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Mouth of Yomi	By : Silvershadowfire Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Next chapter, people! Thanks for the reviews!
Taking some advice from a certain reviewer, I�m going to try and make the sections longer.
And here comes my muse with the 2X4, so I had better get writing, ne?
{shadows speaking}
Trans. Note: Kekui neb-heba.w = Dark Master of Games (Ancient Egyptian)

Title used by Duelmonsters for A

Hikari no Yugi-sensei = Light Master of Games (Japanese)

Title used by Duelmonsters for Yugi
Reviewer Replies: Th to to ever who who reviewed!
Deb: Thanks for the compliments! *blush* I always thought Yugi would look soo kawaii in the Pharaoh�s outfit - as for the angel, go to wwnimenime.net and look under Fan Art; there is a very cool picture that I based Atem�s costume on.
Red Dragon: I hope this is soon enough for you - I plan on updating at least once a week; more if I get reviews! And I don�t know if poor Yugi-chan is in his right mind since Atem went away�

Oh, and I think you�ll like the second part of this chapter. ^-^
Java Green: Yes, the rest of the yamis will be in the story, but not until later - Chapter 10 will introduce Yami Bakura, and Chapter 11 will introduce Yami Marik.
Arainaina: Don�t worry - I�ve written up to Chapter 10 at this point, and I have no intention of quitting now until the whole story is told.
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Chapter 5 - Shadow Madness
Casting blindly in the face of uncounted monsters which appeared from the black depths of the maze, Atem threw down the first two cards he grabbed.

The Feral Imp and Queen�s Knight appeared; the Pharaoh swore harshly. The monsters weren�t strong enough to hold off the onslaught - the only creatures in his deck that might do the trick were the Egyptian God Cards. Adrenaline washed through him, boosting his waning strength even as his Shadow powers seemed to grow. He focussed on the attacking monsters, but didn�t summon anything yet. The Egyptian God Cards were wilful and difficult to command - he didn�t dare think of what might happen if he lost control of such powerful creatures here.

The imp and the knight died within seconds of each other; Atem�s flesh echoed their wounds. Red blood flowed over his ruined shift before the sws lws latched onto him. He whimpered, but not from pain - a new wave of power washed through him, leaving purest ecstasy in its wake. Breathing harshly, he moaned as his body shook with reaction. No sense of time intruded on this place: he had no idea how long he had been fighting. His skin was covered in shining silver scars where thadowadows had healed his wounds. But their aid did not come without a price.

{Hunger.} Voices whispered in his mind. Red ed hed his eyesight as Atem vainly held his hands over his ears. {Feed us, Dark King. Feed us blood.} He fell to his knees as he turned his attention from the monsters without to those within.
�Get out of my head!� he wailed. Icy fingers ran down his arms and sides; he shivered at the cold that had entered his very bones. Cold that became part of him.
The next attack came, slashing him with hot pain that turned to sweet delight when the shadows caressed his flesh, drank his blood. The pleasure�oh Ra help him!
{Feed us.} He knew what they wanted. He knew what they needed; that same need ran through him like wine. He leaned back, half supported by their cold embrace, his eyes rolling up into his head as he moaned deep in his throat. They were part of him now and he was part of them and there was no light anywhere just monsters and shades and the voices and the power andandandand�
�Swords of Sealing Light!*� Atem pulled back from the brink of madness, holding the magic card before him, calling the spell into reality. The monsters clawed at nothing as the bright swords walled them away from their prey. Blinking eyes which had become almost completely crimson, Atem got to feetfeet slowly. He stared at the creatures; raw magic seethed in his blood, demanding release. The shadows still wrapped lovingly around him, whispering in his mind. Cold fire burned along his scars.
{Feed us, Shadow Lord. Feed us.}
He moaned again as his body shook with exhaustion - soon the Swords would vanish, leaving him vulnerable. He would lose�his hikari would die�no�not Yugi-koi, his love, his light, the other part of his soul.
With a groan somewhere between anguish and bliss, Atem raised his arms. There was no card for this, but he knew what to do.
He felt the Sennen Eye on his forehead begin to glow as he dropped the barriers that held his power. The darkness around him moved, restless, anticipating.
�Let the Shadows consume you.� Voice ringing, Atem threw his head back as the Swords flickered and died. He didn�t see the shades around him lurch forward, consuming the monsters utterly - he didn�t have to. Dark energy flowed out om, gm, granting strength to the Shadows.
{Sweet so sweet death pain joy} The Shadows rejoiced in their feast. The Pharaoh dropped to hands and knees, shaking, stomach churning. Ra help him�his breathing was too fast, too harsh. He panted in the dark as the monsters died.
{Gift for you, Shadow King} Darkness wrapped itself around him, gentle as a lover. Tendrils drew him upright, caressing, demanding. Something warm and salt-sweet poured into his mouth - he swallowed on ex aex and choked. The coppery tang of blood filled his nostrils, but more than the physical taste was the emotional taste; fear and anger and helpless despair. It disgusted him - he wanted more. Anything to fill the emptiness left behind.
Finally sated, the shadows withdrew, leaving Atem huddled on the cold stone. No trace remained of the monsters. He groaned and threw up, rubbing his hands over his arms as though he could remove the stain that covered his soul. Foul. Tainted. Evil. The taste of blood remained on his lips, overcoming the sour bile. He resisted the urge to lick it off.
Struggling, he made it to his feet and stumbled a few meters further through the maze before physical and mental fatigue combined to steal his awareness.
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From out of the swirling shadows three figures approached, seemingly forming from the sable air. If Atem had been awake, he would have recognized all three as Duelmonsters. The first was very small, a brown puffball of fur with four tiny green legs and bright eyes. It floated towards the unconscious King of Games, making a worried �ku� sound.
The other two appeared human, at least initially. On the left was a beautiful woman, dressed in long pale green robes. Her blue skin and delicate pointed ears contrasted with her long, blonde hair. She moved with such grace it appeared she was floating.
Beside her a man with equally blue skin and wild, black hair stepped out of the shadows. Very tall, he was garbed in black leather covered in ornamental buckles and straps: on his head he wore a wide hat that resembled backswept horns. In one hand he carried a staff. He frowned as the woman knelt beside the fallen figure of their master. The puffball made the same worried sound again.

�Hush, Kuriboh.� the woman murmured gently to the puffbawho who floated down beside Atem and rubbed against his head. The woman touched the Pharaoh�s skin and shivered.
�He is very weak, aneezieezing.� she said to the man. Then she looked at Kuriboh. �You were right to bring us here. I know you want to help; may I cast a spell on you?�
�Ku.� It was the same sound, but now the little Duelmonster sounded cheerful.
�What are you going to do, Mystical Elf?� the man - known to all as the Magician of Black Chaos - asked, hunkering beside her, staff across his knees. �Kekui neb-heba.w is very sick - the darkness in him is fouled.�
�I cannot aid in that - my power is not nearly great enough.� the elven spellcaster shook her head. �But this should help.� Raising her head and closing her eyes, she sang, the music of her voice echoing in the dark labyrinth. Kuriboh suddenly started to multiply, one turning into two, and four, and so on until forty of them stared at her. Then her song changed and a golden mist settled on Atem, who stopped shivering as some of the chill left his form.
�Keep him warm.� The hairy little monsters did as the elf commanded, cuddling up tight to Atem, forming a living blanket. They even managed to get under him, lifting him from the cold stone. He sighed as their warmth covered him and, reaching out sleepily, pulled one under his head to use as a pillow. The little monsters �kuu�ed and snuggled closer to their dark master.
�He will need new clothingThe The Magician waved his staff and leather gear matching his own outfit appeared beside the sleeping Pharaoh, minus the hat and staff. The Mystical Elf nodded and sang again, bringing food and drink to lie beside him as well. Atem moaned something that sounded like �aibou�.
�There is little else we cannot do unless Hikari no Yugi-sensei comes.� the Magician noted. �Kekui neb-heba.w seeks him but cannot find him. They cannot feel each other any more since the Puzzle was broken.�
�Have a little faith.� the elven spell caster smiled down at her master. �He is strong, and so is Hikari no Yugi-sensei. They will find each other.� Shokedoked up at the dark mage. �We can help them, can�t we?�
�Perhaps�if Hikari no Yugi-sensei uses his powers. Then maybe, just maybe, we can rejoin what was severed.�

�Do we have enough strength?� the Elf asked with some concern. Below her, Atem murmured Yugi�s name as he drifted into deeper sleep. �Compared to a Millennium Item��
�I don�t think we hauch uch of a choice. As long as they are separate, they are more vulnerable to anything that might seek to do them harm.� The magician twiddled with a lock of his black hair in an uncharacteristically nervous gesture. �In truth�I do not like these scars, and I fear for what might be happening to Hikari no Yugi-sensei.�
�Indeed.� The Mystical Elf stroked Atem�s wild hair. �You arrange help here. I will gather aid as well, and attempt to reach Hikari no Yugi-sensei. Stand ready - the window of opportunity may not last long.�
The elf rose gracefully to her feet, put her hands together as though in prayer, and vanished.
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The chains were weakening. There could be no doubt now. Osama Akuma laughed softly to himself.
A thousand years, he thought. A thousand years it had been since the Celestial Emperor had bound him here with chains of golden li Ch Chains that could only be destroyed by �One who is both Mortal and God, Darkness incarnate who fights on the side of the Light.� The fool in his maze qualified - mortal body, considered a living god when he ruled Egypt, a being of darkness who was sickeningly devoted to his lighter half. An added bonus lay in the boy�s own magic prowess. The Shadows consumed his lifeblood bit by bit; by the time he reached the final stage, he would be more demon than man. Ideally, at least. But that was only a bonus - if Atem had to be destroyed, so be it. But when he reached the final room, encountering the game there, he would die or go insane; either way, Osama Akuma would be free to destroy the world and remake it in his image.
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TBC�.
*Yes, I know that in the card game and the English dub anime its �Swords of Revealing Light� but in the original Japanese this is the name of the card and it works better in this situation.

This has been somewhat edited from the original, with a whole lot more foreshadowing and a bit more plot development. Hope you like!
Please R&R! Arigato!
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