Dark Crimson Night: Resurrection
Author's note: And now this crazy fic really begins. Hope you enjoy. ^_^
Warnings: Yaoi, cussing, death, blood, mass destruction, lots of dark things and who knows what else at this point.
Pairings: Not going to tell yet. ^_~, though you can probably guess.
Disclaimer: No ownies. ^_^
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"Yugi has been dead for fifty years."
"What?!" That was all Yami could say in answer. The dark spirit leapt to his feet, or more tried too as he stumbled only to be caught by the tall former CEO. The crimson-eyed being collapsed back into the tattered cot beneath him, his eyes wide with shock and pain. He had known… there was no way he couldn't have… but still… he had had the tiniest glimmer of hope that maybe… Confused crimson eyes met sapphire, questioning silently. "But you… how are you… how are we…"
"There's a lot to explain," Seto Kaiba answered the spirit. "A lot to explain and little time to tell it."
"No kidding." Yami looked up at the new voice, surprise registering on his face. Leaning against the doorway, Jou gave him a wry smile, brushing his now shoulder-length hair out of his somewhat sobered amber eyes. "Welcome back Yami."
"What's going on?" the spirit asked, wonderment casting a glow in his eyes. "Fifty years… you should be older… if not dead."
"Apparently not," Seto interrupted, bringing the puzzled spirit back to the issue at hand. "It seems that the Sennen items have more of an effect on mortals than you realized."
"Effect?" Yami asked, confused. "The items should have no effect on mortals outside of their designated powers." Seto shook his head, glancing over at the blonde near the door. Jou shrugged in response.
"We don't know why exactly. Seto thinks it's because we both have had prolonged contact to shadow magic through the items." Yami couldn't help but wonder when Jou started calling Kaiba 'Seto'. "It's not just us either. Anzu, Honda, Otogi… even my little sister's still around," Jou answered. Yami frowned, his eyes moving from Jou to Kaiba and back. Though neither appeared to have aged much since he last saw them, both held a wary, tired expression in their eyes, proof that they had seen more to life than their appearance would tell.
Kaiba inparticular looked asleep on his feet. Dark bags lined his normally wary sapphire eyes and his shoulders drooped uncharacteristically. The dark spirit sighed heavily, his eyes dropping to the floor.
"There is one thing I would like to know," he murmured sullenly. "If Yugi is dead, then how am I here?" Seto met his eyes, his expression serious.
"I managed to create partial clones of Yugi, Ryou and Malik with the technology left around here. We needed bodies you three could inhabit until…"
"Until what?" Yami asked warily. Jou frowned, giving Yami a hard look.
"We told you that some of us are still alive, and still pretty young looking because of the items," he spoke grimly, unusual considering his nature. "Isis somehow regained some of her seeing abilities. She had a vision almost 16 years ago. It she was right, Yugi may have been reborn." Yami's eyes widened in shock.
"Yugi… reborn? Where? When?" his voice was desperate, panicked almost.
"We don't know for sure," Kaiba answered. "I created these bodies from the DNA of their past incarnations and a set of ancient Egyptian spells so that you three could help us."
"Three?" Yami looked dumbfounded. "Don't tell me you…" The spirit spun, eye twitching at what he saw. Two cots lay next to his own, each holding a sleeping figure. Yami stood slowly, wincing t the pain in his head as he stiffly stepped towards the cots and stopped before the first.
"How did you know?" he asked, brushing a spiky lock of hair from the face of Malik's former dark personality.
"That the bastard managed to complete the tearing of Malik's soul and imprisoned his darker self? I didn't," Seto answered. "Isis told us."
"We'll have to be careful with him," Yami murmured, watching the newly created yami with sad eyes. "Even discounting his mental state, he's never been separated this completely from his hikari." Seto nodded as Yami turned to the third cot.
A scowl darkened the spirit's face. Crimson eyes narrowed in anger and disgust. He reached down, a hand wrapping around the golden ring the figure wore. The pale being's hand shot out, gripping Yami's wrist painfully tight. The spirit found his eyes caught in the harsh, crimson-brown eyes of the Sennen Ring's spirit.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice?" the former tomb-robber hissed. Yami glared back, releasing the Sennen Ring and shaking his hand free.
"Would it matter? At least I'd be free of you," he snapped back, annoyed by the pale yami's arrogant smirk.
"Only for so long," Bakura answered. The pale yami's sharp eyes darted about, taking in every tiny detail of his surroundings. "Where are we?" His voice was more demanding than inquisitive. Jou grinned, unafraid of the silver-haired spirit and quickly explained the situation. Bakura nodded to the blonde, then to Kaiba after carefully digesting the information.
"So these bodies are only temporary until we find our hikari's new incarnations," the thief murmured. Seto nodded and was about to speak, but Yami interjected.
"Not that you would care," the puzzle spirit jibed, glaring at the tomb-robber. Bakura shot the former pharaoh a sharp look.
"Meaning?" he asked slowly.
"What do you care what happens to your hikari's new incarnation? After what you did to him I wouldn't be surprised if you enjoyed watching him die!" What happened next was so fast that Seto and Jou could barely see it happen. In a split second, Bakura spun, gripping the former pharaoh around the neck and shoving him against the wall.
"Say that again," Bakura's face was twisted into a deadly, gleaming mask of complete malice. Yami glared back, crimson eyes shinning in equal anger.
"We all know what you did to Ryou, bastard." Bakura's eye twitched in response.
"And what exactly is that?" the thief asked, voice deathly calm.
"Yami…" Jou could tell this was only going to get worse.
"You tell me where those wounds came from!" Yami growled. He gagged slightly as Bakura's fingers dug into the throat of his new body.
"Is that what you think?" Bakura asked, the anger in his voice barely controlled. "You think I enjoyed watching my hikari die? Do you think I enjoyed feeling every ounce of his pain, knowing I could do nothing?!" The pale spirit's voice was trembling with anger and the pain of remembrance. "Arrogant pharaoh do you thin k I could do to my own hikari what your own guards did to me!?" Bakura dropped the other spirit, spinning and throwing the cot he had been laying on against the wall. Seto grimaced as various vials of liquid shattered and fell to the floor. "You know nothing pharaoh!" Bakura's voice was strained. "Nothing…" The voice calmed, growing desperate. Yami couldn't help but breath a sigh of pity for the distraught tomb-robber. Maybe he had been wrong… but still. What were they to think?
"You never laid a hand on him?" Yami asked. Bakura shot the pharaoh a sharp glare. His dark eyes flickered, betraying a scaring pain that Yami was surprised to recognize as… guilt?
"I never harmed him myself, no. Not myself except for the one time I cut his arm while I was in control," the thief responded quietly. He let out a sight. "I never raised a hand to him… but I never stopped anyone else from doing it. I never touched him, but that doesn't mean I didn't hurt him." Yami blinked, unsure of what to say.
"What do you mean?" he asked. He was curious now. No one had really ever known what Bakura's relationship to his hikari was. They had only suspected…
"There are worse torments in this world then those caused by a hand," the thief replied cryptically. He glanced up at Kaiba, his eyes betraying no emotion.
"If he really has been reborn. This time… this time I won't let him go. Ever." Seto nodded to the former thief, understanding his thoughts.
"If Isis' prediction was correct, then all we need to do is find them." Bakura nodded, turning to where Malik's deranged yami slept.
"I can't believe he actually did it. And only to add to the Sennen Rod's power," the thief muttered. Jou raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" he asked. Bakura smirked at the blonde, sitting down beside the tanned yami.
"Malik and his yami were never truly separate beings. While Ryou and I, and the pharaoh and his midget hikari were completely separate entities…" Yami snorted at the insult. "… these two were completely bound to each other. That bastard actually ripped Malik's soul in half for his damn twisted game." Bakura snarled at the thought. Despite their disputes, he and Malik had understood each other well, to the point where the tomb-robber may have even considered the Egyptian a friend.
"He'll be trouble when he wakes," Yami noted. Bakura nodded in agreement, a shock if Jou ever saw one. It seemed even the pharaoh and the tomb-robber, despite their differences, could agree on something.
"His mind is already fragile, since it was created solely from dark emotions. We're going to have to find Malik as quickly as possible," the thief murmured.
"Hopefully they can learn to accept each other." Bakura nodded.
"Hopefully."
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Hissing darkness. Dark curling shadows. Glowing eyes… crimson… scarlet… color of dripping blood. A deranged chuckle, and arrogant cackle. Dark, deep shadow. A figure, open doors, glinting mahogany eyes.
"My Lord. The items…" Hissing… Quiet… snakelike sounds.
"Are with the priest?" A statement, deception. A twitch of fear in dark eyes. A laugh. Cringing. Voices. Mingling, changing, full of corrupt anger. "The time has come."
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Author's note: Well, I hope that cleared up some of this insane fic for you. A lot has happened, and the first few chapters may be kinda info dumpy. Hope you like. ^_^
Bakura: Now who is the damn psycho who killed my hikari?! *evil glare*
*smirk* You'll just have to wait and see.
Seto: *coughs*
Bakura: *eye twitch* What do you know that I don't?
Seto: *smirks* Oh nothing…
*sighs* Well, please review. And beware, there is more incoherent babble to come. ^_~
-Cat