I'm really really really really sorry people, but this has to be a yaoi. I
tried writing the chapter without it but it came out so forced and wrong
that I couldn't take it. But even though it is I hope you keep reading, at
least for a while, because it's just hinted at for the next few chapters,
not explicit. Anyway, thanks all reviewers!!
Oh, but for future reference, I love all reviews, but I generally prefer them if they say something ^_^. It just makes them more enjoyable to read over. But thanks for the thought S
Disclaimer: I own Kaiba! I really do.
No, don't look at me like that. . . it's not just a giant picture of him, it's real . . . it is.
Power Corrupts
Remember What's Lost
I knock briskly on Marik's door before I get the chance to change my mind. I need to know the secrets of my past, and I can't be intimidated by dumb creep with a magic rod. This is my only chance, to discover the truth behind the nightmares that have plagued me for what feels like months. After this I might be able to get a decent night's sleep again.
After an endlessly long moment I hear footsteps from within the room, and the door swishes open, revealing a smirking Marik.
"That was fast." He comments, but seems unsurprised by my arrival. He steps aside to allow me entry, and after a breaths pause I move in.
The door closes behind me, and I feel suddenly trapped.
"Would you like a seat Seth?" The blonde haired finalist asked me, but I don't really wish to move further into the room. Maybe I don't really want to know what happened back then. Maybe I can live without seeing my past life and death. After all, what's done is done, and like Mokuba said, I've never believed in fate. I don't want to be here, don't want to hear what Marik has to say, see what he has to show me.
Marik senses my hesitation, and laughs softly.
"Don't back out now Seth. I was so impressed by your resolve. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you have weakened since your past life."
That hit a sore spot. No one called me weak.
Striding across the room I sat in one of Marik's leather chairs (only the best for my finalists) and cross my legs as though conducting a business deal, for that's after all what this is. Business.
"I came here didn't I Marik? Now tell me what your deal is, and I'll decide if I wish to continue this interaction or not."
Marik took a seat opposite me, smirking and laying his Millennium Rod across his lap, leaving me acutely aware of just how easily he could send my mind to that lifeless world of shadow if he wished.
"Much better." He commented infuriatingly, as though speaking to a child. "Well Seth, here's what I propose. I show you all of your memories, and lend you my Winged Dragon with which to beat Yugi Moto in the final round."
My eyes narrow with suspicion.
"And . . ."
Marik meets my eyes so that I know he's being completely serious.
"After you beat Yugi I want my Dragon returned."
"Of course."
"And the rest is up to you."
I blink.
"What?"
"If you choose to give me any more reward afterward for services rendered then that will be completely your call. I may request other compensation for future jobs rendered to you, if, as I'm sure there will be, there are any at all. Yet for this all I wish is you to triumph over the Pharaoh and return what's mine to me."
I shook my head slightly.
"You must want something in return. No one ever gives something for nothing."
"Oh, but that's the beauty of it. I will be getting something. More than you might expect from the defeat of Yugi Moto."
I wasn't expecting this. How could I take this deal when I didn't know exactly what he wanted in return? He said that he was being clear when he was really just giving me more riddles.
"Do you want to win? Do you want to be free of these nightmares forever? Everyone's on higher ground than you Seth, and you know what that can do to business. You are the only one knowing virtually nothing about your past, which makes you much weaker strategically here."
I gritted my teeth. This wasn't a good idea, and I knew it, but if I really wanted to know the answers surrounding the mysteries of my past I had to take it.
*~*~*~*~*
Yami left the dining hall and glanced down Kaiba's hallway briefly before moving down his own.
/Maybe we should go talk to Kaiba./ Yugi's voice ventured from within his soul room. /I mean, we can't let him make a deal with Marik./
Yami shook his head slightly.
//He will listen to nothing I say if he remembers as much as he says he does. Whatever I say would likely push him to side with Marik faster.//
/Why Yami? What exactly happened between you two back then?/
They reached their room and Yami sighed.
//I don't remember it all Yugi.//
/But this could be important Yami. You have to tell me what you know./
Yami sat down on his chair and nodded wearily.
//All right aibou, I'll tell you all I know.//
Gazing out of the blimp's window he began aloud.
"He was brought to our kingdom when we were both six, a slave from a conquered country to the north. . ."
*~*~*~*~*
After a moment's hesitation I nodded slightly. The agreement was made.
"Show me what you can."
Marik smirked, and held up his rod.
Suddenly, with a flash of light Marik and his room were gone, and he was being dragged roughly into a towering city by a rope secured around his wrists.
What was going on?
The glaring sun was burning on his neck, and he looked around to see several more pale skinned men and women being brought in as well. This must be the first memory he has to show me. I try to take in the city and realize with shock that I must be a slave in this new city.
I move along with the rest of them, trying to get my bearings. What's going on?
Ahead of me is a family of people with hair that was a mixture of black, red, and yellow. These people must be related to Yami, the royal family of Egypt. And I'm their slave. Not the past I was expecting. The youngest boy catches my eye, and he smile weakly, looking slightly disgusted at this procession of new slaves. He couldn't have been more than six years old, and so, I realize, am I.
This is incredibly disconcerting . . . but I need to see the rest.
*~*~*~*~*
Ok, that's all people, review.
Oh, but for future reference, I love all reviews, but I generally prefer them if they say something ^_^. It just makes them more enjoyable to read over. But thanks for the thought S
Disclaimer: I own Kaiba! I really do.
No, don't look at me like that. . . it's not just a giant picture of him, it's real . . . it is.
Power Corrupts
Remember What's Lost
I knock briskly on Marik's door before I get the chance to change my mind. I need to know the secrets of my past, and I can't be intimidated by dumb creep with a magic rod. This is my only chance, to discover the truth behind the nightmares that have plagued me for what feels like months. After this I might be able to get a decent night's sleep again.
After an endlessly long moment I hear footsteps from within the room, and the door swishes open, revealing a smirking Marik.
"That was fast." He comments, but seems unsurprised by my arrival. He steps aside to allow me entry, and after a breaths pause I move in.
The door closes behind me, and I feel suddenly trapped.
"Would you like a seat Seth?" The blonde haired finalist asked me, but I don't really wish to move further into the room. Maybe I don't really want to know what happened back then. Maybe I can live without seeing my past life and death. After all, what's done is done, and like Mokuba said, I've never believed in fate. I don't want to be here, don't want to hear what Marik has to say, see what he has to show me.
Marik senses my hesitation, and laughs softly.
"Don't back out now Seth. I was so impressed by your resolve. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you have weakened since your past life."
That hit a sore spot. No one called me weak.
Striding across the room I sat in one of Marik's leather chairs (only the best for my finalists) and cross my legs as though conducting a business deal, for that's after all what this is. Business.
"I came here didn't I Marik? Now tell me what your deal is, and I'll decide if I wish to continue this interaction or not."
Marik took a seat opposite me, smirking and laying his Millennium Rod across his lap, leaving me acutely aware of just how easily he could send my mind to that lifeless world of shadow if he wished.
"Much better." He commented infuriatingly, as though speaking to a child. "Well Seth, here's what I propose. I show you all of your memories, and lend you my Winged Dragon with which to beat Yugi Moto in the final round."
My eyes narrow with suspicion.
"And . . ."
Marik meets my eyes so that I know he's being completely serious.
"After you beat Yugi I want my Dragon returned."
"Of course."
"And the rest is up to you."
I blink.
"What?"
"If you choose to give me any more reward afterward for services rendered then that will be completely your call. I may request other compensation for future jobs rendered to you, if, as I'm sure there will be, there are any at all. Yet for this all I wish is you to triumph over the Pharaoh and return what's mine to me."
I shook my head slightly.
"You must want something in return. No one ever gives something for nothing."
"Oh, but that's the beauty of it. I will be getting something. More than you might expect from the defeat of Yugi Moto."
I wasn't expecting this. How could I take this deal when I didn't know exactly what he wanted in return? He said that he was being clear when he was really just giving me more riddles.
"Do you want to win? Do you want to be free of these nightmares forever? Everyone's on higher ground than you Seth, and you know what that can do to business. You are the only one knowing virtually nothing about your past, which makes you much weaker strategically here."
I gritted my teeth. This wasn't a good idea, and I knew it, but if I really wanted to know the answers surrounding the mysteries of my past I had to take it.
*~*~*~*~*
Yami left the dining hall and glanced down Kaiba's hallway briefly before moving down his own.
/Maybe we should go talk to Kaiba./ Yugi's voice ventured from within his soul room. /I mean, we can't let him make a deal with Marik./
Yami shook his head slightly.
//He will listen to nothing I say if he remembers as much as he says he does. Whatever I say would likely push him to side with Marik faster.//
/Why Yami? What exactly happened between you two back then?/
They reached their room and Yami sighed.
//I don't remember it all Yugi.//
/But this could be important Yami. You have to tell me what you know./
Yami sat down on his chair and nodded wearily.
//All right aibou, I'll tell you all I know.//
Gazing out of the blimp's window he began aloud.
"He was brought to our kingdom when we were both six, a slave from a conquered country to the north. . ."
*~*~*~*~*
After a moment's hesitation I nodded slightly. The agreement was made.
"Show me what you can."
Marik smirked, and held up his rod.
Suddenly, with a flash of light Marik and his room were gone, and he was being dragged roughly into a towering city by a rope secured around his wrists.
What was going on?
The glaring sun was burning on his neck, and he looked around to see several more pale skinned men and women being brought in as well. This must be the first memory he has to show me. I try to take in the city and realize with shock that I must be a slave in this new city.
I move along with the rest of them, trying to get my bearings. What's going on?
Ahead of me is a family of people with hair that was a mixture of black, red, and yellow. These people must be related to Yami, the royal family of Egypt. And I'm their slave. Not the past I was expecting. The youngest boy catches my eye, and he smile weakly, looking slightly disgusted at this procession of new slaves. He couldn't have been more than six years old, and so, I realize, am I.
This is incredibly disconcerting . . . but I need to see the rest.
*~*~*~*~*
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