......... Yami to Hikari
/........./ Hikari to Yami
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) ( ) ( Boldface ) ( ) ( in the Shadow realm
The spirit filled every part of the young one's body, leaving the eyes closed for now and examining the state of his new vessel, internally the spirit frowned. Judging from the new, and old, wounds this boy was not in a very safe situation. He would have to change that. For now though... the spirit thought as he concentrated the Shadow energy filling him, leaking it out into the body he inhabited and healing its injuries. Everything from the broken and cracked bones that hadn't healed properly and the old scar tissue to the new tears, breaks, and abrasions were mended, leaving the body in perfect condition. The newly inhabited body stood, changing as it went, becoming taller, more lithe, its muscles becoming smooth and hard, its hair gaining more yellow, its facial structure changing slightly. When Yugi's body opened its, now red, eyes it was no longer Yugi's body; but rather that of someone much older, and much more powerful. He smirked, first to take care of the ones that had hurt the puzzle's Chosen, then he would need to talk to this boy that he now shared a body with. The spirit pulled himself onto the roof of the building in front of him, using his shadow power to do so. His eyes glowed red with amusment, the beautiful thing about his power was there was always shadows were ever he went; a small smirk made its way onto his face, even if there wasn't, that didn't stop him from making some.
He found them not far from where they had left the boy. They were in a very loud, very crowded building that reeked of alcohol, sex, and unwashed humans. The spirit's lip curled slightly in disgust, these livestock weren't worth the time or effort it would take to play with them, he might as well just kill them and be done with it.
He entered the building, easily slipping in through a side door, and scanned the room for the ones that he had seen in the brief flashes of knowledge he had gained throughout the incident. A slow, dark smile spread over his face as he took in the sight of the writhing bodies on the floor, evidently people in this time and place were much more direct about public sex as he could see at least ten pairs and two trios actually shedding clothes on what seemed to be the dancing floor. That I might actually enjoy.
The spirit couldn't remember many details about his life before he was trapped in the puzzle but there were things he could. His brother's and lover's faces, his favourite shadow monster, the sunset shining on the Nile's surface, the star-filled sky when all the outdoor lights were put out for darkmoon celebrations, games won, the look on a particularly greedy noble's face when he was stripped of his title and given to the very subjects he had built his life upon, and yes, sex. He caught sight of a particular girl, and his eyes glowed slightly. She was dancing on the floor drawing boys to her like moths to a flame. Whenever she saw a boy that seemed to actually like dancing with a different girl she would push her body in between the two and draw the boy away. A marriage-breaker then, someone who would only go for those already with someone, then as soon as she had them, she would discard them. This one, the spirit sensed, had yet to be refused. It would be very enjoyable to be the first to do so.
Later, he thought, continuing to scan for the ones who had harmed the puzzle's Chosen. There they are. He thought to himself, watching the boys laughing and, he heard as he got closer, bragging about how easy it had been to beat the shit out of the Chosen. As he started raising a hand to command the shadows to kill the idiots, he hesitated. Maybe, he mused, I should play with these fools for a short while, just enough to give the other humans a bit of a show. It would certainly cut down on any problems he might have with this bunch. Smirking, the spirit slid through the crowd coming out just behind the group.
"He wa' so easy," one slurred, "you'da thought 'e 'njoyed it!"
Another sniggered, "'e prolly did! Beh 'e wan'ed more."
A third giggled, cupping his crotch, "yeah, beh 'e wan'ed alo' more!"
The rest broke down into giggles as the first's eyes started to spark with lust. The spirit sneered; he would never let any of them even touch the boy again. Stepping out of the shadows that concealed him the spirit breathed out a laugh, "I wouldn't let you touch my shoes, let alone me."
The boys in the group jerked up in shock that quickly turned to rage as they saw who it was that dared to mock them.
One of the ones that had spoken before swaggered fore ward a bit, "so yah wan' more huh?"
The spirit lifted a lip in disgust as he saw that they were too drunk to even realize that he was no longer harmed. Idiots.
The one that had first spoken, who seemed to be the leader of some kind, roared out, "wha' w's tha' look fer yah f'cker!"
Every one in the room froze, hoping that this man's anger was not directed toward them. The spirit sneered again, "that 'look' was because you are almost too pathetic to even bother with."
That was all it took, people dove behind tables, chairs, and walls in an effort to get away from the, now enraged, gang leader. In the breath of time it took for every one else to hide the spirit crouched down and spun around, knocking the feet out from underneath the boy that had been charging at him and stood over him, locking eyes with him letting him see the shadows straining to tear apart the boy's soul and feed on the scraps, savouring the terror he saw, before letting the shadows have their meal. The spirit then ducked another boy that had tried to tackle him from behind and set about simply killing the rest. From the memories that he had seen as his power, the shadows, tore through the boy's mind the first boy was not only he the 'gang leader,' but it had also been his idea to go after the Chosen. Though the spirit did pay special attention to the one that had suggested the puzzle's Chosen had wanted 'more' in such a vulgar way.
Once he was finished, and after a few seconds of silence people started looking out from behind their hiding places, gaping at what they saw. A young man standing over what remained of one of the worst young gangs in their neighbourhood. The various members were splayed over the area, some with their necks broken, some with their ribs driven into their lungs, some even with gaping holes in their chests. But it was the gang leader the terrified them; he was curled up on his side on the floor, whimpering and rocking as if he was a babe afraid of the dark. The boy turned around and walked to the bar, picking up a towel on the surface and calmly using it to clean the blood off of his hands and forearms then, dropping the now bloody towel, he walked out and disappeared.
One of the people behind a table whispered, "I know that kid! He goes to school with us! But- he's never been like this!"
In the shadows outside the door the spirit smirked as he heard the whispers start, perfect.