I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Only Darien, Barry, and the nameless woman are mine. This story takes place after the movie "The Dark Side of Dimensions."
Chapter One- Forced Gift
Mokuba, current president of Kaiba Corp, stared down at the unconscious body of his brother. The attempt to revive the pharaoh via the Puzzle had failed and the Puzzle had been truly lost. That was when Kaiba hit on the idea of creating a path to the afterlife and had spent weeks developing the technology in their space station. He had gone into the pod upon its completion and was soon unconscious, his soul heading to meet the pharaoh.
That had been three months ago and Mokuba was concerned that his brother would never return. His obsession with dueling and defeating the pharaoh had led him to this: His body lying in a pod in a coma while his soul had traveled to the afterlife to challenge an old rival. Is it possible that Seto has no idea how much time has passed? Suppose he returns years later and is shocked at seeing me as an adult while he is unchanged? Mokuba closed his eyes and thought, Please Pharaoh. Give Seto the victory and closure he needs so he'll come back to me like he promised. He opened his eyes and turned to head back to Earth. There were business matters to attend to and only he could deal with them.
The trip back to Kaiba Corp labs on Earth wasn't long and Mokuba was soon riding back to headquarters with budgets, contracts, and sales going through his head. The amount of work needed to be done didn't faze him. Kaiba had been teaching him during the last two years and these past three months had seen Mokuba grow into a commanding figure. He wasn't as cold as Kaiba but he was decisive in running the company's affairs. Seto would be proud of me when and if he comes back. I hope my thoughts reached the pharaoh. I miss Seto so much.
Atem blinked and tilted his head for a moment. He sensed terrible loneliness. It was so strong that he sensed it came from the living world. It didn't take him long to figure it all out. Some time ago, Kaiba had come to the afterlife seeking to duel him. He had hoped Kaiba only wanted just one more duel, but he was wrong. He wanted to win a duel. Kaiba would show up once in a while with the confident look of someone who would finally triumph but each time he lost and Kaiba would depart to re-think his tactics.
Atem had no idea how much time had passed since Kaiba's arrival but it was clear that his absence from life was felt. Again, it wasn't hard to know who missed him: Mokuba. He shook his head. Kaiba is so obsessed with defeating me that he's practically abandoned his family. There is only one thing to do: I must lose in a way that is believable so he will head home. The problem is that I just beat Kaiba…again. He won't come back until he's ready to try again. Hang in there, Mokuba. I will lose next time so that Kaiba will return to you.
Mokuba yawned before signing another document. He had been buried in paperwork since returning from space and he had finally finished them. Now, I can head home, get some dinner, and head to bed. He smiled at the thought as he picked up the phone to call home and request steak, baked potato, and broccoli for dinner. He had grown up to the point where his dinner choices were more adult and sensible. With his request put in, he gathered some papers, put them in a briefcase, and left the office.
The building was quiet, empty, and dimly lit as it was after hours. The quiet state was spooky, but it didn't creep out Mokuba as he had left when it was quiet like this. He took the elevator down to the ground floor and was about halfway across the lobby when he was grabbed from behind. He felt a strong arm go around his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. He felt his feet leave the floor as he struggled to get loose.
"Relax. I mean no harm," a man's voice said in his ear. "I wish to give you a gift."
"I doubt that," Mokuba shot back, flailing his legs in hope of kicking his assailant, preferably between the legs.
The man was doing something Mokuba couldn't see, but he said, "You will eventually see that it is a gift I'm giving you."
"You think I'm going to-," Mokuba began before a tube was put in his mouth. He felt his head being tilted back so that the tube's contents went down his throat. Mokuba coughed once the tube had been removed. "What did you do?" he demanded, unable to see his attacker's face as he was still being held.
"That was a formula and it is changing you into a werewolf."
"A werewolf?" Mokuba scoffed. "That is ridiculous."
"Actually, it's not. You will experience wolf impulses and feelings until the full moon when you will change into a tame but self-aware wolf. I have a couple of papers about your new condition that I will give you. I recommend that you not be angry once the full moon is over."
"You do, huh?" Mokuba felt himself being released and papers being slipped into his hand. He whirled around and gasped before taking a step back. His attacker looked human save for the wolf ears, wolf tail, and intense gold-brown eyes.
The man grinned at his reaction. "Yes, I'm a werewolf and when the full moon is two days away, these signs appear. You may wish to stay home when you get these signs after this full moon. Everything is in those papers. Good luck, my young friend." The man then turned into a gray-tipped blonde wolf and padded off toward a side exit.
Mokuba hurried out the front door and toward the limo that stood there. The incident in the lobby had apparently not attracted attention, which Mokuba thought was a little odd. He climbed into the car and once the door was shut, it headed off for home. Mokuba glanced at the papers in his hand before storing them in his briefcase to keep them safe as they would be as important as any papers in that case. He then reflected on his attacker.
I can't deny that he is a werewolf based on what I saw, but am I one too? He stared at his reflection in the window. He looked normal. But he said I would experience wolf impulses and feeling until the full moon…which is the day after tomorrow! Then I'll transform into a wolf. A tame, self-aware one. Questions then began to race through his mind as he thought of transforming into a wolf. What would he look like? Would he be able to talk in that form? Or would it just be wolf sounds? It was clear that he would have to leave the office before dark on full moon nights and he would need to work steadily to keep his level of work up to its usual standards; for three nights a month, he couldn't work after dark.
When he got home, he quickly consumed his dinner and headed up to his room. He sat at his desk, put the case on it, opened it, and removed the papers he was handed.
It's exactly like he said. Everything I need to know is right here. He began to read in earnest. The formula he had consumed was working on altering his DNA to be human and wolf, the latter would manifest in impulses and feelings. His emotions may be less complex and he may express them as growls or barks during the next two days. The impulses would be things like walking on all fours and curling up to sleep. Impulses and feelings were just the side effects of the formula and would become part of his wolf side once he had changed.
The change would be painful the first time which made sense. After that it would be quick and instant. He would be human in mind and voice but wolf in body, instincts, and voice as well. He would desire meat and nothing else during the full moon but the craving would still be felt outside of the full moon. Once the full moon had passed, he would be able to change whenever he liked but he had to control his anger. A loss of temper would cause him to change to a vicious, simple wolf. He would think as a wolf until his anger was spent but he would be trapped as a wolf until the next morning.
His senses would sharpen after his first change and his weaknesses would activate as well. Pure silver of any kind would cause him pain and healed only by raw meat. Wolfsbane would dull his senses and make him sick for a day if exposed to it for too long. Mokuba leaned back to think.
It would seem that this is a gift, the anger and weaknesses aside. I can hardly wait.