Yugioh! - Unlimited Boundary Rewrite!
Chapter Nine - Purgatory
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Morning Musume - Kanashimi Twilight
When Alek's eyes opened, he saw a pair of wide ones looking back only an inch away from his face. Both of them jumped, and the child fell back from Alek's body and hit the ground. He started to cry and hold his head in pain.
"What are you..." Alek was surrounded in the bright colors and childish images of a nursery. A brightly lit room cluttered with toys. He looked to the little black-haired kid rubbing his eyes, wearing overalls and a white t-shirt. Alek's blue jacket and duel disk had vanished, and only his bloody, white shirt and black jeans remained. He checked his torso; no bullet hole. A million questions rose in his head.
"That wasn't very nice!" The kid yelled.
"You were crawling on me!" Alek snapped, only making him cry louder.
"I was... I was seeing if you were okay..." He sniffled through his tears.
"God..." Alek sat up and put his face against his knees, hitting his forehead until he got a headache. "How old are you? You look too old to be crying so much."
"I'm six," he proudly exclaimed, holding up the fingers as if it were the only way he could remember. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen..." Alek mumbled. "What am I doing here?"
"Well... Mommy isn't home yet. So we're being babysitted."
"Oh please..." Alek relinquished his breath and laid back on the floor. He started pounding on his head. "I'm going crazy. This is a dream. Wake up."
The kid laughed.
"What?" Alek snapped again.
"You keep hurting yourself. It's funny."
"It's not funny, it hurts."
"But, you're doing it to yourself. Just stop if it hurts."
"Don't you have toys or something to go play with?" Alek asked to change the topic.
"Nah. I don't like baby toys," The kid shook his head furiously. He ran to a backpack in the middle of the room and began to rifle through it. Surprisingly to Alek, he pulled out a deck box. "I like playing big boy games. Like Duel Monsters."
Alek smiled, kinda. "Oh, so you play like a big boy then?"
Did he just baby talk? He couldn't believe himself.
"Well, yeah! I'm the best!"
"I don't think so, kid."
"No, really! I'm the best dueler in my whole grade!"
The kid reached into his shirt and pulled out the cheap, plastic medal attached to the end of his laniard. "First Place" was painted in gold.
"Ha," Alek touched the dollar-store award and shook his head. "I used to have one of those. Didn't really mean much, though. Everyone else sucked."
"Mommy doesn't let me have a lot of candy," the kid said sadly. "But it was really fun. There was even a girl playing! What's up with that?"
Alek started to let himself gush. Stop it, he told himself. This kid pisses you off.
"What kind of deck do you run, kid?" Alek decided to pry.
"Dragons!" He smiled brightly. "They're my favorite."
"Well... I'm known to know a thing or two about dragon cards. Let me see what you got," Alek held his hand out, and the kid happily gave him his deck. He then ran around Alek to jump up on his shoulder, trying to see everything he did.
"That bottom one. He's one of my favorites."
"Rabbi-Dragon?" Alek laughed. "Man. Brings back a lot of memories."
"He's so strong and cute!" The kid squealed. "And him. My friend gave me him."
"Light and Darkness Dragon..." Alek felt his heart sink.
"Yeah! Almost as strong as Rabbi. But she said that its effect is what's really important. She said as long as I have him out, it's like she's protecting me."
"Kid... Your name... is it–?"
"Alek!" An old woman called in from the doorway. "Your Mommy is here!"
"Yay!" The kid cheered and jumped off of Alek, running to the doorway in excitement as a tall, beautiful woman wrapped in expensive furs came in, her head turned to talk with the babysitter. "Mommy! I won the tournament today!"
But she didn't say anything.
Little Alek pulled at the bottom of his mom's dress, and she staggered back in anger.
"What are you doing? This dress was so expensive! You're going to ruin it!"
"I... I'm sorry..." He got quiet, feeling the tears blur his vision.
"Hey!" Alek stood up and screamed. But no one looked at him. "I'm talking to you, bitch!"
"I... was just trying to tell you that I won my tournament today!" The kid bounced back, as happy as he was a few minutes ago.
Alek growled and reached for the nearest hard object, a block with an A on it. "Pay the fuck attention to me!" He screamed, throwing the block as hard as he could at the woman. It would've hit her in the face, where she deserved it, but instead it passed right through. Alek's mother disappeared, followed by the babysitter, the kid, and then the room entirely. And soon, there was nothing but darkness. Then, laughter...
"You..."
"Enjoying the toxin? I thought it was sort-of cute."
"Fuck you! What did you do to me?"
"You asked me for help, didn't you?"
"I would've never asked for this, Igor..."
The man appeared before Alek, hidden by the shroud of the surrounding darkness. Alek knew him well, though. He was the man who gave him the Dark Armed Dragon. He was the cause of all of his misery. He introduced himself as Husk. The man's head was almost completely wrapped in faded bandages, all but the red of his right eye. The lower half of his face hid behind a gas mask, and his bulky, hunched body behind the black silk of a cloak.
"Now, now. Name calling isn't very nice. I didn't do anything to deserve that."
"You fucked my life!"
"I gave you a purpose, kid. You wanted power, and I gave you the best this world has to offer. How you handle it is not my problem."
"Take it back. Take everything you gave me back! I don't need you!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that. Our lord has taken a liking to you. He says you have the most potential we've seen in years... You could be so blessed as to be his host! And until we figure out where you belong in our little band, you're stuck here. It's better this way. You can't hurt yourself in here."
"And where the hell is 'in here?'"
"I don't believe I owe you any answers," Husk smirked. "But, since I'm such a nice guy and all. We're inside your mind."
"You're full of shit..."
"So vulgar, you are. No wonder nobody wants to be your friend. You're just plain mean!" Husk chuckled. "How else would I know about little ol' you and your Mommy problems? Or how to stab at every little tiny weak point you have? I could show you more, if you would like."
At the wave of a hand, the surroundings changed again. Alek was in a bright, crowded room, standing at the front of a massive crowd. He knew exactly where he was.
"Welcome," Husk cackled. "To the World Championships."
"Fuck you... Take us out, right now! End this!"
"I'm not quite convinced that you're a believer, sir. Shut up and watch the table in front of you. It gets interesting here. Real plot twist."
All Alek had to do was look up. He'd see himself and Arata sitting at opposite ends of a table, swarmed with players. The game was being televised via the little orb that floated above their heads, getting an above view of the game.
"Light and Darkness Dragon, attacks directly!" Alek exclaimed, pushing the card towards her to indicate an attack. The life point counter to their sides read the numbers in red.
Alek - 1000
Arata - 50
"End this right now... Or I swear, I will kill you," Alek demanded.
"Shush. Good part."
"God damn, Alek," Arata laughed. "Trying to beat me with my own card? Insult to injury, much?"
Alek, the one playing the game, laughed with her. "Don't try and take credit for this. I've been waiting for this moment my entire life."
"I wouldn't count your blessings yet. Mystical Space Typhoon that face-down you got ready to spring on me."
Alek shook his head. "Now, you know Light and Darkness negates that."
"Oh, goodness me," Arata smiled. "How could I forget such a crucial detail? Well, how about Heavy Storm to kill both of our back rows. Does he negate that too?"
"...What are you doing?" Alek put up a cold stare.
"And what would his attack points be after that? You do have to pay for his effect with attack points, correct?"
"Yeah. 700..."
"Not such a monster now, is he? How about after I use my Foolish Burial spell card?"
"...200."
"It's painful to watch, isn't it?" Husk asked. "Watching her play mind games with you."
The present Alek didn't say a word.
"I guess I'm out of plays... You may have bested me, Alek. For once," Arata offered a handshake.
You bitch, Alek thought to himself. He hated every minute of this. Don't reach for her hand.
Past Alek reached for her hand with a smile, but Arata jerked away. "Wait. Almost forgot. I still have a face-down."
And once she flipped it over, Alek's heart shattered.
"Blazing Dust Explosion. Removes all Laval monsters in my graveyard to destroy your entire field."
The crowd roared, as if it was the most epic move ever made. Alek had her. Alek was going to win. And she pulled a card like that out of her ass. Past Alek was completely speechless.
"Summon my Laval Cannoneer from my hand, who brings back my Lavalval Dragon from the RFG zone," Arata offered her hand once more. "Amazing game?"
"..."
Alek - 0
Arata - 50
Millions of pictures were taken at once. Everyone in the crowd screamed Arata's name. Alek's gaze sunk low. They were both on the same team; it didn't matter who won. It didn't matter to anyone but Alek. And the millions of people who saw it happen. His name didn't even get said in the broadcasts, nor the articles written, not even in the rumors people spread. Not unless it was how shitty he was at this game. Never won a Worlds, only topped.
"Good stuff, good stuff," Husk clapped his hands. "Your life is like the high numbers in satellite TV. Every channel, you're getting fucked!"
Alek swung his body around and buried his fist into Husk's face, but it would've hurt less if he hit a brick wall. Husk didn't even feel it.
"Oh. So it seems you can hurt yourself in here. Oh well."
Alek didn't care about the pain. He did it again and again, tickling Husk more than hurting him.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stop. I'm getting kinda annoyed at that."
"Sorry to inconvenience you!" Alek screamed, never stopping until Husk threw him to the ground.
"You two are so noisy," Another familiar voice chimed in, and a second figure appeared beside Husk. It was Alek, again. His eyes dark red, his hair sprawled out and his face twisted. But it was Alek. The voice that came out, that was Dark Armed Dragon...
Alek jumped up to his feet and threw his arm out, his duel disk appearing once more attached to his wrist.
"My lord, your new body looks wonderful," Husk knelt his head to bow.
"Gee, thanks," Alek smirked. "Not too good looking yourself, though. An ugly stick would do you some good."
Dark Armed Dragon laughed. "That's why I like you. Such a spirit on you. I almost feel bad about using your body."
"You two want my body so bad," Alek couldn't help but smile when he said that. "Then fucking duel me for it! Right here and now, I'll kill both of you!"
Husk roared with laughter. "You couldn't come close to my level, don't even joke."
Dark Armed cracked a smile, however.
"Tell you what," Dark Armed said. "Sure. I think I will play with you. But, it's been sooo long since I've played in a duel... I'll be using the deck that came with this body, if you don't mind."
Alek looked to his duel disk. What deck was in his, then..?
"And, we play by my rules," Dark Armed stepped passed Husk, who insisted that he must've been joking. "No, this will be fun. If I win this little shadow game of ours, this body is mine. I don't even really have to bet for that, I could just take it if I wanted. But, if I win, not only do I win your body, but your soul will belong to me. I'll be devouring it when we're done. As much as I love your wit, I'm afraid I have to listen to your voice too much as it is."
Alek grit his teeth. "And if I defeat you, you leave. You shut the fuck up, and you leave me alone!"
"Fine, fine. Whiner. I thought we were becoming such great friends... But then you tried to kill yourself. I don't like that very much. You're just delaying the inevitable. I don't need your heart to beat to take your body. You pretty much gave it to me after that!"
"If the next words out of your mouth aren't 'let's duel', I swear to God..."
"Or what?" Dark Armed cracked. "Oops. I mean, let's duel."
Both of their disks lit up, their point counters rose, Husk vanished, and the background lit up with color. The two appeared in the SDA stadium, the insides broken and burned, but the dueling field still in perfect form.
Alek - 10,000
Dark Armed Dragon - 10,000
"Let's duel, mother fucker."
"Game on, vassal."