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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yugioh
Claimer: All the stuff I made up for this fic is MINE! And please don't make me go through the whole list again...it hurts the throat, ya?
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Even half-blinded by the light that the Rod was putting out, Yami could still feel the foul, unnatural way the magic was pushing at him, trying to pin his mind down. A simple human might try to hide behind their mental defenses for protection from such an invasion, but that was stupid.
Almost amused by the irony of it, Yami pinpointed the source of the mental pressure and lashed out at the source of his torment, the same as any other trapped animal. The bastard priest grumbled something under his breath - tsk tsk, such language! - and pushed harder.
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Of course, unless Yami hurt Seto enough to make him lose his focus, this was practically guaranteed to be a losing battle for the mage-demon; in this state, Yami could far too easily sense the flood of shadow magic that the priest was drawing on and it was like an ocean, one that you couldn't possibly avoid drowning in…
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Fortunately, before things became completely hopeless, Seto's focus was broken. Just as things looked their most dire, a white something shot through the air, aimed straight for the priest's head. Seto swung the Millennium Rod around, smashing the thing - a skull? - into chunks, which went flying to the side, inadvertently snapping the connection he had been diligently pounding into Yami's head.
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Fighting the power of a Forsaken Object took quite a bit out of one, Yami discovered. Returning his attention to the outside world, Yami found his body was collapsed on the floor, gasping greedily for breath and as exhausted as if he had run in the desert for hours during midday. For the moment, the mage-demon could do nothing but breathe, absently staring at the spot where the girl's body had been. It wasn't there now, but her blood had spread a good ways.The obvious dragging marks and footprints showed where some minion of Hauru's had come to drag the corpse away…incongruously, Yami wondered if what was left of her was already dropping into the acid-fountain he and Yugi had discovered in the basement…
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"It figures," Seto said, drawing Yami's attention back his way, "Disgusting vermin always swarm in hordes."
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Yami turned to where the priest was looking…and growled. There, perched as cheerfully as a monkey on top of Hauru's throne, was a FAR-too-happy-with-himself necromancer-demon who was well overdue for his evisceration.
"Nice to see you too, bastard priest!" Bakurah said, waving cheekily at Seto before bursting into maniacal laughter.
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Hauru, for his part, merely peered upwards to check who was there, but did absolutely nothing else, apparently perfectly content to sit back and watch the unfolding drama. Seto did not fail to disappoint, either - a burst of shadow energy was already zipping through the air, aimed straight for Bakurah's smug face. Yami was torn - he didn't want to wish any success to either of them - but Bakurah dodged as if Seto hadn't even been trying to hit him.
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"Oooh, and aren't WE a cranky little bastard?" Bakurah smirked, "Shame on you, such a temper!"
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Seto looked like he was about rush over and snap the thief's neck bare-handed, but managed to (miraculously) compose himself. In a voice that ALMOST sounded completely unconcerned, Seto mentioned, "For all your boasting, thief, your skills seem to be slacking after all these years…"
Bakurah shrugged.
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"You ARE an idiot," the fiend said, smiling so that all his sharp teeth could be seen, "There's supposed to be this soft mushy thing inside your impossibly thick skull, bastard priest, why don't you try USING it? …Assuming you even have one of those, of course…"
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Seto frowned, Bakurah laughed again, and Yami started eyeing the edge of the seal he was stick inside of and wondering if he could manage to get himself over to the other side before Seto noticed anything.
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Maybe not. Seto broke off his staring and glaring contest with the fiend and walked around the seal, stopping right at the very spot where Yami had been contemplating escaping. Something about the way Seto was moving set an alarm bell quietly ringing in the back of the mage-demon's head - that smugness and self-satisfaction. Where had he seen that before…?
Oh merciful gods above…no.Yami's worst fears were confirmed the very instant Seto's features twisted into the vicious parody of a sneer. The last time Yami had seen the priest with that expression…
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"The last time we three were together, there wasn't enough time to settle things properly…and as the filthy beast here might recall," Seto drawled, delivering a painful and very unsubtle 'love-tap' right in Yami's solar plexus, "I do so hate to leave my work unfinished."
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Perhaps sensing something amiss, Hauru straightened in his chair. If he hadn't been unable to move or say anything, Yami could have told the demon lord that his so-called 'servant' only served another when it got him what he wanted - and once his goal was in reach, the priest went right through anyone who tried to delay or distract him.
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"Two dangerous animals…and one minor irritant…" Seto added, indicating just how low Hauru was on Seto's scale of importance after all , "You are nothing but a plague to this world, and it will be my great honor to remove you from the face of it."
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"Oh no, the bastard priest is going to try and kill us," Bakurah drawled, "Oh dearie me, what EVER shall I do? Maybe I'll live through it without a scratch…just like last time! Hah hah!"
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"What the hell…" Hauru had gotten up by this point, sensing things had definitely taken a turn for the absolute worse, "Mortal! We still have a deal! And as long as you fail to deliver your end, you remain my servant!"
"Hmm…" Seto seemed amused, "I suppose that is true…"
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And with a flash of gold, the Millennium Rod had shot through the air and buried itself in Hauru's chest, blade-first. Normally, such a wound was little more than a mere inconvenience, especially in a strong, healthy, full-blooded demon lord such as Hauru was. But even with it out of his hands, Seto still had control over his Forsaken Object.
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The Millennium Rod began glowing with a dark and deadly light. The power built rapidly, haloing Hauru in shadow magic, the demon utterly helpless to defend himself as -
There was a flash of black light that threatened to sear Yami's retinas, forcing him to look away. When the light faded, the mage-demon warily looked back, but Hauru was gone. The Millennium Rod was gleaming - almost innocently - as it jutted out from the top of a small pile of withered limbs and shredded flesh that had been a living creature a split-second earlier.
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For a moment, the only sounds in the room was the hissing sound of Hauru's steaming remains cooling off, and Bakurah's low whistle of appreciation.