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The Demon in the Sword

By: Tariki Rania

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I don't own YuGiOh. Leave me alone.

I own just the plot. This is based on a true story.

Summary: Yami was the prince of a kingdom who'd forced him to leave and live as a traveler in the woods. His life gets changed when he meets someone there. Y/YY & character death

"blah"= speech, (A/N: blah)= authors note, ~~blah~~= thoughts

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Yami frowned at the birds that were chirping eagerly. They were obviously trying to get him to talk to them.

"I won't talk to you." Yami said flatly, oblivious that he was. "When your feathers grow you'll leave me too, just like Jii-san. . ." Suddenly his crimson eyes widened; he had to go get something very special.

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"Sogoroku, Ruler of the Mutou Empire and Kingdom has converted to Zoroastrianism and will be going on his walk to purity today after giving away his material possessions." An official looking man announced as Sogoroku removed his jewelry and gave it to the beggars. Suddenly a bunch of children came running to Sogoroku. These where his hundred grandchildren. (I don't give how many affairs he had. O_OU)

"Jii-san!! Yami has your sword, he says it's his!" Said his son's most favored child, Bakura. Sogoroku frowned.

"Is this true?" He asked; his grandson Malik nodded his head vigorously. Sogoroku sighed and went to go confront Yami, the eight-year- old boy was sitting atop a rock and holding the sword tightly.

"NO! If you go I keep your sword!" Yami shouted his eyes filling with tears. Sogoroku placed an arm around Yami's shoulder.

"Yami. This is not just a sword; it is a demon. When drawn it hungers blood," Sogoroku said as he unsheathed the blade. It was a cloudy, thick silver sword with intricate patterns on it. "It sees no friend or foe. It sees only blood." He said as he sheathed it. " Before it can do anymore trouble, let us dispose of it." He said as he walked over to the quickly moving river that was beside the rocks and tossed it in, hoping for it to never fall into innocent hands.

Yami twitched as he watched the famous sword fall into the cold water, that sword had been through many tough battles and wars. It was a clearly dangerous item, which was why Bakura wanted it. Yami wanted it because his father said it was the road to becoming an emperor, but more importantly he didn't want his older half brother, Bakura to get his hands on it.

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Sogoroku slowly pulled the hood of his white garments on. He turned around to take his last glance at the family whom he cared about. Only one of them caught his eye though, it was his tri-colored grandson, Yami. The small boy had one lone crystal tear trickle down his cheek, like a small stream that had been separated from his river. Yami cried silently with his mother as they watched Sogoroku, the founder of the Mutou Empire disappear into the crowd of white figures, never to return to Mutou Kingdom [1] as an emperor.

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Yami waded in the rapids of the river; he was searching for something important. The baby birds watched his antics with interest and chirped with laughter as a surge of water hit Yami in his attempt to find the sword. Yami glared up at the tree as he blew one of his golden bangs out of his eyes so it would be a proper death glare, not some feeble attempt at one. He had it going pretty well, until another wave of water smacked him on the head. The birds roared with laughter.

"Shut up!" Yami shouted, "Stop laughing! I will find that sword!" He said crossly. He put his hands on his waist and scanned the area while blowing his bangs out of his face. Finally, something shiny caught his eye. He waded over to where the object was with interest. It seemed to be wedged down between two rocks. He stuck his hands into the cold water to see if he could identify the item. It was made of a hard substance. Metal probably. He tugged at it until it came free. It was the sword! He grinned as he unsheathed it. He could _feel_ the power. It was indeed the sword that had belonged to Sogoroku. He let out a triumphant cry as he stabbed the sky with the sword.

He ran onto the dry land and began to expertly wave the sword from side to side in a 'figure eight' motion when suddenly it flew out of his hands!!! (A/N: gasp) His eyes widened in horror as it flew toward the tree that the baby birds and their nest were in!! (A/N: T_T) The birds chirped, totally unaware of what would happen next. The sword was nearing the nest . . . . . . . . . Yami knew exactly what was going to happen next, he also knew that his grandfather was right.

Finally the sword began to pummel towards the tree . . . . . . Blade first. The sword grazed the top of the nest and stabbed the earth, vibrating from its ride. Feathers were floating to the ground, with bloodstains on them. Yami shook his head in disbelief, but it was too late for the birds. The sword stood there, vibrating ever so slightly. It was indeed guilty, and it was proud to show it's massacring souvenir; a small white feather stuck to the blade with blood.

~~"This is not just a sword; it is a demon. When drawn it hungers blood, it sees no friend or foe. It sees only blood."~~

Yami stared at the sword tears cascading down his cheeks. The demon of the sword was hungry. . . . . . Hungry for blood, and it would indeed be provided with plenty of it . . . . . .

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I hope that you enjoyed this chappie! Please review!!!!

[1]- I changed the name of the kingdom since I am horrible at Japanese. Thanks Gin Ryu-chan for correcting me!