To whoever said it: What do you mean, addicted to drugs and alcohol? Yami isn't addicted to anything in this story (well, maybe Yugi). The reason he knows what a hangover is is because, like many of you, Yami is/was a teenager and found some wine and drank it. Don't tell me none of you haven't gone through the same experiment with the same result!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh
Claimer: Lets see, I own the Dammug Beasts, the Koriokosos, Rosa, the stone limpets, the Crawkers, Hauru...the list goes on...
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"It has been a while, hasn't it?" Seto said, walking almost to the edge of the sealing magical circle Yami was still stuck in the middle of, "I was almost worried you wouldn't remember me."
Yami once again struggled against the rope pinning his hands helplessly behind his back. If Seto was here…even the nearby Hauru seemed like a more pleasant foe than the brown-haired blue-eyed priest.
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"Oh, I remember you," Yami said, glaring at the tall man, "As much as I might wish otherwise…"
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Hauru, still lounging on his throne, laughed.
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"This IS interesting!" the demon chuckled, "You never mentioned you knew this little one, priest. No wonder you insisted on a chance to draw your little circle there - though I don't think it works. He can still talk."
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"You made this…thing?" Yami blinked, glancing at the circle.
"And it works perfectly," Seto added, the satisfied smirk on his face sending a wave of rage through Yami's whole body, "This particular design seals demonic energy. I crafted it especially for you, since I couldn't bear for you to miss a moment."
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"Bastard," Yami growled, glaring at the smug priest with undisguised hatred.
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THAT was why he was feeling strangely weak. Everything manifest of his demonic power - superior senses and strength - had been effectively erased. And without that, he was only…Yami couldn't bear to let himself even consider it.
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"Ah, I believe I've missed the point," Hauru spoke up, clearly enjoying this little drama, "You say it suppresses his power…yet he's still conscious, which no demon could be."
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"Well, that's perfectly simple as well," Seto said, his voice mockingly disappointed, "Yami here didn't give up his entire soul for that power. Now that he's without it, he's back to being nothing more than what he was born as - a simple little human being."
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There was a noise from some corner of the room that might have been a shocked gasp. If there was any such noise, it was immediately drowned out by Hauru's raucous laughter.
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"Half a demon! That really means he's just a human with a little bit of demon inside - now THAT'S funny!" Hauru roared, "You mortals are always such reliable entertainment!"
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Yami ignored Hauru, though, choosing instead to send Seto a glare that promised nothing but pain and torment. The errant priest was unfazed by it, barely paying Yami any attention at the moment.
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"Well then," Hauru said, once he was done laughing, "I believe that you have what you wanted, little Priestling…I, however, seem to be missing something that I desire, and I believe this one here knows where my prize is."
"I haven't forgotten," the priest said.
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Yami growled as Seto took a step closer to the sealing circle. Within this particularly demonic room, the priest's more modern garb seemed out of place. If it had been almost anyone else, Yami might not have recognized them, but there was no mistaking this former-apprentice-of-a-High-Priest.
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Which reminded Yami of something.
"How can you still be alive, anyway?" Yami demanded.
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"You may take THIS as my explanation," Seto smirked, pulling out a shining golden object and holding it out for Yami to view.
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It was a short, golden stick. Topped with an engraved eye, shaped like a dagger, and overflowing with dark power accumulated over the centuries, there was no doubt to its identity. One of the ancient and deadly treasures of darkness, once wielded by one of the legendary Guardians of the Twelve Hours of Night…
It certainly did explain everything.
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"I get it now," Yami said slowly, "You bound yourself to it, didn't you? A Forsaken Object - the Millennium Rod!"
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"I'm glad to see your memory hasn't failed you," Seto replied.
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Yami tried to sneer back at him, but it ended up being more of a grimace, and for good reason, too.
"I also seem to recall this USED to be the sort of thing you'd never allow happen. But I suppose all these years have mellowed your thinking on the subject of demons, my cousin."
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Seto's eyes flashed. That was all the warning Yami got before he found himself pinned to the ground, head pulled back by his hair, with Seto holding the sharp-blade of the Millennium Rod to his throat.
"Call me that again, filthy beast, and I will see you sent to the deepest depths of the darkest hells, where you belong!" Seto snarled, pushing the edge in bit more so that a little blood flowed.
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Any movement would slice his jugular wide open, and that included making any retorts, so Yami had to settle for glaring. Even if he was serving Hauru, however remotely, Seto was still the same fanatically dangerous priest he had been back in the old days.
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Once Seto pulled the blade away, though, Yami immediately spoke up.
"It changes nothing. You're still the one who opened the vault and let a demon ransack what I thought you viewed as sacred ground," Yami said, enjoying the way Seto immediately looked frustrated - that was his version of embarrassment, "There are things in this fortress that once remained hidden for thousands of years inside that vault, but your duty as its protector didn't seem to have been worth the strain, eh priest?"
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"That is none of your concern," Seto replied flatly, "But there is a bargain which I must maintain…the boy who looks like you. Where is he?"
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Yami smirked.
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"We must be such friends, you think to just ask me."
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Stepping away and out of the circle - not-so-accidentally booting Yami sharply in the ribs while doing so - Seto held the Millennium Rod out so that its eye was pointed right towards Yami's face.
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"These centuries have given me plenty of time to practice the deeper abilities of this weapon," the priest stated, "Unwillingly or no, I shall have an answer out of you yet, beast."
The eye erupted with beams of shining golden light.