Shadows of the Blue Moon

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By Darkness-Fire

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Chapter Two: Reincarnations of Deadly Professionals

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Summary:

There's a new transfer student in Domino High and she turns out to be Malik Ishtar's foster sister. She hates Yami to the core and vice versa. But what happens when she is assigned to sit next to him in Class 1-B?? Will Bakura and Malik try to stop her from driving the former Pharaoh crazy?? Or will they just sit back and watch Yami meet his match – in a girl who has the gift of Fire and Shadow Majic??

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Darkness-Fire:

*Gives Yu-Gi-Oh character plushies to everyone who reviewed* Keekee!! I'm so touched!! Whee!!

Shadow (Muse):

*sweatdrops* You're sugar-high again, aren't you?? What happened during my holiday??

Keaira Ishtar:

*thrusts draft of SotBM into Shadow's hands* Read. You'll understand.

Shadow:

*looks through SotBM* So you're her OC… What?? She actually got inspiration to write this story without me??

Keaira Ishtar:

*nods* Yep.

Shadow:

*sobs* I must be a terrible muse… *wails*

Darkness-Fire:

Thanks to everyone who reviewed!! *dances around sobbing Shadow*

Kanikameskhenet – Thanks for your review!! ^^

Hikarigirl18 – I read your ficcies too, Hikarigirl18, real good!! ^^

Mya Starnight – I'm not going to give away the pairings so soon, so just keep reading SotBM!! *hinthintnudgenudge*

Meilin Hikuro – Yes, poor Yami… But I had fun writing the first chappie of SotBM!! *smiles* *thinks about Yami being tortured by OC and bursts out laughing too*

Kitsune Spirit - Thanks for your review, Kitsune Spirit!! ^^

Fire – Thanks for your review!! ^^

Shadowed – Thanks, Shadowed, I really appreciate it!! ^^

Blood – I remember you, you also reviewed my other story Dance of Blood!! Thanks for reviewing both my stories!!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, but I do own my own characters. Steal my OCs and die!! *inserts evil laughter*

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A girl, with silver-streaked golden hair, walked along the bustling streets of Lower Egypt, her dark hazel eyes darting from person to person, looking for a suitable target to pickpocket. She was an orphan, long abandoned by her parents when she was eight. Now she had blossomed into a beautiful sixteen-year-old maiden, though the streets had hardened her. Lower Egypt was an extremely harsh place, a gaping difference from the streets of Upper Egypt. Here, there were shady characters and criminals all about, and the girl had learnt her way to survive.

Her sharp eyes spotted an ideal target – a man who looked rich and well-dressed. From his belt hung a heavy pouch which clinked with gold whenever he moved slightly. He was deeply engrossed in an argument with a stallholder.

She stealthily made her way over to him, revealing a small dagger. The girl slit the thin strand of ribbon that held the pouch, snatched the pouch and quickly made an attempt at escaping unnoticed when the man turned around to see who had bumped into him. Too late.

The man had started yelling at her when he realized that his pouch was missing and immediately started chasing after her. The girl cursed under her breath as she broke into a full sprint, brushing against others rudely as she escaped from the man. But the 'victim', had somehow managed to get closer and closer to her every second. She skidded and turned the corner quickly, looking back to see if she had finally lost him.

She let out a startled yelp as strong hands yanked her into an alley. A hand was immediately clamped over her mouth to silence her. "Quiet!!" a voice said harshly. Somehow she knew that she could trust him, and immediately fell silent as the man whom she had pick-pocketed ran past them. When he was gone, the person released her from his grip and she whipped around immediately to see who the person was, and was deeply startled as she found herself looking into orbs of deep violet.

"Thank you," she said breathlessly, still quite worn out from the sprint earlier on.

There were two people other than her in the same alley – a silver-haired youth with startling violet eyes, and another youth with blond hair and lavender eyes. "You're welcomed," the blond youth spoke up, when his companion just gave a faint murmur of 'whatever'. "Who are you anyway??" he asked, noting that she wasn't the sort of girl that was pampered throughout her whole life.

"Kira," the girl said simply.

"I'm Malik. And he's Bakura," the blond said, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the silver-haired youth.

Their names were somehow familiar to Kira, as she finally exclaimed, "You two are well-known in this parts, are you not, King of Tomb Robbers and the Assassin who has taken many lives??"

Bakura turned to Malik accusingly. "Well, guess our cover's blown."

Malik merely shrugged.

The girl's spirit creature roared in answer as the palace guards surrounded its host. The flames on its heels flared suddenly as it lunged at the amazed guards in front of them, throwing them to the ground unconscious. Kira gestured to the fox to stop the assault, as she ran down the corridors of the grand palace, passing several astonished palace maids.

Kira burst into the royal court where all eyes swiveled onto her and her spirit creature.

"Kira!! Go, don't come back, they will kill both you and Pyralis!!" Bakura shouted, his hands tied behind his back. Malik was beside him, unconscious on the floor, wounds and bruises were all over his tanned skin. The fox tilted her head in confusion. It had never seen the tomb robber so worked up before.

"Let them go." The harsh breath of Kira was soft against the Pharaoh's neck. Bel um Fal twitched slightly. "Let Bakura and Malik go and I will gladly be banished to Am'mit the Devourer." Kira had her dagger against the Pharaoh's throat. The Pharaoh unwittingly moved slightly and the blade drew blood. The High Priests let out gasps of anger.

Pyralis the fox-like spirit creature eyed the Priests coldly, her dark crimson eyes daring them to come closer to the throne where her host had the Pharaoh by the throat. "Kira!! Turn back now!!" a near-hysterical Bakura was shouting. Beside him, the wounded assassin stirred slightly. Malik opened his lavender eyes and with great horror saw Kira beside Bel um Fal.

"Kira…" he managed to cry out.

The Pharaoh looked calmly from Kira to Bakura and Malik and back again to their protégée standing in front of him. "Your soul is pure Kira; I can see it in your spirit creature. You are pure." He turned to look at the tomb robber and the assassin again. "But are your companions?? One had murdered my father. The other has plundered my father's tomb. Are they pure, Kira?? Do you even consider them pure??"

Kira's voice was deadly and soft.

"Yes. Yes I do. They have taken me in, taught me the tricks of their trade, and trusted me. What other reason do I consider them pure?? I would have died on the streets of Lower Egypt if they had not helped me sooner." Her hazel eyes darkened to a shade of bloody crimson. "Is your father pure, Pharaoh?? Is your family purest in itself?? Are you pure?? Your late father destroyed their villages, Bel um Fal, first Kuru Eruna, the village of Bakura, and sacrificed 99 living humans to the gods to created the wretched things that are now owned by you and your Priests. Then it was Malik's village, for he had long heard rumours from that damned Priest Akunadin that it was a curse from the gods and that he needed to destroy it??"

Bel um Fal was silent, the turmoil in his crimson eyes showing Kira what was the emotions of guilt, doubt and confusion mixed together.

"Fine. I will let them go, in exchange for your life and your spirit creature."

"I accept."

"Kira, no!!" the King of Tomb Robbers and the Assassin screamed.

Kira removed the dagger from the Pharaoh's throat, and put it to her own. She closed her eyes. With a final strangled howl from Pyralis, Kira brought the dagger across her throat, drawing her own blood. The spirit creature howled, as its throat was also cut open, silver blood spilling onto the palace floor as it collapsed with a deafening thud on the ground. Kira collapsed too, her life spilling out onto the floor.

Bakura and Malik rushed over to her side. "Kira… please… don't die…" Malik said.

Kira merely smiled, as Pyralis slowly faded away into the shadows. Her lips were pale, and her eyes struggled to stay open to spend a few more moments with her companions. Bel um Fal was motionless, as he stared at the dying maiden before him. Bakura held her hand tightly.

"I'll see you in the afterlife, Bakura and Malik…" she said. With a final smile, she closed her eyes, and her hand went limp in Bakura's.

Bakura didn't say anything, as Malik murmured a silent prayer of farewell. His violet eyes darkened considerably.

He let a single tear drop from his eyes.

Keaira felt herself dissolve into nothingness before the scene. She reappeared again, somehow now surrounded by darkness. There was a soft sneer. She whipped around to see a figure emerge from the shadows. A tanned figure with spiked blond hair and evil lavender eyes.

"No…" she muttered.

"Ah, but yes young one. We meet again," the figure smirked, his voice devoid of all emotions. "Do you want to know what happened after Kira's death?? After your death??"

Keaira kept silent. No, she didn't want to know what had happened after Kira's death. She could never bear to go through it again. She retreated in fear as the figure stepped closer to her.

"Malik died himself from serious injuries. Bakura had to suffer another blow from the death of a companion. Do you not feel his guilt and remorse, young one?? Did you not know the reason behind why Bakura was imprisoned in the Millennium Ring??" the figure said softly, his voice dripping with venom.

Keaira sank to her knees on the ground.

"No… Please don't make me. I can't relive all that again…" she muttered softly. She yelped loudly as the figure grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him.

"Look at me, little one. I have come to be in this state, because of that accursed Pharaoh and Malik!! I want revenge; I want everything to be killed by me…"

Keaira let out another yelp as she tried to recoil from him.

"Bakura killed Mahaado the High Priest, little one. He got the Millennium Ring and used its powers to try and kill the Pharaoh… Bel um Fal successfully trapped him into the Millennium Ring by focusing on the deaths of Malik and you. That fool had not forgotten you two, and let down his guard…"

"No… don't say anymore… NO!!" she screamed.

Keaira sat upright in her bed. She was shaking, and beads of perspiration rolled down the side of her face. Malik, hearing her scream, immediately scrambled out of his own room and to her side. "Keai?? What's wrong??"

"The dreams. They started again…" muttered Keaira, as Malik pulled her into a comforting embrace. Her sobs wracked her shivering body as she fought miserably to fight back the tears. The dreams of her past self had occurred first when she turned 10, letting her know what her past self had done some 3000 years ago, but they had stopped suddenly when she had figured out who she was those years ago. But now, somehow, after meeting Yami again, they had started, once again.

"The dreams are nothing to fear, Keai. What's past is past…" Malik said softly to her.

"No… It's not that…"

Malik was quizzical.

"Malik. I saw… Marik again…" she said in a terrified whisper. "Somehow… he knew what had happened 3000 years ago. He said… he wanted to take revenge on the Pharaoh and you. And somehow, he also mentioned Bakura…"

The silver-haired spirit, who was standing in the doorway of her room, he too curious to find out what Keaira was screaming about in her dream, froze to the spot. Malik tensed. His darker self, he couldn't have known what had taken place all those years ago… unless… he found a chance to slip back into the past like what Yami Yugi did in the Memory Arc??

Malik sensed the presence of Bakura, as he turned to face the former tomb robber. "This, this can't be true…"

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To be continued:

Shadows of the Blue Moon

Chapter Three: Infiltration into the Past

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Malik, Keaira and Bakura find out that Marik has found a way to escape from the Shadow Realm he was banished to by Yami Yugi, and worm his way into the past and found out what had happened in Ancient Egypt 3000 years ago. And why are Isis and Rishid both back in Domino City?? And what has happened to the Memory Tablet of the Pharaoh??

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Darkness-Fire:

*rereads second chapter* I do not believe that I just wrote that dream sequence. 0__0 *pictures OC having Pharaoh Bel um Fal by the throat* Okay, maybe I do. ^^; Sorry that Yami wasn't in this chappie, but we have Pharaoh Yami as a substitute!!

Keaira Ishtar:

*sweatdrops* Is she always like this??

Shadow:

Yep. Bear with it.

Darkness-Fire:

Really. I do not know what they call those monsters which used to reside in the souls of the people of Ancient Egypt. So I just named them 'spirit creatures'. ^^U Anyway, there are both good and bad spirit creatures, depending on the person's soul. Pyralis is one such example of a 'good' spirit creature.

Pyralis:

*swishes tail*

Darkness-Fire:

Please review!! Plushies to all those who review my stories!! ^^