Yeah! Chapter Three is here, up, and ready! It's going to be more Yu-Gi-
Oh cast involved than most have been. I've found a good quote book, so I
might start chapters with quotes. Who knows? Anyway, thanks for the
reviews, they really mean a lot to me, corny as it sounds. And a special
thanks to Mel Meiko Mei Ling, chica, you're awesome! Also, if anyone could
tell me a bit more about Seto's incarnated Egyptian life, tell me in a
review or e-mail me at Moongrl_14@hotmail.com. I'd be very much obliged.
So, I can't really think of much else to say…I know! How about, read on?
And now for the legal blah…
Disclaimer: All names and likeness used in this are property of Yu-Gi-Oh, and of course, all characters from the manga/anime are not mine, no matter how much I wish they were. Oh well, at least, Rena and all other unfamiliar characters are mine!
*Note this isn't rated R for extreme romance. It's very gory, very graphic; those with weak constitutions probably shouldn't read it! (Though, the romance thing is probably going to rear its head sometime in the story so wait and see!) (By the way, the weak stomach thing was a joke. I just realized that sounds kind of offensive.)
Yami did not dream. It wasn't in his nature. That's why this night was so strange. He sat up straight in his bed, panting, muttering in Egyptian under his breath. Sweat ran down his face and arms, a thin sheen of it all over his body. He lay back, but sat up again, as his pillow was so damp with the salty liquid. He looked at Yugi sleeping so peacefully next to him. They had been sharing a bed until Yugi's grandfather could finish the twin beds he was making for them. Yugi shifted in his sleep and opened his eyes lazily.
"What's up, Yami? Something wrong?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice for his Yami.
"No, no. I just had a very strange dream, that's all my little light," he said, ruffling the young boy's hair.
"You can talk to me about it," he said.
"It wasn't that serious. Now, goodnight, my aibou," said Yami, this time with a sterner tone.
"All right then, maybe in the morning," Yugi sighed, and fell back asleep. He knew when Yami didn't want to discuss things; it was better left undiscussed until he had a chance to think about everything. Once he knew Yugi was asleep, Yami slipped from underneath the covers and walked outside. It was a cool night out; autumn was beginning to set in, as the last days of summer crept by. The dream had been so strange. The night air swept around him, playing at the streaks of golden hair as he tried to recollect his thoughts. He gazed up at the eye of Horus, shining in the sky. The mystic voices of his priests sang to him through the wind and time itself, praising the moon, the eye of Horus.
"Praise to thee, thou eye of Horus,
the Ennead of gods rejoices,
when it riseth
in the eastern horizon.
Praise to thee, O eye of Horus…"
The melancholic voices soon faded as the breeze carried them away. Yami lifted his head to it, and took a deep breath. He began to think now that he had found a renewed mindset.
***Dream sequence!***
The darkness surrounded him, leaving only a pinprick of light above. He was in a cavernous room, the only escape being through that of above. The woman approached him, smiling warmly. In her hand was a sword of some length, and glittering silver hair cascaded just past her ankles. She was aloft on wings of the palest blue, almost white. She was wrapped in a thin garment of pure gold, and it trailed down past her feet. She flew close to him, handing the sword gently to his hand. She came still closer to him, and laid her forehead upon his. The wadjet eye of Horus glimmered in many colors on both their foreheads. He felt her petal soft lips brush his ear and they whispered, "Something wicked this way comes, you must fight her."
"What do you mean? Who are you?" he demanded.
"I am the Goddess. Now, you must fight her. You will need help. I will always be here," she whispered.
"Who is—" Yami started, but never got to finish. The Goddess snapped her head up, "No, she is here!" She cried out, and disappeared, leaving the sword in his hand. Yami turned around to face whatever she was, but was knocked hard to the ground. His vision swam, and red started to cloud his sight. He touched his forehead lightly, and felt a thick, sticky liquid. Blood, his blood. Bright stars mixed with red as the woman before him approached. The pinprick of light above them started to move closer.
"Something wicked this way…has come," she smiled, before plunging her own dark blade through Yami's heart…
And then he had woke up.
***End of Dream***
He rubbed his chest, remembering how the unexpected blow had hit him. There was no wound, though, just a sense of…a sense of what? He couldn't describe it, but his soul could only think of it as a foreboding premonition.
"I don't understand," Yami told the night sky. A wind blew past sweeping his hair back, almost like an answer. He looked at the clock standing in the middle of Domino City. The giant hands read three forty-five. It was much later than Yami had thought it was. He turned back to head inside, and a final breeze blew against his back. It sent an involuntary shudder down his spine. It had been hot, like a breath down his neck. He turned around only to face the empty darkness.
"Who's there?" he asked, but the only reply he received was that of the serene chirp of a cricket. He turned and opened the door and this time he saw it, in the reflection of the sliding glass, something running through the bushes, a creature with dark wings. Yami stepped inside, hoping he had only seen an illusion, but his heart told him that he saw true. He walked back into the bedroom, and something caught his eye. It was a book sitting on Yugi's nightstand. It was titled, "Something Wicked This Way Comes," Yami started, and wondered if this whole incident had not just been a strange occurrence of his sub-conscious. But again, something stirred in his heart, and it wasn't his connection to Yugi. He never fell asleep; he just lay there, staring at the ceiling until morning finally shone its first lights.
Yugi stirred, and woke up to see his digital clock glaring 7:15. He got up out of bed, grabbed one of his school uniforms and hurried into the bathroom. In his rush, he noticed Yami, staring intently at the ceiling. "I wonder if he ever got any sleep last night after the dream," Yugi thought as he brushed his teeth, and put on his uniform for school, but could not get his mind off Yami's predicament.
"Yugi," his Grandpa rapped on the door, "You'd better hurry. All of you're friends are waiting for you downstairs." He glanced at the bathroom clock, which was reading 7:45. He had already spent twenty-five minutes in there! Most of it had been thinking. What was wrong with Yami? From what he knew Yami rarely dreamt about anything. It wasn't like him. However, it was like him to try and hide his emotions, or petty weaknesses as he called them, from him. So, Yugi decided to stop thinking about it, and assumed that if Yami wanted to talk to him he'd do it in good time. Stepping out of the bathroom, his best friend, Jounochi, slapped him on the back and laughed, "Hey, Yug, you take longer in the bathroom than Mai!" Yugi glanced at his bedroom, seeing only a pile of blankets where Yami was.
"Come on, Yugi," the brunette Anzu called.
"Yeah, this is one of the first time's I'm not gonna be late," Honda yelled out the door.
"Well, I guess I'll skip breakfast, Grandpa," Yugi called as he headed out the door.
"Now wait, here's some toast," Grandpa said, handing him the bread.
"Yeah, don't want to learn on an empty stomach," Jou called.
"Unfortunately for you, you only think with your stomach," Anzu said, hitting him upside the head. They all laughed and made their way to school. They got there ten minutes before the bell rang.
"Hey guys," a familiar white-haired boy spoke.
"Yeah, what's up, Ryou?" Jounochi asked.
"Oh, not much," he replied.
They started sharing jokes and laughter, and stories of the previous day. Usually Yugi always joined in on these conversations, but today he was in too much thought. Something was wrong with Yami, but he couldn't figure out what. Dreams wouldn't, or at least shouldn't rattle a person that had as much fearlessness as Yami. But still, the nightmare from the previous night had affected him in some way. He'd just have to figure out what. And where did Yami go that morning? Usually he stayed to see him off to school, but there was no trace of him.
//Yami, are you there?// Yugi tried his psychic connection. He waited for a few minutes, but there was no response. Was there a limit to the length his connection could travel? That couldn't be. Yami had told him, "No soul can never not reach another." "I guess that's what he meant," he thought.
Finally, Anzu picked up on the fact Yugi had not been in their conversation from the very beginning.
"Yugi, is there something wrong?" she asked laying a hand on her friend's shoulder.
"No," he said, with forced sincerity, "I'm fine." He grabbed her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Apparently, she bought it, "All right Yugi. You know, if anything ever bothers you, you can always tell us."
"Yeah, Yug, you're our pal," Jounochi added. Honda and Ryou nodded ferverently.
From the depths of his soul, he felt Yami twinge. Somewhere, his other half was in deep thought.
//What are you thinking about, Yami? Tell me.// Somewhere, Yami heard this.
//I must learn what is coming, don't you be afraid for me, young one.// Then, with some thought, he added, //Thank you, my little light.// After reassuring Yugi on the fact he would be all right, Yami turned to face his surroundings. He was in a wood, a few blocks from their street, and he had found a quiet little brook that helped him relieve his stress. He had come here before, to calm himself. The serenity of this place was so profound it seemed supernatural.
Yami began to breathe deeply, and decided meditation should be the practice to find this new enemy. His mind flashed through the dream, coming to the Goddess, who granted him the sword. The Goddess, it was all she had said her name was. Yet, there was a strange sense of familiarity there. He recognized this goddess, as one of the patrons in his temple before he had been locked away in the puzzle. Her name, what had it been? Something like Akhten-He-Shesat. Yes, that had to have been it. But he wasn't sure. Akhten had always carried a rapier with her, and the blade she had given him was nearly identical. Who was the final woman, the woman who had murdered him in his dream? This puzzled him the most, as her features weren't clear. He remembered black wings, and glittering, merciless eyes, but nothing more.
And how could she have come to this world? Then, it hit him. An incarnate. The words sounded sick to his stomach. The evil had been unleashed from the world in another form, and someone had found it. He tried to find the source of its power, and he felt cold, like…steel. The black goddess, she was the untold threat! And she had carried a sword. That sword could channel through into their world and take a host of its own. This goddess, she was the Reckoning. He remembered his priests warning him of the day this would come. Someday, the daughter of Seth will come and wreak her vengeance on the world. And through his eyes he saw his shimmering homeland. His Egypt, and there in it were two goddesses, one of evil, the other of good, and it would be an all-out war between them. He felt another presence as well, a familiar one. But this one was modern, and both he and Yugi knew him well. It couldn't have been anyone else.
The presence was Seto Kaiba.
"Of course," Yami thought, "the mage he once was felt it too. And though he doesn't know it yet, he's going to be caught in the fight for the Cosmos."
Yami still felt another spiritual indifference. There was another somewhere, maybe even more than one that was pulling themselves into this battle.
"Chikusho," he cursed to the brook. It babbled and sung, but the words made as little sense to him as the danger that was coming. He sighed and lay back as the warmth of the sun worked its spell, and he fell asleep, not noticing the eyes that watched him from the underbrush.
~Kangei to the Meikyuu~
Oooh…cliffhanger ending. Sorry this thing is sooo short. I had to make it sound good without being too drawn out. Thank you to all of you who have stuck with me so far. I'm starting to get caught up in this. Now, review if you don't mind, and also if you know anything about Seto's reincarnated life. I only know a deal about the current Kaiba.
And now for the legal blah…
Disclaimer: All names and likeness used in this are property of Yu-Gi-Oh, and of course, all characters from the manga/anime are not mine, no matter how much I wish they were. Oh well, at least, Rena and all other unfamiliar characters are mine!
*Note this isn't rated R for extreme romance. It's very gory, very graphic; those with weak constitutions probably shouldn't read it! (Though, the romance thing is probably going to rear its head sometime in the story so wait and see!) (By the way, the weak stomach thing was a joke. I just realized that sounds kind of offensive.)
Yami did not dream. It wasn't in his nature. That's why this night was so strange. He sat up straight in his bed, panting, muttering in Egyptian under his breath. Sweat ran down his face and arms, a thin sheen of it all over his body. He lay back, but sat up again, as his pillow was so damp with the salty liquid. He looked at Yugi sleeping so peacefully next to him. They had been sharing a bed until Yugi's grandfather could finish the twin beds he was making for them. Yugi shifted in his sleep and opened his eyes lazily.
"What's up, Yami? Something wrong?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice for his Yami.
"No, no. I just had a very strange dream, that's all my little light," he said, ruffling the young boy's hair.
"You can talk to me about it," he said.
"It wasn't that serious. Now, goodnight, my aibou," said Yami, this time with a sterner tone.
"All right then, maybe in the morning," Yugi sighed, and fell back asleep. He knew when Yami didn't want to discuss things; it was better left undiscussed until he had a chance to think about everything. Once he knew Yugi was asleep, Yami slipped from underneath the covers and walked outside. It was a cool night out; autumn was beginning to set in, as the last days of summer crept by. The dream had been so strange. The night air swept around him, playing at the streaks of golden hair as he tried to recollect his thoughts. He gazed up at the eye of Horus, shining in the sky. The mystic voices of his priests sang to him through the wind and time itself, praising the moon, the eye of Horus.
"Praise to thee, thou eye of Horus,
the Ennead of gods rejoices,
when it riseth
in the eastern horizon.
Praise to thee, O eye of Horus…"
The melancholic voices soon faded as the breeze carried them away. Yami lifted his head to it, and took a deep breath. He began to think now that he had found a renewed mindset.
***Dream sequence!***
The darkness surrounded him, leaving only a pinprick of light above. He was in a cavernous room, the only escape being through that of above. The woman approached him, smiling warmly. In her hand was a sword of some length, and glittering silver hair cascaded just past her ankles. She was aloft on wings of the palest blue, almost white. She was wrapped in a thin garment of pure gold, and it trailed down past her feet. She flew close to him, handing the sword gently to his hand. She came still closer to him, and laid her forehead upon his. The wadjet eye of Horus glimmered in many colors on both their foreheads. He felt her petal soft lips brush his ear and they whispered, "Something wicked this way comes, you must fight her."
"What do you mean? Who are you?" he demanded.
"I am the Goddess. Now, you must fight her. You will need help. I will always be here," she whispered.
"Who is—" Yami started, but never got to finish. The Goddess snapped her head up, "No, she is here!" She cried out, and disappeared, leaving the sword in his hand. Yami turned around to face whatever she was, but was knocked hard to the ground. His vision swam, and red started to cloud his sight. He touched his forehead lightly, and felt a thick, sticky liquid. Blood, his blood. Bright stars mixed with red as the woman before him approached. The pinprick of light above them started to move closer.
"Something wicked this way…has come," she smiled, before plunging her own dark blade through Yami's heart…
And then he had woke up.
***End of Dream***
He rubbed his chest, remembering how the unexpected blow had hit him. There was no wound, though, just a sense of…a sense of what? He couldn't describe it, but his soul could only think of it as a foreboding premonition.
"I don't understand," Yami told the night sky. A wind blew past sweeping his hair back, almost like an answer. He looked at the clock standing in the middle of Domino City. The giant hands read three forty-five. It was much later than Yami had thought it was. He turned back to head inside, and a final breeze blew against his back. It sent an involuntary shudder down his spine. It had been hot, like a breath down his neck. He turned around only to face the empty darkness.
"Who's there?" he asked, but the only reply he received was that of the serene chirp of a cricket. He turned and opened the door and this time he saw it, in the reflection of the sliding glass, something running through the bushes, a creature with dark wings. Yami stepped inside, hoping he had only seen an illusion, but his heart told him that he saw true. He walked back into the bedroom, and something caught his eye. It was a book sitting on Yugi's nightstand. It was titled, "Something Wicked This Way Comes," Yami started, and wondered if this whole incident had not just been a strange occurrence of his sub-conscious. But again, something stirred in his heart, and it wasn't his connection to Yugi. He never fell asleep; he just lay there, staring at the ceiling until morning finally shone its first lights.
Yugi stirred, and woke up to see his digital clock glaring 7:15. He got up out of bed, grabbed one of his school uniforms and hurried into the bathroom. In his rush, he noticed Yami, staring intently at the ceiling. "I wonder if he ever got any sleep last night after the dream," Yugi thought as he brushed his teeth, and put on his uniform for school, but could not get his mind off Yami's predicament.
"Yugi," his Grandpa rapped on the door, "You'd better hurry. All of you're friends are waiting for you downstairs." He glanced at the bathroom clock, which was reading 7:45. He had already spent twenty-five minutes in there! Most of it had been thinking. What was wrong with Yami? From what he knew Yami rarely dreamt about anything. It wasn't like him. However, it was like him to try and hide his emotions, or petty weaknesses as he called them, from him. So, Yugi decided to stop thinking about it, and assumed that if Yami wanted to talk to him he'd do it in good time. Stepping out of the bathroom, his best friend, Jounochi, slapped him on the back and laughed, "Hey, Yug, you take longer in the bathroom than Mai!" Yugi glanced at his bedroom, seeing only a pile of blankets where Yami was.
"Come on, Yugi," the brunette Anzu called.
"Yeah, this is one of the first time's I'm not gonna be late," Honda yelled out the door.
"Well, I guess I'll skip breakfast, Grandpa," Yugi called as he headed out the door.
"Now wait, here's some toast," Grandpa said, handing him the bread.
"Yeah, don't want to learn on an empty stomach," Jou called.
"Unfortunately for you, you only think with your stomach," Anzu said, hitting him upside the head. They all laughed and made their way to school. They got there ten minutes before the bell rang.
"Hey guys," a familiar white-haired boy spoke.
"Yeah, what's up, Ryou?" Jounochi asked.
"Oh, not much," he replied.
They started sharing jokes and laughter, and stories of the previous day. Usually Yugi always joined in on these conversations, but today he was in too much thought. Something was wrong with Yami, but he couldn't figure out what. Dreams wouldn't, or at least shouldn't rattle a person that had as much fearlessness as Yami. But still, the nightmare from the previous night had affected him in some way. He'd just have to figure out what. And where did Yami go that morning? Usually he stayed to see him off to school, but there was no trace of him.
//Yami, are you there?// Yugi tried his psychic connection. He waited for a few minutes, but there was no response. Was there a limit to the length his connection could travel? That couldn't be. Yami had told him, "No soul can never not reach another." "I guess that's what he meant," he thought.
Finally, Anzu picked up on the fact Yugi had not been in their conversation from the very beginning.
"Yugi, is there something wrong?" she asked laying a hand on her friend's shoulder.
"No," he said, with forced sincerity, "I'm fine." He grabbed her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Apparently, she bought it, "All right Yugi. You know, if anything ever bothers you, you can always tell us."
"Yeah, Yug, you're our pal," Jounochi added. Honda and Ryou nodded ferverently.
From the depths of his soul, he felt Yami twinge. Somewhere, his other half was in deep thought.
//What are you thinking about, Yami? Tell me.// Somewhere, Yami heard this.
//I must learn what is coming, don't you be afraid for me, young one.// Then, with some thought, he added, //Thank you, my little light.// After reassuring Yugi on the fact he would be all right, Yami turned to face his surroundings. He was in a wood, a few blocks from their street, and he had found a quiet little brook that helped him relieve his stress. He had come here before, to calm himself. The serenity of this place was so profound it seemed supernatural.
Yami began to breathe deeply, and decided meditation should be the practice to find this new enemy. His mind flashed through the dream, coming to the Goddess, who granted him the sword. The Goddess, it was all she had said her name was. Yet, there was a strange sense of familiarity there. He recognized this goddess, as one of the patrons in his temple before he had been locked away in the puzzle. Her name, what had it been? Something like Akhten-He-Shesat. Yes, that had to have been it. But he wasn't sure. Akhten had always carried a rapier with her, and the blade she had given him was nearly identical. Who was the final woman, the woman who had murdered him in his dream? This puzzled him the most, as her features weren't clear. He remembered black wings, and glittering, merciless eyes, but nothing more.
And how could she have come to this world? Then, it hit him. An incarnate. The words sounded sick to his stomach. The evil had been unleashed from the world in another form, and someone had found it. He tried to find the source of its power, and he felt cold, like…steel. The black goddess, she was the untold threat! And she had carried a sword. That sword could channel through into their world and take a host of its own. This goddess, she was the Reckoning. He remembered his priests warning him of the day this would come. Someday, the daughter of Seth will come and wreak her vengeance on the world. And through his eyes he saw his shimmering homeland. His Egypt, and there in it were two goddesses, one of evil, the other of good, and it would be an all-out war between them. He felt another presence as well, a familiar one. But this one was modern, and both he and Yugi knew him well. It couldn't have been anyone else.
The presence was Seto Kaiba.
"Of course," Yami thought, "the mage he once was felt it too. And though he doesn't know it yet, he's going to be caught in the fight for the Cosmos."
Yami still felt another spiritual indifference. There was another somewhere, maybe even more than one that was pulling themselves into this battle.
"Chikusho," he cursed to the brook. It babbled and sung, but the words made as little sense to him as the danger that was coming. He sighed and lay back as the warmth of the sun worked its spell, and he fell asleep, not noticing the eyes that watched him from the underbrush.
~Kangei to the Meikyuu~
Oooh…cliffhanger ending. Sorry this thing is sooo short. I had to make it sound good without being too drawn out. Thank you to all of you who have stuck with me so far. I'm starting to get caught up in this. Now, review if you don't mind, and also if you know anything about Seto's reincarnated life. I only know a deal about the current Kaiba.