Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. Kazuki Takahashi does.
Warning: This fic contains shounen-ai, that is, boyxboy relationships. Don't like, don't read… now, on with the chapter!
Bakura looked on in terror. Was this the Ryou he knew? The once placid, gently boy was now raging with anger, being completely controlled by raw power and overwhelming emotion. Masses of thorny plants such as brambles, briars and oversized roses were sprouting from the ground, entangled in them was Ryou's copy who was desperately using his own magic to try and destroy the uncontrollable plants.
The Earth rolled, bumped and heaved again, sending the entangled clone sprawling further into the masses of plants. There was a cry from the ground and a green light flashed as the plants died from around the clone. The copy stepped out of the dead, brown mass and was covered in scratches and deep cuts. From somewhere in a large oak tree came a heart-wrenching cry as more of the spiny plants died. Bakura could only look on in horror as a sparking ball of pulsating green magic flew towards Ryou's clone with Ryou close behind. The two engaged in hand-to-hand combat. This new, powerful Ryou easily dodging and deflecting the copies blows. Ryou knocked his clone flying and a sheet of heavy, dense metal formed right behind the clone, wrapping around him as soon as Bakura had heard the deafening 'crunch' of the copy slamming into the metal.
Slowly, like a tiger hunting its prey, he approached the struggling mirror image of himself.
"You killed Bakura. I will make sure that my killing you will avenge his death tenfold!" Ryou yelled from his perch in the massive tree.
Bakura blinked. Ryou thought he was dead?
"Ryou! Ryou, love! I'm here!" he called desperately to the relentless God of Earth.
Ryou turned towards Bakura, his eyes, which were a deep green flashed light green.
"Ba…Bakura?" he asked quietly. "No!" He turned to the clone, "You are deceiving me. Bakura's dead! He's dead!" Suddenly, the Earth rumbled and a large mount of dirt and rocks formed. He lifted a hand and smoke came from the top of the mountain. He began to glow green and the temperature around the area slowly began to rise.
"This is something the likes of no-one in this dimension has ever seen!" he called out as the mountain began to tremble, small columns of smoke coming from the side of the mountain. "A natural phenomenon known as the volcano! See if you can stop it!" Ryou said with an uncharacteristic malicious laugh which rivalled even Bakura's.
Bakura noticed the clone visibly pale at the sight of a slightly insane Ryou controlling an aspect of nature that he had never experienced or heard of before.
The Earth hiccuped and a red liquid spurted from the top of the mountain.
"Careful not to touch it. It's extremely hot," he said in a sing-songy voice.
Bakura carefully drew on his slowly replenishing magic source and splashed some of the hot gooey stuff. Instantly the water boiled and evaporated. He spared one last glace at his God of Earth before taking refuge in the giant oak tree which seemed to have a protective barrier around it. Gently, he closed his deep blue eyes and fell deep within his mind, looking for his undersea garden.
(The Likes of Which No One Has Seen)
Yami followed the intermittent flashes of grey light. His eyebrows furrowed in thought.
If that's Yugi, how come his light is grey? What have they done to my hikari?Yami ran even faster.
In the main courtyard of the palace, Yugi was fighting himself persistently, his clone hiding behind a marble statue of the God of Water.
"Stop hiding and fight me! This is what you wanted. Isn't it?" Yugi said, using a sword of pure light to slice at the statue. Yugi looked behind the statue and clicked his tongue. Closing his eyes, he made a bright light burst from his body. Slowly opening his eyes, Yugi grinned at the shadow he could see.
"Ah ha! Found you," he whispered before flying off. Yami quickly following along behind.
(The Likes of Which No One Has Seen)
Yugi's clone ran for his life. Seto had never said anything about there being a hidden power within the Gods. He stole a glance behind him and saw the real Yugi quickly catching up. Crying out in alarm, the copy tripped over a stone and sprawled to the ground. Yugi smirked as he swung his sword of light down. Expertly, the copy rolled out of the way and tried to make a sword of light of his own. As hard as he tried, all the copy could get was a ball of glittery light.
"It takes a higher level of power to create something solid out of light. A degree of power that you, don't have, you had better think of something or else you are going to be skewered." Yugi said as he held the glowing tip of his sword to his copies throat. "I can't very well kill you now. That's no fun and won't avenge the death of my darkness. I know! Hide and Seek! You hide and I seek. If I find you, you'd better run! Ready? 1…2…" Yugi closed his eyes and the sword of light disappeared. The copy knew that the God of Light wasn't joking and so, ran as fast as he could through the palace, the real Yugi's memory that had been copied, telling him where to go. Yami looked towards his tainted light with saddened crimson eyes.
"I'm always with you," Yami whispered as he glowed a deep crimson before he became darkness and attached himself to Yugi's shadow.
(The Likes of Which No One Has Seen)
Marik felt the breezes that swirled around him grow in strength and looked up to the sky. Up amongst the low-lying clouds were the two Malik's.
"This is where it ends. I'll show you no mercy for putting out my flame," the breezes whispered icily, a laugh following behind it.
Marik looked on in horror from his place on the top of the cliff as the two Malik's kicked, punched and threw each other. Suddenly, the copy punched Malik in combination with a gale force wind and knocked him into the cliff. Malik stood and looked directly at Marik.
"M…Marik? Can it be?" The God of Air swiftly flew to the God of Fire, reaching out a tanned hand to his face, "You… you are alive. I thought…"
Malik and Marik heard an evil laugh from the sky.
"So, you managed to survive. That wasn't supposed to happen, oh well, I can just kill you here and now," Malik's clone said.
Suddenly, Marik fell to the ground, gasping for air.
"Wh… what?" he managed to choke out, "my… magic…"
Malik let out a raged yell and took to the skies, targeting his clone.
"That's a cheap way of killing him, you bastard! You know he needs air for his magic to survive! Let him go!"
The copy dodged Malik's attack and tackled him into the raging seas below, flying higher into the skies.
"Show me no mercy? Ha! Fool, I knew you were no match for me!"
Malik resurfaced and looked up at the cliff and gently sniffed the air. A smoky scent reached his nose. He glared at the copy and he flew into the sky. He became level with his opponent, who smirked.
"Not long now," he drawled, "I imagine that his flames are almost snuffed out. He's doing very will, I must say."
"Stop it!" Malik said with tears coming to his deep lavender eyes, as he looked to the ground to see Marik struggling helplessly for much needed air. "Let him go!" He yelled, a lavender light exploding from his body. Marik looked on in horror as a huge spinning funnel of water with icy shards in it was formed. Storm clouds were being blown across the ocean because of Malik's sheer amount of raw power.
"You call yourself a copy of the God of Air. If you are me then controlling this will be no problem for you," Malik growled, "Have fun," he said before diving into the core of the water tornado. Malik's clone looked from the God of Fire to the water tower. Growling, he released his magical hold in Marik and focused his attention on the water tornado.
Marik looked at Malik's watery, icy prison, "No matter what, I'll be here for you, Malik," he whispered before collapsing on the ground, automatically falling deep within his mind to protect the slowly dying flames of his magic and life force.