The Queen Of Illusions
By:
Angelic Mercy
Summary: I was the Perfect Stereotype. I was everything, and he was everything I hated. He was wrong, and I was right. Now I am part of a plan to bring him down. Now I am him.
Disclaimer: I do not own a lot of things, including but not limited to Yu-Gi-Oh. Money made on this story so far; 0 Dollars and 0 Cents. Format for Pre-chapters from Setalina Muro. See my favorites.
A/N: Hurah. This makes... Three, yes? Sigh, and yet, well, whatever. New story. Woot.
A Note On the Story:
First Person Point Of View, Main OC.
Chapter One
I Can Be Anyone
I was the perfect stereotype.
I was the perfect stereotype of perfection.
I was the perfect stereotype of perfection, until...
Him.
He was everything I'd ever hated in my life.
He was everything I'd ever hated in my life, everything I stood against.
He was everything I'd ever hated in my life, everything I stood against and...
He was the love of my life.
He was the love of my life, he still is.
He was the love of my life, he still is, and...
I hate him with such a passion, I'm destroying myself.
But it's too late.
He tore me down, ripped me up, and burnt me to ashes.
Let me be scattered to the winds.
Please don't let me wake up.
Please don't let me wake up.
Please don't let me wake up.
Please don't let me wake up.
Please-
Please don't hate me.
My eyes snapped open. The darkness around me swirled with malevolence. Tendrils of shadows whipped out past my eyes, colliding with the ground and sending out painful waves of energy. I had given up noting that it really wasn't the ground. I had fallen asleep again, a moment of comfort within an eternity of pain. Nightmares that were always better than this Nightmarish reality. How long I'd been there, I didn't know. It must have been too long. I felt detached, lonely, unreal. Unreal, yes, unreal. None of this was real. That could explain everything. With great effort I pulled myself up.
That was... I thought, I'd heard someone. I tried to focus my eyes, but all I could see in front of me was the darkness that consumed every minute of this existence. There was nothing. I was imagining things. Yes, imagining things. There was no way-
Girl, did you hear me? I asked you who you are, a hazy voice snapped at me. I blinked. I DID hear someone. Biting my lip in fear of disproving myself, I turned around, and glanced upward. A man with snowy hair and blood red eyes, coated in chocolate.
I daren't say who I am. Art thou another illusion of le shadows? I spoke uneasily. My vocal chords ached from the speech, and I couldn't determine if I was really doing it right. After all this time, what use was it to speak to evil that had neither heart nor mind?
The man scowled down at me, and it finally registered. Around his neck hung one of them. A Millennium item, the Sennen Ring. So that meant, he could get me out of here.
Ahh... Zir, would you mind to perhapz, azzizt me? I spoke quickly know, ignoring the ache in my throat. I tried to focus my energies as I always had. I had to remember the Magic I had been taught.
He laughed in cold amusement, and crouched down to look me in the eyes. I could feel the power in them leak into me. I could feel his strength, and it was great. Assist you? A strange creature to find trapped here. Did I send you here? he asked, clearly enjoying himself. So, this man could do this to someone, had done this to someone, to many.
No zir, I do not believe zo. But if you could perhapz help me, it may be that I could help you az well, I said regally. He grinned at me evilly, dark contempt brewing in his eyes.
Would you drop the accent girl? Besides, how could you help me? he said, benevolence leaking into the sentences. I smiled innocently.
Yes, sir. But I must say this iz more, difficult, I replied cautiously, trying to imitate his own speech patterns. I needed to get used to this again. I believe, that you are... trying to, acquire something, I said finally. My throat was beginning to feel better, less, strained. I was slowly getting used to speech again. You are searching out... The rest of those, I decided finally, pointing toward his Sennen Ring. The Puzzle, Scale, Ankh, Tauk, Rod, Ring and Eye. The final two you posses.
He seemed suspicious now, at my knowledge. The grin had fallen to a frown, and he seemed to be considering how I might know about, perhaps, that he had the eye? Was he not supposed to have it?
he said slowly, as though savoring the word. I smiled. So, I had not completely lost all my gifts. So, you know of the Sennen items. Appropriate, since one of them probably sent you here, he commented carefully. Did one of them? Ah... yes... The Sennen Rod banished me here... of course...
It is possible, that I may be able to help you acquire them, I added. He glanced at me, and for a moment I picked up on something. As you made a deal with Malik, perhaps I can make a deal with you, and he stood up abruptly. I wondered who Malik was...
How do you know about that? And the items? Who are you? he snapped viscously. I was losing trust. He was beginning to think that he didn't actually have the upper hand here. My mind raced. Who was I? Who was I? Who was I?
A-Artemesia, Artemesia Veryl, I replied with slow recognition, as though trying to remember the name of some distant object. That is, the name I went by. I, have been sent here by... A boy... he found out I was... lying, I said distantly. A fuzzy image of crimson eyes and a flash of gold clouded my sight.
The man was silent a moment. My eyes snapped back to reality, and I glanced at him sharply. He seemed to be considering me carefully. What did I look like after all this time in the shadows? Were my eyes violet instead of green? My hair black instead of red? My skin pale instead of tan? He narrowed chocolate eyes at me.
Your appearance is changing, he declared simply. I blinked, and frowned.
It is? Is it supposed to? I can look like anyone..., my voice was slow and uncertain. Can I?
Really? Can you look like who sent you here? he asked darkly, disbelieving. Had he just seen me change, and then decided it was a trick of the light, or, of the shadows?
I tried to focus my sight on what he looked like. The picture, it was fuzzy, unclear,but there. Crimson eyes, narrowed in disgust, tan skin, fingering the triangular pendant that rested in his arms, slim frame, not very tall, yet not exactly short. Narrowed, arrow-shaped face and dark hair, tipped magenta with blond bangs that hung over his face jaggedly. He would stand regally, so I stood up, and he would glare at this man.
I spat darkly, unsure of exactly why. Tight, dark leather clothes clung to my skin and belts encircled my waists, clasped together by shining metal, even in this darkness. The man narrowed his eyes darkly.
he growled. I blinked, and the appearance shattered. I rubbed my violet eyes gently, and they cleared. My hair became tame, shoulder length, straight and black again. My skin pale. The man's eyes were wide in awe. How did you do that? he asked, surprised. I shook my head, because I wasn't sure.
I can be anyone, I repeated. This time I believed it. Was I really this Artemesia Veryl? Or was she someone I was pretending to be?
Interesting... All right then, I suppose I can work with this. Artemesia, hm? How long have you been here? he asked. I tried to decide whether this made me happy. I'd be free soon, yes?
I don't know for sure. A very very long time, I told him oddly. He scowled.
Of course. I suppose I'll have to find you a vessel then, he hissed. I blinked. A vessel? A body... he was using someone else's body. This name, Bakura, it was the name of his body... his vessel... Yugi, was that the vessel of the man who'd sent me here? He'd sent me here for lying... What was I lying about?
No... I, I don't think so... Merely, release me. And I will find you, your Sennen Ring..., I said suddenly. But why? Would I really be all right without a body to return to? He shook his head.
I will find you a vessel. Perhaps one of Bakura's friends, he said slowly. He was thinking now. I was a girl, he was fairly sure of it, though with my power he wasn't totally positive, so probably Anzu was the only option. Mazaki... How would she react to a spirit sharing her body? Well, it wouldn't matter. Now, all he had to do was head back and get her into Master's home, and that would be safest. all right then...
Girl, you will stay here, he told me firmly, and I snapped out of my daze. Was I reading his mind? I nodded numbly. I will come back for you soon, all right? he told me firmly, and again I nodded. He smirked, superior, and raised a hand toward my forehead. Good girl, he whispered, and in a flash of gold he vanished.
My eyes snapped open. The darkness around me swirled with malevolence. Tendrils of shadows whipped out past my eyes, colliding with the ground and sending out painful waves of energy. I smiled numbly. For a nightmare, that was rather pleasant. I let my eyes slid closed again, and drifted off into the darkness of my mind.
