Shadows of the Blue Moon
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By Darkness-Fire
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Chapter Seven: Cold Dungeons
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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?? But meanwhile, a long-gone enemy has resurfaced from the Shadow Realm, and he altering the course of history in Ancient Egypt, 3000 years ago. Will the rivals team up to destroy him, or will they fail and let him take over both Upper and Lower Egypt??
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Darkness-Fire:
Ah yes!! I'm baack!! After weeks of homework and assignments and tests and evil teachers, I'm baack!! So sorry for not updating earlier!! *sobs* Forgive me? *puppy-dog eyes*
Shadow:
Right…
Darkness-Fire:
*ignores muse* I finally found some well-deserved off-time all to myself, so I decided not to keep all of you out there in suspense for what will happen in this chapter… *sees past chapters* Alright… who messed up my format?? The spaces in between the paragraphs are thrown completely off track!! Grr… Ah hell… I have no time to straighten that out…
Trueyamigirlfriend – o.O… Yami plotting revenge against Bakura… Anyways… thanks for your review!! *gives plushie*
Rach – Thanks for your review Rach!! How's school going on for you?? *Gives Seto plushie*
Akiko-Saulii – I just realised I spelled your pen-name wrongly in the last chapter… *smacks herself on forehead* so sorry!! Thanks for your review!! *gives plushie*
Darkness-Fire:
Now… The long awaited chapter for SotBM!!
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Disclaimer: Do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. Wish I did though… *sighs* Steal my OCs and die!! Muahahaha…
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Kira jolted awake, finding herself in a prison cell. She tried to move, and found that her hands were currently tied behind her back. Looking around, she saw Malik a few feet away from her in the same cell, still unconscious. Like her, weak, and covered in wounds.
Memories of what had happened yesterday suddenly rushed back to her with velocity, making her head throb in pain. She shook her head to clear it, and in doing so, the strip of cloth tying her hair into a ponytail fell away, and in a swift movement, her hair unravelled and fell over her shoulders.
Yami… Obelisk… he betrayed us…
Slowly and painfully, she gathered herself up from the cold floor of the dungeon, and inched over to Malik. Kira nudged her foster brother gently, smiling a little as he stirred finally, his blond hair dishevelled and lavender eyes unfocused.
"Wha—what happened…?"
"Obelisk happened, that's what. That Pharaoh is a traitor…" Kira snapped, her dark hazel eyes hardening into a shade of almond. "And his guards threw us into the dungeons, which why we are here now with our hands tied behind our backs."
Malik felt around for his sabre, and found that it wasn't there… damned guards.
Reaching out in his mind, he searched for Sef… but he couldn't reach the fire griffin…
Sef!! Where the hell are you??
Silence.
Sef!! Answer me… Please.
A weak beating of wings echoed around his mind. A weak screech. The sound of feathers and fur as the griffin tried to draw itself up.
Sef is too weak to carry on…
A thud, a flurry of wings as the creature fell.
A painful sensation graced his back, and Malik winced. The creature had injured his wings.
Turning to face Kira fully, he asked, "Bakura?? Where is he…?"
"I… I don't know…" Kira admitted. Her own attempt at calling upon Pyralis had failed. The white fox had serious gashes across her swift legs, cutting off the most valuable ability it had – speed. It couldn't even stand now, let alone run. The vixen couldn't help them now.
Realising that something was terribly wrong, Ryou bolted out of his house, pulling on a jacket to shield himself from the cool wind. His legs carried him faithfully to the Kame Game shop, where he stopped at the door, catching his breath. A flash of pain hit him across the right arm.
Yami… hang on…
Bearing the pain that he was sure his own Yami was feeling, he noticed that the shop was left open. Bursting into the shop, he realised that it was empty. It was most unlike Yugi to leave the game shop unattended… He sprinted up the narrow staircase that he was sure connected the game shop to the Motou residence together, and found Yugi's room.
Knocking on it, Ryou bellowed Yugi's name, hoping that the little one was alright. There was no answer, and Ryou immediately knew that something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Letting out a small cry of frustration as he found that the door was locked, he backtracked a few steps.
Drawing a deep breath, he assaulted the stubborn door many times, ramming into it with his shoulder, before the door finally gave.
Stumbling into the room, Ryou found the younger Motou unconscious; his tri-coloured head slumped on the table, cushioned from a bruise by his arms spread out in front of him.
Yami no Yugi… how could you…?
"My… my… my… May I join you??" A scathing voice laughed, a figure appearing out of nowhere in a mist of shadows.
Lavender and dark hazel met pools of cold dark lavender.
"Marik!!" Malik spat venomously, his clear lavender eyes narrowed in anger. The spirit of hate had killed his father, and had tried to kill everyone in the Battle City, before Yami had banished him. No… not Yami… the nameless Pharaoh. He had long severed any ties of friendship with the Egyptian spirit ever since he betrayed them.
"And how are you, dear dear Hikari?" Marik said coolly.
"You are no Yami of mine!!" Malik snapped at the taller one.
"Hikari… What a thing to say… I am after all your Yami. You were the one who created me…"
"And you were the one who hurt me!!" retorted Malik, fire flaring in his lavender eyes. "Which Yami would ever hurt his other? Which Yami wouldn't help his Hikari get back onto his feet? All these things… you never did for me, Marik!! What kinda Yami do you call yourself??"
"Malik…" whispered Kira fearfully. She had never seen her brother so worked up before… She had never been there in the Battle City… she had only seen the newspapers reporting who had participated in the finals of the tournament.
She hadn't known then, that her brother was the ringleader of the Ghouls… until Isis had tearfully told her over the phone. She was shocked. Isis had then told her that Marik was the one who had killed the older Ishtar, her foster father. The only reason she hadn't known, it was because Isis had wiped her memories of the incident with the Millennium Tauk.
"But I helped you kill your father. You hated him, didn't you?? Hated him for bestowing upon you the curse of all Grave Keepers. And I knew. I knew and helped you kill him. Isn't that called helping, dear Hikari??" said Marik, a smirk twisting his lips.
"No…" Malik murmured softly.
"And yet you let the Pharaoh banish me into the Shadow Realm… Do you even have a heart, Hikari?"
Malik looked away, and Marik laughed.
"I knew it!! I am right, aren't I?" The blond spirit of hate laughed softly.
"Marik! Stop it!!" Kira shouted, her voice quivering at the edges. She never knew… never knew that Malik hated his own father so much that he wanted him dead. "Get out of here!! Get lost!! NOW!"
"As you wish, my lady," Marik chuckled, giving her a mock bow. The spirit cast a glance at Malik, smirked, and disappeared in a whirl of screaming shadows.
Malik collapsed on the ground, shuddering violently. "He's right… I wanted my own father dead…"
"Malik… brother… it's not your fault…"
"It is!! If I hadn't been so concerned with hatred, Marik might never have been created… And, and father wouldn't have been killed…"
"Malik!! Get a hold of yourself!! Father's dead and nothing can change the fact that he is!! Marik's just twisting your words around, trying to get you to surrender!! Can't you see that??" Kira shouted at him.
The blond teenager fell silent, pondering her words.
They both looked up when they heard voices.
"But Miss Mana!! The Pharaoh said that nobody is to visit the prisoners!!" an exasperated voice said, obviously one of the guards.
"I don't care; he has no right to stop me from visiting them!! And they'll starve if they have no food!!" a female voice shot back.
"But Miss Mana!! They are criminals; they robbed the tomb of the Pharaoh's father…"
"No buts!! I want to see them and I want to see them now!!"
A girl with long golden hair entered their field of vision. The two teenagers immediately recognised her as the protégée of Mahaado, the holder of the Millennium Ring.
"Face your backs to me," she said, whipping out a small knife.
Kira regarded her suspiciously.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt cha…" Mana said cheerfully, as she gestured to the ropes tying their hands together.
Kira sighed, and offered her hands to her. Within a few minutes, there was a clear snap and the girl pulled her hands apart, rubbing her swollen wrists soothingly. Mana did the same for Malik.
"Thank you, Mana…" Kira said gratefully. Sure, Yami may be a traitor, but at least the girl in front of her was helping them to at least get rid of some discomfort. The ropes had dug into her skin harshly, causing deep red marks around her wrists.
"Sure thing… but how did you know my name??" Mana asked suspiciously.
"I… erm… I…"
"She heard the guards talking about Mahaado the holder of the Millennium Ring and they mentioned you, his protégée…" Malik piped in helpfully.
"Yes, that's it…" Kira smiled nervously.
"I see."
"Pardon me for asking… but… do you know where our companion is??" Malik asked worriedly.
"Your companion??" Mana tilted her head quizzically.
"The one with the silver hair and violet eyes…"
Mana shook her head sadly. "You mean the tomb robber… Yes, I do know about him. I believe the Pharaoh is conversing with him right now."
"What??"
Bakura started as a cold liquid was dumped carelessly on him, jolting him awake. He blinked, and shook the water out of his hair.
"Alright… who was the fool who…" He looked up.
"You!!" Bakura spat, his violet eyes narrowed dangerously at his supposed-to-be ally, who was currently holding an empty water bucket in one of his hands.
"You're awake," Yami said simply.
Bakura suppressed a flinch. His voice was… cold?
"Honestly I would have believed that the Pharaohs were trained to recognise if a person was awake or asleep," Bakura said sarcastically, rising up to his full height. His muscles ached, as the pain washed over him in torrents. He glared at the shorter Egyptian before him.
The Pharaoh shrugged his shoulders fractionally.
Bakura snorted; he knew that he wouldn't be able to summon Diabound now, with him so seriously wounded. He would bide his time, waiting until he had healed sufficiently.
Ryou shook Yugi's shoulders frantically, praying that the boy was alright.
Yugi finally cracked a violet eye open, staring at Ryou blearily.
"Ryou… What happened…?"
"Yugi you're awake. Bloody hell I thought Yami had hurt you or something…"
"Look Bakura… I didn't mean to…" Yami started to say, but Bakura cut him off.
"Yami, I don't want to hear your explanations. You broke your promise to us Yami. All for what?? A girl who you know doesn't even love you!! And for that… Marik's going to screw the future!"
"Bakura… I…"
"I know what's it's like to have feelings for somebody whom you're not sure likes you back, Yami!! Damnit, Yami, I don't even know if she cares!!"
Yami arched an eyebrow, obviously shocked. "You don't mean…"
"Yes."
"By Ra. And she… she doesn't know about it yet??"
"No…"
"Then surely you understand Bakura!! I can't lose her. I lost her once, I can't lose her again!! When her teacher was killed by you, Bakura!! Ra, I never thought I'd seen somebody so upset!!"
"You can't just change the past and hope that everything would turn out all right in the end, Pharaoh!! Reality doesn't work like that!! We're just… just playing right into Marik's hands!!" Bakura yelled back at him.
"But…"
"You know the way Marik works, Yami!! He confuses people and lets them be his pawns!! And you, you are turning into one of them right now, Pharaoh!!" shouted Bakura, his violet eyes narrowed.
"Just as I thought, Tomb Robber. You don't understand. You never will. Prepare to be executed the day after the next," said Yami, regaining his composure. Turning on his heels, he stalked out of the dungeons, his cloak billowing out behind him.
"Oh but I do understand, Yami!! You're blinded, Pharaoh!! For a thing that doesn't exist!!" Bakura yelled after him, frustrated and tired.
The silver-haired tomb robber sank onto his knees, breathing harshly.
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To be continued:
Shadows of the Blue Moon
Chapter Eight: Sparks Fly
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Mana helps Malik and Kira when requested to help them escape, but at what cost? What will happen if Mahaado finds out? Bakura is visited by one of the six High Priests. And the one that visits him wields tremendous power; the power of a blue-eyed white dragon. What does he want with the tomb robber? And will Bakura escape his own execution??
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Darkness-Fire:
I admit, that last part was weird… ^^U But it's just a bit of the romance part coming in… I think…
Shadow:
You think??
Darkness-Fire:
Ah hell, you know that I suck big time at romance… Anyways, read and review!! And if you want a particular plushie, remember to include that in your review!! ^^ Yes, I think that's all for this chapter. Bai!!