Hello again, everybody! Well, I certainly didn't expect to be writing this, but because several of my nice reviewers asked for a sequel to For The Sake of My Beloved, I have decided to give the fanfiction world just that. Here are my main notes so I won't (hopefully) have to spend too much time briefing everyone in the future, and we'll be able to get straight to the fan fiction goodness!
First off, I need to stress that I have never, and I mean never seen one episode of Yuugiou (Yu-Gi-Oh!) GX. I have a feeling that the characters from GX that I have added will probably be very OOC (who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and they'll be IC- doubt it, though). From what I have heard about that blasted series, the main characters aren't even Yugi and the gang. WTF! This is my ideal sequel to not only my story, but the Yuugiou series as well.
Disclaimer: You want to know if I own Yuugiou? Three guesses and the first two don't count….
After The Legend
It had been five years since evil had been vanquished… five years since a lost pharaoh had found his name and his lost identity… and five years since a childhood friendship blossomed into love…
Tearful memories had been hidden behind smiles and hope for a bright future… the legend had completed into the light…
…but even in the forests of light, darkness blooms, like a destructive weed seeking to choke the life out of all that surrounds it… the peace that reigned for five long years was doomed to be choked out of existence…
London, England-Bakura Ryou sat on his bed, checking his bag for the last of his things before he went to catch his flight back to Japan. He brushed his ivory locks behind his ear, as he began to gather his luggage. Fortunately, the reunion he and his friends had planned took place during the winter holidays, so he could leave the university.
He checked again to be sure he had his passport and tickets, and made his way to the door. Suddenly something came hurling through the window with a shattering sound, and Ryou was showered with pieces of glass. He instinctively dropped his bags and shielded his face to protect his eyes. Brushing the rogue glass particles off, Ryou made his way to the window and looked out angrily. There was no one in sight.
Deciding that the broken window was the result of a prank, Ryou shook it off and turned back to grab his bags (deciding to report the matter to one of the officials before he left- so as not to miss his flight) when he stepped on something hard. He looked down, and the sight made his blood run cold.
He was standing on the Millennium Ring.
He hurled himself off of the shiny object, glaring at it as though it were a rabid animal. Of course it's not dangerous, Ryou reminded himself. It's what's inside that accursed thing that's deadly.
Of course, what Ryou was thinking about was none other than a sadistic, dark spirit, the soul of an ancient thief-king. He was a egotistical maniac; driven by greed and a thirst for power, claiming to be the darkness itself.
Ryou recalled memories from his high-school years. Duelist Kingdom, Battle City, and what he could remember in between… a terrible loneliness, but at the same time, never being alone.
Screw it. It wasn't worth remembering, he wasn't worth remembering. Ryou left the glimmering object where it lay, and went back to the door. He picked up his bags, and went to turn the doorknob when a cold voice sounded behind him.
"Now, now. Is that any way to treat an old friend?" the voice asked.
Ryou shut his eyes tightly and leaned against the door. Oh God, don't let it be him. I'll do anything, just don't let it be him!
The white-haired youth decided that it would be best not to answer, even though he wanted to retort that he and the demon were not friends in any way. Ryou jostled the doorknob, but the door seemed to be jammed. He tried again.
"I believe that question was directed toward you, Yadonushi(1)," the thief-king said, using his old nickname for the boy.
Ryou kept his back turned toward the spirit. "You're not real. You're just a figment of my imagination. Nothing more than a bad dream," he muttered bitterly.
The yami chuckled. "Funny. I sure seem real. You used to say things like that before remember?" He folded his arms, waiting for a reply. "Well?"
The youth tried the door again, apparently not noticing an oozing black presence blanketing the off-white surface. "Let me out," Ryou commanded, at last turning back to the spirit.
"I thought you said I wasn't real," the spirit hissed. "Nothing more than a bad dream."
"What do you want!" Ryou yelled, earning a raised eyebrow from his yami.
"To have a bit of fun. Is that so wrong?"
"It is when the subject is your particular brand of 'fun'," Ryou snarled. "All you want is to cause pain and suffering to others!"
"To each his own," the dark spirit said, ignoring the younger boy's comment.
Ryou tried the door again. Still locked.
"Trying to go so soon, Yadonushi?" the spirit shook his head. "How rude."
The blackness on the doorway lashed out, and before he knew it, Ryou found himself partially enveloped by the darkness. Only the boy's head and chest remained exposed.
Of course Ryou wasn't about to surrender without a fight, despite his knowledge of how powerful his yami was. He tried to kick out at the spirit, but found that the dark mass had immobilized his limbs.
The thief-king kneeled down and picked up the Millennium Ring, a pitch-black aura surrounding him. Ryou's eyes widened, and his struggling intensified as the spirit neared him.
"Now, now Ryou," the spirit said, surprising the boy with his use of his actual name. "You should be honored. If you were anyone else, I'd probably just kill you right here and now for all the trouble you've caused me." The spirit's eyes narrowed severely, and Ryou jerked as far away as the black and red mass would permit. "But," he continued, "I will be generous, because we are- as the pharaoh would say- aibou (2). And I will admit that I have grown accustomed to your presence..." The spirit sneered, "… your continued struggling against my control did enable me to increase my control of Shadow Magic. Consider this my thanks."
The yami moved to place the ring around Ryou's neck as he struggled furiously against the magical bindings. The ring began to glow and the pointers oscillated wildly. The shine became blinding, and the last thing Ryou heard was the spirit's sinister words of "comfort".
"Don't worry, soon this will all seem like a figment of your imagination." The white-haired demon cackled as Ryou's vision faded to blackness.
As the boy fell unconscious, the spirit disappeared, causing the Millennium Ring to settle back against the figure's chest. Ryou's head hung low, his motionless form seeming dead. His bangs covered his eyes as he stirred, and he began to chuckle softly. He lifted his head, and his usual soft brown eyes deepened, replaced by two menacing orbs the shade of dried blood.
"It's good to be back," Yami no Bakura grinned.
1) Yadonushi- Japanese term for host. I found this term on Kokoro no Naka under FAQs about Bakura, sodon't be mad if its incorrect!
2) aibou- partner (Atemu's nickname forYugi)
Well, that's all for this chapter! Sorry, just Ryou and Yami no Bakura this chapter. In advance- no, they're not gay. I have no intention of making any of the characters homosexual (at least right now).
I promise the other characters will make their various entrances next chapter. This is just a prologue, and the story is centered around Yugi and the others (don't worry Ryou/Bakura fans! They'll still be main characters.) Until then!
Special thanks to Amazoness Archer, Elicit, dbzgtfan2004, tai'sgirl23, Silvanus 16, Water Goddess Misu, katgirl2005,and Holly C.R.for reviewing For The Sake of My Beloved. Y'all rock!