No Yugi-oh owning…
Chapter Eight: The Rain Pours DownJoey looked to the left and Tristen to the right. Which way was Yugi in? Two choices but there can only be one final choice. The right one. Else their search would be for naught. The two stood perfectly still, wind billowed through the trees and whistled in their ears. Foreign noises surrounded them from all direction. Home was far away, too far away. Home was a thing in the past. And now they had only each other, only the three of them and now- now there was but two. This world- their world, it was so lonely, too lonely. Life was now that. The days dragged on, the day eternally hidden by night.
And they were lost.
Perhaps hope was too. Everything they knew was gone. Life as they knew it was gone. But hope? Hope still lived on, without it they would not be able to go on. They had hope that Yugi was still alive. They had hope that he would be fine- that everything could one day be fine. Hope- the only thing keeping them going.
One path led to their lost friend, the other… they did not know where that path would take them, if anywhere at all. No, but they could not risk the wrong path, to do so was to risk their hope- eternally in thought that they had chosen the wrong path. A path of lost hope. So with little argument the two remaining boys split up, one trudging forward one turning left. They would meet again. They had too.
Now there were three boys, all alone.
Yugi held tightly to the white monstrous wolf running for the life of both their souls. The rain was cold and hard. It made him want to sleep but at the same time the coldness kept him up. His hands were cold- frozen and he felt them loosening their grasp. The rain made Fangs fur slippery, they both were drenched. A trail of red water followed them as they attempted escape. Fang limped but pressed forward regardless. Yugi could only admire the strength of the beast beneath him. …He could never be as strong; he was weak, far too weak. He was pathetic. All those lives he could have saved if only… All those people, he had known, he knew! And he didn't do a thing to save them; he saved his friends though… only his friends. He was selfish. He deserved death, but it was too frightening. He didn't want to die! …But he killed all those people. Selfish. He deserved death.
The White Fang pack was too close; his Fang wasn't fast enough, not now that he was injured trying to protect him! Was another to die because of him? How many more lives would be sacrificed because of him. This wasn't fair, not for everyone else. Why! Why?
A wolf managed to get ahead and jumped in Fangs path, Fang tried to jump over the wolf- but his leg… A loud heart-piercing cry echoed through Yugi's ears. Fang was bitten again- all because of him. This wasn't right, it wasn't! Bur Fang still raced forward, soft whimpers pierced Yugi's ear with each running step. Tears mingled with the icy rain and Yugi stayed on, he would not fall again, he would not!
Fang jumped into a clearing… no, it was a meadow? A meadow! The wet straw prickled at his body, leaving wet marks like slashes, with each jump they hit into Fang and Yugi but neither cared, they had no time to care.
With the first leap into the new domain Yugi had slipped somewhat, his face slid- along with his body to Fang's left, eyes opening in shock, at first for slipping but more so because- no, it couldn't be, he was mistaken- he had to be mistaken... Ryou? Still clinging to the soaked fur Yugi tightened his grip and swivelled on the spot for a better look. It was simply impossible!
Ryou had suddenly popped his head out of nowhere and was gaping at him with wide eyes. "Get down you moron!" Another Ryou grabbed Ryou and forced him down, and then the two were covered from view.
Wha? Yugi's grip loosened again and he had to fight to stay on. He had no time to dwell on the mystery, no time at all for the wolves hesitated only a minute before they too jumped into the straw domain. And the wild chase for life continued.
Joey moved forward, he was now alone, alone for the first time in a long while. He had always had somebody else with him, always someone to protect or to be protected by. But now, now no one was on his side and he was in a place that gave him the creeps, every rustle of a leaf sent shivers up his spine, but Yugi, that guy was so brave. He could take anything and make it seem like nothing, like nothing ever bothered him. Oh it wasn't true of course, even Joey wasn't dense enough to believe the guy was impenetrable. Perhaps that's why he ran away… if he did in fact runaway. Maybe it was all getting to him. But he and Tristen, they would have helped. And now, now they were all alone.
Joey hated being alone above all else. Troubles catch up with you when you have too much time to think and not enough reminders of joy that a friend can give. Yugi had to watch as his Grandfather died, it must have eaten the guy up- but, but at least Yug knew the fate of his family. Joey had no idea what happened to his, for all he knew they could be withering in pain right now. …At least Yugi got to say goodbye, Joe would never get that chance. Yugi and Tristen are his only family now and if one of them gets hurt, if just one of them gets injured then…
No, best not to think of that, but… but how could he not. He only wished that he would be able to find Yugi soon, the guy was just more than a friend, he was- family. So Joey trudged forward. There was nowhere to go but forward.
The rain started to pour, and Joey soon became drenched, he took his jacket off and wrapped it around himself like a blanket, at least this way both shirts won't get soaked through. With nothing to do but trudge forward Joey did just that. Simply moving foreword in the darkness, he walked for hours, as straight as he could manage, not wanting to stray in case he narrowly missed his friend.
That was until he heard something, something that was utterly unfamiliar to his ears and yet… called to him. The sound was loud, deep, a mix between a growl and a shriek. It seemed to shake his soul. Joey couldn't go off track, he mustn't- but… he had to find that sound. He simply had to, but was it right to pursue such interests when he was on a self-mission? Of course not, Yugi could be in trouble. But… he simply could not ignore it. He HAD to see what made that sound.
The rain poured down on Ryou, his back was starting to ache since he was in the crouched position too long and his legs… they shouldn't be crumpled up as they were. Regardless of all this, the white-haired boy's attention was on the other boy just like him who was sneaking around the bushes to ambush the intruder from behind. But Ryou already knew who the intruder was, the Unknown Warrior Of Fiend. A monster that was already after him? The poor witch, what happened to her?
Ryou watched in anxious curiosity to what his other's reaction to the Fiend would be. What if his other handed him over? What would his fate be then? They could fight over him; see who gets to kill him. Ryou shuddered at the thought. Mayhaps the Fiend just came this way by coincidence. As long as his other does not reveal himself- and the Fiend does not look up then all should be well and over with shortly. It was raining, Ryou reasoned, who looks up in the rain? Taking in a deep silent breath Ryou watched in horrid fascination as his other circled around.
The rain didn't bother Bakura; he had learned to manoeuvre in it long ago. His training ran as far as infancy and he was virtually unstoppable. The ground would turn to mud and others would leave mud prints, but he would leave no tracks to be followed. His specialty was in his ability to act like a shadow to his victim, silent and dark. He was untraceable and an unwanted foe. It would be best to simply kill yourself than live in fear of his watchful gaze or sharp knife.
With ease Bakura made no sound as he stalked around his victim, within seconds the prey would be in easy sight. In less time than a blink Bakura had drawn his scimitars and moved on his prey. The Fiend was caught with the deadly curved blades sharp against his neck and Bakura at the intruders back mouth whispering deadly words in his ear…
"You are late."
"My apologies."
Shrugging Bakura released the Unknown Warrior though his voice stayed deadly and calm, a deadly whisper. "What kept you from my side, where did the Puppeteer go?"
"We were engaged… elsewhere. Though the puppeteer has found a new playmate. He is having fun at the moment, doing what he does best. Had you any luck finding your prey. You know the Master will not tolerate failure, especially from you and especially on this mission."
Bakura's lips thinned in silent anger. "Do you dare tell me what to do, are you, in fact, lecturing me my dear nameless one. Do not forget whom you obey. Your orders are to follow my orders, I do not take kind to lectures." The selfsame deadly whisper was oozing Bakura's distaste yet did not rise in tone. An obvious sign to run far, far away.
"I meant no offence. I am only here to remind you of your duty." The Fiend did a slight bow. "Have you found the boy yet? The master-"
"Do not doubt my ability or skill. Though you my friend and comrade seem to know more of this mission than I, why else speak to me in such insolence. Tell me what you know. Why is this boy so special? Why was I chosen for this mission and not Yami? Do you know any answers to these questions or are you simply dead weight that I get to lug around with me and scare away my prey?"
The Fiend growled softly in his throat but gave a quick shake of his head. "I know no more than you… though I can say this, Yami is on a separate mission. One of his own choosing."
"So we elites have been selected to pick on the weak. I believe there is more than I've been told. I hate being left in the dark. Do well to remember that, Fiend."
"I shall, my lord."
Just then a cold wind shook the tree Ryou stayed trapped and curled up in. In order not to emit a sound to give away where he was, Ryou took a deep breath in. But it ended up as a loud gasping breath. His body felt like ice, his feet and hands frozen and stiff. The wind did not help. But the breath was enough to make the Fiend swivel around and glance up, even if the rain obscured his vision. "What- was that?"
Bakura glared up at his prisoner who was now covering his mouth with both his hands, eyes wide and staring at the two. But the Fiend had turned back to Bakura and noticing his glare upwards looked up once again and this time he saw the helpless boy. "Is that him- the one you've been sent to destroy…. Why is he still breathing?"
"I-"
"You are known for your quick and lethal kills, yet he breaths. Your mission was clear, kill on contact."
"I was not done talking, fiend. I should kill you alone for the insolence you have shown me! Never question my motives. He could have been dead already had you not shown up." Bakura saw the doubt in the Fiends eyes, doubt!
The Unknown Warrior Of Fiend shrugged. "Very well, continue with his death, I shall witness it." When Bakura didn't immediately respond the Fiend moved under the net. "I am waiting."
Bakura glared daggers at the Fiend. "If you command me once more I WILL kill you with out a second thought. Am I understood?"
"Yes, my lord, I understand." He bowed his head once more in submission.
"Good. Now, I was having a lovely chat before you arrived and would appreciate finishing it before I kill him."
"I can HEAR you, you know." The boy said in feared aggravation.
Bakura glared daggers at the imprisoned white-haired twin. "Do you have ANY objections? He applied the question to his annoying servant. The Fiend opened his mouth to reply but Bakura's death glare transferred over to him and he shut his yapp instantly. He looked up again, then putting a hand over his eyes so he could look up through the rain, Bakura said clearly, his deadly whisper gone, "Where had we left off?"
"He's going to try and kill me. He's going to try and kill me! He wants me dead." The boy was looking frantically at the Fiend and was squirming in his net, like he was trying to get out.
"I want you dead."
The imprisoned boy shook his head to the sides. "No you don't." Bakura's near twin shot a fearful glance at the Fiend once more. "He's going to try and kill me when you fail to do so."
The words had an interesting effect on the Fiend, he glanced at Bakura for a mere second before the bone blade coming out of his arm shot out to a decent length, tip gleaming eerily in the night. The Fiend was nearly unsurpassed as one of the quickest monsters in this forest, his speed was very swift, fast enough to defy gravity like, say, running up the side of a tree's trunk. And he did. His legs moved in a blur and the boy was a wide-eyed piece of rock, unmoving. Bakura barely had time to react; he threw a scimitar at the rope holding his prisoner causing at least one rule of gravity to be obeyed. Within record-breaking time Bakura was beneath him, softening the fall. His catch was perfectly calculated.
The Fiend jumped from the tree; despite it's height and landed in front of Bakura. The elite dropped his former prey and allowed a most devious evil looking half smirk to cross his face as he pulled the other scimitar out.
"So you betray our master?!"
"I didn't do a thing? Why do I feel as if I've been left in the dark here, it feels like I've always been thus? Tell me, why did you react so to that useless boy's words? I don't like being lied to!" Bakura lunged forward.
"It will be my pleasure to KILL you Bakura. I've been waiting for such an excuse. Hope you don't mind."
Ryou sobbed as he was uncharacteristically dropped to the ground after screaming from the fall. He was still trapped by netting. Though the glint of one of his other's weird blades was stuck in the tree beside him. Cut rope laid beneath. Ryou smiled. He reached for the blade, just a little further, just a little, ah ha! Got it. Ryou cut himself free from his bindings muttering "At last!" He sorefully stretched his legs out. It took longer than expected.
Then the sound of his others blade meeting the twisted bone-sword of the Fiends wrist grabbed his attention. His other was winning. Ryou smiled, was there ever a doubt… But his other was going to fall. Ryou tried to give up but it was futile, he was too sore and frozen. There had to be something, Ryou moved his hands frantically about and came upon the hilt of his others blade, he had dropped it after freeing himself. The one that saved him, it could save his other too.
His vision, his vision couldn't come true! He had seen the Fiend and blood, so much blood! He couldn't let his other die!
Ryou grabbed a branch that was above him; he used it to pull himself up. It was now or never. Resisting the urge to sit on the nice soaked ground Ryou made his feet move. It was an act that cost him dearly but he managed to do it. Step by step he slowly made it closer to the battle seen, managing to stay upright the whole time, the odd curved blade raised in both his hands. Suddenly his other fell backwards, the Fiend standing above him.
"Good bye, my lord."
"Good bye." Ryou whispered as he shoved the blade down into the exposed back of the Fiend. Eyes squinted closed as soon the blade made contact, blood spilling out, covering his hands. Ryou closed his eyes tighter, trying to keep the earsplitting sound of the warriors death cry from his mind. He could feel as the blade slid past skin and went through bone; he could feel the muscles tightening around the blade. But he still pushed it in, down, down, down. The blood flowed down, down, down. The tears marred his face, falling down, down in the rain.
Bakura watched in disbelief as the boy- it wasn't a boy at all, why he was as tall as Bakura, stabbed the unworthy Fiend. The fiend made to turn and slice the boy in half but Bakura had his wits with him and swiftly caught the jagged bone with a scimitar. His… other let go and fell backwards, eyes shut tight and hands over his ears, blood soaked into his previously flawless white hair. He was muttering something over and over again. Bakura leaned closer just as the Fiend dropped to the ground- dead. "Make it stop- make it stop- make it stop- make it stop- make it"-
Bakura did something out of the ordinary then. He moved to the boy- his other's, side and pulled him into an embrace, he could feel the wet tears on his chest, even through the rain. He held him- he had to. He didn't know why, or what possessed him to do such a thing. The only thing he knew was he was holding someone in a comforting embrace, offering words of comfort while gently rubbing soft circles on his back as icy cool rain fell from the dark abyss above and blue blood surrounded them. Covering their clothes and their souls.
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Draggy: If it seems rushed a bit then uh, lol, sorry again. It's only, oh, 1:12 am. Hehe. (I'm getting kicked out of the room now) Oh well. No new monsters, though one just got scratched off the list… yeah.
Someone wanted Joey and Tristen to get monsters of their own. As such I feel the need to do so. (Gives me more to write about) So, PLEASE give me names to duel monsters! PLEASE! It really does help. Especially one for Tristen. He's a little left out at the moment. So, anyone have favorites, or liked the look of one.
Oh, and the timeline is obviously screwed. I set it with the appearance of the rain and since Yugi was first and more written in the rain, well, he's a tad ahead of everyone else. So, uh, I'm evening that out, … eventually. Heh heh. -_-;; yeeaah
Good news though- I wasn't going to have time for a squirrel story- but since I CANNOT *seethes* get on a computer with internet *world falling apart* I had ample time to write out the squirrel story. At least it 'tis long enough. ^-^ (*seething continues as authoress is tormented* boredom)
The story takes place three days since last I wrote… although you'll figure that out out in T-1 second…
It had been three days since the squirrel "incident" with Marik. And uh, well- three days of Malik taunting Marik and, well, three days of conversations just like, uh, this…
"Shut up, shut up, shut UP!!"
*sound of Malik laughing evilly* "Up, you mean the opposite thing that you did with that squirrel." *Evil laughter continues*
"Ahhh, yami, just- just- leave me alone!"
*Evil Malik laughter* Alone- like you were so none but me could witness your decline on gravity."
"Yes!!!" Marik hissed through his teeth. "Just like that, now go back in your damn soul room!"
*sounds of struggle, yelling and swearing, then…*
"Ack, not now Malik! I am mad at you!!"
*evil laughter* "Mad- like you were when you came home that day."
"I said, NO! Keep your paws where I can see them!"
*evil laughter* Paws- like…"
Isis closed the door and blocked out any and all sounds of Malik and Marik. They were infuriating and very annoying. Isis touched her necklace- she dared not take it off because the second she did Marik managed to somehow find out and she got a huge earful. *crash* She rolled her eyes. Something just fell over… Her door burst open and a seething Marik stormed into her room, went to the beanbag chair in the corner and folded his arms in seething annoyance. Water was heard running in the bathroom. Odd.
"What happened to-" Her words were cut short as her door burst open again. Malik came storming in, for some reason he was soaked? "Oh no- no, no, no- get OUT!! Not in my room!"
"But.."
"NO!"
"But…"
"No!"
"He, he-"
"Not in MY room!"
Marik looked up from his silent seething, put a finger under his eye pulled the skin done to show red and stuck out his tongue. The Millennial Rod casually held in his other hand.
After shooing the soaked teenager… who was older than her so he was really not a, uh, um… after shooing Malik out she picked up her book, her school bag and a light shawl and left her room as well. "This room better be the exact SAME as it is now!" With so much as a nod from Marik she left.
Downstairs she past the fuming and wet Malik who was cursing in Egyptian under his breathe. Pulling her shoes on she was about to leave when Marik popped up behind her. "Where are you going?"
"The park."
"Why!" O.O
"For some silent reading."
"But- but- does Marik know you're going there!"
"…No, but you can tell him, bye." Isis pulled the door from Malik's grasp and finally managed to shut it.
She picked a tree in the middle of the park, laid a blanket down in the shade and relaxed. The park had a lot of trees, paths and three play areas for kids but those were spread out and away from her secluded spot. Sighing in the sweet wind she picked up her book and started to read. That was, until the magic of her Millennial item decided to intervene. She could not ignore the item so she signed at the intervention put her book down once again and gingerly touched the item and concentrated.
Isis opened her eyes and looked around frantically- searching. No- no that was absurd, like that could ever happen. Even so she was a little nervous. She couldn't prevent the inevitable. Even so, if she left now… Picking up her blanket and book she shoved them into her bag and took one step forward when the situation came fully before her. She HAD to get away from the trees but- but- they were everywhere, she was surrounded! The way back, trees everywhere, she was trapped!
Tensely she took a step forward, eyes darting left to right to above. It was there; it was waiting, waiting to pounce- waiting for her. Isis stilled her frantically beating heart, she had to else she would tread tactlessly and she could have none of that.
She took one step, and then another, all the while looking up, or over or quickly behind. The trees seemed endless, their branches obscuring her vision. Then the wind picked up, did she hear a chattering sound- like little teethe nibbling on a twig? Something flashed quickly in the corner of her eye; she turned but saw nothing but a tree, a few leaves falling. Was it- no, it couldn't- wouldn't… Isis was backtracking, as far away from that tree trying to not seem freaked out. Which she obviously was.
Something jumped from one of the trees, she looked up- branches were moving but nothing was there. Isis was walking faster now- something jumped right above her head. Her heart raced. This wasn't happening! She caught site of a bushy tale. Gulping she moved even faster, walking quickly (scared) and efficient through the park- the park of trees and- something jumped just behind her, she turned around, something jumped in front of her she turned once more. There was a rustling sound in the bushes beside her, she ran.
The was trying desperately to high tale it out of there but even as she ran she could hear the sound of something small jumping just behind her, from tree to tree to tree- it was drawing closer- closer.
She fell.
…And heard snickering.
Suddenly her vision made sense- so it was possible, but that meant… oh- where those two going to get it! Isis ignored the jumping of the squirrels above; suddenly unafraid she stormed over to the bush. Reached inside and pulled out- Bakura? What the? No wait- it was Ryou and he looked a tad disoriented. And wherever Ryou was… "Malik! Marik, I know you're out there! I swear I'm gonna kill you if you don't show yourselves at this instant!"
"Marik? Malik? I haven't talked to either of them all day. What's going on, Isis?" She dropped Ryou, who was so surprised he landed roughly on his butt. She started digging around the bushes, "Come out, come out wherever you are!" She sang tauntingly. "Or else I'll have to kick your butt and you'll fly far." She was too busy looking for her brother(s) that she hadn't notice Ryou sneak off.