Disclaimer-Yugioh does not belong to me. It is not mine.
This is the way things should be, the young man thought. When I walk around in public or into a room, every citzen should be on their knees bowing to me and singing my praises. I have more than earned my title as lord of my kingdom, even if ultimate rule still came under the leadership of the barely capable Pharoh Yama.
Of all the people that deserved to be pharoh, the late Lord Sanya's son was of the least. The young pharoh had been making his life miserable since they were children, the two of them acquainted through their parents. Lord Sanya and his father were both deeply religious men that had been feuding for many years, until Lord Sanya had told his father that the goddess Pandora had come to him in a vision.
"My dear servant, your heart will never know peace as long as it is consumed with hatred. I must ask you to not go to war with this man who is your equal and find a way to settle your differences." she had told him.
The two men, frightened by her words and afraid of what she might do if they did not obey, decided to make peace between their kingdoms by building a temple in the goddess Pandora's honor. Lord Sanya did not always agree with his father's strict way of bringing up his son, but he had felt that it was best for the headstrong child.
"I will not tolerate your insolence, young Seto. Until the day that you take the throne, you shall obey me without question. Is that understood?" he asked him.
The young man ran his hands through his short chestnut hair, his blue eyes on the verge of angry tears. "Yes Father, I understand." he told him.
He hated his father. He hated him for forcing him to pray at the temples, and to give offerings to the goddess Pandora. He did not want to be a blind follower to some entity he could not see. I was born to be a leader, he thought, to rule over the people of my kingdom with an iron fist. His father was not the pacifist that the late Lord Sanya and his son were, but he would never make a move until he consulted the goddesses first.
That alone made him to deserve to die, and he had no regrets about having done so. He had stood in his way of taking his rightful place on the throne and he had had his mages do his bidding. The blame will never come back to me, my hands are clean, he thought.
"I am Lord Seto Kaiba of Duelist Kingdom, the unmistaken lord of this dark kingdom and soon, once I destroy Pharoh Yama, then I will rule all of Duelist Kingdom..." he laughed wickedly.
Malik sighed as he and Bakura stumbled into a network of large rocks and fell down upon the sand. They were exhausted from a whole day of trekking the lands, taking in the sensation of their newfound freedom. Neither of them had realized how vast the outside world was, one being a sheltered prince, the other a worldweary slave. Malik had had few experiences outside the caverns and Bakura had mostly spent his life in service to others.
I'm sure once Bakura and I fiqure out exactly what we want to achieve away from my no longer controlling family, then all that matters now is the fact that he and I are together, he thought. They found each other easily in the darkness, barely feeling the course texture of the sand against their bare skin.
Malik smiled as he remembered what he and Bakura had done in the caverns. He had taken the golden rod as his prize, and had allowed Bakura to have his fill of the deaths of those that had condemmed them. Malik knew for sure that both he and Bakura craved power and death, and either would do anything to achieve their means. Their intimacy only intensified their connection to each other and made them more eager to accomplish their goals.
Laughing wickedly, Bakura turned away from Malik for a moment as his eyes were caught by an object almost concealed by the sand.
"What is that?" Malik asked him.
"Itlooks lika card, master. I think I have seen some of my former master's play a card game like this before. They called it Duel Monsters." Bakura said.
"Duel Monsters?" Malik asked.
"Yes. This one is called the Bistro Butcher. What a horrible looking creature! Perhaps this game can lead us to where we want to go." Bakura said.
"How is that possible?" Malik asked.
"There is a legend that speaks of the time that Pharoh Yama created seven sacred items for the goddesses, on the eve of the new millinium. As they were dedicated at each of the temples, the items were infused witht he powers of those they were given to and the dark power of the changing of time." Bakura said.
"Seven items?" Malik asked.
"Yes. They were all made of gold just like your staff..." Bakura began.
With those words, they both stared at the staff in Malik's hands.
"Do you think that this Rod is one of the items the legend speaks of?" Malik asked.
Bakura smiled wickedly. "It must be true. I have never seen anyone do what what you did to your father in the caverns. That Rod probably has powers that not even you and I know it has." Bakura said.
Malik smiled as well. "I know who would know all of it's powers and I think it is time that we paid him a little visit..." he told him.
"I know it was only a matter of time before I saw your face again, young Malik. I see you have brought your lover as well. It is a shame really that
you threw your future away to be with this slave, but it could not be helped. Your destiny was already decided." Shadi told them.
"You claim to know so much about me, yet you were not able to keep my family from being slaughtered. You claimed to be our protector, but you were the one that brought this item into our home." Malik told him.
"That is where you are wrong. I never claimed to be your family's protector, but rather a catalyst to make sure that you took the right path to your destiny. Doing as your father told you was your only route to avoiding self destruction." Shadi said.
"Self destruction? As far as I'm concerned, I made the right decision. My family was standing in the way of mine and Bakura's happiness and I refused to live a life without him." Malik said.
Shadi nodded. "Yes. I forsaw the two of you becoming as you are. Your relationship is the flip side of your destiny, the one your father sought to avoid by scaring your back the way he did." Shadi said.
"Enough of your nonsense! I came here for you to tell me what powers the Rod I own holds." Malik said.
"Oh yes, the Millinium Rod, the item of the goddess of truth. It was orginally created for the goddess to seek out the truth from her followers, but it also has to power to brainwash others and control their minds. It also has the power to make the cards of the game of Duel Monsters come to life." Shadi said.
Malik and Bakura's eyes widened. "What?" they asked.
Shadi smiled, revealing from the inside of his robes a golden item of his own.
"This item is called the Millinium Anhk. It bears the same powers as your item, but it also protects me from harm by another. I will show you what I mean, young prince." Shadi said.
Pulling out a handful of his own cards, he threw them onto the floor and began to chant. Watching as Shadi's item began to glow, both boys were thrown off their feet by the appearance of the creature that Shadi had summoned. It was a massive rock warrior that bared the same eye symbol as the top of Malik's staff.
"What is...that?" Malik asked.
"He is called the Millinium Golem. He is a very powerful creture, made from the stones that were blessed by the goddesses themselves. Like him and the card you hold, Duel Monsters is a powerful game that only a itemholder can play in this way, by making the monsters come alive from a place called the Shadow Realm." Shadi said.
"The Shadow Realm?" Bakura asked.
"Yes. It is a place of great evil, where thieves, murderers and demons meet their final judgement. It is also a place where a creature can invoke his own punishments on those they wish to harm. With the items of the goddess, you can claim a victim's soul and take their mortal life when they lose at the game." Shadi said.
This news sparked both of their interests. "So, why are you telling me all of this? I thought you were a noble soul, only interested in protecting others. Why would you steer Bakura and I in this direction?" Malik asked.
"I have never claimed to be noble. I have my own agenda as well, and goals I wish to accomplish. I merely am directing the path to your future. But do remember this...there is also another legend the beholds the sacred items. If an itemholder dies before all seven items are returned to the temples, then that person's soul will be trapped within the item for all eternity...I bid you farewell..." Shadi said.
Once Shadi disappered into the darkness, Bakura turned to smile at Malik.
"Well, it seems we found out what we wanted to know. We can achieve what we desire by tormenting the weak with this card game." Bakura said.
"Yes, and I have fiqured out how I can reign over this kingdom, by challenging one of the region's most powerful rulers. I have heard my father speak of his name before...his name is Lord Kaiba." Malik said.
Bakura grinned again. Malik knew that look that lurked in his eyes. It was the look of lust, for death and for the taste of blood...
This is the way things should be, the young man thought. When I walk around in public or into a room, every citzen should be on their knees bowing to me and singing my praises. I have more than earned my title as lord of my kingdom, even if ultimate rule still came under the leadership of the barely capable Pharoh Yama.
Of all the people that deserved to be pharoh, the late Lord Sanya's son was of the least. The young pharoh had been making his life miserable since they were children, the two of them acquainted through their parents. Lord Sanya and his father were both deeply religious men that had been feuding for many years, until Lord Sanya had told his father that the goddess Pandora had come to him in a vision.
"My dear servant, your heart will never know peace as long as it is consumed with hatred. I must ask you to not go to war with this man who is your equal and find a way to settle your differences." she had told him.
The two men, frightened by her words and afraid of what she might do if they did not obey, decided to make peace between their kingdoms by building a temple in the goddess Pandora's honor. Lord Sanya did not always agree with his father's strict way of bringing up his son, but he had felt that it was best for the headstrong child.
"I will not tolerate your insolence, young Seto. Until the day that you take the throne, you shall obey me without question. Is that understood?" he asked him.
The young man ran his hands through his short chestnut hair, his blue eyes on the verge of angry tears. "Yes Father, I understand." he told him.
He hated his father. He hated him for forcing him to pray at the temples, and to give offerings to the goddess Pandora. He did not want to be a blind follower to some entity he could not see. I was born to be a leader, he thought, to rule over the people of my kingdom with an iron fist. His father was not the pacifist that the late Lord Sanya and his son were, but he would never make a move until he consulted the goddesses first.
That alone made him to deserve to die, and he had no regrets about having done so. He had stood in his way of taking his rightful place on the throne and he had had his mages do his bidding. The blame will never come back to me, my hands are clean, he thought.
"I am Lord Seto Kaiba of Duelist Kingdom, the unmistaken lord of this dark kingdom and soon, once I destroy Pharoh Yama, then I will rule all of Duelist Kingdom..." he laughed wickedly.
Malik sighed as he and Bakura stumbled into a network of large rocks and fell down upon the sand. They were exhausted from a whole day of trekking the lands, taking in the sensation of their newfound freedom. Neither of them had realized how vast the outside world was, one being a sheltered prince, the other a worldweary slave. Malik had had few experiences outside the caverns and Bakura had mostly spent his life in service to others.
I'm sure once Bakura and I fiqure out exactly what we want to achieve away from my no longer controlling family, then all that matters now is the fact that he and I are together, he thought. They found each other easily in the darkness, barely feeling the course texture of the sand against their bare skin.
Malik smiled as he remembered what he and Bakura had done in the caverns. He had taken the golden rod as his prize, and had allowed Bakura to have his fill of the deaths of those that had condemmed them. Malik knew for sure that both he and Bakura craved power and death, and either would do anything to achieve their means. Their intimacy only intensified their connection to each other and made them more eager to accomplish their goals.
Laughing wickedly, Bakura turned away from Malik for a moment as his eyes were caught by an object almost concealed by the sand.
"What is that?" Malik asked him.
"Itlooks lika card, master. I think I have seen some of my former master's play a card game like this before. They called it Duel Monsters." Bakura said.
"Duel Monsters?" Malik asked.
"Yes. This one is called the Bistro Butcher. What a horrible looking creature! Perhaps this game can lead us to where we want to go." Bakura said.
"How is that possible?" Malik asked.
"There is a legend that speaks of the time that Pharoh Yama created seven sacred items for the goddesses, on the eve of the new millinium. As they were dedicated at each of the temples, the items were infused witht he powers of those they were given to and the dark power of the changing of time." Bakura said.
"Seven items?" Malik asked.
"Yes. They were all made of gold just like your staff..." Bakura began.
With those words, they both stared at the staff in Malik's hands.
"Do you think that this Rod is one of the items the legend speaks of?" Malik asked.
Bakura smiled wickedly. "It must be true. I have never seen anyone do what what you did to your father in the caverns. That Rod probably has powers that not even you and I know it has." Bakura said.
Malik smiled as well. "I know who would know all of it's powers and I think it is time that we paid him a little visit..." he told him.
"I know it was only a matter of time before I saw your face again, young Malik. I see you have brought your lover as well. It is a shame really that
you threw your future away to be with this slave, but it could not be helped. Your destiny was already decided." Shadi told them.
"You claim to know so much about me, yet you were not able to keep my family from being slaughtered. You claimed to be our protector, but you were the one that brought this item into our home." Malik told him.
"That is where you are wrong. I never claimed to be your family's protector, but rather a catalyst to make sure that you took the right path to your destiny. Doing as your father told you was your only route to avoiding self destruction." Shadi said.
"Self destruction? As far as I'm concerned, I made the right decision. My family was standing in the way of mine and Bakura's happiness and I refused to live a life without him." Malik said.
Shadi nodded. "Yes. I forsaw the two of you becoming as you are. Your relationship is the flip side of your destiny, the one your father sought to avoid by scaring your back the way he did." Shadi said.
"Enough of your nonsense! I came here for you to tell me what powers the Rod I own holds." Malik said.
"Oh yes, the Millinium Rod, the item of the goddess of truth. It was orginally created for the goddess to seek out the truth from her followers, but it also has to power to brainwash others and control their minds. It also has the power to make the cards of the game of Duel Monsters come to life." Shadi said.
Malik and Bakura's eyes widened. "What?" they asked.
Shadi smiled, revealing from the inside of his robes a golden item of his own.
"This item is called the Millinium Anhk. It bears the same powers as your item, but it also protects me from harm by another. I will show you what I mean, young prince." Shadi said.
Pulling out a handful of his own cards, he threw them onto the floor and began to chant. Watching as Shadi's item began to glow, both boys were thrown off their feet by the appearance of the creature that Shadi had summoned. It was a massive rock warrior that bared the same eye symbol as the top of Malik's staff.
"What is...that?" Malik asked.
"He is called the Millinium Golem. He is a very powerful creture, made from the stones that were blessed by the goddesses themselves. Like him and the card you hold, Duel Monsters is a powerful game that only a itemholder can play in this way, by making the monsters come alive from a place called the Shadow Realm." Shadi said.
"The Shadow Realm?" Bakura asked.
"Yes. It is a place of great evil, where thieves, murderers and demons meet their final judgement. It is also a place where a creature can invoke his own punishments on those they wish to harm. With the items of the goddess, you can claim a victim's soul and take their mortal life when they lose at the game." Shadi said.
This news sparked both of their interests. "So, why are you telling me all of this? I thought you were a noble soul, only interested in protecting others. Why would you steer Bakura and I in this direction?" Malik asked.
"I have never claimed to be noble. I have my own agenda as well, and goals I wish to accomplish. I merely am directing the path to your future. But do remember this...there is also another legend the beholds the sacred items. If an itemholder dies before all seven items are returned to the temples, then that person's soul will be trapped within the item for all eternity...I bid you farewell..." Shadi said.
Once Shadi disappered into the darkness, Bakura turned to smile at Malik.
"Well, it seems we found out what we wanted to know. We can achieve what we desire by tormenting the weak with this card game." Bakura said.
"Yes, and I have fiqured out how I can reign over this kingdom, by challenging one of the region's most powerful rulers. I have heard my father speak of his name before...his name is Lord Kaiba." Malik said.
Bakura grinned again. Malik knew that look that lurked in his eyes. It was the look of lust, for death and for the taste of blood...
