Angel Corrupted
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh now… But when the Hujoshi take over the world I will! Oh I will!
A/N: Still stuffs. AU, possible OOC-ness (they did grow up differently, eh?), bloody stuffs, mild swearing…shounen-ai! Yami/Yugi, slight Bakura/Ryou and possible Seto/Joey. Will be using American names, as that's the version I get!
There is a high unlikely-ness that there will be lemons in this fic, unless I can sucker one of my friends, Sazza (the yaoi pimp!) and Kitsune Kitana into it. Said peoples are also my beta readers and should be thanked.
Yugi's school does not exist in Dartmouth and proly N.S., though I'm quite sure another school of the same name exists somewhere else.
Thankies s'more to my wonderific reviewers rox, Shinimegami Seth, jeti, Sarina Fannel, Mistykasumi, Synchronized Love (*glomps plush dolls*), Yugismpuzzle, AuroraDragonKaya, someone (no mistake anymore!), OoO, Moerae and anyone else I missed! Apologies to anyone who's name I misspelled.
Answering questiony things… Yes, other peoples do exist as shall be seen in the next two/few chapters, and as said 'afore sorta, any yaoi with Seto will proly be with Joey. Yugi n' Yami will definitely meet again, though maybe not for a chapter or two.
Chapter Three:
Seto Kaiba glared at the angel sitting before of him, rustlings his wings in annoyance. "Have you located the fallen one yet?"
"Maybe," the seated angel replied, staring up at the taller, though younger man looming over his desk. The blue-eyed warrior was somewhat of a nuisance, following his silly escapade to destroy the corrupted one. There was no point in attacking the body, when the soul was safe somewhere else.
"What do you mean 'maybe'?" Seto snarled, eyes glinting fiercely. "You will tell me its location! You can't be thinking of letting it roam free without even trying to stop it!"
"Damn it, we've been trying to stop it for thousands of years, fledging!" The older angel growled back. "We have lost too many warriors in a futile quest to bring the fallen one down. The Puzzle is our key to victory and without it we can do nothing."
"If we had struck as soon as we figured out its weakness we probably wouldn't still be in this mess! Though I still can't understand how it realized we knew…" The tall brunette ranted.
Shaking his head the older angel muttered, "You underestimate it. The fallen one is not some mindless, murdering beast, as you seem to think. It is highly and cruelly intelligent, and stronger than you could ever dream of being. The only reason you could have survived so many encounters with it is because you amuse it. It is playing with you, boy."
"Maybe you give it too much credit, old man. Now where. Is. It?"
There was no use arguing with the headstrong angel, as soon as he was healed from the last battle he was out searching for another one. He was obsessed. "England. Last spotted near London. You find it from there."
With a swirl of feathers and fabric the warrior was gone.
Sitting on the grass, Yugi marveled at the warmth of the sun. The weather lately had been rather strange, it was October, and it was warm. And not just spring warm either it was almost summer-like warm. Not that he was complaining, no, it was just odd for Nova Scotia to be this temperature for an entire month so late in the year. The temperature hadn't dropped below 18ºC since September and now it was the 28th of October.
Oh well, it was perfect weather for the Halloween costume he had planned, and it made a pleasant atmosphere for sitting outside and eating lunch. Speaking of lunch… The 16-year-old took an enormous bite of his sandwich.
And almost choked on it as somebody popped up and shouted in his ear.
"Hey Yug!"
Sputtering, the teen managed to force out a strangled, "Joey!"
Slapping his smaller friend on the back, the tall, blonde boy known as Joey Wheeler smiled apologetically. "Sorry 'bout that bud. Didn't mean to startle ya."
"Nice going, Joey," another teen, this one with pointy brown hair snorted. "You almost killed him."
"Ah, can it Tristan," Joey growled at his other friend. "You're okay, aren't ya Yug?"
The violet-eyed boy smiled weakly, and gave the two older boys a thumbs-up. Joey and Tristan Taylor were his best friends, and the only friends he'd ever made on his own. They were also the only good thing bullying had ever brought him.
Last year he had been enrolled along with Tea into Willowbrook High-school, only fifteen at the time. He had skipped a grade in elementary, and had been in the same grade as his year-older sister since then.
Since the first day he stepped inside the school he was ignored by most people, and bullied by the rest. Tea quickly developed a group of friends and he tagged along with them a lot of the time. The teenage girls all thought he was adorable, and didn't mind his presence too much, but sometimes it had become obvious that Tea rather not have him around.
It was a perfectly reasonable feeling though; most girls didn't like having to drag their little brother with them everywhere. Because of this Yugi stopped hanging around with her, keeping mostly to himself, accidentally making himself more of target.
So, one day when he was getting a particularly nasty beating from one of his main bullies, two boys had suddenly shown up, and started yelling. They ended up scaring off the bully and had carried him to the nurse's office. His attacker was expelled, and his saviors, Joey and Tristan, declared him their friend.
Yugi was thankful for the two teenagers' companionship for more than just one reason. Ever since he had hooked up with them, the bullying had become less frequent and less violent. Not that they knew he was still getting hurt, and he wasn't about to tell them. He didn't want them to worry.
Pulling himself out of the past, Yugi continued eating, chatting amiably with his friends until the bell rang.
People filed in through the door, taking seats for the last class of the day. This was the one class Yugi had with both Tristan and Joey, and the three of them had claimed a corner, which they unfortunately had to share with another boy. There was nothing wrong with sharing the corner… but Marik was freakin' scary sometimes.
Dropping his English stuff onto his desk, Yugi looked over the notes he had taken last class. They were doing a section on well-known murders and murderers, and had just finished up with Jack the Ripper.
Some people were bothered by the topic, especially the times the discussion turned gruesome. The innocent-looking teen didn't find it bothered him much, unlike Marik's laugh. Marik liked to laugh when the conversation went gory.
Yugi greeted his tall friends as they sat down, and felt slightly relieved when Marik didn't show up. He would have been fine if the blonde Egyptian just sat there; he was nice to ogle at after-all, very nice. Not that the 16-year-old ever told anyone he ogled at guys, it was kind of a secret… But anyway. Marik refused to be a good little bishounen and insisted on creeping Yugi out.
The class settled down as the teacher, Mrs. Johnson, stood up, signaling the start of the lesson. Clearing her throat she spoke, "Today we'll be starting on the subject of one of the most well-known, and longest lasting string of murders known to man."
Yugi's breath caught slightly. She couldn't mean…?
"This chain of murders has recently been traced back thousands of years to possible origins in ancient Egypt," Mrs. Johnson continued. "These gruesome killings continue to take lives even today, and the culprits, throughout history, have never been caught or even seen except by their victims. Can anyone guess what I'm talking about?"
Most of the student's shot up a hand, excluding Yugi, who was biting his lip nervously. He didn't like it when people talked about these murders… Someone might know too much, they might figure out who he really was…
"Ms. Valentine?" The teacher asked, eyeing a purple-leather-clad girl. Yugi thought her first name was Mia or Mai.
"You're talking about the Sennen Murders," the rather voluptuous teen answered.
"Correct. Now, for all the years these murders have been occurring, it has been found that each killing follows a sort of pattern. All the victims were carrying weapons, or were the victors in fights. This included warriors and knights in the past, other murderers, gangs, thugs and even police officers."
At some point during Mrs. Johnson's talk, Yugi had begun to zone out. He could hear every word that she said, but it was if she was far away. A cloud was falling over his mind, and his hand clutched tighter around the pen he was holding.
"The only way to identify a killing as a Sennen Murder is by the same 'calling card' that gave them their name."
A golden shape flashed through the haze that was Yugi's mind. His hand jerked, seemingly of its own accord, dragging pen across paper. An eye… almost like that on his pyramid puzzle.
"An eye, of Egyptian background, which archaeologists named the Sennen, or Millenium Eye."
A flash of metal, a blade biting into flesh, carving out a shape. The movement was flawless, perfected over the years. Yugi's hand moved faster, sketching out objects on a blank page.
"The Eye would be carved into the forehead of the victim."
The eye stood out red against white skin, too white, dead white. But the cuts didn't bleed, simply stayed as clean, red lines. Of course they didn't bleed, how could a person bleed when all their blood is on the floor around them?
The scene snapped backwards, replayed, and Yugi ceased to hear his teacher. Dagger, glinting, descending, it was such a pretty little thing, all silver and black, too small to really be a weapon. Guided by a bloody hand it sliced through skin like butter. No blood. Blood all gone.
Red eye on forehead, doesn't it look bright against that pale skin? The hand twitched some more, skritchskritch, look at it draw. But it isn't the only red eye, and compared to the others it is nothing. The others are so bright they glow…
Glowing red eyes.
A meter stick slammed down on his desk, narrowly missing the violet-eyed teenager's wandering hand. Startled out of his reverie, Yugi screamed, causing the class to burst out in giggles and snickers.
He looked up meekly to find Mrs. Johnson glowering down at him. The woman hissed out, "Mr. Gardner, would you like to share with the class what could be so enthralling as to make you ignore your name being called no less than five times?"
More snickers were heard from the class. Yugi covered his paper with his arms. "I-I'm sorry."
"Give me the paper, Mr. Gardner." The teacher demanded, and the 16-year-old hesitated. "Now."
Sliding the paper out from under his arms, it was snatched up by Mrs. Johnson. He bit his lip, worried tears building up in his eyes. No one could know, not that his father had been murdered, not that he was crazy. And what the hell had that…that trance been about?
Was he remembering…?
Mrs. Johnson stared at the paper in shock. Yugi had always been one of her best students, quiet, smart, well mannered, and he looked so… innocent. But the things on this paper…
The Sennen Eye, thick, drawn in a way to appear as if glowing. The Eye again, this time cut above two 'real' ones that looked lifeless. A body, shadowed, a pool of blood spreading out to stain a quarter of the page, seeming to shift into a dark figure with glowing eyes. And dominating the page was a dagger, the tip stained with blood.
She was still stunned as the bell rang, and was too late to say anything as Yugi grabbed his things and bolted out the door.
The dagger glinted in the moonlight as it was tossed into the air, then fell back down to be caught again. Yami mused as to what might happen if he failed to catch it. Would it fall to the ground and break? Or hit an innocent passerby who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?
Toss. Catch.
If it did hit someone would it kill them? Or simply injure them? Or maybe damage them for life?
Toss. Catch.
What if it hit an animal? He didn't like hurting animals, they reminded him a lot of himself. Driven by what they were to do what they did. You couldn't blame a wolf pack for killing a deer. It was instinct.
Toss. Catch.
Okay, so maybe animals killed for food, and he for fun. It was still what he was. Yami. Darkness. Besides, how was killing for fun any different than what the humans did? At least he didn't kill his own species.
Toss. Catch.
Oh, fine. So he didn't actually have a species, and usually took great pleasure in killing the closest thing he had to one. Angels.
Toss.
He blinked, as the dagger didn't come back down. Smirking slightly, Yami turned around. "Hello, Seto."
The tall angel twirled the dagger, stretching out his wings. They were really quite interesting wings, white, but a shade of which was nearly blue, and had an almost metallic sheen to them.
"You have something of mine." The dark being spoke softly. "Give it back."
"I don't think so." The tall brunette replied coldly.
"That wasn't a request, angel."
"Maybe if you tell me where the Puzzle is, I'll return the dagger, fallen one."
Yami gave a bark of laughter. "As if! You know, I'm starting to get tired of you. You can only play with a toy for so long before it bores you."
Seto twitched. "I am no toy of yours, you bastard."
"Au contraire." The corrupted being darted forward, pinning the taller man to ground. Grabbing one of the angel's wrists he squeezed it until Kaiba dropped the dagger. Snatching it up, he placed it against his captive's throat.
He had begun to place pressure on the blade, drawing a thin line across the angel's throat when a sudden thought stopped him. Looking thoughtful for a moment, Yami then said, "What am I to you, Kaiba?"
The blue-eyed man looked bewildered, "What?"
"What am I to you?" The dark angel repeated. "What little half-lie did your great Council of Angels tell you? Am I an angel that went rogue and started killing, a physical manifestation of the old shadow games, or maybe some dark creature spawned from the depths of the Earth?"
"You are an abomination," Seto hissed, "And I will not stop until I have brought those you slaughtered to justice."
"Justice?" Yami howled with laughter. "Who are you, angel, to talk about justice? Was it justice that warranted Hikari's fate? Tell me! Where was your justice the day such light was extinguished?"
Kaiba blinked. "Hikari? What are you talking about?"
Yami stopped, calming slightly. "Of course, they would have never told you…" He pushed himself off the angel. "I will let you live, for now. Look for Hikari, and don't come back until you find him."
And before the blue-eyed angel could say a thing, his nemesis disappeared into the night.
