Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh uu ....But this story is original and I hope you enjoy this wierdness as much as I have writing it...buwahahaHAHAHA!!..... clears throat Yes....
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Yugi staggered as he gradually felt his way through the dark. He endeavored to open his eyes more as if perhaps it would allow him to see better in this formidable blackness, but his efforts were futile so he continued running his quivering hand along the damp brittle surface of what he supposed was a wall of some sort. He stopped to swallow that lump of terror in his throat and gasped quietly and rhythmically then persisted. That nauseating feeling of a quiet, deceptive, not so distant presence haunted his echoing steps and he dared not turn around or stop again. His small huffs became pitiful whimpers as he began to cry. He wanted to get out of this place; He wanted to leap into Joey's arms and be cradled until the memory of this experience seemed more like a fading nightmare. He wanted to embrace Yami and be comforted by Seto's consoling words, but his lovers were far from here and he was utterly alone. No, not utterly alone; the ghostly company of something quite near was whispering at his back and it made him sick to his stomach. He did not answer the incoherent voice behind him, instead he moved on. The sticky wetness accumulating on his hand as it trailed along the wall, smelt like blood…
Yami stood atop an emerald hill of soft grass soaked with dew that glinted in an early afternoon sun. Wispy clouds whirled leisurely above him against a placid blue sky.
He scowled. All was amiss in this peaceful scenery and it did not settle well with him at all. He saw that the hill was surrounded by a lush forest, warming in the sun and he hated it. He wanted to depart from this place and quickly. And as if the setting knew he was displeased with it, the clouds began to thicken and swell, darkening the sky; and the meadow grass grew taller and sprouted thick twisted barbs that clattered and swayed in a torrent of icy wind. "What the hell?!" Yami jumped back and shielded his face as the weedy stalks of thorns whipped at him. He grimaced when they dug into his exposed forearms and he took little time to tear free and run down the hill. The dangerous vines kept sprouting and grew taller as he ran. They scraped along his body and by the time he was at the forest's edge he was tattered and torn. He fell to his knees and ground his teeth as the surging pain from each wound, many still embedded with the thorn that made it, coursed through his body. He looked back and watched the meadow become a wretched mass of creaking hardened shrubbery and sighed with slight relief as he saw that they did not continue their growth beyond the first line of trees which looked equally ominous as the meadow but were still and quiet. He huffed then rose to his feet and ventured deeper into the woods…
Joey shrieked and dodged another thrash of the beast's whip-like tail. Its saliva dripping maw snapped with vengeance at him vigorously and each time cleared the boy's face by mere centimeters; the spacious cave rattled as the fiend moved. Joey ran but the long strides of the serpentine monster were superlative to his own and he was tripped as a clawed hand swiped at his back. Despite the wounds inflicted he sprung to his feet and continued to run. He soon saw the approaching edge of the rocky ground he was running on and looked behind him. His brown eyes widened even more and constricted with horror. The monster had stopped and now it reared back its head. The glands in the back of its throat spewed with gasses that ignited immediately in its mouth. Joey's heart beat as if it would pop free from every aorta and vein attached and burst from his chest. He pressed harder but was sure he would not reach the ledge before the wall of fire from behind reached him. The beast's head shook as it continued launching its deadly inferno breath The last seconds wound down in what seemed to be slow motion as Joey reached then threw himself from the ledge, barely falling fast enough as the blazing stream of fire roared above him. He screamed as he descended downwards, the rock face of the cliff was a blur as he kept plummeting…
Seto paced down the endless field that appeared to have been scorched from a recent fire. The earth was still hot and small ashes popped from off the dwindling weeds. He brushed the drizzling sweat from his forehead but more fine droplets immediately replaced the former ones. Seto growled growing more furious with the situation he was burdened with unexpectedly. The heat pending from outside and inside forces expended him at a rapid rate. He gazed in every direction to see if something in this wretched scenery had changed, but nothing had. Seto began to pant heavily as the blistering heat became even more excruciating. His mouth was dry, cracked, and bled in several areas. His thirsty lips pressed together and felt the warm liquid flow down them. He was tempted to lap it up with his parched tongue but there was no need for his sudden vampire desire. Some of the red fluid had entered the cracks of his mouth which he then with complicatedness, tried to spit out. His desperate cerulean eyes peered about the area for some sort of water source. He investigated the area but after an hour of the hopeless search of finding anything on the surface, he turned his gaze towards the heavens. The sky matched the fallen earth's grim colors with whirls of every hue of grey imaginable. Perhaps one of the clouds bore water, but he had been walking under these same clouds for hours and not a single drop of water discharged from out of them. It was fruitless; his motivation to continue seemed to melt away in the unforgiving heat. "Is there no end to this damn forsaken place!? He roared, his words echoed throughout the land so that all ends of the terrain could hear his query. The silence answered him louder then if a hollering voice replied. Seto fell to his hands and knees, completely exhausted from the whole endeavor. The beads of sweat from his face plummeted to the scorched ground giving it an undeserving drink. His shoes were almost completely dissolved from walking on the hellish terrain. He felt his coat slowly folding and slumping downwards, it wouldn't be long until it would melt completely off his back. He closed his defeated eyes contemplating all that he had been through that this could be his resting place, but huffed at the thought. "No…I won't die here." Only a second after his proclamation his coat liquefied and streamed off his back onto the land in a white sphere blob. "What the hell?!" Seto's mind felt totally discombobulated in trying to contemplate on what had just happened. The strange white oddity moved several yards away from him and if that wasn't bizarre enough it beginning to widen and grow at an immeasurable rate. The mass also change into a mercury type substance. He was a bit horrified to see that the widening thing was heading in his direction. Instinctively he staggered to his feet, but knew he couldn't out run the thing so he stood to face it head on. The mass didn't engulf him though instead it slipped right under him creating a new metallic environment. The next image left him awestruck. The area where the heap started to increase a building now stood. Seto blinked in confusion, for the building was actually one he was all too familiar with. "Kaiba Corp.?!" he paced to it slowly but stopped impulsively as the land started to quake. Loud clanking sounds spread throughout the air as another metallic building shot up from the ground right next to Kaiba Corp., and it wasn't the only one. Several buildings stabbed up from the ground, and Seto gazed around noticing that he was quickly being surrounded by the sprouting structures. There was one opening left and he darted for it but it was all in vein. Another building shot up in front of his only exit and now he was completely enclosed. "Shit!!" Seto scowled at the buildings, but he was rendered speechless when he saw the Kaiba building progressing towards him…
Yami Bakura delicately fingered the crystal glass then took a sip from its dark contents. He gripped a leg of chicken in his other hand and wildly tore into it with violent jaws. He then calmly took another drink and lazily viewed the table in front of him. Different terrains had been crafted onto it and RPG miniatures dotted its surface. The suddenly manic Yami eyed the little toy that had been carved into a tiny replica of Yugi Motou. On its face was painted an expression of fear and many squares of board surrounding the plastic creation were dark in color much unlike the rest of the table top. He stooped over the little Yugi miniature and snatched it up with his greasy hand. "So un-entertaining! I knew it wouldn't take much to whittle your sorry soul down into a pathetic heap of misery!"
"Not satisfied?" A low wobbly voice spilt from the darkness. Yami Bakura grinned and drool seeped from his mouth to flow over his bottom lip as he turned with anticipation to face his equally demented partner. Yami Malik returned his pleasure friend's look with crazed violet eyes, a face lined with protruding veins and a coiling smile. He made an offering to his love friend; a plate piled with steaming meats which Yami Bakura hastily took and lapped at. He paused and glared at the figurine in his hand. He wrapped his forefinger and thumb around its head and thrust it at Yami Malik so he could see it. "I put him in a dark room then I watch the baby cry, utterly despicable!" He spat as he chucked the Yugi back onto the table. "But I did enjoy Seto Kaiba's mind trip, it was enthralling to every point and detail. I'm still playing with the pharaoh; he's more determinable than I anticipated, but I'm going to put him through such hell that when he…" His speech faltered as he watched Yami Malik peel off his own shirt. The darker Yami then proceeded to run his hands lightly up and down his own chest then run circles around his nipples with glossy-nailed finger tips. "I have a different game in mind if you want to pause this one…It's an RPG I've created myself though you're going to be quite familiar with it." Yami Bakura licked his chicken flavored chops and made to touch Malik's chest but his eager greasy hand was harshly swatted away. "Hastiness will not be an appreciated factor until I say so; now let me explain your character." He drew nearer still touching his own body in an excruciatingly seductive way. Yami Bakura held his injured hand and huffed through clenched teeth as the half naked man approached him and continued his talk. "You're going to be a character much like whom you are now and I…I'm going to be your little whore…"
The game table creaked with unsteadiness as the two bodies atop it shifted briskly about.
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OO naughty....Many more chapters to come, thanks for readin'!