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Everlasting	By : KitsuneHashiba Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 1567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Everlasting
Kitsune Hashiba

A/N: Sorry about the delay in updates guys but... yeah, I've been working on some new fic ideas from some other categories (namely Yami no Matsuei and Gravitation) and I just haven't had time to work on my YGO fics as of late... That and we still haven't gotten my old comp up and running yet =^_^;;

Fic Notes: Well... I don't know where this came from... but yeah. Whatever works I guess.... I *think* the setting is in Japan... but not quite... just figure it out on your own... e are are some bits in the first part (the one about Helen) that come from "Inside the Walls of Troy", but yeah, =^_^;; Most of it's mine though, so no worries. And on that note...

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. I don't eveetenetend to own Yugioh.

Warnings: AU. Fuck yeah this is in an alternate universe. Not much to deal with the actual timeline at all. A LOT of Yaoi, a bit of Het, just as much Yuri, Angst, Dark Themes, Profanity, Slavery, Death, Drugs, Torture, Limes, Blood, a small bit of Incest, Rape, Lemons and Graphic Rape(which will be found only at AFF.N), Sadism, Masochism, Bondage, Gore, Er... basically don't read if you're squeamish. Just... don't.

Pairings: You know, for once I'm not telling... MWA HAH AHAHAHHAHAHA- *cough cough hack* .......AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Summary: Her beauty, so great that all who looked upon her fell under her spell. And though her body may have perished, beauty never fades - it merely passes on. It is his curse now, a plague of death that surrounds him in all that he does. How will he use it, or does he even have a choice?

"Everlasting"
Kitsune Hashiba

Because of my extraordinary beauty, they say a thousand ships were launched, fifty thousand men died, and the world's greatest city fell to dust.

Hair of spun gold, skin like warm honey, eyes the color of the Aegean at dusk. I often have been described as such. All men have said that before me, even women have whispered it behind my back.

They say that Zeus himself was my father, that the gods never sculpted a more perfect face tminemine. Behind that face was a girl named Helen, who loved horses, played the flute, bit her nails.

People never did look past the face much.

I'm no longer the beauty that men lusted after - aged to become the old woman I'd often teased my nurse about when I was young and na�ve. They still praise me for my looks, I've yet to loose this nuisance to the next age of children. Yet I would not wish this upon anyone, let alone my own dearest daughter.

By the Styx, I would cast this... thing aside... if it would please the gods to let me do so.

Alas, I fear that...

It will carry on, plague another's life, as it did mine.

Beauty is not a blessing but a curse, one that allows you nothing but to sit and look pretty for someone like an ornament that will fade if you do not polish it every so often. It is folly to believe that it will fade, or that it will ever finally leave. And I know now, as my soul departs, that I was not the first, and I am not the last.

A sharp intake of breath, and I find myself sitting upon a bed of flowers once again, same as last I awoke from being "reborn".

Earth is a devilish place. So many names I have had... Helen has by far been the most troublesome. It's as if every time I return, the cost is higher than before. I know that there is no true "death" in that world, that even now, if I wished, I could see "Cassandra" or "Paris" yet again. But now that I know this, is there really a point?

As my breathing returns to normal, I feel the stress leaving my body, and I know that I must go to my quarters to write a report to the Creator of the Universe about my adventure, as does every other Aynujoul. I do not wish to, as soon as the last word is written, I will forget all that is learned, CotU's way of keeping us as his faithful servants.

I must. To keep myself as myself, to not endure an eternal fate such as those that some of my race have. I would rather forget than have to be trapped in an endless circle of Death, Destruction and Rebirth.

//Is that not what you are already in?//

Not to the extent that they are. As I walk towards the stone palace, I take a look at the others I'm leaving in the Fields of Dreaming. Some are writhing in pain, others still with a content smile. The next sight I see frightens me - a new Aynujoul sits next to another, brushing away the "sleeping" one's hair away from his face with a quick swipe of his hand. I recognize the older one, he was my brother's wife in my last "life", I believe. The soul itself is much older than I would ever want to be, and this boy that kneels next to him is but a child... one who has not learned that we truly have no connection with those that we have met on Earth. We will make such declarations of friendship and love, only to lose them here in this wasteland of splendor.

I will leave them be, when Oashieymi awakes, he will deal with this child, even if it means beating him into an understanding.

I have a report to write.

Earth? I have been there once before I remember that much.

I cannot see beyond that though, so that must mean that it is a wonderful place... right?

I should not be so untrusting. CotU has always taken care of us, harsh when needed, soft and caring as well.

I will see what this "Earth" is, and I will report back to him like the others do.

The gates of the Fields of Dreaming lie before me now, and I will open them and face my destiny, whatever it may be.

But... somehow I feel as if I'm forgetting something.

Yes. I feel it now. I am to be born yet again, but what troubles shall I face? Maybe this time, I will be allowed to be the child I was denied. Maybe now I can find the love that I lost. Maybe...

No. I am not destined for such happiness.

I will not know of the past, I will not know the pain that comes by just being who I am. But I think....

I *know*...

You will learn.

Above all things, you will learn...

Jounouchi Katsuya.

"It's been twenty years now. Twenty damned years since that fucking law has been passed. And NOW you want to revoke it? What made you change your minds?"

"Kaiba-san. Sit down. You're in no position to argue with our decisions." The voice was cool. Calm. So unlike the others was this newcomer to the group. They were all in awe of his power. This one... Mori... addressed him as one would a child. "L "Like hell I'm not. You will explain to me why."

"Very well, Mr. Kaiba." The American representative. Shit. "We are well aware of the good intentions that this "servitude" policy originally had. When the law was passed, it seemed like the ideal solution. But things are different now than they were back in the old days." He gestured for Asuka to continue. History was her area of expertise, old or new.

"When the war broke out, the nation collected many refugees from the enemy occupied territories - that was our incentive to pass your father's law to begin with. We had no place to keep them, and America refused to take them for us. As a result, many prison facilities were cleared out and cleaned, and passed as temporary homes for these immigrants." She cleared her throat. "You remember all this right? I'm sure you were born at this time at least."

"I'm no younger than many of the others in this room. I was in my late teens at that time." She nodded in assent.

"But the problems soon became the prisoners instead. We ran out of space, to put it simply. Your father suggested a new law. Convicts would be employed under businessmen and officials as servants. These people had enough security to keep the criminals in line. In exchange, they'd be released in half the amount of time they were sentenced." She paused, as if unsure how to continue from this point.

Mr. Smith stepped in once again. "I notice that you yourself have quite a few of them under you wing. As the CEO of one of the larger electronic corporations here in Japan, you're recorded to have over thirty within your home, am I correct?"

"Considering that my father is also the leader of this nation, thirty servants is nothing for a mansion of my size."

"A good argument, I'm sure. This concept of servitude worked, at first. The public was happy because the service was free. The prisoners saw it as a quicker route to freedom. But as the service spread, the prisons emptied, one by one. In most cases, only those that were under the death penalty remained. But there's one fatal flaw in this plan - what do you think is going to happen, Mr. Kaiba, once these convicts are through with their sentence? Their employers aren't going to let them go that easily." He threw down a folder onto the table, papers and photographs spreading over it. "I have here a number of reported cases - servants being abused, children being sold for money to achieve a new, younger class of free work. This isn't servitude. It's slavery."

Cold, impassionate eyes narrowed and the CEO nodded twice. "You're right. It has turned into that, hasn't it. Unfortunately, you, Sir, are a bit slow on the uptake." He stood, slipping a gun from his coat pocket and leveling it at the man. The brunette back up a bit, before pulling a gun out of his own coat in less than a millisecond.

"You see, Smith-san... We may be leaders of a nation, but we're not stupid. This new law brought Japan's economy up to new levels, we're thriving in ways we thought were never even possible." Asuka turned, revealing her own gun, already aimed at the American's heart. One by one the others pulled out there weapons, until only Smith and Mori were left unarmed. The calm voice broke in yet again.

"We hoped to solve this peacefully. Argue a bit, toss the restrictions back and forth, and settle on keeping it. You just had to ruin all that didn't you?" The cold steel pressed against the man's temple, before a single gunshot was heard to echo through the soundproof room. "It's just too bad, really."

Well, that's the start o. Ne. Next chappie will actually contain most of our precious little bishies, so stay tooned! (What am I, some cheesy announcer?) Erm... my belief of what happens after death was not reflected in this... once again, a random world appeared in my head and I used it like the dirty little fox I am... *cough* Right. Anyways, that means, I don't believe in any afterworld that is in this story... It just fit so I took it. Yes, I made Seto and Mokuba Kaiba's biological children. That way I don't have to deal with the whole Noah thingie... And also, did I get Gozaborou's name spelled right? -_-;; It always seems to slip my mind whenever I really need it. Ah well... Ja!
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