Just a reminder -- dark thoughts go -thus- and lights think /just so/.
Chapter Four
But To Trust
-Even if there was one up there, I would not trust them,- he hissed in angered reply. -This is madness.-
/But we could.../
"Ready?" the man called mockingly, as if he knew their thoughts. "Game Start!"
Bekhura lashed the rope about himself angrily. Mokuba paid the spirit little attention, prefering to watch the roof. Tiny motes of golden light, memories of his brother, pulled together into solid form and began tugging at the rope. Only here in the Shadow Realm could such a true illusion be found, and Mokuba was not one to waste such comfort while he had it. He had four Sennen Items. The Ring would be his fifth. Then only two more, and the power to return the dead... He was not ready to follow that thought all the way to its end. Not yet. But soon.
And even while he pondered quietly, the wily part of his mind kept whirring. How long had the game been on? Only a minute or so. He was at least three feet off the ground. How far behind was Bekhura? He forced himself to pull his eyes away from the golden shadow of his lost brother.
His jaw dropped slightly and his eyes opened wide, first in shock and then in anger. Bekhura was halfway up the wall! How? He glanced along his opponent's rope. What... so many people pulling! How? How? Where did some long lost tomb robber get such a group? No -- it was not Bekhura -- Bakura! Pulled by a golden host!
Bakura grinned widely upwards at the people who grasped his lifeline. His wife, his daughter Amane, his sullen dark half, and a tiny golden mote that he realized was Miho's yet-unborn child, plus other friends and family, so many he knew not who was who,all straining at the rope and then reaching out bright hands to pull him, grinning, alongside them. He stepped up, into a glorious golden cloud that dissipated, gently, and swirled away as the game ended. Mokuba swang silently from his rope, still far away at the bottom of the wall, toes trailing patterns in the dirt. He untied the rope and stood.
Bekhura took over and slid back down to the ground. "Admit defeat!" he crowed, "And at your own game!" He poised himself, readying the Ring. "Surely, as the loser of a Shadow Game, you won't mind having your soul removed!"
/Bekhura/ Ryou reprimanded sharply.
-Don't bother me right now.-
/Let's not be stealing souls. Just tell him to leave us be, then let him go./
-Are you mad? This is my chance to gain four Sennen Items. Four! Plus the Ring! With that much power, I could annihalate the Pharaoh!-
/Bekhura, no./
-We would be the ruler of the world. No one could stop us!-
/Though I'm stunned that you said 'we,' I'll still have to AHHHHH/ he shrieked, terror and pain flooding him.
Three voices, two through mindlink and one strong and real, howled in anguish. Bekhura opened his eyes to find blood pouring from his shoulder, skewered through and through by the dagger of the Sennen Rod. "AUYAAAH!" he screamed, animalic, then ignored the pain to turn with blazing eyes to the man before him --
and vaporized, Ryou suddenly thrust into control as Mokuba ripped the Ring from his throat. The Rod was removed, Ryou screeching as he felt the bone splinter and shatter, and suddenly Mokuba was gone.
Ryou Bakura screamed until he could scream no more, and he fell into darkness.
Stephen Moto, age thirteen, was having difficulty sleeping. He kept having nightmares, the same one every night, about a monstrous wave that ravaged the land. He kept waking up gasping, as if he was about to drown. So now he lay in bed, tossing and turning.
When floorboards creaked out in the hallway, Stephen froze. Soft steps padded down the hallway, then stopped before the stairs. Stephen stood. He rose from his bed and went to the door, which he opened just the tiniest bit so his dark magenta eyes could peek out. His father was out there -- at this hour? -- walking slowly towards the window at the end of the hall. As Stephen watched, Yugi pulled aside the curtain and roughly shoved the shutters aside, then threw something large and golden out. It looked like that pyramid that Stephen had noticed before, boxed up in the attic. He kept watching, perplexed.
Yugi turned and started coming back down the hall towards his bedroom. He came closer and closer to where Stephen hid, heart pounding at the air of eeriness, and then stepped into a shaft of moonlight that lit up his face. Stephen gasped and tumbled back; his father's eyes were empty, as if there was no mind there to guide them. Empty, as if he wasn't there. As if he didn't care, couldn't care, felt neither love nor hatred, nor loss nor joy. Stephen scrambled terrified back towards his bed, breathing hard and praying that his father wouldn't enter the room.
He didn't dream about the wave, oh no. His nightmares that night were about his father chasing him down with empty, scary eyes.
Ryou won't be getting more than a mention or so in the rest of Resurrection. Sorry, everyone. Same for Bekhura. However, they both play much larger parts in the sequel, if I write it. Much larger.
After this the chapters will be getting longer. We're past the beginning, and the middle's got all the longest parts. The end is more short scenes. Sorry, but it just needs space. They're very seperate.
Man alive, that chapter was fun to write. Must be my dark side.
And r2r--
Umbra: (scratches head) You're absolutely right. Eureka! Description! (starts banging at keyboard) (places hand over heart) I shall do better... this chapter was already typed up before I got your suggestions, but henceforth I'll try to give you more detail. And thanks for noting the plot; trust me, I spent a very long amount of time creating a plot that is like nothing anyone -- or at least I -- have ever seen before. (cackles and rubs hands together)
Namaarie, Raz