Haku: -is grinning-
Y. Haku: -looks pissed-
Haga: -looks between them, confused-
Haku: -waves about her new glasses, which are the reason that Y. Haku's so pissed-
Y. Haku: -tries to snatch them away from her- EITHER PUT THEM ON OR PUT THEM AWAY! DON'T KEEP WAVING THEM ABOUT!
Haku: -pouts- Well, I got glasses a few days ago, which means no more tiredness and headaches for Haku! -Starts singing... badly- And I can see clearly now my glasses are on... I can see all obstacles in my way... -runs into a tree-
Y. Haku: -sighs-
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The beginning of the end
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Sleep eternal, Sleep forever, beautiful, warm, comforting.
Or death and it's ice coldness?
The rain had started, cold and thick drops from heaven that slammed relentlessly into the few people who dared wander the streets at night. There was a gentle 'splish' as one of the many strays of the city raced through a puddle, barking mercilessly at the clouds, as if his thunder could compare to that which raced overhead. Wind whistled through the cracks of the hoses in this poor district, and the ones inside huddled closer together for fear of something colder than the biting air that should have long past with the frosty months.
The shadow flicked overhead, barely visible for the cloud cover, and only noticeable by the way that the church spire cross rippled and bent, the passing noted by an inanimate object. The kind of happening to be claimed 'made by vandals' in the dawn.
But it was upon this bent spire that the creature landed, claws hooking into the metal of the spire, the cool steel literally boiling upon it's touch. A spiked, bony tail wrapped around the material, the ooze not even burning the creature's flesh as deep pools of velvet peered out over the night.
An inhuman roar split the night, causing those in the drafty houses to cling tightly to one another in terror.
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((Haku: Hands up everyone who likes the new Yugi?
-slience-
Haku: FINE THEN!))
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Dark... Dark all around. Spinning consuming, everywhere.
"Am I dead?" He heard the words, but wasn't sure where they came from, himself, someone else, God? He blinked in the consuming darkness. Blacker than midnight on an overcast night.
There was a snort which echoed in the darkness around him, a familiar snort laced with cold undertones that spoke of one who had forgotten how to use his heart. "Not quite yet, Puppy, but if that mouth of yours keeps moving, you will be floating by the pearly white gates." He knew that voice, the snide undertone, the insult, especially gave it away.
"Great, I'm in a world of blackness, and the only voice around is Kaiba's." He spat into the void, his voice dipped with the poison that had flooded his system only a few hours before, and he earned himself a snide chuckle in reply. He suspected he was in comatose.
"Listen to me Mutt; I'm your spiritual guide, here to free you from the darkness." There was a sick sense of humour behind the words, uttered in a complete deadpan that left the one the voice called mutt wondering whether what was said was true or not. "If you go the wrong way and die, the world will be much more pleasurable, so do what you're good at, and don't follow my directions."
"You have GOT to be joking!" He raged, both at the humour in the others tone, and the fact that he thought it all a joke that the blonde was surrounded by darkness. Enough so, that for a moment he didn't notice that his world was plunged into the light, as his eyes snapped open, glare ready upon his features. He blinked a few times to readjust his eyes to the world of colour and light around him.
Back came the mechanical noises that seemed to have left him in the state of darkness he was in, and a car omitted a low, rumbling whine as it chugged down the street below. He looked at each detail in the sterilized ward, the machine that was gently omitting a soft 'beep' periodically, to show that it was measuring his heartbeat, and the omnious IV that was attached to his right hand, and (when he couldn't avoid it any longer) a certain blue eyed face that was looking over him with the upmost amusement on his features, as Jou's vision cleared. The blonde scowled, and tried to make a grab for the CEO's neck.
"Of course I'm yanking your chain you idiot. And don't try to move. The Anaesthetic will wear off quicker. And trust me; pain is not a thing you want to feel right now." He smirked, looking smug with himself, as the blonde blinked, and tried to move his arm again. Once, twice, but still, it did not move even a fraction of a millimetre.
"I'm PARALYZED!" The Brooklyn boy yelped, fear flying through him faster than one could blink. The disposition of the one next to him seemed not to faze the brunette, who moved back into his seat and made himself more comfortable. He was overly tall, compared to most Asiatic people, standing at 6'1'' and showing every inch of it even seated in form hugging clothes that brought out that extraordinary feature. His long face suited his figure, as his stony features and chiselled looks. He was the image of ice beauty, down to his cold blue eyes, and cinnamon coloured hair.
He had finely chiselled lips from which only spilled words calculated and re-calculated to give the most pain and misery possible. In other words? He was an asshole, and the bane of Jounouchi's life.
"It was quite a poison they found in your system, mutt, extremely potent. You're quite lucky they found you when they did. Even after the toxin was removed, it had wreaked havoc on your body. In other words, you're a vegetable. Not much of a step down on the food chain from where you were dogging it before." A low growl left Katsuya's throat. "Now, now, puppy, Dogs can't talk."
"It's never stopped me before." The blonde shot back, his anger flaring within his eyes, concentrating on the CEO's features, and wondering what they would look like crushed and broken upon the pavement.
"Yes, but before you could at least follow around like the withering puppy you are, instead of just lying there and waiting for your master to come to you." A flare of red coated Jou's vision, as he tried to leap out of the bed and preferably rip Kaiba's throat out.
Kaiba stood up. "Puppy, the doctor's reports state that you should regain full use of your limbs within a few weeks. It seems that the paralysing agent in the poison was only temporary. Either that, or you've eaten so much junk in your life that you've" he allowed himself a smirk "gotten used to incidents like this."
"Why are you here anyway?" Jounouchi asked, scowling at the tall man above him.
The CEO's smirk grew larger. "Why, Puppy, didn't you know? I own this doghouse."
Jou growled. There was something about the fact that your greatest enemy owned the hospital you were in which made one feel uneasy.
With a swish of his pristine white trench coat, the CEO turned on his heel, his buffed shoes letting out a soft squeak upon the green linoleum.
Reaching the door, however, one silver armbanded hand upon the doorknob, the brunette turned. "Just who did this to you anyway?"
Jou scowled, he'd been trying not to think of that little fact, purple cat eyes, that froze his heart when he even thought of them, bat wings shooting, beating mercilessly to instill fear, and a dangerous rattail that flew out and easily knocked a stopsign in two as it swayed gently from side to side. But the face, round, soft, gentle, and set into a grotesque expression of pleasure and bloodlust.
His own screaming voice crying "Yugi!" and the frightened way another had screamed desperately, tearfully, "GET BACK JOU!"
The pain of glass biting into his frame, and the smirk upon the boy's face that he once thought of as friend. And the prominent fangs in that smile.
He turned his head, so the CEO couldn't see the lie upon his face. "I don't know." But the blue eyed teen knew, he knew as he stared at the lethargic figure, rendered immobile on the bed. The truth was something Jounouchi just couldn't face.
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A long string of swearing split the otherwise pristine silence of the maze-like soul room of a certain ancient spirit. This spirit was sitting by a large, wrought-gold door which bore the inscription of a large eye of Horus. The ground about him was littered with hairpins, and he swore once again in frustration as another one broke. He reached into the small box next to him, which had appeared out of nowhere, when he had expressed a wish for a way to open the large and threatening door in front of him. The hairpin slid into the lock, and once again, the swearing began.
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Haku: Sorry for the short chapter, but I did hint at a LOT this chapter... like who one of the three people who actually die is. (And no, I'm not changing my plot. If Jedi thinks she can kill off mah poor Baku, then I'm allowed to mess with the characters. This is an angst fic, remember.)
Y. Haku: -growls-
Haku: Oh, and... -holds up a signed piece of paper- I'm now a member of the spectacle squad!
Haga: I'm the founder!
REVIEW REPLIES:
Galenhiril- Oh yes, Geralton was funfun! And Poor poor Jou's alive! -grins-
Vanishingact- Sorry for the lack of update... I'll get things done quicker in the future, I promise.
tati1- Of course I'm not killing Jou. As for the plot... well... you'll just have to see now, won't you? -grins evilly-
Spiritual Winds- WHOO! Darkshipping glory! Nah, but Malik and Haga just doesn't work. Malik/Ootogi does though!
Y. Haku: You've been far too influenced by your friends, Haku.
Bayleef- -X Files music plays- Whoah, that IS creepy. So how's Yugi? A complete 180 from his original personality?
Puying- You flatter me. It's not that good. Angst is just my specialty.
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Haku: Anyways, sorry for the short chapter. Next chapter, Seto gets a night-time visitor, and Bakura and Ryou show up!
Y. Haku: Read and review!