Yami, and his boyfriend of 5 years, Seto. Yugi and his girlfriend of just as long, Anzu. Joey and Mai with their arms around each other, Bakura and Malik, bickering loudly, and Ryou, being hugged passively by none other than Tristen. Also there, and currently single, were Shaadi, Isis, Duke, and Serenity. They were crouded around an altar, which was coated with dust. No one had been in here for years, which made sense, as it was Yami's tomb, and not many knew Yami existed.
"Are you ready Pharaoh?" Shaadi asked, indicating for Yami to step forward, so he was standing alone in front of the alter. Yami nodded grimly, wanting so badly to recover his lost memories.
"Be careful love," Seto said, grabbing Yami's hand as he stepped forward. Is an instant, Seto had Yami crushed in a fierce hug, and was kissing him passionately.
"I will Seto, don't worry about me." Yami said, after they finally broke the kiss. With a final parting glance at his beloved, he stepped forward, to the waiting alter. In front of him, six of the seven-millennium items sat, arranged in a circle. Yami pulled off his puzzle, and set it in the middle of the circle. There was a small 'clink' as metal hit stone, but otherwise, all was silent. Yami held his breath, waiting for something to happen, a flash of light, a rush of water, something to mark to return of his memories. But there was nothing, except the breathing of those around him. Disheartened, Yami turned to face his friends, ready to tell them the bad news. He made eye contact with Seto, and shook his head sadly. In the middle of the action, a bright light danced across his vision and he heard rushing water. Then everything grew black.
Yami didn't remember opening his eyes, but in truth, he had never been asleep. When he could see again, after the black had faded from his vision, he had to blink rapidly. He was standing in the middle of a grand chamber, ornately decorated, gold adorning every chair, column, and most notably, the thrown at the head of the room. Sitting in said thrown, was a tall, imposing figure, with black and red hair. A stern frown was plastered on his face, and his red eye stared out at the world from under a golden crown. Beside him sat a lovely young woman, with blond hair, and violet eyes that reminded Yami strongly of Yugi. She seemed happy enough, but when he looked closely, Yami could see that the smile on her face was to please others, and there was no joy in it. Sitting in her lap was a smiling, bouncy boy with tri-colored hair, and red eyes. Yami blanched as he recognized himself as a ten-year-old.
"Pharaoh!" a voice called from the door, and both Yami and the man in the thrown turned to acknowledge it. "We have caught a thief stealing jewels from the river storehouse, and we were wondering what you wanted to do to it."
"Bring him in!" the Pharaoh's voice rang out, and Yami found himself quaking in his boots at the voice. He knew that the Pharaoh was his father, and even though he couldn't remember anything about his life in ancient Egypt, the figure on the thrown caused him great fear. The doors shut quietly then banged open when two guards hauled in a young boy, not much older than Yami. He has white hair, and just slightly tan skin, and reminded Yami so much of Ryou is was frightening. It was taking both guards to hold him, as he was fighting with tooth and nail.
"This is the thief?" The Pharaoh asked, incredulously.
"Yes your highness," the person who had originally asked about the thief said, while bowing so low his nose was touching the ground.
"Let me go, you bastard!" the child screamed, looking angrily at the Pharaoh. The resemblance to Ryou was gone, and the child now looked more like Bakura than Ryou.
"I didn't care much about the stolen jewels," the Pharaoh said, his voice cold enough to freeze the Nile. "But a thief at this young age just might grow up to become a threat to me when he's older. Kill him." At those words, the thief screamed obscenities, and re-doubled his efforts to get away. One of the guards pulled out a dagger, and held it to the boy's neck.
"I can make it quick or I can make it very, very slow, it's your choice, thief," he hissed, very clearly enjoying the pain and the fear he saw in the young boy's eyes.
"Stop!" a voice screamed out, and Yami was shocked to find it was his own. His ten year old self had thrown him self between the guard and the boy. "You can't do this, it isn't right!" Who he was screaming to, Yami didn't know, but it didn't touch the guard's heart.
"Move aside!" the burly man snarled, shoving the young Prince to the side, and he raised the dagger again. But he had made a crucial error. The young thief, seeing his opening, had stolen a dagger from the second guard that was holding him. When the guard had raised the dagger, the boy had shoved his own weapon in the man's ribcage. The guard howled before dropping his own dagger.
"Run!" young Yami screamed, before tripping the second guard. The boy didn't wait to be told twice, he was already out the doors before the Pharaoh could react.
"Yami!" the Pharaoh roared, rising from his thrown. "How could you do that! He was a thief, a threat to our kingdom!"
"It wasn't right!" ten-year-old Yami yelled, but Yami could see the tears streaming down his younger self's face. "He was my age! You couldn't kill him!"
"Do you think I care about age?!?" The Pharaoh thundered. "He was a threat to my kingdom! He would have killed you without a second thought! How many times to I need to beat it into you that you can't rule with kindness!" young Yami was cringing, tears were running down his face. "But I don't think I'll hit you this time. I think I'll let Seth teach you a lesson."
'Seth....Seto!" Yami realized. The fact that his boy friend would be the one to teach his younger self a lesson made Yami feel safe. Seto would never hurt him, intentionally. But the face of his young counterpart told him differently. Yami was quaking in sandals, and he was slowly backing away from his father. His mother had a resigned look on her face, like she had seen this many times. Seth stepped forwards, with a vicious look on his face.
"Time to learn your lesson, Prince." He sneered, and Yami felt shivers go up his spine.
To Be Continued
A/N: Click the pretty button and review! And while you're at it, put your
favorite couples in the review, thanks!
Warnings: Shonen-ai, yaoi, mentioned rape, (maybe not just mentioned....) cussing, angst, character death (kind of, will be explained later and slight OOC. This is rated R for a reason!
Pairings: YY/S, Y/A, M/J, B/M, R/T (only at first!)
Without further ado, I give you, Rain, a product of Nat's hard work.
They were all there, Yami, and his boyfriend of 5 years, Seto. Yugi and his girlfriend of just as long, Anzu. Joey and Mai with their arms around each other, Bakura and Malik, bickering loudly, and Ryou, being hugged passively by none other than Tristen. Also there, and currently single, were Shaadi, Isis, Duke, and Serenity. They were crouded around an altar, which was coated with dust. No one had been in here for years, which made sense, as it was Yami's tomb, and not many knew Yami existed.
"Are you ready Pharaoh?" Shaadi asked, indicating for Yami to step forward, so he was standing alone in front of the alter. Yami nodded grimly, wanting so badly to recover his lost memories.
"Be careful love," Seto said, grabbing Yami's hand as he stepped forward. Is an instant, Seto had Yami crushed in a fierce hug, and was kissing him passionately.
"I will Seto, don't worry about me." Yami said, after they finally broke the kiss. With a final parting glance at his beloved, he stepped forward, to the waiting alter. In front of him, six of the seven-millennium items sat, arranged in a circle. Yami pulled off his puzzle, and set it in the middle of the circle. There was a small 'clink' as metal hit stone, but otherwise, all was silent. Yami held his breath, waiting for something to happen, a flash of light, a rush of water, something to mark to return of his memories. But there was nothing, except the breathing of those around him. Disheartened, Yami turned to face his friends, ready to tell them the bad news. He made eye contact with Seto, and shook his head sadly. In the middle of the action, a bright light danced across his vision and he heard rushing water. Then everything grew black.
Yami didn't remember opening his eyes, but in truth, he had never been asleep. When he could see again, after the black had faded from his vision, he had to blink rapidly. He was standing in the middle of a grand chamber, ornately decorated, gold adorning every chair, column, and most notably, the thrown at the head of the room. Sitting in said thrown, was a tall, imposing figure, with black and red hair. A stern frown was plastered on his face, and his red eye stared out at the world from under a golden crown. Beside him sat a lovely young woman, with blond hair, and violet eyes that reminded Yami strongly of Yugi. She seemed happy enough, but when he looked closely, Yami could see that the smile on her face was to please others, and there was no joy in it. Sitting in her lap was a smiling, bouncy boy with tri-colored hair, and red eyes. Yami blanched as he recognized himself as a ten-year-old.
"Pharaoh!" a voice called from the door, and both Yami and the man in the thrown turned to acknowledge it. "We have caught a thief stealing jewels from the river storehouse, and we were wondering what you wanted to do to it."
"Bring him in!" the Pharaoh's voice rang out, and Yami found himself quaking in his boots at the voice. He knew that the Pharaoh was his father, and even though he couldn't remember anything about his life in ancient Egypt, the figure on the thrown caused him great fear. The doors shut quietly then banged open when two guards hauled in a young boy, not much older than Yami. He has white hair, and just slightly tan skin, and reminded Yami so much of Ryou is was frightening. It was taking both guards to hold him, as he was fighting with tooth and nail.
"This is the thief?" The Pharaoh asked, incredulously.
"Yes your highness," the person who had originally asked about the thief said, while bowing so low his nose was touching the ground.
"Let me go, you bastard!" the child screamed, looking angrily at the Pharaoh. The resemblance to Ryou was gone, and the child now looked more like Bakura than Ryou.
"I didn't care much about the stolen jewels," the Pharaoh said, his voice cold enough to freeze the Nile. "But a thief at this young age just might grow up to become a threat to me when he's older. Kill him." At those words, the thief screamed obscenities, and re-doubled his efforts to get away. One of the guards pulled out a dagger, and held it to the boy's neck.
"I can make it quick or I can make it very, very slow, it's your choice, thief," he hissed, very clearly enjoying the pain and the fear he saw in the young boy's eyes.
"Stop!" a voice screamed out, and Yami was shocked to find it was his own. His ten year old self had thrown him self between the guard and the boy. "You can't do this, it isn't right!" Who he was screaming to, Yami didn't know, but it didn't touch the guard's heart.
"Move aside!" the burly man snarled, shoving the young Prince to the side, and he raised the dagger again. But he had made a crucial error. The young thief, seeing his opening, had stolen a dagger from the second guard that was holding him. When the guard had raised the dagger, the boy had shoved his own weapon in the man's ribcage. The guard howled before dropping his own dagger.
"Run!" young Yami screamed, before tripping the second guard. The boy didn't wait to be told twice, he was already out the doors before the Pharaoh could react.
"Yami!" the Pharaoh roared, rising from his thrown. "How could you do that! He was a thief, a threat to our kingdom!"
"It wasn't right!" ten-year-old Yami yelled, but Yami could see the tears streaming down his younger self's face. "He was my age! You couldn't kill him!"
"Do you think I care about age?!?" The Pharaoh thundered. "He was a threat to my kingdom! He would have killed you without a second thought! How many times to I need to beat it into you that you can't rule with kindness!" young Yami was cringing, tears were running down his face. "But I don't think I'll hit you this time. I think I'll let Seth teach you a lesson."
'Seth....Seto!" Yami realized. The fact that his boy friend would be the one to teach his younger self a lesson made Yami feel safe. Seto would never hurt him, intentionally. But the face of his young counterpart told him differently. Yami was quaking in sandals, and he was slowly backing away from his father. His mother had a resigned look on her face, like she had seen this many times. Seth stepped forwards, with a vicious look on his face.
"Time to learn your lesson, Prince." He sneered, and Yami felt shivers go up his spine.
To Be Continued
A/N: Click the pretty button and review! And while you're at it, put your
favorite couples in the review, thanks!
