Yugi did not have to wait long, for his nightmare reincarnate just looks down at him, looked down in a gaze that read 'I am far better then you, you puny little foul creature, why should I answer your pitiful request?' The dark one then curled one piece of his lip up in what must have been a small smile as he shrugged and responded, ruby eyes pinned on Yugi. "Why, oh little innocent one, why have I spared your life?" He smiled, and it was scary, "what don't you tell me, you know, don't you, you know why."
"I-"
"Tell me." Suddenly he was far too close for Yugi's comfort, his hand inches from Yugi's throat. Yugi did the only reasonable thing he could think of, he shrunk away.
"You really are worthless?"
Yugi didn't know what to say to that comment; he just gazed into the dark ruby eyes, gazed and froze. It took a little while for Yugi to realise it wasn't a comment but a question. Slowly Yugi swallowed, feeling every muscle in his throat work to do so and hearing it like a loud gulp. It was the only sound between them. He tried to speak, he knew he opened his mouth, knew he took the breath in and yet nothing came out, he couldn't speak. He didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do. Still he tried to say something, anything but nothing came; his voice was lost leaving him soundlessly opening and closing his mouth.
To his absolute horror the dark one threw back his head and laughed. He got up and left Yugi lying in the dirt but he was still smirking, giving off little chuckles every time he glanced at Yugi. Yugi closed his mouth, and tried to get up but of course that failed as not only was he choked mere moments ago and was unconscious but he had also exhausted his body running away from that… this thing!
Finally controlling whatever was so funny he came and stood in front of Yugi, cold eyes bearing down from the superior being. "You are worthless, aren't you? And to think I actually- I actually…. Did that for you." His eyes though cold had held at least a bit of mirth to them but they suddenly returned to being freezing. "You better have something to tell me little human child, and it better be something good."
Yugi didn't know what to say. How could he possibly know… wasn't that the same question that Yugi had asked mere moments ago. "See, about that…" When Yugi had trailed off the dark being just watched him expectantly then realising that was all that was going to be said twirled his hand in a simple 'go on' fashion. "If- if I were to tell you… would you kill me?"
"Ah, you think if you do not say then I'll spare your life until you do?" Yugi nodded hopefully. "No, little one, that is not the situation here. If you wish I shall explain, though note my displeasure at having to. You, little one, are nothing. Nothing. You are alive right now simply because I deemed it so. If you were somehow able to get that croaking voice of yours to yell, no one would help because nobody cares about you. Simple, eh? I am no ordinary creature of the dark, and I am not pathetic like you. You will die, yes, because that is why I am here. Perhaps you should realise the manner in your death is completely and utterly up to me and you pleasing me would, in fact, be in your best interests. Now, if you'd stop looking for a way to escape we can get on with it- I know you cannot run and even if you could it would not be fast enough."
Yugi smiled then, he smiled and looked up at the dark creature. His smile was not evil, it had no hint of malice but it also wasn't friendly. He looked down and giggled into his hand. The figure of Yugi's nightmare took a threatening step forward, fell into an easy crouching position and roughly grabbed Yugi's chin, with a sharp jerk Yugi suddenly found himself staring straight into hard ruby eyes. Yugi' mirth died on the spot, he did not blink and did not breath but the ruby's looked away as the head they belonged to shook, as if to dispel a thought or sight then he grabbed Yugi roughly by his upper arm he hauled him up. He did not let go, he knew he was the one in power and to let go would cause Yugi to drop but he spoke, and it was in a harsh whisper. "You think me funny, boy? You, the one who's going to die?"
"Well…" said Yugi, suddenly not feeling like laughing at all. "…No."
"Then what," he spat, "was so funny!" With that he gave Yugi a little shake.
"Well, see… here's the thing. I've had an extremely rough go from day one in this land and you'll be glad to know a lot of my distraught was caused by you but if you really want me to tell you anything at all I would really like it if you'd put me down because I'm finding it hard to speak like this." Yugi was dropped. "Gee, thanks," he mumbled.
There was absolutely no logical explanation for any of it. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but besides from the obvious change in scenery there was something amiss. When he was a small child he had this… fascination with dragons. When he was small he would have these dreams, dreams that made no sense and were buried very deeply in the back of his head as he grew older. But now, here, in this place he had to try and believe that there could really be no such thing.
The ground was made of dark soil and the clouds were so high, forever in a state of storms. He could see peaks of mountains disappearing in the high mist and once, he swore he saw something flying up in the sky…. Something with a huge body and wings. It took time for him to convince himself this wasn't real, took a great amount of time still to convince himself it was. But whatever and wherever he was it made him increasingly uneasy. He had climbed over huge hills, slid across steep cliffs and slept, of all places, in caves or nooks in the mountainside. In all that time, approximately 4 days he had not seen another living soul. There was himself, him and then there was himself again, but that was all.
It was on the 5th day of endless journeying that he had come into what appeared to be a small paradise. One cave had warm air and a cool pond of water. He was going to stay there but the absolute lack of food meant that it was no option; instead he had taken to travelling inside the cave. After hours of nothing he heard voices. They were raspy but clearly female and who better to ask for directions than them. He was not stupid, nor did he pretend to be and quietly crept forward to get a better look at his soon to be rescuers. He froze. The things he was watching… they were… they were not human. Their skin was that of putrid colours, hair dusty and vibrant at the same time. Long feathery wings protruded from their back and, he noted suddenly feeling none too well, their feet were that of enlarged birds. "Harpies," he breathed.
Though he only breathed the word the Harpies chatter instantly ceased and their heads whirled around to stare at him. He stopped breathing and ducked.
"Shhhh."
Gods, they knew he was there. This… this was not happening. It- it couldn't be. But the hushed voices, whispering none too softly carried over to him as feather light footsteps inched nearer and nearer.
"Did you see that?"
"Something is here."
No, someone, I saw him."
"Him? Such fun."
His heart started to pound in his chest, he dared not move but also dared not stay where he was. He could hear the footsteps approach then… nothing. He heard not a single sound. Seconds passed as though they were minutes, and it was more then he could bear. Grapping all the courage he could muster he looked from his hiding place and when he did he came into contact of three very sharp pairs of eyes. "Gah!" He fell backwards with a thump. Two of the Harpies fell to the floor laughing as if his reaction was nothing more then amusement, the other harpy however, edged nearer and nearer, her face a dark smile as one withered sharp hand come painstakingly close to his eyes before trailing gently down the side of his cheek leaving a small yet noticeable scratch. He dared not move, he saw no way to escape and knew the situation was quite bad.
The one who scratched his cheek, and therefore closest to him turned to the other two and said something but he was not listening, his attention was fully drawn to the fact that all three harpies were distracted and thought it the perfect chance to attempt, no, to make his escape. He was quick on his feet, always had been and acted decisively for he was up and past the first harpy before she had enough time to turn and look at him, the other two would be tricky but so long as they were still caught up in mirth and not on full alert he should be able to just get past, and he did. He raced, sprinted himself as far to the soft light at the end of the cave and dove out as fast as he could, his attention and awareness fully behind him with the angry Harpies who are now close at his tail.
What he belatedly realised as he was plummeting from the thankfully steep cliff top and therefore clean plummet to the ground not banging off of hard rock, was that to jump when you saw the light at the end of the tunnel was bad indeed. Yes, he concluded, very bad for another revolution made itself known to him as the wind caught on his long jacket, though he could not fly, the harpies definitely could and they were none too happy. The sounds of their angry screeches pierced his ears, and he watched, horrified with the startling revelation that falling to his death was actually the better choice. The wings to the harpies were folded back as they were plummeting as fast as they could to catch up to him; their long arms extend with sharp claws pointed at him.
To his complete and utter horror the loud sharp, ear-splitting cry of the harpies was reciprocated and he watched in stock dismay as heads popped out of nowhere and other harpies chased after him. This was indeed a very bad day. Finding the fact that though it was but mere seconds he had fallen he was curious as to how long he had left, more accurately, how long before he was saved by death from the winged harpies that were rapidly catching up. With some difficulty he had managed to twist his body so he was staring downwards.
Oh.
A loud sound suddenly rang through the air and he had to twist again to see what caused it. His eyes widened and his fists clenched. If the cliff side hadn't been so steep, and if there had been ledges to grab a hold of then he suddenly knew, without a doubt that he would have been frantically grabbing regardless that the action would have doubtlessly caused his arm to snap. For what he saw now was… was, well it really would have been amazing had he not been plummeting through the air, helpless.
The loud sound had reverberated off the sides of the cliffs and the mountain shifted as sparkling crystal rock rose right out of the cliffs, large wings expanded as the creature howled its outrage once more before leaping off the cliff and plummeted to follow the terribly horrifying fall. Now was a good time to hope to hit land for surely there was more to come if only to add fuel to the fire of his freight.
The dragon, for that's what it was, was huge; it was quite possibly the only thing that was in his line of sight at the moment. Not only was the body long and thin, made for speed in diving but it had claws, not friendly looking claws. The mouth was full of sharp pointed teeth and it had horns, long, pointed, delicately dangerous horns. Two from the back of its agile head and one, one where the nose should be ridiculously making him think of a unicorn.
The beast had already caught up to the tail end of the harpy parade of death, a few upon seeing him had tried desperately to find safety in the cave walls but the sharp sound of a tail slapping flesh and rock didn't leave much hope. The ones in the fore, the ones nearest to him started to scramble as teeth chopped at them like a cat would a fly, often missing but every now then…
If this experience weren't so very terrible and frightening he would have really enjoyed the sight of the dragon. It sounded crazy but since he had the option of splat and food he found himself admiring the large creature before him, after all, how often can one actually see a dragon? Given better circumstances would have really been nice but since he didn't he found he wanted his last sight to be figuring out how those large wings moved and how a dragon could be so terrifying and so beautiful at once.
And so, when he realised the end was almost up he closed his eyes and clenched his fist and fell with a dignity beyond most for not once had he bothered to scream or panic, merely he accepted his fate. The ground was near but the dragon was nearer still and as the large mouth snapped shut he ridiculously though how odd it was that he could feel the warmth of breath from such a fierce creature.
He was an elite! An elite damn it! Why was he sent on such a ridiculous mission, why? There was absolutely nothing special about the small boy in front of him. Nothing. He was a small, worthless… weak. And he looked a right mess. He was pitiful really, the lowest of the low could probably take him out- he looked just smart enough to go and pet a Kuribo. His inability to speak clearly spoke well enough of the child's intellect.
So why had he saved him… well why had he not killed him? Yami quite honestly did not know but he was about to find out, he was about to know why because if that boy didn't tell him and tell him now then that boy will just not going to live any longer. It was that simple really. So here he was, standing, cowering more like it over the small worthless human- waiting.
Then after a second of composure he started off a liitle shakily, "well, I suppose the reason you were sent to kill me," he waited a second; looking up at Yami and realising the boy wanted a confirmation Yami nodded his head. "Was because I have this weird and horrible ability to-" But before the small human could tell him what was oh-so-special there was a rustling in the forest causing both boys to look up. Sure enough someone casually stepped into their sites, it was a girl.
Yami looked up in astonishment, it really couldn't be her… it couldn't, could it? Her hair was blond and was a little messy. She wore no hat on her head and no boots on her feet. She only wore one gauntlet and that was the one on her right wrist, the one that held her staff. It had to be her, there's no way it couldn't be with that weapon, he raised his eyes to look into hers and was surprised to see a small fire of determination harden what was usually blue orbs of delight. At the back of his head Yami realised she was still wearing her battle armour but the fabrics that fell so nicely was rather torn and dirty.
He came to two realisations.
One, she was not as he remembered her to be.
And two, she looked a downright mess.
Either way Yami was too distracted to notice her eyes dart quickly to the feeble human or how her eyes had hardened after that quick assessment. Instead he stood where he was and waited her approach, her return to his command. There was absolutely no doubt that she wouldn't start to run to meet him, to beg forgiveness for her disappearance. She would come, probably once more forget her role as one of his monsters and be so grateful that he had found her as to jump into his arms being very indebted. So when she took a few slow calculated steps closer and her face remained hard and unfeeling, when she raised her staff and tilted her head slightly he was not expected, nor did he believe that she- that she had- had actually attacked him. It wasn't until his reflexes kicked in and he narrowly dodged the blast of spell power that Yami consider to re-think his disposition towards her.
He stood in stunned silence as she stood in front of the whelp of a human, as she took on a defensive stance against him. Him! The dark prince! Her one and only master. His eyes darted to the child and was gratified to note his expression mirrored his own, stunned and silent. But then a small smile played on his lips and Yami was absolutely horrified to find HIS Dark Magician Girl returning that self same smile. It was just downright unnerving.
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Draggy: hi, sorry I hit a stump in my story but I brainstormed with a friend. Anyway, my mom's out of the hosp. I have no school and I lax around a lot so the next update shouldn't be too far off. Tell me what you think so far… Or you can guess at stuff yet to come or characters that are unknown but will be…