Manga-verse, not Anime-verse. That is
to say, Monster World instead of Magic & Wizards as Yami Bakura's
first fight against Yami Yuugi.
Also, weird. And formatting is dead. Gargh.
Duellist Kingdom.
By Tyger.
The spirit was gone.
The spirit was gone, blasted away by
the spirit in Yuugi, and he didn't know what to do anymore. He was
lost and alone and scared and desperately desperately wanted to know
what he should do.
The spirit had appeared the last time
he was this way, and for that he was eternally greatfull. For that,
he was forever in debt. For that, he would do anything for the
spirit.
But now the spirit was gone, and he
didn't know what to do.
So now he did what he always did - he
kept up appearances. He had always had a talent for role-playing.
The spirit had liked that about him.
And he observed, always observed,
because that was what he was good at and that was what he was for.
Even though there was no real reason for it anymore.
The fact that someone other than the spirit could seal souls into items also intrigued him. He had always been a curious child. And the elder Mutou's predicament certainly had more humor in it than anything the spirit had ever done. It was as much to meet such a person than to not loose sight of his - the spirit's - prey that he followed along to Duellist Kingdom. It was a singly interesting experience. The duels were nice enough, he supposed, but just weren't his thing. But the rest of the trip more than made up for that.
He hadn't been able to resist exploring the castle. How often did you get to see something like that? Besides, he knew he'd never forgive himself if he didn't.
He hadn't really been expecting all the guards, though. Not in the places he was nosing around. It was one of the few times he had been glad the spirit insisted he carry a gun with him at all times. Even though both he and the spirit know that he'd never do anything more than scare people with it, it made for a good distraction device.
He'd always been good at running away.
But on unfamiliar ground, without the
spirit to back him up, it wasn't going to do him much good. You can
only run for so long.
And then, suddenly, his limbs were not
his own anymore.
"Who?
What?" It felt like the spirit but it couldn't be
the spirit the spirit was gone, banished, de-
"Good
evening, yadonushi." The spirit purred at the back
of his mind. "Having
a little trouble, are we?" Had he still been in
control of his body, he would have collapsed with relief. And the
promptly had a mild dose of hysterics. Instead, he wrapped his soul
around the spirit's, sending the mental fuzziness associated with
warmth to him.
"Don't you ever fucking do that again!" The spirit pushed back in response with the same sort of warmth, and slit the throat of the nearest guard with one of his knives. He wasn't quite sure where the spirit pulled the knives from (it wasn't his body, that was certain), and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to, either.
It almost scared him, the speed at which the spirit dispatched the guards.
And then, for a moment, bodies on the
ground and blood on their feet, they just stood there, and were at
peace.
"Look at the sky." he said,
and it was such an unusual request that the spirit complied.
The sky was turning a strange shade of
purple.