Wow. People like this. You know I was going to delete the story? Well
thanks for nice reviews, and thanks unabrowsorceress for the information on
Baku's past. I'm trying to keep this from being AU and that stuff helped.
Well here's Tod with other notes.
Disclaimer: While I can't say I'm the first to post a story like this on FanFiction.Net, I can say it was my idea and that I didn't steal it or receive help with it. And Mimi will own Yu-Gi-Oh! when hell freezes over.
Warnings: I guess it's SLIGHTLY religious, but it's only used as a tool, to create a setting for the story. And everything else that requires warning would be given away by the rating. There are hints of yaoi on the way. Thought I should mention that.
Dedication: No one. A weird story to dedicate to someone really.
Other: Flame us if you want, but don't make yourself look stupid by ranting.
Now on with the fan fiction.
Nightmare Incarnated
Chapter 2
Conflict
Tomb Robber rolled onto his back and sat up, glaring at his feet. He was surprised to see nothing there. He then felt something light touch against his back. Tomb Robber turned his head sharply to see, cricking his neck in the process. The man cursed at what he saw.
"Hello pet." Said the form that resembled the cause of Tomb Robber's hatred, the Pharaoh that had served before Yami Yugi, the bastard who had ruined the white-haired man's life.
Tomb Robber cursed again. How was it that the shape-shifting devil always knew the last person he wanted to see?
"Go away!" Tomb Robber yelled. The devil chuckled, amused at how stupid one of his favorite toys was being. Would the King of the Damned leave a demented man alone just because he asked?
"I meant it! I don't want to put up with anymore of your shit!" Tomb Robber tried again to get devil to leave, but he only laughed outright.
"You do the same thing every time I visit, and each time I leave you with a piece of your soul missing! Don't try fighting me!" The devil leered. Tomb Robber only continued to glare more, but finally turned his head away, causing the demon to laugh again.
"May I sit down?" the shape-shifter asked after collecting himself. Tomb Robber only kept looking out towards nowhere, so the devil seated himself on the man's lap, leaning his back against Tomb Robber's chest. The man grit his teeth, disgusted that the. thing. sitting on him. And he was disgusted that it looked like an old, wrinkled man. The devil took notice of the expression on Tomb Robber's face, and slowly changed his appearance.
"Is this better?" The shape-shifter purred, tickling Tomb Robber's chin with his soft, spiked hair. Tomb Robber dared a glance, and was sickened to find Pharaoh Atemu (or Yami as he got used to calling him near the end of his life) sitting there. Pharaoh Atemu was who Tomb Robber had sworn vengeance on after the former Pharaoh had passed away of old age.
Tomb Robber pushed the thing out of his lap, and it responded by punching him hard in the face. The man fell to his side yelping. Pain here in hell always turned out worse than it was supposed to be. It felt like something had lodged itself in his jaw. Tomb Robber whimpered as he was pulled to his feet by the devil.
"Want me to kiss the hurt away?" cooed the shape-shifter, slamming his mouth hard onto the former thief's lips. Tomb Robber yelped again, and tried to pull away. That plan only failed, and he was only left the option of resisting as best as he could. The thing latched onto him was desperate to give him more attention, and it fought to force his lips apart. Tomb Robber kept his mouth shut, and the devil pulled away in annoyance. The devil could easily manipulate the man into more intimate contact, but where would the fun be in taking down a haughty man like Tomb Robber when he wasn't afraid of him? The devil preferred to break his victims down emotionally, and then play non-stop all over their luscious bodies. But nothing had destroyed the tomb robber's soul yet! Nothing! The devil could only make the man regret failure in his past life, but had never moved farther than that.
The devil growled when he saw a small smirk form on Tomb Robber's face, but knew he had the right to sneer. He was proving himself a match to the devil's strength.
"I just haven't pressed the right buttons yet is all," The devil hissed. "You'll fall before me soon." Tomb Robber laughed a little, pulling himself out of the devil's grasp. Tomb Robber walked a little while away, sitting in the sand a few feet from where the demon stood. Tomb Robber crossed his arms ad folded his legs, showing the devil he was bored and could go away now.
"You think I came here just to play with your body?" hissed the devil. "You're wrong. I know what you've been thinking about, and wanted to discuss it with you." The Tomb Robber remained silent, so he continued.
" Your village was destroyed, wasn't it? You vowed revenge on Pharaoh Atemu. Well you never achieved it. You even lost sight of this goal on the course of your life." The devil knew Tomb Robber was listening now, and went on with what he had to say. "Your first year of tomb robbing, you found the resting place of an old priest with the story of the Sennan Items carved onto the walls. You read that the power of all seven Items would allow you to dominate the world. You planned to use this immense power to avenge your village, but after obtaining the Sennan Ring you forgot this objective and pushed your loved ones from your mind. The power of the Item drove you to be selfish-"
"That's not true!" Tomb Robber stood up, glaring at the vermin that stood before him. But something he could feel inside of him was debating whether what he was saying was fact or not.
"Then what did you plan to do to Atemu when you finally owned all seven Sennan Items?" The devil asked, the violet eyes of Yami narrowed.
"To kill him of course!" Tomb Robber yelled.
"For what reason? Only to prove your absolute power to others! Not to avenge your village like you swore you would!" The devil roared. The former thief stood dumbstruck at what was being said to him. But before guilt could take hold in him he quickly convinced himself that he had been happier trying to attain unmatchable power, and that he had felt miserable and alone when he had been planning to kill the Pharaoh for the village's gain. Tomb Robber took on the belief that the selfishness he felt was not a crime, because no one else had proved of use to him in the world anyway.
The devil couldn't believe what was going on in the man's head. The village and his feelings towards Atemu had been weak spots just a minute ago, and he had just strengthened himself. He was just about to comment on the abrupt change in attitude when Tomb Robber began talking.
" You can't break me down." He started. " You want to but you can't. You're too weak!" A smirk was forming on his lips now. "So why bother with me anymore?"
The devil stood there with his face set straight, quietly contemplating his response.
"Well?" Tomb Robber asked, his voice a few notes higher with triumph, the triumph he had been waiting for ever since he was thrown here, the victory he lusted for when the devil first rubbed his face in all his failures. He had won finally! He devil had run out of ideas! He was just standing there!
The devil looked up and smiled slyly. He then threw his arms up into the air.
"You're right, Great King Baku! You're so strong! I was a fool to believe I could break destroy something as rock-hard as your spirit! You've fared so much better in this place than others have!" The devil's evil smile grew wide now, stretching fro ear to ear, and Tomb Robber felt some of the triumph in him slowly trickle away as he watched the devil. It seemed he hadn't won yet; the devil had one more card to play. It seemed like forever waiting for the demon to finish speaking. But the words finally came.
"You should see what state Ryou is in right now!"
To be continued.
Notes:
Yes the devil shape shifts (depending on your beliefs but the it was a good idea for the story.) What's with bad guys shape shifting anyway? InuYasha fans know Naraku shape shifts. If you know something about the Cartoon Network series Samurai Jack, you know its villain shape shifts. And if you've ever watched or read anything X-Men you know Mystique (a bad guy) shape shifts. Maybe it's just the mystery of it.
Yami Yugi's name was Atemu in Ancient Egypt.
Disclaimer: While I can't say I'm the first to post a story like this on FanFiction.Net, I can say it was my idea and that I didn't steal it or receive help with it. And Mimi will own Yu-Gi-Oh! when hell freezes over.
Warnings: I guess it's SLIGHTLY religious, but it's only used as a tool, to create a setting for the story. And everything else that requires warning would be given away by the rating. There are hints of yaoi on the way. Thought I should mention that.
Dedication: No one. A weird story to dedicate to someone really.
Other: Flame us if you want, but don't make yourself look stupid by ranting.
Now on with the fan fiction.
Nightmare Incarnated
Chapter 2
Conflict
Tomb Robber rolled onto his back and sat up, glaring at his feet. He was surprised to see nothing there. He then felt something light touch against his back. Tomb Robber turned his head sharply to see, cricking his neck in the process. The man cursed at what he saw.
"Hello pet." Said the form that resembled the cause of Tomb Robber's hatred, the Pharaoh that had served before Yami Yugi, the bastard who had ruined the white-haired man's life.
Tomb Robber cursed again. How was it that the shape-shifting devil always knew the last person he wanted to see?
"Go away!" Tomb Robber yelled. The devil chuckled, amused at how stupid one of his favorite toys was being. Would the King of the Damned leave a demented man alone just because he asked?
"I meant it! I don't want to put up with anymore of your shit!" Tomb Robber tried again to get devil to leave, but he only laughed outright.
"You do the same thing every time I visit, and each time I leave you with a piece of your soul missing! Don't try fighting me!" The devil leered. Tomb Robber only continued to glare more, but finally turned his head away, causing the demon to laugh again.
"May I sit down?" the shape-shifter asked after collecting himself. Tomb Robber only kept looking out towards nowhere, so the devil seated himself on the man's lap, leaning his back against Tomb Robber's chest. The man grit his teeth, disgusted that the. thing. sitting on him. And he was disgusted that it looked like an old, wrinkled man. The devil took notice of the expression on Tomb Robber's face, and slowly changed his appearance.
"Is this better?" The shape-shifter purred, tickling Tomb Robber's chin with his soft, spiked hair. Tomb Robber dared a glance, and was sickened to find Pharaoh Atemu (or Yami as he got used to calling him near the end of his life) sitting there. Pharaoh Atemu was who Tomb Robber had sworn vengeance on after the former Pharaoh had passed away of old age.
Tomb Robber pushed the thing out of his lap, and it responded by punching him hard in the face. The man fell to his side yelping. Pain here in hell always turned out worse than it was supposed to be. It felt like something had lodged itself in his jaw. Tomb Robber whimpered as he was pulled to his feet by the devil.
"Want me to kiss the hurt away?" cooed the shape-shifter, slamming his mouth hard onto the former thief's lips. Tomb Robber yelped again, and tried to pull away. That plan only failed, and he was only left the option of resisting as best as he could. The thing latched onto him was desperate to give him more attention, and it fought to force his lips apart. Tomb Robber kept his mouth shut, and the devil pulled away in annoyance. The devil could easily manipulate the man into more intimate contact, but where would the fun be in taking down a haughty man like Tomb Robber when he wasn't afraid of him? The devil preferred to break his victims down emotionally, and then play non-stop all over their luscious bodies. But nothing had destroyed the tomb robber's soul yet! Nothing! The devil could only make the man regret failure in his past life, but had never moved farther than that.
The devil growled when he saw a small smirk form on Tomb Robber's face, but knew he had the right to sneer. He was proving himself a match to the devil's strength.
"I just haven't pressed the right buttons yet is all," The devil hissed. "You'll fall before me soon." Tomb Robber laughed a little, pulling himself out of the devil's grasp. Tomb Robber walked a little while away, sitting in the sand a few feet from where the demon stood. Tomb Robber crossed his arms ad folded his legs, showing the devil he was bored and could go away now.
"You think I came here just to play with your body?" hissed the devil. "You're wrong. I know what you've been thinking about, and wanted to discuss it with you." The Tomb Robber remained silent, so he continued.
" Your village was destroyed, wasn't it? You vowed revenge on Pharaoh Atemu. Well you never achieved it. You even lost sight of this goal on the course of your life." The devil knew Tomb Robber was listening now, and went on with what he had to say. "Your first year of tomb robbing, you found the resting place of an old priest with the story of the Sennan Items carved onto the walls. You read that the power of all seven Items would allow you to dominate the world. You planned to use this immense power to avenge your village, but after obtaining the Sennan Ring you forgot this objective and pushed your loved ones from your mind. The power of the Item drove you to be selfish-"
"That's not true!" Tomb Robber stood up, glaring at the vermin that stood before him. But something he could feel inside of him was debating whether what he was saying was fact or not.
"Then what did you plan to do to Atemu when you finally owned all seven Sennan Items?" The devil asked, the violet eyes of Yami narrowed.
"To kill him of course!" Tomb Robber yelled.
"For what reason? Only to prove your absolute power to others! Not to avenge your village like you swore you would!" The devil roared. The former thief stood dumbstruck at what was being said to him. But before guilt could take hold in him he quickly convinced himself that he had been happier trying to attain unmatchable power, and that he had felt miserable and alone when he had been planning to kill the Pharaoh for the village's gain. Tomb Robber took on the belief that the selfishness he felt was not a crime, because no one else had proved of use to him in the world anyway.
The devil couldn't believe what was going on in the man's head. The village and his feelings towards Atemu had been weak spots just a minute ago, and he had just strengthened himself. He was just about to comment on the abrupt change in attitude when Tomb Robber began talking.
" You can't break me down." He started. " You want to but you can't. You're too weak!" A smirk was forming on his lips now. "So why bother with me anymore?"
The devil stood there with his face set straight, quietly contemplating his response.
"Well?" Tomb Robber asked, his voice a few notes higher with triumph, the triumph he had been waiting for ever since he was thrown here, the victory he lusted for when the devil first rubbed his face in all his failures. He had won finally! He devil had run out of ideas! He was just standing there!
The devil looked up and smiled slyly. He then threw his arms up into the air.
"You're right, Great King Baku! You're so strong! I was a fool to believe I could break destroy something as rock-hard as your spirit! You've fared so much better in this place than others have!" The devil's evil smile grew wide now, stretching fro ear to ear, and Tomb Robber felt some of the triumph in him slowly trickle away as he watched the devil. It seemed he hadn't won yet; the devil had one more card to play. It seemed like forever waiting for the demon to finish speaking. But the words finally came.
"You should see what state Ryou is in right now!"
To be continued.
Notes:
Yes the devil shape shifts (depending on your beliefs but the it was a good idea for the story.) What's with bad guys shape shifting anyway? InuYasha fans know Naraku shape shifts. If you know something about the Cartoon Network series Samurai Jack, you know its villain shape shifts. And if you've ever watched or read anything X-Men you know Mystique (a bad guy) shape shifts. Maybe it's just the mystery of it.
Yami Yugi's name was Atemu in Ancient Egypt.