Clashing of Worlds
by: Fuzzy Coconut
Disclaimer: Yeah! I own it! *looks innocent as Takahashi, bound and gagged, grumbles* What???! I don't own the Dark Materials trilogy, either. Philip Pullman does. I bet he's willing to share, though, right? -___-''
A/N: This is an AU fic (no, really?) where both Yugi and Yami live in different worlds, only Yugi's is our world and Yami's is called the Shadow Realm (told you it's an AU story). The two worlds overlap each other and certain windows connect them to one another. Magic and Duel Monsters (though not called that) exist in Yami's world only. There's a couple more details but you'll get it as the story progresses. Capische?
Dedication: No fricking clue. Hell, it can be dedicated to you for reading this.
Prologue
Yami's POV
Once upon a time, there lived a grand king. He was kind to his subjects and they treated him with respect and dignity.
Yeah, uh huh, right.
Stop and rewind. Let's look over this little sentence, shall we? Let's start with : "Once upon a time there lived a grand king." This is only partly correct. True, I AM king of my humble little land (they call me Pharaoh, actually) but this 'Once upon a time' ? Come on. This is the 21st century, people, get with the program!
Secondly, how aobut this: "He was kind to his subjects." Subjects. Hahahaha. Do you know, loyal reader (or do I dare hope?) how many politicians out there would get angry if they ever heard me say something of the like about them? That's right. Too many.
Finally: "And they treated him with respect and dignity." Who me? Are you sure you haven't gotten me confused with Old King Cole? Because I, for one, receive files upon files of complaints piled onto my desk every morning.
Whoever's writing my biography needs to be dragged onto the street and shot. Several times.
No, seriously. It's all wrong. The only reason I'm so high up in the political hierarchy is because my father was a stinking-rich mayor with people lining up to do his every bidding.
They still line up to do mine.
Eventually, people elected me to be ruler (that's right, RULER, not some petty mayor) because, after all, good ol daddy was now dead (heart attack? nah...I think it was suicide. Media can drive anyone nuts) and since I was next in line (like a hand-me-down garment), it was only right I had my own little legacy after his rather large one.
I'm not bitter. I just don't think I'm all that great with ruling and dictating. Not that I'd tell anyone, of course. I have my pride, as well as appearances to keep up. I can't ever let the public see me break down or else all the hard work my father put in his whole lifetime goes down the drain.
And what kind of son would I be if I did that?
Still, I think I'd rather be some sort of travelling job, an explorer-type kind of career. It just sounds so much more appealing than sitting on the throne all day on my ass, doesn't it?
Of course it does.
So this is how I found myself escaping the palace (yeah, they actually call it that) and running into a half-deserted forest in the middle of the night, looking like some deranged tomb-robber (A/N: I couldn't resist.....really). I had packed enough food and drink to last for a very long time and was dressed all in black. I guess I'm pretty damn good at this sneaking around business, hm? Oh, shut up. It's my first time.
The darkness was overwhelming. Even though I had cast a spell to keep an ever-burning light lit, only the nearest area around me ( two feet) could be seen. Which is why I didn't see a tree root behind me and tripped.
Backwards.
I barely had time to catch myself from landing on my ass, performing a small somersault and landing in a crouched position.
Down a hillside.
Oh, Ra.
Why, do you ask, am I cursing?
Because I landed on the sand where a sacred, ILLEGAL ritual was being performed.
Blood coated a long sword that a thin, sour-looking man held, and I could see some sheep being held up by long metal rods in a triangle, blood dripping into the centre. His eyes turned towards my direction, and he looked at me with the blankest eyes I had ever seen.
The scrawny man made a grab for my Millennium Puzzle, the upside -down pyramid said to contain sacred power. I was wishing for this power to sometime, oh I don't know, KICK IN, as I dodged his blows.
A rumble started somewhere near my feet and I looked down to see the sand beneath me slip away, sucked out like some worm on the other end was feasting on it. I ran for solid ground, but as soon as I stepped forward, everything collapsed and my feet plunged into.....nothingness???
Clawing for something to hold on to, I caught sight of the man. He was holding the sword up high, ready to cut my arms off.
Damn you. I'm not going to be amputated today, thanks for offering.
So I let go.
And then promptly remembered my situation: holding on to the edge of a sand-cliff so I wouldn't be pulled down and taken to Ra knew where.
Oh, no.
I was falling into a deep, dark emptiness and the laughter of that man's echoed in my ears. I closed my eyes...
I was going to die.
*******
A/N: Whoo...how was that for the prologue? Bah.....he's OOC...oh, well. He's got my personality!
I know some things are kinda confusing so I'll go over those in the next chappie.
R/R!!!!!!!!!!! Please?
by: Fuzzy Coconut
Disclaimer: Yeah! I own it! *looks innocent as Takahashi, bound and gagged, grumbles* What???! I don't own the Dark Materials trilogy, either. Philip Pullman does. I bet he's willing to share, though, right? -___-''
A/N: This is an AU fic (no, really?) where both Yugi and Yami live in different worlds, only Yugi's is our world and Yami's is called the Shadow Realm (told you it's an AU story). The two worlds overlap each other and certain windows connect them to one another. Magic and Duel Monsters (though not called that) exist in Yami's world only. There's a couple more details but you'll get it as the story progresses. Capische?
Dedication: No fricking clue. Hell, it can be dedicated to you for reading this.
Prologue
Yami's POV
Once upon a time, there lived a grand king. He was kind to his subjects and they treated him with respect and dignity.
Yeah, uh huh, right.
Stop and rewind. Let's look over this little sentence, shall we? Let's start with : "Once upon a time there lived a grand king." This is only partly correct. True, I AM king of my humble little land (they call me Pharaoh, actually) but this 'Once upon a time' ? Come on. This is the 21st century, people, get with the program!
Secondly, how aobut this: "He was kind to his subjects." Subjects. Hahahaha. Do you know, loyal reader (or do I dare hope?) how many politicians out there would get angry if they ever heard me say something of the like about them? That's right. Too many.
Finally: "And they treated him with respect and dignity." Who me? Are you sure you haven't gotten me confused with Old King Cole? Because I, for one, receive files upon files of complaints piled onto my desk every morning.
Whoever's writing my biography needs to be dragged onto the street and shot. Several times.
No, seriously. It's all wrong. The only reason I'm so high up in the political hierarchy is because my father was a stinking-rich mayor with people lining up to do his every bidding.
They still line up to do mine.
Eventually, people elected me to be ruler (that's right, RULER, not some petty mayor) because, after all, good ol daddy was now dead (heart attack? nah...I think it was suicide. Media can drive anyone nuts) and since I was next in line (like a hand-me-down garment), it was only right I had my own little legacy after his rather large one.
I'm not bitter. I just don't think I'm all that great with ruling and dictating. Not that I'd tell anyone, of course. I have my pride, as well as appearances to keep up. I can't ever let the public see me break down or else all the hard work my father put in his whole lifetime goes down the drain.
And what kind of son would I be if I did that?
Still, I think I'd rather be some sort of travelling job, an explorer-type kind of career. It just sounds so much more appealing than sitting on the throne all day on my ass, doesn't it?
Of course it does.
So this is how I found myself escaping the palace (yeah, they actually call it that) and running into a half-deserted forest in the middle of the night, looking like some deranged tomb-robber (A/N: I couldn't resist.....really). I had packed enough food and drink to last for a very long time and was dressed all in black. I guess I'm pretty damn good at this sneaking around business, hm? Oh, shut up. It's my first time.
The darkness was overwhelming. Even though I had cast a spell to keep an ever-burning light lit, only the nearest area around me ( two feet) could be seen. Which is why I didn't see a tree root behind me and tripped.
Backwards.
I barely had time to catch myself from landing on my ass, performing a small somersault and landing in a crouched position.
Down a hillside.
Oh, Ra.
Why, do you ask, am I cursing?
Because I landed on the sand where a sacred, ILLEGAL ritual was being performed.
Blood coated a long sword that a thin, sour-looking man held, and I could see some sheep being held up by long metal rods in a triangle, blood dripping into the centre. His eyes turned towards my direction, and he looked at me with the blankest eyes I had ever seen.
The scrawny man made a grab for my Millennium Puzzle, the upside -down pyramid said to contain sacred power. I was wishing for this power to sometime, oh I don't know, KICK IN, as I dodged his blows.
A rumble started somewhere near my feet and I looked down to see the sand beneath me slip away, sucked out like some worm on the other end was feasting on it. I ran for solid ground, but as soon as I stepped forward, everything collapsed and my feet plunged into.....nothingness???
Clawing for something to hold on to, I caught sight of the man. He was holding the sword up high, ready to cut my arms off.
Damn you. I'm not going to be amputated today, thanks for offering.
So I let go.
And then promptly remembered my situation: holding on to the edge of a sand-cliff so I wouldn't be pulled down and taken to Ra knew where.
Oh, no.
I was falling into a deep, dark emptiness and the laughter of that man's echoed in my ears. I closed my eyes...
I was going to die.
*******
A/N: Whoo...how was that for the prologue? Bah.....he's OOC...oh, well. He's got my personality!
I know some things are kinda confusing so I'll go over those in the next chappie.
R/R!!!!!!!!!!! Please?
