Disclaimer: I do not own YGO… Some people aren't that lucky…
K would like to thank: Sage Kaley for the info about Ryou's past and all the reviewers
A/N: … - means conversation through mind link…
Ryou is being haunted by the untimely death of his sister and a long been hidden family secret that is about to be awaken…
- BLOOD BOUND -
by Hunter K
Chapter 3:
+ The Other Side +
December 18, Transylvanian Alps, Romania
With a single click, the wall snapped back to its position, leaving no sign that it had moved. The thief pulled himself together. He has been numb due to the coldness of the corridor but he felt something that made him unconsciously shiver. The room was dark. Dark and dank as it is in the shadow realms, but it is worse. The thief king has been sealed in the realms for millennia and had been used to darkness, but his night vision doesn't work here. He flicked the lighter to illuminate the room a bit. The light was dim, as if it was timid.
The thief made his way on the dimly lit room, with the poorly shuddering lighter at hand. The light shivered akin to it was afraid, more willing to die than to battle against the unbeatable darkness. The more he moved forward, the more the glow of the lighter cowered, and the more he felt the bone-piercing iciness. Moving at a slow steady pace, the tomb robber crossed the room. He slid the lighter back on his pocket for it already gave in… gave into darkness…
Letting his thief's instincts, he walked at the middle of the room. Feeling cold liquid dripping on him, he tilted his head upwards. He narrowed his eyes at the sight. It was a crevice similar to that of Ryou's family mausoleum, a cross-shaped gap at the ceiling of the room.
The former tomb robber stood staring at the rather large crevice, strange as it may look; still it appears to be familiar to him. Not that he had seen it once or twice. It is, as he'd known why or for what that cross lies on the ceiling. Through it, his eyes were transfixed on the hovering dark-gray clouds, which made him think that the storm was over. Until he was blinded for a second for seeing the luminescence of what seems to be the brightest thing he ever saw… the moon.
Through the cross-shaped gap the eerie pale moonlight peered, casting rays of silver, showering the thief's figure and a great part of the chamber with its ethereal light. From its view, the moon's beams seem to focus something. And that made the Thief King cock his head to find out.
The silver mystical rays collide with old golden effigies, floating dust and haze caused by the previous storm, forming crowns of rainbow mist in the place. The spirit lifted his face to witness a strange-looking altar.
The thief was absorbed in the scenery, studying every single detail on the altar. From the thick dusts that lie lazily on the surface of the podium and on the weird columns on both sides, to those dust that cascaded leisurely on the air after having disturbed by a slight blow of wind. From the unlighted candles on the rusty candle-stands beside the altar to the center of the altar where he saw what he never expects to…
A pale lean figure was standing impaled on a wooden stake. Its hair was white, heavily caked with dust, causing it to appear wavy and dry. Its eyes black as the darkness yet it shimmered. The pallid skin possessed numerous folds and wrinkles, obviously due to old age. The chest rise and falls slightly, making soft rustles against the silky black robe that covers the things body.
The thief just stared wide-eyed; absorbed in the scene he was witnessing, head swirling with unuttered questions. His consciousness was half-buried with fear and contemplation.
Reality hit when he registered a faint, shivering, voice. He stared toward the figure, searching…
Its dark colored eyes which gleamed red in the moonbeams gazed at him. The voice, faint yet so clear, addressed him…
"Nifil…"
"Son…"
-.+.+.+.+.-
Taka Bakura decided to call it a day. He glanced at the digital clock sitting on his desk. The neon green numbers shouted 12:25 AM at the blackness of the clocks face. He removed his reading glasses and toppled the papers and maps on a neat pile below, leaving the unfinished ones on the table surface.
He took a short glance at the maps scattered on his desk before leaving. He noted a secret passage, a passage that leads lower than the basement. 'Probably an underground basement…', he commented. Though engrossed on the new information, he had to set it aside for tomorrow.
Before leaving his makeshift office, which is a chamber at the old castle, he noted that a pale blue coat hung languorously on the wooden chair opposite his worktable. Ryou left it there. Taka took the fur-covered fabric and closed the door behind him.
The door creaked lightly, so not to disturb the sleeping teen in the room. Sliding through the door, the man strode noiselessly to the chair beside the bed. He placed the coat there and turned to face the bed. The white comforter sprawled messily in almost a heap below the traveling bag which served the pillow. It was only when a candle on the table to his right was lighted that he noted; Ryou is not there.
Panic crawled its way from his spine up his nape, making most of his bodyhairs raise. He had this sudden intuition that he had to find Ryou, that he is in great danger, that his son needed him on that instant. He turned on his heels, grabbing the candle with him and rushed outside the corridor and to the darkness above the chamber.
-.+.+.+.+.-
The thief felt cold sweat cascade down his temple that made him unconsciously shiver. He stood frozen a couple of minutes, contemplating, yet what the thing said made no sense. Again, he rose his head to meet the 'things' eyes, hoping to plummet into them and find his answers beneath those darkly gleaming orbs.
Silence…
He needn't ask. She needn't answer. Both found veracity in each other's gaze.
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