Hōkai

Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters series.

Summary:

It's all breaking down for Diva.


One world of an infinite number. One Earth in a network of neurons. Infinite harmonic Earths.

To move forward – to TRANSCEND – the shackles pushing everybody to lose track and forget their bodies and their world! To willfully bury the relationships that brought them into the GAME!

Physical record of one's existence.

Legends seeded across time.

But whereas Jonouchi rather place images of his friends in a guardian headlock, Yugi rather reflect on who he was without his other self, and Kaiba rather research ways to wage a violent insurgency into the afterlife since his VR copy of the Pharaoh couldn't cut it, Diva is turning the golden gears of the cosmos to open directions to a new and better plane.

They are entombed by their pasts, constantly fighting – constantly duelling – for ground to walk on. The road to move on from the people they were in the past.

Journeying inward to wrap their brains around dharma. The truth of themselves, guided by invisible mandalas.

What a laugh. "Aigami" was never Diva's past. He was a construct. The cubic pieces Bakura left broken are what's real.

The cubes sweltering…burned into the orbs of his eyes.

"Evolve." That's the manifesto Kaiba spat. He'd poured all his sweat, spirit, and status into a dead king's rebirth, just to overcome him.

Split and combine. "Reincarnate." That's the dark field Diva forged. Magic versus technology.

Kaiba desired to break free.

Diva desired to break down. The descent down that domino spiral of lower dimensions would sharpen blades in the march toward their coming ascension.

Everything crumbles, stone or memory.

The secret Shadi taught them wasn't conjecture. No mirage. Yes, Diva staked his pain on it.

His pulse for revenge against Bakura. Was Sera right? Were his waves of hatred separating him from their collective consciousness, Prana's Mind?

Mani, I am not out of sync. It's the beastly plane that's out of sync!

I don't regret digging my hand into the dark side of dimensions.

Shin-sama, we are the meteoric vessels for your message. Please share with me the key.

Silent breaths of the breathless. These behemoth souls wait in the shadows to bust through and change this warped, ugly world of guns and hungry children.

We are special. We are chosen. Gods among emperors!

It's causality. It's karma for the foolish abuses humans perpetuate.

Bakura, why do you cry? What guile is this?

Vijam, undimension the obstacles before us!

Indiora Death Volt, shatter every dream but ours!

And Crimson Nova, unify the Trinity!

Where I fell, the Millennium Ring will grow me wings to fly.

We must go there! We must go there! We must go there!

Because there…

There's no more fear.