Bring Me To Life
K.A. Maples
Sequal to Going Under
I don't own YGO, I don't own the lyrics, I don't own the characters, I don't own ANYTHING. Takes place after the episode where Malik takes over Anzu's body after Yami Malik beats Bakura. Rated R, but I'm working on an NC-17 version. Behold the limey goodness!
Isis stood before the door, one hand raised to knock. Her heart was racing, and her stomach was twisted into knots. The other stirred sluggishly from the torpor she had fallen into. This was their one chance... The Pharaoh would need the support of the man behind the door, no matter how much both would like to see the other dropped down a deep dark hole.
This was Isis' only chance to be free.
She knocked three times, firmly, and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
She raised her hand to knock again, and the door opened so that Isis found herself gazing into a pair of intense eyes, hard and sharp and beautiful as saphires.
iHow can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back homei
"Isis." he said cooly. Everything about Seto Kaiba was cool, almost like he was a man made out of ice. Or perhaps diamonds. His words had a talent for cutting her to the core.
"May I come in?" Isis asked. Inside, she shook. If he denied her... at this critical juncture...
Seto moved to one side, allowing her to step into the room. The entier place looked... unused. Spartan. If his coat wasn't draped over the back of the room's one chair, one would hardly have known that anyone slept there at all.
Not that Seto looked at though he had slept. The dark circles under his eyes made it clear that he hadn't gotten more than a few hours of real sleep in the last few days. Isis had no doubt that he was too intensely concentrating on the duels to sleep.
It was a bit unnerving to have all that intensity suddenly focused on her.
iWake me up
Wake me up inside
I can't wake up
Wake me up inside
Save me
Call my name and save me from the dark
Wake me up
Bid my blood to run
I can't wake up
Before I come undone
Save me
Save me from the nothing I've becomei
"What do you want?" he asked, looking down at her. It wasn't often that Isis had to deal with anyone much taller than herself... she was rather on the tall side for a woman, but Seto towered over everyone. He cut an imposing figure. There was something about it that frightened Isis.
iSeth.../i the other whispered. And in many ways, it was the thing that had taken over Malik's body. This was the Priest reborn. Not twisted like that thing... but the darkness was there. The potential to walk that path.
Isis could only hope that it wasn't too late. He was her last hope, her only hope, to save herself, her brother... and the world.
iNow that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life/i
"I need to speak with you. About Malik... and about the Pharoah."
Seto snorted and turned away, turning off the computer at his desk. "I will defeat them both."
iThe more things change.../i the other whispered. Isis felt anger rising within her. This man... no, this bboy/b was a fool if he thought he could defeat the thing. An utter fool. "You'll die if you face him, just like the others. And then he will get Oblisk, and the world will be doomed. If you would blisten/b to me, we might all be able to get through this."
Seto whirled around to face Isis, his lips almost curling up into a sneer. Then his face settled on its usual half smirk... but not before the curiosity flashed across it. "I'm listening." he said, sitting down. He crossed his long legs and put his hands on his knees, watching her intentingly.
Isis paused, then said, "The Pharoah. He is the one who must defeat that thing that is using my brother.... and he will need your support."
There was utter silence for a long moment. Then Seto laughed, rising to his feet and bowing with a mocking smile. "A brilliant joke, my lady."
Isis' anger rose again. How dare this boy laugh at her? Didn't he realize how very serious this all was? One woman was already trapped within her own mind, poor Malik was forced to use the body of young Anzu, and Bakura was just... gone. And this fool was too blind to see that everyone's salvation lay in the hands of the Pharaoh? She lashed out the only way she would, all the frustration that had been building in her for years taking form.
The slap echoed in the room, Seto's head turning sharply. His cheek slowly faded from pale white to red.
He raised his hand to rub his cheek for just a moment, his gaze seeming to burn a hole right through her. She was very surprised that his look was not of anger... but of introspection. "You're very serious about this, aren't you..." he said, though it sounded more like he was talking to himself. He took a step towards Isis and grabbed her hand, turning it palm up. He touched the scar there with a long finger. "I imagine you have more like this." he said. He traced to back to her wrist. "Self inflicted. I'm surprised. Did you stand over him while he slept? Thought about putting a dagger through his heart..."
Isis stared at him in utter shock. Had she not known better, she would have thought he was using a Millenium Item to see into her memories. "How...?"
"I know the signs. I remember what it's like." The words seemed to push their way past his lips inspite of himself. He put a hand beneath her chin to turn her face upwards towards him and nodded slowly. "I will do as you ask... but if Yuugi cannont beat Malik, I will destroy them both." His thumb rubbed across her cheek. "You're crying."
Isis tried to pull back, and failed miserably. Seto had a great deal of strength in his wirey body, and he already had a pretty good grip on her. He was close. Too close. And he was getting closer. "I have to go." Isis said. "He'll come looking for me."
"And he'll hurt you again."
"He'll kill me if I try to hide."
"I think," Seto smirked, "that I can protect you." Much to Isis' infinate surprise, he nuzzled her neck. She let out a gasp and pulled away, and she could see his reluctance as he released his grip on her arm. He looked just a little hurt as she headed towards the door. "Isis... please stay.... you know he'll kill you if he finds you. I... don't want to see you get hurt."
iFrozen inside without your touch
Without your love darling
Only you are the life among the dead/i
Isis stopped, her hand on the door, as Seto's words reached her and struck her to the core. She knew with every fiber of her being that this was right. This was where she belonged. And that the thing would indeed kill her if he found her tonight. She took a step back from the door. "You can't protect me from him."
Seto strode across the room, then tentitivly pulled her hair over her shoulder and stroked her neck with the back of his hand. When she didn't pull away, he slipped his arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "He'll have to get through me... I've always wanted to play the white knight... save the damsel in distress." The hand on her waist crept lower as he gently pulled her towards the bed. "Just let me know if you want to stop."
"Never..." she whispered back.
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
bring me to life
K.A. Maples
Sequal to Going Under
I don't own YGO, I don't own the lyrics, I don't own the characters, I don't own ANYTHING. Takes place after the episode where Malik takes over Anzu's body after Yami Malik beats Bakura. Rated R, but I'm working on an NC-17 version. Behold the limey goodness!
Isis stood before the door, one hand raised to knock. Her heart was racing, and her stomach was twisted into knots. The other stirred sluggishly from the torpor she had fallen into. This was their one chance... The Pharaoh would need the support of the man behind the door, no matter how much both would like to see the other dropped down a deep dark hole.
This was Isis' only chance to be free.
She knocked three times, firmly, and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
She raised her hand to knock again, and the door opened so that Isis found herself gazing into a pair of intense eyes, hard and sharp and beautiful as saphires.
iHow can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back homei
"Isis." he said cooly. Everything about Seto Kaiba was cool, almost like he was a man made out of ice. Or perhaps diamonds. His words had a talent for cutting her to the core.
"May I come in?" Isis asked. Inside, she shook. If he denied her... at this critical juncture...
Seto moved to one side, allowing her to step into the room. The entier place looked... unused. Spartan. If his coat wasn't draped over the back of the room's one chair, one would hardly have known that anyone slept there at all.
Not that Seto looked at though he had slept. The dark circles under his eyes made it clear that he hadn't gotten more than a few hours of real sleep in the last few days. Isis had no doubt that he was too intensely concentrating on the duels to sleep.
It was a bit unnerving to have all that intensity suddenly focused on her.
iWake me up
Wake me up inside
I can't wake up
Wake me up inside
Save me
Call my name and save me from the dark
Wake me up
Bid my blood to run
I can't wake up
Before I come undone
Save me
Save me from the nothing I've becomei
"What do you want?" he asked, looking down at her. It wasn't often that Isis had to deal with anyone much taller than herself... she was rather on the tall side for a woman, but Seto towered over everyone. He cut an imposing figure. There was something about it that frightened Isis.
iSeth.../i the other whispered. And in many ways, it was the thing that had taken over Malik's body. This was the Priest reborn. Not twisted like that thing... but the darkness was there. The potential to walk that path.
Isis could only hope that it wasn't too late. He was her last hope, her only hope, to save herself, her brother... and the world.
iNow that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life/i
"I need to speak with you. About Malik... and about the Pharoah."
Seto snorted and turned away, turning off the computer at his desk. "I will defeat them both."
iThe more things change.../i the other whispered. Isis felt anger rising within her. This man... no, this bboy/b was a fool if he thought he could defeat the thing. An utter fool. "You'll die if you face him, just like the others. And then he will get Oblisk, and the world will be doomed. If you would blisten/b to me, we might all be able to get through this."
Seto whirled around to face Isis, his lips almost curling up into a sneer. Then his face settled on its usual half smirk... but not before the curiosity flashed across it. "I'm listening." he said, sitting down. He crossed his long legs and put his hands on his knees, watching her intentingly.
Isis paused, then said, "The Pharoah. He is the one who must defeat that thing that is using my brother.... and he will need your support."
There was utter silence for a long moment. Then Seto laughed, rising to his feet and bowing with a mocking smile. "A brilliant joke, my lady."
Isis' anger rose again. How dare this boy laugh at her? Didn't he realize how very serious this all was? One woman was already trapped within her own mind, poor Malik was forced to use the body of young Anzu, and Bakura was just... gone. And this fool was too blind to see that everyone's salvation lay in the hands of the Pharaoh? She lashed out the only way she would, all the frustration that had been building in her for years taking form.
The slap echoed in the room, Seto's head turning sharply. His cheek slowly faded from pale white to red.
He raised his hand to rub his cheek for just a moment, his gaze seeming to burn a hole right through her. She was very surprised that his look was not of anger... but of introspection. "You're very serious about this, aren't you..." he said, though it sounded more like he was talking to himself. He took a step towards Isis and grabbed her hand, turning it palm up. He touched the scar there with a long finger. "I imagine you have more like this." he said. He traced to back to her wrist. "Self inflicted. I'm surprised. Did you stand over him while he slept? Thought about putting a dagger through his heart..."
Isis stared at him in utter shock. Had she not known better, she would have thought he was using a Millenium Item to see into her memories. "How...?"
"I know the signs. I remember what it's like." The words seemed to push their way past his lips inspite of himself. He put a hand beneath her chin to turn her face upwards towards him and nodded slowly. "I will do as you ask... but if Yuugi cannont beat Malik, I will destroy them both." His thumb rubbed across her cheek. "You're crying."
Isis tried to pull back, and failed miserably. Seto had a great deal of strength in his wirey body, and he already had a pretty good grip on her. He was close. Too close. And he was getting closer. "I have to go." Isis said. "He'll come looking for me."
"And he'll hurt you again."
"He'll kill me if I try to hide."
"I think," Seto smirked, "that I can protect you." Much to Isis' infinate surprise, he nuzzled her neck. She let out a gasp and pulled away, and she could see his reluctance as he released his grip on her arm. He looked just a little hurt as she headed towards the door. "Isis... please stay.... you know he'll kill you if he finds you. I... don't want to see you get hurt."
iFrozen inside without your touch
Without your love darling
Only you are the life among the dead/i
Isis stopped, her hand on the door, as Seto's words reached her and struck her to the core. She knew with every fiber of her being that this was right. This was where she belonged. And that the thing would indeed kill her if he found her tonight. She took a step back from the door. "You can't protect me from him."
Seto strode across the room, then tentitivly pulled her hair over her shoulder and stroked her neck with the back of his hand. When she didn't pull away, he slipped his arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "He'll have to get through me... I've always wanted to play the white knight... save the damsel in distress." The hand on her waist crept lower as he gently pulled her towards the bed. "Just let me know if you want to stop."
"Never..." she whispered back.
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
bring me to life