A Yu-gi-oh fanfic
Disclamer- I do not own Yu-gi-oh and most of the other things in this fic.
/Hikari to Yami/
#Yami to Hikari#
{Thoughts}
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Chapter 9- Commencement
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The snow fell gracefully from the sky, spiralling down until it rested softly on the ground, or on the tree, or on any object that was underneath its slow decent. So simple and short was the life of the snowflake, without care or worry. Kaiba found himself musing about these simple little mundane things, watching as the small little crystals fell from the sky, twinkling in the inky blackness of the night. He was tired, mainly due to his workload being doubled because of his taking two weeks off. He sighed deeply and wished that his life was as simple as the view in-front of him.
#Sometimes... It is better for you not to pine after what you cannot have.# The voice of the High Priest echoed through Kaiba's head. He almost sounded sorrowful. #Then when it is taken away, it won't hurt as much.#
/You make no sense./
#... No, I suppose not.# There was a mental sigh. #Are you ready?#
/When am I ever ready for your plots? This one is even more wild then the last./
#The tomb-robber was not meant to appear so early. I wanted to complete your training first. However, what is done is done, all we have to do is start earlier then I had planned.#
/If a thousand years passed, it would still be too early./ Kaiba stretched his arms, closing his eyes and sighing. /But I have no real choice now, do I?/ He stood up and grabbed his trench-coat, siding it on, then ruffling up his shoulders.
#Do you understand what you must do?# Seto questioned.
/You showed me how, I learned./ Kaiba responded over the mental link. He walked over to his desk, opened the third draw from the top and picked up the Millennium Rod. The eye symbol glowed slightly, as if recognising it's master. /Although I really do not like the idea much./
#True enough!# Seto laughed over the link. #I myself never got used to that particular function of the Rod.#
Kaiba chose not to comment. He moved slowly down the hall, before stopping at Mokuba's room. He slowly opened the door and looked in, smiling slightly at the sight of his younger brother sleeping so soundly.
'At least you're not caught up in this...' He said softly, before closing the door and continuing down the corridor
#It must be nice.... To have someone to protect.#
/Are you softening? I thought your plans had no time for weakness./
#Just re-accounting for lost memories and for times long past.# Came the reply of the High Priest. #And make no mistake, he shall pay for what he took from me.#
/Someday, you will have to tell me about what drives this insatiable urge for revenge./ Kaiba spoke mentally, opening the front door. He placed his hands in his pockets, then he walked out into the snow. There was a soft light, then High Priest Seto took over. With a smug grin, he held the Rod high in the air. There was a bright flash of golden light, then it slowly subsided.
'And so it begins, my Pharaoh.' He chuckled under his breath. 'Soon your network of friends and contacts shall dissolve from underneath you, and then who shall save you from the hungry maws of the shadows?'
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'At least you're not caught up in all of this...' He heard Kaiba say softly, then came the soft clicking of the door closing. Mokuba waited a few more minutes, then he rose from the covers of his bed. He had noticed that his brother had been acting strangely; the mental breakdown, his occasional blanking out and even talking to himself. Not to mention the strange voice that had told him what to do. It was just one mystery after another. And so, Mokuba decided to find out for himself what exactly was the cause of all these weird things.
He pulled on his sneakers and moved to the window, watching as his brother walked around the corner. Just as he was about to leave his room, he saw the bright, golden light. It flooded his entire room with an unearthly glow, then it slowly faded.
'Right, now I'm curious.' Mokuba said to himself. He moved out of the room, down the stairs and then finally outside. He moved swiftly, but silently, to the edge of the fence, then peeked around the corner, just in time to see his brother take another turn. Mokuba started moving at the pace his brother usually did, an extremely fast walk. He grinned with excitement, he almost felt like one of those spies in the movies! Keeping to the shadows as much as possible, the raven-haired youth tailed his brother and tried to find an answer to his questions.
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There was a knocking at the door. At first, Isis ignored it, who the hell would call at 9:30?! But the knocking came again. With a long sigh, she opened the door, to come face-to-face with Ryou Bakura.
'Hello.' She said simply. 'Should I ask what brings you here at 9:30?'
'Sorry for coming so late, but this can't wait.' The white haired youth bowed politely. Isis, still not used to Japanese customs, was flattered. 'I have a few things that have to be dropped off to Malik. Is he here?'
'Err, yes. He's upstairs, in his room. Beware, he's listening to his music.' Isis flicked a strand of black hair from her face. 'But couldn't you drop these things off tomorrow?'
'No, it's really important that I give these to him.' Ryou responded. 'And, um, why should I beware Malik's music?'
'Because he plays it at full blast, that's why!' Isis growled. Curiously, Ryou tilted his head sideways and listened. Sure enough, the heavy beat of a hi-fi stereo shook the house.
'I think I'll be fine...' Ryou said, scratching the back of his neck, a small smile on his face. Isis nodded and returned to unpacking.
Ryou started climbing the stairs until he was at what was undoubtedly Malik's room, since loud music was pumping from inside. He knocked, waited, then knocked louder. With a heavy sigh, he literally thumped the door so hard that it almost fell off its hinges.
'COME IN, DAMN IT!' Came Malik's voice, yelling over the loud music. Ryou slowly opened the door. Malik was splayed shamelessly on his bed, reading some sort of comic, what exactly was unknown. The room was full of mess, and Ryou snorted distastefully. He closed the door and noted the "It's my mess and I love it" poster hanging on the back of it.
'What the hell are you here for?' Malik asked, barely audible over his music.
'I have... Something to deliver.' Ryou said, looking around the room.
'Oh? Well, whatever it is, couldn't it wait 'til tomorrow?'
'No...' Ryou said stoically. 'It shall start now.'
'What the hell are you talking about?!' Malik stood up and walked towards Ryou. 'Start talking sen-' He was cut off as Ryou's fist slammed into his face. He staggered back a few paces, clutching his nose. Thankfully, it wasn't broken.
'Shit!' Malik swore loudly. 'What the hell was that for?!'
Ryou didn't answer. Instead, he slid his feet into a martial art position, a cold expression on his face. At first, Malik thought that Yami Bakura was in control, but then he remembered that Yami Bakura didn't do martial arts. He thought it was a waste of time, as well as it looked silly. Also, Ryou's eyes were almost blank, the pupils small dots. This look was familiar to Malik, as his Ghouls had often had the same expression.
The expression of one who was possessed by the Rod.
'Who are you?!' He yelled. The possessed Bakura said nothing, shifting his feet slightly. Then, as a blur, he struck out. He grabbed Malik's arm and twisted him to the ground. But before the possessed Bakura could pin him fully, Malik had rolled out from under him. As swiftly as he could, he rose to his feet. Once again, he stared into the emotionless eyes.
'Damn....' The Egyptian whispered.
'Make it easy, give up now.' The hollow voice of the possessed Bakura stated.
'You kidding? This is the most fun I've had all week.' Malik smirked, trying to mask his uneasiness.
'As you wish.' The possessed changed his position from an offensive one, to what appeared to be a defensive one. The stance was one unlike any Malik had seen, and it almost seemed to be a stance of a swordsman.
'Being defensive? Don't you know that offence is the best defence?' Malik grinned. The possessed made no comment. Then, without warning, Malik struck. He heard a solid thump, and knew that his fist had hit its mark. Then the possessed Bakura's left fist struck Malik in the throat. As he fell, gasping for air, he noticed that all he had hit was his opponent's right arm.
'Tch' The Possessed Bakura said, standing over Malik. 'I thought you would be a more worthy opponent. But I suppose that cards and fighting are two completely different things.'
'Shit...' Malik said hoarsely, before coughing heavily. Blood splattered on the ground in front of him. For a while, nothing happened. Malik continued breathing, whilst the possessed Bakura stood next to him, arms folded.
'Why are you waiting?' The Egyptian said after regaining his breath. 'Are you really so foolish as to let me get my strength back?!'
'Waiting...' Was all that the white haired youth said. Then, without warning, he dragged Malik to his feet. From there he twisted Malik's arms behind his back, holding them there.
'The hell?!' Malik yelled before coughing heavily.
'You should really take some medicine for that, Tomb keeper.' A cruel chuckle resonated throughout the room, even over the heavy bass music that had been playing throughout their fight. It didn't take long for Malik to figure out who the voice belonged to.
'I knew it was you, High Priest Seto!' Malik snarled as best as he could. As if to confirm his accusations, a large mass of shadows appeared in-front of him. Then, almost like a flower opening, the shadows peeled apart to reveal the High Priest standing in the center, his arms folded and the Rod clutched in his right hand. A cruel smile appeared on his face.
'And so, the first of my revenges shall be exacted.'
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R&R Please.