Authors' Note: This was written about two hours after my update,
while I listened to Evanescence's "Haunted" and "Going Under". I thought it
was oddly appropriate.
Disclaimer: You all know it. I certainly know it. I don't own Yu-Gi- Oh! I don't even own any freestanding copies of it, like a DVD or a VHS. Sadly.
Seto Kaiba jerked awake from the third time that the dream had occurred since twelve o'clock. The heat in his body, as always, dwindled mockingly; his fever had run rampant after that freak Ryou Bakura had commented cryptically on his state of being after the other dream he had had a few nights ago.
It was still a surprise to him that he had made it to the infirmary quickly enough so that he didn't vomit outside the bathroom. Additionally, he had made it to the toilet, even, so he should have been given at least some credit for that. The nurse had been startled and she was requesting that he sign in even while Seto ignored her and headed for the bathroom. The nurse had been asking him questions that he really couldn't answer (for example: "How high would you think your temperature to be at?") So Kaiba promptly, and rather conveniently, passed out and when he woke he had felt much better. Well enough, in fact, that he could call his driver and get into bed under his own will power. Then the fever rose in the night and with it the dream.
But now it was hot. Again. The familiar rough, calloused hands started to stroke his bare sides, sliding up his chest and fixed on his chest. The flesh on them was falling off, flaking in long, rotting strips, showing rotting muscle and yellowed bones that had been long in the crypts.
"Look." Hissed the whispering, catarrh voice, next to the vicinity of his right ear. Seto did, and the scene was terrible. The city before him was burning; people were running, screaming in the streets and unspeakable things were pursuing them with a horrible, single-minded intensity. Now and again, one of the terrors would drag on one of the fleeing people and begin to slowly-
Seto jerked awake again for now the fourth time, but now before the dream could finish. Oddly enough, though Kaiba was quite sure he was awake, the dream continued, or at least, did not end in the familiar way.
The catarrh voice continued to speak to him. "Sorcerer, when you see me, you will join me. Remember!" There seemed to be no choice in the way the thing said it. Seto's feverish body wracked, know unsuppressed, and his feverish mind screamed. And for a long time after the dream finished, Kaiba was left alone on the bed. And for the first time since he was ten, he wept.
Disclaimer: You all know it. I certainly know it. I don't own Yu-Gi- Oh! I don't even own any freestanding copies of it, like a DVD or a VHS. Sadly.
Seto Kaiba jerked awake from the third time that the dream had occurred since twelve o'clock. The heat in his body, as always, dwindled mockingly; his fever had run rampant after that freak Ryou Bakura had commented cryptically on his state of being after the other dream he had had a few nights ago.
It was still a surprise to him that he had made it to the infirmary quickly enough so that he didn't vomit outside the bathroom. Additionally, he had made it to the toilet, even, so he should have been given at least some credit for that. The nurse had been startled and she was requesting that he sign in even while Seto ignored her and headed for the bathroom. The nurse had been asking him questions that he really couldn't answer (for example: "How high would you think your temperature to be at?") So Kaiba promptly, and rather conveniently, passed out and when he woke he had felt much better. Well enough, in fact, that he could call his driver and get into bed under his own will power. Then the fever rose in the night and with it the dream.
But now it was hot. Again. The familiar rough, calloused hands started to stroke his bare sides, sliding up his chest and fixed on his chest. The flesh on them was falling off, flaking in long, rotting strips, showing rotting muscle and yellowed bones that had been long in the crypts.
"Look." Hissed the whispering, catarrh voice, next to the vicinity of his right ear. Seto did, and the scene was terrible. The city before him was burning; people were running, screaming in the streets and unspeakable things were pursuing them with a horrible, single-minded intensity. Now and again, one of the terrors would drag on one of the fleeing people and begin to slowly-
Seto jerked awake again for now the fourth time, but now before the dream could finish. Oddly enough, though Kaiba was quite sure he was awake, the dream continued, or at least, did not end in the familiar way.
The catarrh voice continued to speak to him. "Sorcerer, when you see me, you will join me. Remember!" There seemed to be no choice in the way the thing said it. Seto's feverish body wracked, know unsuppressed, and his feverish mind screamed. And for a long time after the dream finished, Kaiba was left alone on the bed. And for the first time since he was ten, he wept.