Chinchilla: *Snoring in a corner*
Treska: *Staring at muse* Oh, boy. Well since you're of no help this evening I hope this chapter turns out okay.
Blue: Not having a muse around has never stopped you before.
Treska: Ya, but its better when she's at least awake. Who's up for disclaimers today?
Blue: Red it. I think.
Red: *Teleported in, wrapped only in a towel* How the bloody hell did that happen?
Treska: *Hiding teleporter ray* No clue. Do the disclaimers please.
Red: Okay. Treska doesn't own anything. She's dirt poor so don't sue her. The Dragons are hers and if you can find the plot line in this story so's that. There's a thick gay line running through these arcs so if you don't like don't read. If you flame her I'm coming after you personally. *Stomps off*
Treska: Well that went well.
Symbols, symbols everywhere and I've lost track of everything.
Marik=Yami
Malik=Hikari (light)
Odion=Rishid
/aibou to yami/
//yami to aibou//
((telepathy))
~ (scene change or POV Change) ~
'Personal Thoughts'
-Accenting something- Stupid italics won't work.
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Cold sweat trickled down dusky skin leaving a salty trial. Golden eyes were wide with terror, wishing to close to the horror before him. An unknown force kept his eyes open, determined to make this torture stick in his mind forever. His mouth worked to produce sound. A scream, yell or something that would stop the actions that played before him.
And yet it wasn't before him. He wasn't watching and yet he was at the same time. Odion felt his arm raise, watched as his fist descended. He could feel his face muscles pull his lips into a cruel smile. He could feel the effect of flesh hitting flesh on his knuckles.
In the darkness of the empty well, with only a lone torch flickering in a wall bracket he watched and felt himself beat his master, his brother. Malik's pain filled cries echoed in his ears. Odion wanted to stop, wanted to comfort the young man that was his master and brother. But he couldn't. The evil spirit of his adopted father kept him trapped within his own mind while his body beat and raped Malik.
Odion cried out and jerked up in his bed. Gulping in chunks of air, he stared hard at the wall opposite his bed. A picture of a lake, its water rippling in an unknown breeze with a scraggly apple tree standing guard, offered little comfort to the distressed man. Odion put his head in his hands, noting absently that he had indeed cried in his sleep.
'Oh Master Malik, what have I done to you?' Odion thought for the thousandth time in so many months. He remembered every detail of that dream. 'Yet so much more. That memory, I remember it. -He- had heard Malik cry right after his nightly visit. He made me go back down.' Odion shuddered. There had been so much blood spilt that night.
Knowing that sleep would not return that night Odion climbed out of bed. Dressed in some gray sweat pants and a very worn, sleeveless t-shirt the former guardian opened the room's door and stepped into the hallway. Once there he turned right and headed down to the first floor of his new home. On the way he stopped by a particularly door. He started to reach for the knob, but hesitated and finally let his hand drop back to his side. He couldn't face him now, and especially not in the darkness of the night.
Sighing Odion turned and continued on his route. Upon reaching the ground floor the large man headed for the kitchen. What he wanted was some tea, or maybe hot cocoa. The soft clicking of the beads hanging in the kitchen's doorway announced his arrival. He had just barely sat down when one of the Kuribohs put a steaming mug in front of him.
Odion took a sip, sighed and looked at the girl in front of him. "How did you know this is what I needed."
The girl shrugged. "Instinct I guess. Besides you've been down here every night since you got here." Suddenly she gave a slight jerk, darted back towards the counter and came back carrying another mug.
Odion was about to ask who the cup was for when the beads clicked again and Curse shuffled in. The other man perched himself on a stool and wordlessly accepted the cup. Odion and Kuriboh watched in amazement as the gang member downed the steaming contents in one gulp.
"Your cousin again?" Kuriboh asked gently.
The man nodded his midnight eyes moist. Kuriboh patted his hand again in sympathy and then disappeared into the shadows of the kitchen. For several minutes the two men alone in the quiet of the night. Odion watched as the other man gently shoved his cup from one hand to the other.
"Is there anything I can do my friend?" Odion hated to see this strong individual looking so lost. In the short time he had been with them the former guardian realized that Curse was the calm, collected member of the Dragons.
"Change past."
Odion sighed. "That is one thing I wish with all my soul I could do."
A strong hand rested on his shoulder and Odion looked up into Curse's sad eyes. "Not fault."
"I know, but I promised to protect him. I have fail in doing that. I was the one that caused him so much pain." Odion felt the prick of tears.
"Not fault. Controlled. Can't fight." The hand squeezed gently, trying to drive home the point.
"I feel as if it is."
This time Curse sighed. "Always feel."
Odion looked at the man startled. "You have had a similar situation?"
Curse gave a lopsided shake of his head. "Cousin. I promised. Failed."
"It seems we are together in our feelings of guilt. However our friends say it is not our fault for what has happened we will always come up with the 'what ifs'. Is there anything to rid us of these feelings I wonder?" Odion stared into the dregs of his cocoa; hoping the answer Curse and he sought was there.
"Try harder. Eyes open. Trust friends." Curse replied, his voice slightly stronger.
"Yes. But will it be enough?" Odion mused, more to himself than Curse. "He's still out there. Ishizu is still trapped and he won't stop until he's broken Malik. We put you in danger, we must leave. How am I to protect Master Malik?"
Curse, of course, heard the other man's musings. He was startled to realize that Odion would consider leaving with Malik. He grabbed the other man's shoulder and forced Odion to look at him. Startled golden eyes met determined midnight.
"Stay!"
"No, you don't understand. He is just too powerful. He'll track us down and destroy everyone in his path to get to Master Malik."
Curse growled. "STAY!"
"You're not going to win this argument." One of the Kuribohs (Odion wondered if it was the same one that had given him his drink) said as she emerged from the shadows of the fridge. "Between Malik needing to rest and the Dragon's plain stubbornness you're not leaving here for a while."
"But you don't understand. Malik's father is very powerful. He'll stop at nothing to take his revenge." Odion looked wildly between the two. Curse released his shoulders and grumbled. He looked pointedly at Kuriboh (who produced another cup of steaming cocoa from somewhere) and started to drink the liquid slowly.
"Powerful or not, you two are better off here."
"No, I can't put all of you in danger."
"Not danger to us!" Curse said, sweat beading his forehead as he struggled to say what was needed. "We protect you, protect Marik, protect Malik. We kill who hurt you. Free Ishizu."
"How?" Odion couldn't tear his eyes away from the other man. Fire was blazing within those haunted orbs. A fierceness like that of which Odion had never seen before lay in them.
Curse touched his heart. "Power is here." He touched Odion's heart. "Here. We fight. Power comes in here." Now the giant of a man touched the Curse of Dragon tattoo on his bicep. "Yugi guides us."
"Yugi? But he's. . ."
"Yugi is Slifer. He has power of god. We will help him. He will guide us. Blue protects him. Yami protects him. We use Heart of Cards and spirit of friendship." Curse pulled in some air, that small speech taking its toll on him.
"Go to bed Curse." Kuriboh said. She and Odion watched as the other man grumbled, but ambled out of the room with mug in hand. Kuriboh sighed and then smiled crookedly at Odion. "As powerful as this thing is chasing you, it's going to have a hard time getting to you."
Odion shook his head. "No you just don't understand."
Kuriboh put covered Odion's hand with her own cracked and dry palm. "No honey it's you that doesn't understand. You've landed in a nest of dragons. They'll protect you till hell freezes over. The gang, Blue, Red, Curse and Petit, they're strong. They've got magic to back them. Plus the power of the dragon's they take their names from. Then you've got Yugi and Yami. Yugi's not only got Shadow magic, but the power of an Egyptian God at his back. Yami's powerful too. Plus there's Ryou and Bakura, Joey, Seto, Mokuba and the entire Rookery behind you."
Odion looked into the water green eyes of the woman before him. "They would all fight for Master Malik? After what he's done? What we've done?"
Kuriboh snorted. "Honey this is the place of second chances. That's the rule around here. As long as you don't do anything to piss Blue off you stay here. You're family here."
"Family." Odion repeated. He looked into the mug cradled in his hands. Fresh cocoa had been added. A fresh start, possibly to everything.
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Treska: *Glances at chapter.* Okay, not quite happy with this one. But Odion needed to make an appearance and I've never spent a good deal of time on Curse's character. Hope this added to his personality.
Curse: *Grumbles and stomps off stage*
Treska: Right. Anyway, does anyone know Malik's father's name? I have no clue what it is and I need it for the story. Read and review like always.
Treska: *Staring at muse* Oh, boy. Well since you're of no help this evening I hope this chapter turns out okay.
Blue: Not having a muse around has never stopped you before.
Treska: Ya, but its better when she's at least awake. Who's up for disclaimers today?
Blue: Red it. I think.
Red: *Teleported in, wrapped only in a towel* How the bloody hell did that happen?
Treska: *Hiding teleporter ray* No clue. Do the disclaimers please.
Red: Okay. Treska doesn't own anything. She's dirt poor so don't sue her. The Dragons are hers and if you can find the plot line in this story so's that. There's a thick gay line running through these arcs so if you don't like don't read. If you flame her I'm coming after you personally. *Stomps off*
Treska: Well that went well.
Symbols, symbols everywhere and I've lost track of everything.
Marik=Yami
Malik=Hikari (light)
Odion=Rishid
/aibou to yami/
//yami to aibou//
((telepathy))
~ (scene change or POV Change) ~
'Personal Thoughts'
-Accenting something- Stupid italics won't work.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Cold sweat trickled down dusky skin leaving a salty trial. Golden eyes were wide with terror, wishing to close to the horror before him. An unknown force kept his eyes open, determined to make this torture stick in his mind forever. His mouth worked to produce sound. A scream, yell or something that would stop the actions that played before him.
And yet it wasn't before him. He wasn't watching and yet he was at the same time. Odion felt his arm raise, watched as his fist descended. He could feel his face muscles pull his lips into a cruel smile. He could feel the effect of flesh hitting flesh on his knuckles.
In the darkness of the empty well, with only a lone torch flickering in a wall bracket he watched and felt himself beat his master, his brother. Malik's pain filled cries echoed in his ears. Odion wanted to stop, wanted to comfort the young man that was his master and brother. But he couldn't. The evil spirit of his adopted father kept him trapped within his own mind while his body beat and raped Malik.
Odion cried out and jerked up in his bed. Gulping in chunks of air, he stared hard at the wall opposite his bed. A picture of a lake, its water rippling in an unknown breeze with a scraggly apple tree standing guard, offered little comfort to the distressed man. Odion put his head in his hands, noting absently that he had indeed cried in his sleep.
'Oh Master Malik, what have I done to you?' Odion thought for the thousandth time in so many months. He remembered every detail of that dream. 'Yet so much more. That memory, I remember it. -He- had heard Malik cry right after his nightly visit. He made me go back down.' Odion shuddered. There had been so much blood spilt that night.
Knowing that sleep would not return that night Odion climbed out of bed. Dressed in some gray sweat pants and a very worn, sleeveless t-shirt the former guardian opened the room's door and stepped into the hallway. Once there he turned right and headed down to the first floor of his new home. On the way he stopped by a particularly door. He started to reach for the knob, but hesitated and finally let his hand drop back to his side. He couldn't face him now, and especially not in the darkness of the night.
Sighing Odion turned and continued on his route. Upon reaching the ground floor the large man headed for the kitchen. What he wanted was some tea, or maybe hot cocoa. The soft clicking of the beads hanging in the kitchen's doorway announced his arrival. He had just barely sat down when one of the Kuribohs put a steaming mug in front of him.
Odion took a sip, sighed and looked at the girl in front of him. "How did you know this is what I needed."
The girl shrugged. "Instinct I guess. Besides you've been down here every night since you got here." Suddenly she gave a slight jerk, darted back towards the counter and came back carrying another mug.
Odion was about to ask who the cup was for when the beads clicked again and Curse shuffled in. The other man perched himself on a stool and wordlessly accepted the cup. Odion and Kuriboh watched in amazement as the gang member downed the steaming contents in one gulp.
"Your cousin again?" Kuriboh asked gently.
The man nodded his midnight eyes moist. Kuriboh patted his hand again in sympathy and then disappeared into the shadows of the kitchen. For several minutes the two men alone in the quiet of the night. Odion watched as the other man gently shoved his cup from one hand to the other.
"Is there anything I can do my friend?" Odion hated to see this strong individual looking so lost. In the short time he had been with them the former guardian realized that Curse was the calm, collected member of the Dragons.
"Change past."
Odion sighed. "That is one thing I wish with all my soul I could do."
A strong hand rested on his shoulder and Odion looked up into Curse's sad eyes. "Not fault."
"I know, but I promised to protect him. I have fail in doing that. I was the one that caused him so much pain." Odion felt the prick of tears.
"Not fault. Controlled. Can't fight." The hand squeezed gently, trying to drive home the point.
"I feel as if it is."
This time Curse sighed. "Always feel."
Odion looked at the man startled. "You have had a similar situation?"
Curse gave a lopsided shake of his head. "Cousin. I promised. Failed."
"It seems we are together in our feelings of guilt. However our friends say it is not our fault for what has happened we will always come up with the 'what ifs'. Is there anything to rid us of these feelings I wonder?" Odion stared into the dregs of his cocoa; hoping the answer Curse and he sought was there.
"Try harder. Eyes open. Trust friends." Curse replied, his voice slightly stronger.
"Yes. But will it be enough?" Odion mused, more to himself than Curse. "He's still out there. Ishizu is still trapped and he won't stop until he's broken Malik. We put you in danger, we must leave. How am I to protect Master Malik?"
Curse, of course, heard the other man's musings. He was startled to realize that Odion would consider leaving with Malik. He grabbed the other man's shoulder and forced Odion to look at him. Startled golden eyes met determined midnight.
"Stay!"
"No, you don't understand. He is just too powerful. He'll track us down and destroy everyone in his path to get to Master Malik."
Curse growled. "STAY!"
"You're not going to win this argument." One of the Kuribohs (Odion wondered if it was the same one that had given him his drink) said as she emerged from the shadows of the fridge. "Between Malik needing to rest and the Dragon's plain stubbornness you're not leaving here for a while."
"But you don't understand. Malik's father is very powerful. He'll stop at nothing to take his revenge." Odion looked wildly between the two. Curse released his shoulders and grumbled. He looked pointedly at Kuriboh (who produced another cup of steaming cocoa from somewhere) and started to drink the liquid slowly.
"Powerful or not, you two are better off here."
"No, I can't put all of you in danger."
"Not danger to us!" Curse said, sweat beading his forehead as he struggled to say what was needed. "We protect you, protect Marik, protect Malik. We kill who hurt you. Free Ishizu."
"How?" Odion couldn't tear his eyes away from the other man. Fire was blazing within those haunted orbs. A fierceness like that of which Odion had never seen before lay in them.
Curse touched his heart. "Power is here." He touched Odion's heart. "Here. We fight. Power comes in here." Now the giant of a man touched the Curse of Dragon tattoo on his bicep. "Yugi guides us."
"Yugi? But he's. . ."
"Yugi is Slifer. He has power of god. We will help him. He will guide us. Blue protects him. Yami protects him. We use Heart of Cards and spirit of friendship." Curse pulled in some air, that small speech taking its toll on him.
"Go to bed Curse." Kuriboh said. She and Odion watched as the other man grumbled, but ambled out of the room with mug in hand. Kuriboh sighed and then smiled crookedly at Odion. "As powerful as this thing is chasing you, it's going to have a hard time getting to you."
Odion shook his head. "No you just don't understand."
Kuriboh put covered Odion's hand with her own cracked and dry palm. "No honey it's you that doesn't understand. You've landed in a nest of dragons. They'll protect you till hell freezes over. The gang, Blue, Red, Curse and Petit, they're strong. They've got magic to back them. Plus the power of the dragon's they take their names from. Then you've got Yugi and Yami. Yugi's not only got Shadow magic, but the power of an Egyptian God at his back. Yami's powerful too. Plus there's Ryou and Bakura, Joey, Seto, Mokuba and the entire Rookery behind you."
Odion looked into the water green eyes of the woman before him. "They would all fight for Master Malik? After what he's done? What we've done?"
Kuriboh snorted. "Honey this is the place of second chances. That's the rule around here. As long as you don't do anything to piss Blue off you stay here. You're family here."
"Family." Odion repeated. He looked into the mug cradled in his hands. Fresh cocoa had been added. A fresh start, possibly to everything.
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Treska: *Glances at chapter.* Okay, not quite happy with this one. But Odion needed to make an appearance and I've never spent a good deal of time on Curse's character. Hope this added to his personality.
Curse: *Grumbles and stomps off stage*
Treska: Right. Anyway, does anyone know Malik's father's name? I have no clue what it is and I need it for the story. Read and review like always.