Sins of the Father -Done!- | By : ShadowofLight Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3834 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It was close to midnight when the Istars received a call back from Sasaki’s employer. Malik was the one to answer the phone but he had a slightly puzzled expression on his face. As he slowly hung up the phone he turned to look at everyone.
“He knows you’re here,” he said quietly, looking at the scarred man. “How could he possibly know where you are?”
“Because he’s been lying to us from the start!!” Joey growled, lookreadready to throw this man out the window.
“If you mean I’ve been double-crossing you you’re wrong,” he sighed and revealed his hand to them. Etched in the palm was a burnt tattoo of a wolf with gleaming red eyes. “Watch.” Picking up a letter opener on the table he picked it up and without flinching stabbed it into his palm. Everyone gaped as he pulled the metal out and watch as blood began to pool from the gaping hole.
“What are you trying to prove? That you can hurt yourself without flinching?” Ryou ged, ed, petting his light’s hair as he looked away from the blood.
“Just watch.” As soon as the words passed his lips the mark seemed to glow. The blood seeped back into the skin like a sponge and thin win was brought together. In a matter of seconds the wound was healed, never even a scar was left in its place.
“What just happened?” asked Seto, glad that Tea opted to watch over Mokuba until they were done here. Duke and Tristen left with her to protect them both but Joey, the ever stubborn mutt, stayed. Yugi was the best friend he ever had and he was not going to stay behind. The young man couldn’t help but admire that that about him.
“… Was there something else?” Yami asked, clutching at his elbows even tighter where he had his arms crossed over his chest.
Malik looked at him before nodding. “He said that Yami Koku should log on and that we’ll see the rest of the message.”
The dark man snorted but sighed and nodded. He blinked in surprise when Seto placed his laptop before him on the coffee table. Looking up he was about to thank him but a look in his eyes stated not to bother. He just nodded and turned it on. As soon as it was powered up he quickly typed in an address that asked for a name and password. Taking a deep breathe he typed both in and hit the enter key. The screen said it was loading but it was done they were meet with a video message.
“Turn up the volume!” He did so and the image became clear. Sitting before them was a handsome man with stark white hair falling past his shoulders in uneven lengths. He wore a deep, charcoal gray suit with a blood red tie but his hands looked to be armored, as if wearing metal gloves. Nothing could be seen of his face because he wore a large helmet with demonic horns with a faceplate made of rubies, similar to that of a laughing demon.
“Arago…” came the growled tone from the dark man as he closed his fists tightly.
“Greetings. I am Lord Arago and as you can see I am a collector. And my latest collection is the Millennium Ite I h I have heard of the legends I have heard of the stories and curses that come from them. But I also heard of something called ‘the Pharaoh’s memory’.” Everyone in the room gasped as they crowded for a closet look.
“How the hell did he find out about that?!” came a new voice. The personification of Malik’s anger/frustration and the power of the Millennium Rod walked up to the couch, arms crossed over his chest with a scowl on his rather demonic-looking face. His name was Yami Marik Istar.
“As you can see I have done my research well and thanks to Malik Istar’s scar I was able to decipher the true power of such items. I also realized to tap into the full power of what the ancient Egyptians called ‘the Shadow Games’ I nthrethree of the most powerful creatures ever.”
“Do not tell me he means the god cards!!”
“The three gods and thanks to young Yugi Motou I have one of three.” He seemed to smirk as he revealed a Duel Monster card with the image of a fiery red dragon. It’s long, serpent-like body twisted to resemble it flying with jaws gaping open to show it was roaring. In gold letters it read on the top ‘Saint Dragon, the God of Osiris’. “And now I just need ‘The God of Obelisk’ and ‘The God of Sun, Dragon Ra’ card, as well as the other items, and the child shall go free.”
“Bull shit!” Marik growled but said nothing more when Isis glared at him to be silent.
“How can we even trust him? What hasn’t he killed Yugi yet?” Seto pointed out.
“I’m quite sure you are reluctant to give up such priceless items but maybe this will help you decide.” Arago smirked behind his mask as he snapped his fingers. There, tied to an iron cross was Yugi. His clothing was torn and bloodied with thick chains wrapped around his lithe body. There was a scarf tied around his eyes but in the dim light the group could make out faint silvery streaks from his tears. He was alive and proved it when he coughed weakly, moaning at the pain as the chains tighten around his chest.
“Yugi!!”
“My dear Anubis, deliver to me the two remaining cards along with the six items and you will get your son back. Refuse… I will keep him but for every second that you don’t come he will be punished for your disobedience. Allow me to demonstrate. Rajura?”
The white haired man bowed as he stood before the boy. Smirking he brought back a leather whip with several leather straps and snapped it forward. Painful shrieks echoed along the room as they meet with tender flesh. “I will be waitin-” Whatever he was going to say next was interrupted when Sasaki hurled the laptop at the wall, watching as it shattered and fall to the ground in pieces. Everyone mutely watched as he tore around the living room of the apartment, hurling furniture against the walls, rammed his fists in picture frames, even managed to throw the sofa into the joining kitchen. All the while he was cursing rather loudly in English but in Japanese and strangely enough, Egyptian. This when on for about ten minutes before the dark man stopped, panting heavily as he looked out the broken window. The entire room was a mess but he didn’t care.
“Done with your temper tantrum?” Marik asked quite coolly, ignoring the vicious growl sent his way.
“This is just the beginning. Once I get my hands on them the first to pay for this nightmare will be that damn spider. Followed by that snake, then the ogre, and last but not least Arago.”
“You’re going have to wait in line,” Yami said coldly, still holding onto Yugi’s jacket with a death grip. “Because I get a first crack at them. No one harms my aibou and gets away with it.”
“I take it you know where we can find this boss of yours then?” Seto asked, thinking he could just buy another laptop later.
“Yeah I do… but we have to hurry. If there’s one thing I learned about Arago it’s that he always keeps his word.”
It was nearing midnight when a sleek, black limousine pulled up the condo where Yugi’s father was staying in during his stay in Domino. All the lights were off and it looked like no one was home but appearances could be very deceiving. The limo stopped, allowing Anubis to step out of the driver’s seat while breathing in the crisp night air. He released it slowly before closing his door and went to the back door to open it. Two young men stepped out with their wrists tied behind their backs by nylon rope. One young man looked pissed as he flexed his hands, looking around the area with his lavender gaze. The other young man looked downright scared; his large, mahogany brown eyes looked at the scarred man fearfully.
“Let’s go,” was all he said as he took their arms and walked/dragged them to the front door. Lifting a fist he pounded on the door in a Morse code. A knock answered back before it was unlocked and opened.
Naaza smirked at his dark companion as he stepped aside, closing the door once they were all in. “So you made it after all. Who are the boys?” he hissed softly.
“Friends of my son. They didn’t want to give up their items willingly,” he said simply, gesturing to the golden ring around Bakura’s neck and the rod Malik still hand in his grasp, despite having his hands tied behind his back.
“So I see. Very nice…” The snake-obsessed man circled Bakura like a vulture does to its prey, reaching up with a hand to caress his cheek. “Perhaps the master will allow me to keep this one…” The whit-haired youth could not stop the whimper as it escaped his throat but was saved as Anubis grabbed his wrist, bending it at an odd angel before pushing him back.
“Touch either of them and I’ll skin you alive, Doku!” he growled, making sure they stayed behind him.
“We’ll see what the master has to say about this, Yami (A/N: not our short pharaoh)!” he hissed at him angrily, narrowing his beady eyes and spun on his heel.
“… C’mon.” Taking their arms once more he followed the demon snake as they headed for the study. Bakura still looked a bit unnerved by the other hand. He swore for a moment that the skin on his hand felt like reptilian skin but just thinking about that made her shudder lightly. Malik refused to say anything but the look on his face showed he was pissed as hell but willing to go along. He was going to get Yugi back or die trying.
As they reached the study the door seemed to open on its own before a deep voice called out to them. Naaza nodded and glared at Anubis when he didn’t bow; instead he walked into the room, making sure the boys were ahead of him. The study was just as he remembered it with his desk against the far wall, his computer was turned off and the lights were off as well but there was a very dim source of light coming from the figure he was seated in the desk chair with its high back. From the side all could be see was an armored hand as it tapped at the black leather of the seat. To the right of the chair stood Shuten, a young man with waist length burgundy hair and Egyptian shaped teal eyes. He wore slacks with a dark colored skirt and a coat over his shoulders. On the other side stood Rajura, wearing silk with his glossy white curls framing his otherwise pale face. His visible eye sent a chill down the boys’ spine as he gazed upon them.
“Anubis… it is good to see the welfare of your only child means so much to you…” the voice boomed.
“We made a deal Arago. You said once I joined your ranks my family would be safe,” he growled out lowly. “Had I know you’d go back on your word I would have never joined your ranks as Yami Kudo.”
“My dear black wolf, I did not go back on our contract. Since you came to me your son and father-in-law have been safe from harm. But you see, having come in contact with the Millennium Items your son has come into danger by which this Mortal World could not even begin to understand.”
“What makes you such an expert then?!” the lavender eyed youth asked rather snappily, taking a step forward but was held back the rest of the way by the hand on his bound arm.
Silence filled the room before the chair slowly turned around, softly squeaking on its wheels before coming to rest. Arago was still the same as before with the demonic helmet and dark gray suit on but looking at him in real life was more unnerving. “I have been around and learned more about this world and its secrets that your puny, mortal brain could even begin to comprehend,” he said in a rather calm tone.
“I bet,” he snorted before being pulled back sharply.
“That child has quite a mouth on him, Arago-sama. May I teach him a lesson?” Shuten asked with a sick gleam in his eye.
“Perhaps later. Now Anubis, where are the remaining items the the god cards? I can very well see those two boys possess the Rod and the Ring but why have you not taken it away from them?”
“Ancient magic forbids anyone from taking the items from the bearers unless the bearers give them up. Taking the ring nearly resulted in me getting impaled with the golden spikes while the rod grew too hot to handle.”
Naaza hissed as he grabbed Bakura by his hair tightly, jerking him away from the scarred man. “Just admit it, Anubis. You’re too soft to steal from boys such as him!” The young boy winced at the pain that he shut his eyes tightly against the fill of tears, biting his lower lip to keep from crying out.
“Bakura!! Let him go you ass!!” Malik growled, resisting the urge to let his dark self take control. Anubis growled as he struggled to hold him back, wrapping an arm around his neck and the other still holding his arm tightly.
“You need to calm down or the plan will be ruined before it could even get started,” he hissed into his ear, keeping a careful eye on the other boy. He was sorry he had to do this but the two refused to be left behind. Yugi was their good friend and they wanted to make sure he was brought back where he belonged. Malik slowly agreed but he didn’t have to like it. But he didn’t bother to hide the smirk when the one known as Naaza reached up, grabbing the golden pendent then released it and the boy with a yell.
“Baka!!” He threw the silver-haired youth into the wall, hissing angrily. Across his palm was a jagged gash and one of the spikes was covered in his blood. “That thing just cut me!!”
“I told you, dumb snake. Ancient magic protects these items.”
“You could have been lying or maybe you’re just too soft to steal from young children!!”
“I’m not soft enough to break your neck!!”
“Enough!!” Arago bellowed like a great bull, causing everyone to immediately shut up; except for poor Bakura who was trying to at least get on his knees, his skull throbbing painfully and his hands were beginning to feel numb. The man slowly stood up, revealing his height to be about eight feet tall, nearly reaching the ceiling and the width of his body was just as large. But for such a man of great size he moved with unearthly grace and ease. Walking over to Malik he gripped his chin none too gently in his hand, peering into his angry lavender gaze before releasing him. “This mere boy is more than he appears to be… But we will deal with him and the other in time. For now lock him with the other child.”
Anubis blue-green gaze when wide as he stepped forward to protest. “You promised you’d let me son go!!”
“Now did I? Oh yes the deal was for the return of the child in exchange for the Millennium Items and the God Cards. So where are they?” He watched as his wolf paused before slowly reaching into his pocket and pulled out two more cards. One was a gold color with the image of a golden gryphon soaring through the air while the other was blue with the image of a massive creature looking fierce and deathly. Sighing once again he reached into his pocket to produce the Millennium Puzzle from the heavy chain and the Millennium Eye. Rajura took the puzzle and eye as Shuten took the cards but Arago did not seem pleased.
“Where are the Scales and Key?”
“…”
“Well?”
“…”
“I see. For that you will not get your son back but for bring me the rest of the cards and more of the items you will be allowed to see him. Take these two boys away. If we cannot take the items by force then we will convince them to give them up.”
“At once Arago-sama.” Anubis couldn’t watch as Bakura and Malik were dragged out of the room and to the basement below. He was too busy trying not to cry but even as he shut his eyes tightly a tear slowly escaped and trailed down his cheek. All he could think about now was how sorry he was for bringing his son into his darkness. He heard the door open once more and when he turned to look all the color was immediately drawn away from his face.
Yugi was standing there, visibly shaking in his tattered shirt and jeans. Despite the dark clothing Anubis could smell the scent of blood and sex across the room. Swollen bruises marred his otherwise snow-white skin, eyes that were normally bright and full of happiness and innocence were filled with fear, shame, and a crumbling spirit. He took a few, very hesitant steps into the room before tripping over the rug and headed for the floor. His father raced towards him, carefully cradling him to his chest as he slowly dropped to his knees.
“Yugi… I am so sorry… I never wanted you to be dragged into this mess…” he whispered softly, trying to hold him as tight as he could without hurting him. “I failed you… I’m a terrible father…” he cried softly, not bothering to hide the tears as they slowly fell from his eyes.
“D-Daddy…?” a veoft oft and weak voice asked, filled with pain and tears. The scarred man looked down at his only child as he lifted a swollen hand to gently trace the scar that nearly took his eye. “Daddy… you came…”
“Better believe it. I thought I was protecting you but it seems no matter what a child can’t escape the sins of the father.” He slowly shook his head and carefully ran his fingers through the filthy hair. “Yugi, I failed so Arago isn’t letting you go but I am going to free you.
He just slowly nodded and curled up against him, obvious scared. “I-I shouldn’t have yelled at Yami…” he whimpered softly, burying his face in Anubis’ shirt, closing his eyes tightly against bitter tears.
“Yami? You mean that look-alike?” He nodded without looking up. “Yugi listen to me okay? I may not know this other person very well or any of your friends but they care about you very much.”
“H-How do you know?” he asked meekly, looking up at him.
“… Because we’re going to get you and the others out. Let me tell you something else, you remember when I used to get drunk then leave?” Yugi paused but slowly nodded, looking at him with fear. “When I leave the house I go to the cemetery. I go right to your mother’s tombstone and I stay there until I can think clearly. But you know what I do? I pray for forgiveness.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I pray for forgiveness for being such a pathetic father who takes his grief out on his only child. I knew then that it was wrong but my mind couldn’t seem to grasp that. It was like the pain I was causing was trying to mask my own pain but in the long run it made it worse. When I… took advantage of you those years ago something inside me snapped. I couldn’t trust myself around you anymore because I was afraid I was going to hurt you no matter how hard I tried to hide it. Then Arago showed up and I may as well as sighed a deal with the devil…” he sighed before reaching up and gently wiped the tears way. “But I swear this here and now; before this night is over you will not have to worry about Arago or those other assholes. Even if it takes my life no one will ever hurt you again.”
“No dad I don’t want you to risk your life!! I don’t want to lose you like mom!!”
“Yugi I-”
“Promise me.”
“What?”
“Promise me you won’t die!!”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“Just promise me!!” he cried before wrapping his arms around his neck tightly, clinging to him tightly as he sobbed into his shoulder. “I don’t want to lose you daddy. I don’t want to be alone.” For that moment one could mistake him for the fragile 6-yr-old boy who had lost one of the most important people in his young life instead of a teenager bordering on becoming an adult.
Anubis hesitated but wrapped his arms around him tightly, stroking his hair as he heard footsteps getting louder. “I promise Yugi. It looks like our time is up.”
“No please don’t go daddy,” he whispered, clinging even tighter.
“I have to but be strong. You’ll be out of here before the night is over.”
“… I don’t know how much longer I can do this daddy.”
“Oh Yugi…” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a slender, silver chain. From it hung a small, smooth stone of deep violet in the shape of a tear drop. “This was your mother’s, I gave it to her the first date we ever had and… I know she’d want you to have it. She called it, her magical good luck charm.” Gently he clasped it around his son’s neck and cupped his face in his hands before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Know that your mother and I will always be here for you.” He looked up and couldn’t help but growl as Naaza opened the door, smirking evilly.
“Times up. Say good-bye to daddy, boy.”
Yugi swallowed the fill of tears as he embraced his father tightly, wishing he didn’t have to let go. Anubis resisted the urge to cry himself as he rocked him a bit, whispering how much he loved him before the green-haired man came over and roughly pulled him them apart.
“Daddy!!”
“Be strong Yugi! I swear I will be back!” He knelt there even as his former comrade dragged his son away. He was led to the front door by Rajura who told him what he was going to do to the boys. What he hinted at just made the scarred man’s blood boil that with a growl he turned around, gripped his slender white throat and slammed him none too gently against the wall.
“Listen good Gen because I hate repeating myself,” he growled low even as he slowly squeezed his neck, fighting the urge to just snap it in half. “If I find so much as a bruise on those boys and find out it was you I will personally break every bone in your body and suck out the marrow. But after what you did to my son…” He growled even more threatening, his eyes glowing red as he slammed him higher on the wall so his feet dangled and his fingers dug deeper into the alabaster flesh. “You’ll meet a fate far worse than death.” With the threat left hanging he released him, letting him drop to the floor like a rag doll and walked out the front door.
The white haired man sat there for a moment longer, coughing and rubbing at his sore throat. He had never been so scared before in his life! But his master would protect him from the Black Wolf… Wouldn’t he?
Sasaki growled softly to himself as he got in the car, backing out of the driveway and drove off. “Get the damn Scales and Key, I don’t even know who the fuck has them!!” he yelled out loud, gripping the steering wheel tightly. The drive was short because once he pasted the gates he headed down the road for a mile, pulled to the side, and turned off his lights. He didn’t have to wait long as he heard the back door being opened then closed. He rolled down the tinted window that separated the driver from the passengers and looked at the young men.
“How did it go?” Seto asked coolly.
“He took the cards and Items but because I didn’t have the Key and Scales he refused to give Yugi to me,” he growled softly, “but I was able to at least talk to him.”
“How is he?” Yami asked, trying very hard to keep calm but it was no use.
“I won’t lie; he’s scared and doesn’t look too good but he’s alive. And he’s sorry for yelling at you.”
“… I should have never argued with him in the first place…”
“Mope later, rescue now!” Ryou snapped rather lightly as he looked at the scarred man. “What about Bakura and Malik?”
“Locked them in the same room with Yugi but if we can get inside I can find him. Having this mark on my palm enhanced all my senses; besides, I got a good whiff of his blood.”
“Nice trait to have,” Marik snorted, ignoring the finger thrown at him.
“So what’s our plan now?”
“We have to find someway inside without letting them knowing,” Seto thought out loud as he rubbed at his chin with his hand. Everyone was trying to think of a similar way inside but it was Yugi’s father who spoke up.
“I think I have a way inside. But there’s a chance they found it,” he stated.
“It’s a chance we’ll have to take. What’s the plan?” Ryou said quickly, wanting to get his hikari out of there before something happened. ~Bakura… we’re coming just hold on.~
The room the boys were in was a large guest room with a queen-sized bed, dresser with a hanging mirror, and two small tales with lamps one either side of the bed. There were two doors, one leading to a small bathroom and the other leading to a walk-in closet. The room was done in colors of midnight blue with silver trimming, paintings of stars and moons adorned the walls with a balcony but the doors were locked and the glass was double-paned, making it nearly impossible to break despite how hard Malik tried to break it. The window in the bathroom was too small but Yugi would have been able to crawl through it… it they weren’t on the second floor, facing the Cliffside with a straight drop into the rocky shore, and if he 100% well.
The young boy was thrown into the room where his friends laid him on the bed, helping him in removing his clothing before laying him under the blankets. Bakura began to gently and carefully clean the wounds with a washcloth, wiping the blood away. Malik took the clothes and just let them soak in the sink before going into the closet in search of something. Growling he searched the entire room before locating a very large t-shirt that he guessed belonged to Sasaki with sweatpants but that was it.
“This is all I could find,” he said a bit sadly, laying them on the dresser as he sat at Yugi’s other side.
“That’s fine, as long as the clothing is clean,” the white haired boy explained, carefully wiping the blood from the smaller boy’s backside. Despite his gentle touch Yugi would jerk and whimper in fear. “How are you feeling now, Yugi?” he asked softly.
At first he didn’t answer but slowly turned his head to look at him, a tiny smile on his cracked lips. “D-Dad said he would be back… that he and the others are coming.” The boys looked up at each other but said nothing. After all that had happened could they really trust him?
“Hmm you think you can get dressed?” At his weak and they helped him sit up and then helped in pulling his clothes on. The shirt reached to his knees and nearly hung off one of his shoulders and the pants were drawstring, so it was able to be tied around his tiny waist and the legs were rolled up. Sadly there wasn’t a first-aid kit in the bathroom so they did the best with what they had to bandage the wounds. Clean and warm Yugi had fallen asleep with his head resting in Bakura’s lap, curled up he resembled a small child as the pale hand gently caressed his soft spikes of hair. Malik looked out the window, watching as the full moon peaked out from behind the smoky gray clouds.
“Why do I have the strangest feeling that before the night is over, one of us will die,” he said without thinking, rubbing his bare arms.
“Malik how can you say that?!” his friend hissed, making sure their small friend didn’t hear.
“I’m not lying. Call it a gut instinct but…” he was at a loss of words as he sighed and turned to face him, leaning against the thick glass while he kept gripping the rod nervously. “Something just doesn’t seem to settle.”
The young teenager was quiet as he carefully shifted from Yugi’s head, carefully covering him with the blanket before standing before the blonde teenager and gazing at the moon as well. He couldn’t help but shiver as he thought the moon began to change colors from a silvery white to a dark pink. He shook his head and looked away, hands unconsciously gripping the ring hanging from his neck.
“I’m starting to feel the same way but what can we do? We can’t fight our way out and we certainly can’t escape,” he whispered, gripping the ring hard enough to have the golden spikes dig into the flesh of his hand.
“Hey, Bakura look at me.” Doe-brown eyes gazed into soft lavender gaze filled with regret and guilt. “We will get through this. You and Yugi were the first to accept me as a friend after everything and not only that but accept Marik as well. I am going to protect you both with everything I have.” He was a bit surprised by the warm smile followed by the tight embrace/
“Arigato Malik… for everything,” he said softly into his chest. The Egyptian started but slowly wrapped his arms around him as well, hugging him as tight as he could. But the peaceful moment didn’t last long for it was soon broken when they heard cruel laughter from the doorway.
“Well isn’t this a touching sight,” a white haired man said, bearing an eye-patch over one of his pale blue eyes. He was known as Gen, the Spider Warlord.
“I couldn’t agree more,” the green haired man hissed, looking Ryou up and down hungrily like he was a defenseless white mouse. He was known as Doku, the Snake Warlord.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer!” Malik snapped at them, pushing Ryou to the bed as he stood protectively before them.
“There’s an idea but Arago-sama said that after he’s done we get to keep you as pets,” the third man said with a cruel smirk upon his face, his burgundy hair falling past his shoulders loosely. He was known as Oni, the Ogre Leader of the Warlords.
“What are you going to do to us?” the young bearer of the ring asked, cradling Yugi to his chest as much as he could. The boy was still sleeping deeply and he seemed to shiver from the cold.
“That’s for us to know and for you to find out,” Gen purred, moving into the room that his one visible eye began to glow. The room began to twist around them, the colors melding together that before long it looked like the room was spinning wildly out of control. Bakura was trying very hard not to get confused but he could feel something prick at his mind.
“I-Iie! Stop, leave me alone!!” he cried out, gripping his head with one hand but the prodding increased. His ring glowed brightly, burning hot to the touch but he could do nothing to stop it. That’s when images of Ryou using him, beating him, telling him how worthless he was came unbidden to his mind. He could do nothing to stop it.
“Bakura!!” Malik went to see what was wrong but his world turn a turn for the worse as he witnessed the darker points of his life. Back to how his father treated him, to spending his entire life underground, to getting the pharaoh’s memory carved into his back, to taking the rod and setting Yami Marik free, to skinning his father alive with it, to manipulating people with his Millennium Item, causing people so much pain, then watching as Ra turned on Rishid and once more unable to hold Marik back as he broke free. But what stood out the most was when his yami was willing to sacrifice his soul, his body just to win against the pharaoh. He looked down at his hands only to find them covered in blood, blood from the people he had hurt and it was coating the Rod. “No!!” he cried out as loud as he could, hurling the rod away from him and tried to wipe the blood off but it was no use. It refused to wipe off clean.
Bakura screamed in pain as he pulled the ring off and threw it as well but his own inner demons refused to let him be. It was too much for his mind that his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell to the floor. Malik soon followed him as he kept clawing at his bloodied hands. The three men watched it with sick amusement before bending down to retrieve the other two items.
“Gen, you have out done yourself,” Doku said as he picked up the white-haired boy in his arms.
He did a mock bow before picking up Sasaki’s child in his arms. “The human mind is an interesting thing, gentlemen. These boys actually thought what they saw was real!”
“Like I said, you do excellent work. I still wonder what so important about these things,” the green haired man frowned, seeing nothing special about the ring despite all the legends he heard.
“Arago-sama wants them and what he wants, he gets. Let’s go.” Oni grunted as he swung Malik over his shoulder and picked up the rod, leading the men out of the room. They headed down the hallway before going into the den and locked the door behind them.
The room had changed drastically, all the furniture been removed with the walls were now made of large blocks of stone, painted in black but the room also seemed about ten times bigger than usual. There were about a dozen or so candles lit, each one casting a very faint light but the main source of light came from a very high window in the shape of a five diamonds arranged in a star formation, shining the light of the full moon which was now a blood red hue in the center of the room. In fact, the only thing in the room was a large, stone altar (which was in the direct line of the moonlight)and they lord/boss dressed in a black robe with the deep hood hiding his face. He nodded to the men as Oni and Doku hung the unconscious boys from iron shackles hanging from the wall, leaving them propped up against the damp cold stone.
“Prepare the boy,” he commanded and watched as Oni placed the boy on the alter. Removing his clothes he also told him to remove the bandages and placed the items on his frail body. The necklace seemed more like a chocker as it settled in the hollow of his collar bones, the ring resting above his heart with the puzzle resting just underneath it. The eye he rested it on the child’s eye and watched as the item seem to meld inside. The pain was too great that Yugi cried out, pulled at the iron chains but it was no use. The item fused completely into his bleeding socket. Arago smirked as he picked up the rod and tied it to his hand so he wouldn’t drop it. But he held the cards in his hand as he began to chant the ancient spell he found not to long ago. It called for all seven items but they didn’t have time to search for this mystery person who moved like a ghost.
“By the light of the blood red moon,
By the magic of the ancient items,
I call upon the powerful gods, free yourselves from the shadow binds and become one with this child’s innocent soul. Let his pure heart draw you to me.”
At this moment the items he wore began to glow that he quietly unsheathed the dagger part of the rod and made Yugi cut the inside of his arms. The boy cried out once more, slowly waking up to a world of pain but couldn’t move as he felt his blood begin to coat the items. The items were glowing even more that they were actually beginning to burn the white flesh but the cloaked man didn’t care as he continued the chant.
“The Tormentor of the Dragon Gods, he who represents Light and Dark. Come to me now, Obelisk!
The Saint of the Dragon Gods, he who represents Good and Evil. Come to me now, Osiris!
The Winged Sun of the Dragon Gods, he who represents Earth and Sky. Come to me now, Ra!”
As he called out each now the cards glowed before the image went blank and in their full glory were the three dragon gods. But once more Yugi cried out as the items glowed even more brightly and drew the gods into his body, one by one. The spell was nearly complete, all that was needed was to take the boy.
“Let your souls merge, let your hearts become one, let your powers become mine!” With a growl he grabbed the child’s bloodied hands as he began to chant in another language of something different. A fierce wing began to pick up as Yugi tried to struggle, screaming in pain as he felt his body slowly begin to flicker in and out of existence. It was at that moment that Malik and Bakrua opened their eyes only to watch in shock and fear as their young friend was literally being drawn into Arago’s body.
“Yugi!!!” they cried out but it was too late. The cloaked man cried out in pain as he felt the combined powers of the gods and the items surge within his own body, all fighting to be let loose but he wrestled control into his own hands. His body seemed to explode in a powerful light, making everyone look away but when it died they were meat with a scary sight.
Arago was radiating pure power at his finger tips, a mysterious wing constantly surrounding him as it ruffled his cloak and hair. But slowly and little by little the items beganbreabreak through his skin, seemingly attached to his bare body but he just laughed out loud. The cloak fell to the ground, leaving him clad in black pants but even so his body still began to change. Patches of skin, blue, red, even gold appeared that he looked like some kind of Frankenstein of the three dragon gods.
“Now I am the ultimate god!!” he declared with a maniac laugh, relishing in the power that he didn’t notice or care as the bolted door leading inside was broken door by several very pissed looking young men. And leading them wasakisaki.
“Bakura! Malik!” The spirits of the ring and rod made to go to their lights but they were lifted into the air by an invisible force before being thrown against the far wall, hard enough to crack some bones within their solid bodies.
“Ryou!!” the young man screamed, struggling desperately from the shackles as tear rolled down his face.
“Arago!! Where is my son?!” Sasaki demanded, already changing the spell in his mind as his entire body seemed to be covered by a surge of darkness.
“Your child? Oh he’s right here…” he laughed softly, holding out his hand as a glass ball appeared the size of a large softball. It shimmered but there, trapped inside was a terrified and Bloodied Yugi. Yami’s eyes widen that before he knew it he was charging at the man but something stopped him. Osiris growled as he wrapped his long, snake-like body around the former king, squeezing tightly as a snake would do to it’s trapped pray.
“W-What have you done?!” he demanded even as his lungs were slowly being crushed.
“I am… the ultimate god,” he said with a sick smile, even as the bodies of Obelish and ra appeared.
“No… No it can’t be!!” Seto decalred. “This is just some hologram! It’s not real!!”
“really now? Obelish, show him how real you are.” The large blue monster growled as it made it’s way to Kaiba, crushing the altar under foot before wrapping both his hands around him tightly, the shadp talons tearing the through the frabic and creating deep gashes. “real enough for you?”
“Arago…” Sasaki growled, his spell complete he growled angrily before holding his hands out and summoned a long katana blade from the darkness. “You will die!!!” With a howl he charged at him, with evey intention to kill and get his son back…
Author’s Note: Okay, first things first, I got the idea about Arago ‘absorbing’ Yugi from an episode of Samurai Jack. If you’ve seen it then you know more or less what to expect but then again I have a slight twist to add. Second of all, um…
Marik: What’s wrong?
… I lost my train of thought…
Evil Marik: …
Evil Ryou: You are pathetic.
*eyes go red as she pounds him into the ground with baseball bat and kicks him with soccer cleats*
Seto: Hey hey calm down!! *pull author off with help from Joey*
*screaming* Put me down I’m gonna rip his tongue out!!!
Evil Ryou: *a trampled mess*
Good Bakura: *just shakes his head*
Good Malik: Behave Yami.
Evil Marik: *buttons his mouth shut*
Yami: I hope you remember your train of though.
*smacks Seto and Joey in head with bat in order for them to release her* Actually! … No.
Everyone: *falls down anime style, twitching*
Oh wait I think I remember! … Nope lost it again. No found it! Nope lost it again. No wait I did find it!! *smiles* The spell is something I made up. I know it isn’t good but well… um geez… oh if you have any questions or such just leave it in a review of e-mail or IM me!! I’ll try to explain more in the next chapter. But for now *hugs and kisses*
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