Disclaimer : I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Curses.
Notes : This is a relatively AU story, yaoi and a bit of yuri. J/S, YY/Y, B/M, a little Mai/Sh. This story contains violence to a good degree. Would be picking up after Battle City basically, along those lines.
Summary : Semi-AU. It would seem Jonouchi will have a greater role to play in the resurfacing of the past memories, though it doesn't bode well for Yami. Violence, obsene language later, maybe lemon, depends. Yaoi, J/S, YY/Y, B/M.
| …| Hikari speech, || …|| Yami speech, :…: A person's thoughts.
Legend of Red Eyes
Part 2
By Reppa
All through the night, Yami had difficulty sleeping. He laid there on his side facing the window, eyes partially closed as he stared outside. The embodied spirit had little to do, not much on exploring on his own in town while his Aibou was away at school and what he could find to do didn't keep his attention for very long. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back, careful not to rouse Yugi from his sleep as he did so. He blamed his anxiety partially on the upcoming exhibit, he didn't want to wait a couple days to see what Isis had to show them.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he reopened them wide before he looked over at his sleeping Hikari. He smiled quietly at the serene look on the small boy's though he found himself sliding from the bed with care. On occasion, Yami had developed a hobby for prowling the halls in the middle of the night, like some restless cat and tonight was no exception.
He descended the stairs with utter silence, putting as much grace as he could into his steps. The last thing he wanted was to disturb anyone as he came into the kitchen downstairs. As it was everywhere else in the place, it was dark save moonlight flittering in through the windows. The Pharaoh took a seat at the table, folding his arms while he watched the silhouettes of leaves rustling faintly. It was fall around now, there was probably a wonderfully cool breeze outside at the moment.
| Yami…? Are you downstairs or something..? | A groggy voice inquired, signifying his Hikari must have taken notice of his momentary absence, | You should come back to bed, it's late…|
The embodied spirit chuckled softly, looking upward to the ceiling for a moment, a mental image of his Hikari sitting up in bed looking around bleary eyed, || I couldn't sleep, Aibou, I suppose I'm just a little anxious though as to why, I am clueless...||
His gaze flicked to the way he had just come a few moments ago, watching as his sleepy Hikari came into view, rubbing his eyes. The corner of Yami's lips twitched a bit, taking in the star specked pajamas Yugi wore, not that he found them funny, but he found them quite endearing. The small boy squinted, trying to see in the dark before throwing the light switch, causing both of them to wince as light shined, "I know this is pretty pointless to ask, with your name and what you are and all…but what are you doing sitting in the dark like this?"
"Mm, such humor. I'm brooding. Care to join me?" Yami chuckled dryly, leaning back in his seat and propping one leg over the other as he languidly watched his Hikari slowly take a seat next to him at the table, "I had thought I had removed myself rather quietly, but I suppose I unintentionally stirred you from sleep, hm?"
"Yes, despite your better efforts, you're as clumsy and loud as Jonouchi."
"I'm insulted, Aibou…"
Yugi laughed softly in return to his slight pout, blushing just faintly as he shook his head. He had lied really, Yami was as quiet as a feline, Jonouchi usually sounded like a herd of elephants but then again, that was when he didn't try which was often. The small boy then sighed, very tired though, he wanted to go back to bed, but not without dragging his Yami back with him, "Well, it's late. Time to go back to bed, and that includes you whether you like it or not."
"I get no apology?" Yami inquired, watching him get up, a vaguely gloomy expression on his face, despite the corner of his mouth twitching again.
"You'll get an apology when you go back to bed and go to sleep."
~*~
"Aw, Seto, I want to see it! The posters on it looked so cool and you saw the last one after all…Why won't you go?" The small boy whined, pouting at him over the arm of the couch in his older brother's office. He had caught wind of Seto's exclusive invite, as well as Yugi's, to another display Isis had to show and he was disappointed that his brother wouldn't even at least go himself, let alone take him, "Come on, you're telling me you still don't believe in any of that? I mean, then what happened on the Duel Ship?"
"All freak accidents. Mokuba, you know I'm more realistic than to believe in fairy tales and hocus pocus and spirits." The elder Kaiba replied, just slightly annoyed. Everyone it seemed pestered him to go, Isis, Yugi, and now even his own brother. The small boy was even interested in seeing it as well. "It will be a waste of my time."
Mokuba's Persian eyes narrowed at him as he continued to pout, "Then…why'd you go last time?"
"…" Seto's fingers stopped in place from their rapid tapping over the laptop keyboard to glance up at his brother for a moment. It was true, he had gone to the last, but Isis had called and gained his attention with her futuristic knowledge, not that he believed it. But this time, she wasn't making surprise calls or mystical predictions. "That time was different…"
"You got something out of it though, maybe you'll get something else? Maybe it has to do with more God monsters or something. It is about Duel Monsters and all." The boy persisted, wanting to convince his brother into going. Again, Kaiba paused as if he was giving that thought and Mokuba continued, "Yugi said Jonouchi will be there…Heard he touched your butt."
The older Kaiba's eyes widened slightly, brow twitching a bit as he blushed furiously. He couldn't believe his brother just said that. And above all else, he couldn't believe he had heard about that. He blamed Yugi instantaneously. "That seals it, I won't go."
"Seto…!"
The dark haired child pouted once more, brows furrowed in a frown. Though his big brother would never admit it, Mokuba was iron sealed sure that Seto had some attachment to the blond. Whatever extent it was to, he wasn't sure. But no one sat there and teased someone so much with so much enthusiasm for nothing. He never knew his brother to go out of his way completely to taunt someone just to be plain mean. Hell, he practically gave the blond a pet name. "Please, nii-sama…!"
"Mokuba…"
"Oh come on, you act like it will kill you or something. We're gonna go!" Mokuba suddenly snapped and turned around with a sulky slump to his shoulders, possibly signifying that the discussion was closed.
As for Seto, the brunette looked vaguely surprised at his brother. He paused a little before he slowly returned to what he was doing previously, frowning slightly as he was in no mood to argue further and not interested to watch his little brother through a fit. "All right, we'll go. But don't think that I'll enjoy myself…" He was pretty aware that wouldn't really matter at the moment.
~*~
"Malik, just what kind of junk is your sister wanting to show us anyway?"
The sandy blond side glanced the annoyed tomb robber with a derisively snort, "That'll be for you to find out soon enough. And please, do talk as loud as you are now in there, maybe the guard will hear." The three of them, himself, Bakura, and Jonouchi were mucking about the streets despite how late it was. Malik had promised them their own sneak preview before any of the others could see it, mostly as he figured the other blond would take a particular interest to what his sister had brought to Japan.
"For someone who used to steal the shit, he thinks awfully low on the merchandise." Jonouchi grinned, avoiding the aimed punch at his head somewhat clumsily. He wasn't exactly the most graceful of people, but that hardly mattered when it counted. Grace wasn't important in avoiding harm to oneself, "You know, if Yugi and Yami knew about this, they'd never let me hear the end of it."
"Well, we really can't be bringing them along without the butthead here arguing with the Pharaoh nonstop. Besides, neither would approve much of sneaking in, I'm sure." Malik replied as they rounded to the back of the Museum. Technically, in Bakura's logic, they weren't necessarily breaking in if they had a key in, but the blond Egyptian was afraid for enraging his sister. "Now be quiet, and do try to maintain some poise, Jonouchi."
He was given a grunt in reply as they waited on him to open the back door. Soon enough, they were in, being as quiet as they could possibly save the one little incident of Jonouchi knocking over mop and bucket. Aside from that, all was well.
"Don't touch anything and for Ra's sake, Bakura, don't steal anything. I'm going to check you when we leave. You'll have some problems if I find anything out of place…" Malik hissed at the tomb robber who scowled, slumped a little with his hands shove in his pockets. That problem would probably be no sex for a while, in the face of that possibility, it was easy to keep Bakura in check. Well, a little at least.
"Can we say whipped?" The blond snickered, being promptly shoved which then instituted a small scuffle between himself and Ryou's Yami. Malik stood still, watching them morbidly as he shook his head, sometimes he wondered how he got stuck with some of these people.
Soon they stopped, looking slightly roughed up as they continued on, promising they'd behave from here on out. Of course, Malik didn't believe them, one would end up saying something to piss the other off, so he expected it. Which was why he had turned the security off while they made busy with their bickering. The guard, of little concern through the use of the Sennen Rod.
The building now illuminated, the sandy blond led them towards the eastern wing of the Museum where the exhibit they sought resided. The floor, ceiling, and walls were black dropped, all the artifacts resided in showcase glass shelves embedded in the walls. It was indeed an impressive display. As Malik stood in the hall doorway, Bakura and Jonouchi took their time looking over the items, "Well?"
"Not many of these things look familiar. I recognize some Duel Monster carving for sure. But there aren't any explanation thingamabobs…What are we looking at now?" Jonouchi demanded, pausing in front of an immense tablet hung on the walls. It looked to be made out of black glass, he couldn't remember what the stuff was called and the carvings and hieroglyphs had some dark red stuff seeped in them, probably some sort of paint that had dried out. He rubbed his nose, wondering if what he smelt was coming from the stone, "What's this? And what's that smell?"
"I'd tell you, but Isis would have more fun doing that when you come again with Yugi and possibly Kaiba if that stick comes out of his ass. And so you know, the smell is coming from the tablet, it still smells faintly of the blood poured over it." The Egyptian replied, hands folded behind his back as he approached behind the blond with a smirk, amused by his somewhat disgusted face, "All these things have quite a history. But I'll tell you one thing. Want to know why I wanted you to see this especially?"
"Scared to know the answer…" The other teen squinted at the tablet, his temple throbbing. He wondered when that happened. Looking away, he turned his attention to what Bakura was eyeing, a suit of armor in one of the showcase nooks. It was pretty amazing, it looked to be made of the same black glass the tablet was, worn and time beaten though. Missing it's helmet, it was composed of broad shoulder and collar plates, open chested that went down to remains of cloth that would have been wrapped around the waist. There was little else to the armor save what looked like an overly elongated shield, tapering into massive claws at the end.
The white haired tomb robber shook his head slightly, rubbing his chin, "As grandiose and powerful as it looks, what idiot would have armor of obsidian, it would break."
"True, but not when it's of unworldly origin. The armor's previous owner was hardly what I'd call normal." Malik chuckled softly, crossing his arms over his chest. Then he nudged Jonouchi with his elbow, pointing his chin in another direction, "Now, as I was saying. I want to show you why I thought you of all people would like this."
"All right, all right…" The blond turned his attention away, following after as they left Bakura to his gallery browsing. The item that the other had really wanted to show him was a sarcophagus at the very end of the hallway. His gold-brown eyes widened considerably as he stared down at it. It was by far, the most incredible thing he'd seen yet. As with the tablet and the armor, it was of carved obsidian, gold plated designs with inset rubies and garnets. As with many sarcophagus', it had a figure image laying on the top, arms folded over it's chest, swords in both hands but what caught his eye was the head of the figure. A dragon head.
"Dude…" He pointed at it for a moment, trying to come up with how it looked familiar to him before he turned his eyes to Malik, brows furrowed slightly, "That's the Red Eyes Black Dragon, isn't it…?"
"I told you there was a reason I wanted you to see this."
End of Chapter 2