'Tain't mine. This takes place before the battle between Yami no Bakura and Yami no Yuugi at DuelistKingdom. Will eventually be four parts. Wanted to get something out since I've been dead for almost fout mounths. Kupo.
Aphelion
In a place of darkness, the Thief sleeps. Slowly, he arises to seek his prey. It has been a long three thousand years since he last hunted this particular prey, but he is always searching, always searching. He sneaks through the shadows, through the woods, across land and sea to find him. He wears the guise of a friend, for he knows that this prey will be foolish enough to believe him and let him close enough to capture the thing he desires.
This prey holds his prize; the shining magic that flows around him entices the Thief. He wants that power, that magic, and he will do anything to take it. He wants that power, but he also wants to destroy its owner, to rip and tear and kill and bathe in his cold blood.
Oh, his prey may defeat him at first, but the Thief will come back, back, back, doesn't the prey know that? You can't kill Darkness, it just hides in corners and the shadowy parts of your mind until it is ready to come back and destroy all. His prey should know this; after all, he calls himself dark, but no, he's not real Darkness, only an imitation. In this life he calls himself Yami: dark, in this modern tongue, not knowing that he is light, bright and searing but oh so weak. He weakens himself with those around him, spreading his strength instead of focusing on one thing.
The Thief knows better, he knows that others drag you down into their lives and troubles until they smother you and drown you in their pain and worries. The Thief doesn't mind, however, that his prey weakens himself so. A prey's weakness is a hunter's strength. But if he were to cast off those around him, even his weaker host, then he would be a challenge.
But the Thief holds no illusions. The challenge might overwhelm him, so he waits until the time is perfect and his prey is weak and off guard, to strike and pay homage to his name: the King of Thieves. His true prey is also a king, a king of a land he had no right to rule. But he doesn't know that his land is gone, long gone. He may not even know who he is. His true prey may not be here, nonono this prey is only a copy and image of his true prey. Even so, his prey holds the key to his power, yes yes yes he does. The magic of his true prey flows though him, which would make him a powerful enemy but he doesn't know it, doesn't know it. That will make a weak fool out of strong emeny. So the Thief doesn't worry, oh no he doesn't need to. He'll be fine and even if his true prey is here he doesn't stand a chance. He doesn't remember, after all. That just makes it all the more easier for the Thief. With out his memories, he will be vulnerable and weak. He will not know how to defeat the Thief, not truly. Now, all he will be able to do is delay him, not destroy him. The Thief may be weakened for a while, but it will prove of no consequence in the end.
The Thief is close, oh so close to reaching him. Soon, soon, he will reach his prize and kill his prey. His prey is so foolish, he will never see the Thief. He will only see his weak host - his prey's friend. He will never suspect the Thief. His prey will never know, never know what happened.
His prey will want to know why, but the Thief won't tell him, no no no he has no right to know. He has no right to know of the revenge that is being satisfied, the blood that his precious magic is formed of that calls out to reunited with that of its family. His prey doesn't know, never will know.
He doesn't deserve to know.
He will only know that the Thief is an enemy; one of the many that seeks to destroy him. But the Thief knows one difference between himself and most of the fools that seek to rob him of his prey: He will succeed. He will succeed where some many others have failed. They were fools, not knowing their, no his prey. He is not their prey. The only one who will have the honor of killing this prey is the Thief. He is the only one that would be able to. He knows his prey, knows his every move, his very breath. He knows how to defeat him. No one else does, which is why he alone will.
He alone will destroy this prey; he alone will claim his prize. He will allow no one else to harm this one, so he can be unspoiled and at his best for their confrontation.
The Thief will accept no less.
They are enemies. They always have been. Back in the days of Pharaohs and Shadows, in the land of Magic and sand, they met and destroyed. Sometimes enemies, sometimes bystanders, but only once each other.
That will no happen again. The Thief will not allow it. He has done too much to fail now. One or the other must fall. This time, the Thief will make sure that he is left standing. He cannot afford to fall. The Thief know he cannot. But his plan is flawless – worthy of the King of Thieves.
He has waited so long, so so long. But it is almost time for him to emerge, time for him reveal himself and claim his prize. It will be a battle like the world has never seen before – the skies will bleed and the earth will cry out in pain, for the souls of the lost beg for companions. The Thief will win. After three thousand years, he will finally have his destined power.
This will be such fun.
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Ano…. Sorry for the wait. This will be four parts, alternating between the main PoV of YnB And YnY. This one's YnB, obviously. (I hope.) Kudos to anyone who knew what Aphelion means. I got it out of my science book. For those who didn't, it's from a Greek word the means 'from the sun'. Aphelion is the point in a planet's orbit when it is farthest from the sun.