Shadows of Demons
"Yami..." Silver tears spilled out of Yugi's eyes, as he desperately tried to get his darker half to awaken. He pulled the knife out, threw it to the
side, tears mixing with Yami's blood. Even mentally, as he tried to resurrect the Pharaoh, he found nothing, he was connected to nothing. He
cried out in frustration and sorrow.
Tears filled even Bakura's eyes as he watched the boy weep over Yami's
body. But nothing can bring back the dead.
~
You'd be surprised.
Yami awoke to the voice which plagued his dreams. "Not you again..." he muttered, pushing himself up from the floor. Assuming he was asleep again, he stood, and folded his arms. "Just get on with it." he said irritably.
Whatever you say.
The voice sounded sarcastic this time, mocking Yami.
Your pitiful Aibou is crying for you. He thinks you're dead. Not that you
are, of course, just here.
"And where would here be?" Yami asked.
Limbo. Between Life and Death. Look to your left; what awaits you if you
return to life. To the right, death.
The voice told Yami.
Yami turned to his right first. It was the scene from his old religion; his heart was being weighed against the Feather. His eyes widened in fear, as the scales tipped, showing his heart was heavy with evil doings. He turned
away before he watched himself devoured by Amemnet.
Don't like that, do you?
The voice joked.
Turn to your left.
Yami hurriedly looked left, instantly deciding the cheating death was once
again his best option.
A shadowy, winged figure stood there, smirking at him. The wings were black, and like a bat's, fading out to red. The figure wore black, but only
one person had a smirk like that, Yami himself. The red eyes and spiked
hair slowly came into focus.
"Demon..." he murmured.
Yes!
The voice said.
It's Life, Death, or being a disembodied voice in Limbo. Your choice.
Yami only took a second to make his descision. A cursed life with one he loved was better than no life, or being a pathetic voice trying to scare people. He turned, and sprinted towards life, a flash blinding him before
he emerged into the lounge.
~
It was dark - night-time. He was a little creeped by the fact that his
blood still stained the floor, though his body was gone.
He felt a sudden pain in his upper left arm. Turning his head to look at
it, he saw three black symbols burnt into his skin. First, the Egyptian Ankh, symbol of life. Then, his name in Egyptian. Finally, the word 'Demon'
in Japanese.
Growling deep in his throat, he looked out of the window. The sky was
clear, stars were shining, but no moon. "It must be new moon..." he decided. As soon as he thought this, a rush of pain flew up his spine like electricity. He stopped himself crying out, but leant forward, resting his
hands on the windowsill. The pain split into two burning lines at his shoulders. Slowly, he felt the skin split open, and something emerge from
the two tears. This time, he did yell.
Two black and red wings, like a bat's, came from the rips in his skin,
glistening slightly with Yami's blood. He heard footsteps above him;
someone had woken up.
~
Bakura walked quietly across the landing, thankful that Yugi and Ryou were
very sound sleepers. Silently, he walked down the stairs, and peered through the door into the lounge. Silouetted against the dim light on the
window, he could see a figure, resting on the sill. Much of him was in
shadows.
The Millennium Ring glowed with energy, lighting the room. Bakura gasped,
as Yami turned, eyes glowing a eerie blood red, and the mark of the Millennium Items glowing evilly in red on his forehead. His lips spread,
revealing pointed fangs, as Yami walked towards Bakura.
"You are the Tomb Robber, Bakura, ne?" Yami said in a dark voice, as he
stopped in front of Bakura, looking up into the ancient spirit's scared
face. "O...of course, Yami, don't you remember?" Bakura said, his voice
shaking. Yami's eyes narrowed.
"You will not reveal this secret?" he said, smirking at Bakura. "If you do, I shall have to kill you. And that might even kill Ryou..." he threatened.
Bakura shook his head. "Who are you? You're not Yami." he said bravely. Yami flicked golden bangs out of his blood-tainted eyes. "I am Yami. Just a dark little part of him that's been locked away since he was a child. If you must call me something, call me YoukaiYami." he said. "So Yami's still in there?" Bakura said, his eyes widening. "Of course, idiot." Youkai said.
"But I'm me until daylight."
Bakura walked away from the demon, and closed the curtains. "What are you doing?" Youkai demanded. "Shedding light on the situation." Bakura said,
flipping the lightswitch. "Iie..." Youkai said. His wings began to disappear into black smoke. "Guess electric light works just as well..." Bakura said. The burning red eye faded from Yami's forehead, with the blood
in his eyes. He began to fall forward, before Bakura caught him.
"Bakura..." Yami muttered. "Where is Yugi..." "Shh..." Bakura said. "He's safe. Just lay down." Yami lay down on the couch. Bakura turned to go, but Yami grabbed his shirt. He had tears in his eyes. "Don't let me hurt you... if I do, just kill me again... it hurts so bad..." he said, shaking. Bakura looked down at him. "I can get rid of Youkai when he comes. It isn't you. Maybe there is a way to shake this curse." he said gently. Yami closed his
eyes, trying to stop the tears. His grip tightened on Bakura's shirt.
"Yami..." Silver tears spilled out of Yugi's eyes, as he desperately tried to get his darker half to awaken. He pulled the knife out, threw it to the
side, tears mixing with Yami's blood. Even mentally, as he tried to resurrect the Pharaoh, he found nothing, he was connected to nothing. He
cried out in frustration and sorrow.
Tears filled even Bakura's eyes as he watched the boy weep over Yami's
body. But nothing can bring back the dead.
~
You'd be surprised.
Yami awoke to the voice which plagued his dreams. "Not you again..." he muttered, pushing himself up from the floor. Assuming he was asleep again, he stood, and folded his arms. "Just get on with it." he said irritably.
Whatever you say.
The voice sounded sarcastic this time, mocking Yami.
Your pitiful Aibou is crying for you. He thinks you're dead. Not that you
are, of course, just here.
"And where would here be?" Yami asked.
Limbo. Between Life and Death. Look to your left; what awaits you if you
return to life. To the right, death.
The voice told Yami.
Yami turned to his right first. It was the scene from his old religion; his heart was being weighed against the Feather. His eyes widened in fear, as the scales tipped, showing his heart was heavy with evil doings. He turned
away before he watched himself devoured by Amemnet.
Don't like that, do you?
The voice joked.
Turn to your left.
Yami hurriedly looked left, instantly deciding the cheating death was once
again his best option.
A shadowy, winged figure stood there, smirking at him. The wings were black, and like a bat's, fading out to red. The figure wore black, but only
one person had a smirk like that, Yami himself. The red eyes and spiked
hair slowly came into focus.
"Demon..." he murmured.
Yes!
The voice said.
It's Life, Death, or being a disembodied voice in Limbo. Your choice.
Yami only took a second to make his descision. A cursed life with one he loved was better than no life, or being a pathetic voice trying to scare people. He turned, and sprinted towards life, a flash blinding him before
he emerged into the lounge.
~
It was dark - night-time. He was a little creeped by the fact that his
blood still stained the floor, though his body was gone.
He felt a sudden pain in his upper left arm. Turning his head to look at
it, he saw three black symbols burnt into his skin. First, the Egyptian Ankh, symbol of life. Then, his name in Egyptian. Finally, the word 'Demon'
in Japanese.
Growling deep in his throat, he looked out of the window. The sky was
clear, stars were shining, but no moon. "It must be new moon..." he decided. As soon as he thought this, a rush of pain flew up his spine like electricity. He stopped himself crying out, but leant forward, resting his
hands on the windowsill. The pain split into two burning lines at his shoulders. Slowly, he felt the skin split open, and something emerge from
the two tears. This time, he did yell.
Two black and red wings, like a bat's, came from the rips in his skin,
glistening slightly with Yami's blood. He heard footsteps above him;
someone had woken up.
~
Bakura walked quietly across the landing, thankful that Yugi and Ryou were
very sound sleepers. Silently, he walked down the stairs, and peered through the door into the lounge. Silouetted against the dim light on the
window, he could see a figure, resting on the sill. Much of him was in
shadows.
The Millennium Ring glowed with energy, lighting the room. Bakura gasped,
as Yami turned, eyes glowing a eerie blood red, and the mark of the Millennium Items glowing evilly in red on his forehead. His lips spread,
revealing pointed fangs, as Yami walked towards Bakura.
"You are the Tomb Robber, Bakura, ne?" Yami said in a dark voice, as he
stopped in front of Bakura, looking up into the ancient spirit's scared
face. "O...of course, Yami, don't you remember?" Bakura said, his voice
shaking. Yami's eyes narrowed.
"You will not reveal this secret?" he said, smirking at Bakura. "If you do, I shall have to kill you. And that might even kill Ryou..." he threatened.
Bakura shook his head. "Who are you? You're not Yami." he said bravely. Yami flicked golden bangs out of his blood-tainted eyes. "I am Yami. Just a dark little part of him that's been locked away since he was a child. If you must call me something, call me YoukaiYami." he said. "So Yami's still in there?" Bakura said, his eyes widening. "Of course, idiot." Youkai said.
"But I'm me until daylight."
Bakura walked away from the demon, and closed the curtains. "What are you doing?" Youkai demanded. "Shedding light on the situation." Bakura said,
flipping the lightswitch. "Iie..." Youkai said. His wings began to disappear into black smoke. "Guess electric light works just as well..." Bakura said. The burning red eye faded from Yami's forehead, with the blood
in his eyes. He began to fall forward, before Bakura caught him.
"Bakura..." Yami muttered. "Where is Yugi..." "Shh..." Bakura said. "He's safe. Just lay down." Yami lay down on the couch. Bakura turned to go, but Yami grabbed his shirt. He had tears in his eyes. "Don't let me hurt you... if I do, just kill me again... it hurts so bad..." he said, shaking. Bakura looked down at him. "I can get rid of Youkai when he comes. It isn't you. Maybe there is a way to shake this curse." he said gently. Yami closed his
eyes, trying to stop the tears. His grip tightened on Bakura's shirt.
