I Know You're Out There Somewhere | By : Firewing Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 1: The Shadow Realm
A/N: Originally this fic was posted in September of 2003 on fan fiction, but was taken down in December due to its graphic content and it actually should be rated NC-17. What I’ve decided to do, in my limited wisdom, is repost it and ’bleep’ out the lemons. Anyone who is interested in the original, uncut, uncensored version should go visit adult fan fiction. This is yaoi. My beta and I have put an incredible amount of time and effort into the quality of this story. If you don’t like it, the premise of it, or the content, please don’t complain to me about it. Just go find something that is more to your liking. On the other hand, if you have a question or don’t understand something, please feel free to ask. I am so not scary and I will do my best to give you a satisfactory response. BTW, this is a novel length fic. At this time, it is still unfinished at 37 chapters.
I’ve taken my fair share of poetic license with this fic. Don’t hurt me for it. Just practice suspending your disbelief and go with it. This story, especially at the beginning has a lot of background information. Almost everything in it leads to something else later on. Don’t let it throw you. It does all come together. I’m also working from a premise that a person’s awareness of the passage of time is different in the Shadow Realm than it is in reality. I have a tendency to switch back and forth between ‘Joey’ and ‘Jou’ when referring to Jonouchi. I tried ‘Joe’ out and it was just wrong. Everybody else’s name is the American version. Also I apologize for my overly Americanized version of Japan and Egypt. I’ve made the ages of the characters different than they are in the manga. Yugi, Joey, Tristan, and Tea are 17. Seto is 18, Serenity is 15, Mokuba is 13, and poor Pegasus I’ve made an old man of 37! In the anime, I always thought of him as being forty-ish. Imagine my shock when I found out he’s 23 in the manga!
Disclaimer: I own no rights to the Yugioh franchise. This is a not for profit story written for the sole purpose of amusing myself and anyone who cares to read it. Flames will be used to lower this coming winter’s fuel bills.
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~Excerpt from the journal of Maximillion J. Pegasus:~
My darling Cecelia, all of my plans are about to come to fruition. Soon you will be returned to my arms, and yet, I am still apprehensive-will you be able to forgive the man I have become? Will you be able to forgive that terrible moment of weakness when, grief-stricken and shattered by loss, I gave our child up to the custody of strangers?
Tea stopped reading and looked up from the journal at the three silent boys standing before her. Her eyes were glazed over with tears, and she blinked them back before anyone else could notice. It wouldn't do to be caught showing pity for a man who had been their enemy a scant few hours ago.
“Pegasus had a kid?” Joey sounded shocked as he grabbed the leather-bound book from Tea's hands and reread the relevant passage. “Hey, it’s a good thing he gave the kid up. The poor thing probably would’ve ended up as twisted as dear old dad!”
“Yeah, I’d say that kid lucked out.” Tristan agreed.
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~One year later.~
Maximillion Pegasus was struggling with shock, mental anguish, and a broken heart. He barely registered his purple-black surroundings as he covered the empty socket where the Millennium Eye had been with one hand and tried to stand. Gradually, the realization that he was a disembodied spirit trapped in the Shadow Realm, his physical body lost behind the proverbial "mortal veil”, set in. Even as he looked over his present body, he knew that it was merely a convenience, a memory of its former shell that his soul had not forgotten, and he buried the rest of his face in his free hand. He had failed, his life's work permanently lost to him. Defeated, he stopped trying to stand, instead throwing his head back and loosing an insanely evil laugh. What was the point in fighting the insanity any longer?
“Maximillion…” The dulcet tones of an angel’s voice broke through his hysteria. As he looked up, he realized that it wasn't just any angel, but his angel.
“Cecelia?” he whispered, scarcely daring to believe it.
She was there in a heartbeat, her petal soft hands cupping his face as he stared into the crystalline depths of his lost love’s concerned gaze. Though even this small movement exacted a toll from his soul, he turned his face a little and kissed the palm of her delicate hand reverently.
“I could stay here forever and simply gaze on the flower that is your face,” he said as his lips enveloped hers tenderly, chastely, and yet still conveying the immense power of his passion.
“I see you have lost none of your charm,” she smiled softly, yet tragically. “You have to go back, Max. Your body is still alive, but the longer you stay here, the weaker your body will become.”
“It doesn’t matter, my darling." Max's tone was that of one who is so happy that they are delirious. "We’re together. We’ll be together forever.”
“No, Max. We won’t.” Cecelia was angry now, and this sudden shift shocked him back to lucidity quicker than any slap to the face. “You have to listen to me. If your body dies, your soul will be trapped here, as mine is. We would be together for a while, but your soul and mine would eventually be destroyed. We will never be reunited, in life or death, if you surrender your soul to the Shadow Realm.” Decisively, she swept his thick silver hair away from the empty eye socket, pressing a soft kiss to the scarred flesh. “I know you can find a way, Max. That's why you have to return and find a way to save my eternal soul from this innately evil place."
Tears filled her cerulean eyes as she wrapped her arms around her husband, pressing her face into his chest. He returned her embrace. laying his silver head on her golden one. He had missed this so much; with every breath since her death, the large, empty void in him had grown vaster, and he knew that without her, it would eventually swallow him.
“Love eternal will not be denied, Lady Pegasus,” he whispered to her soothingly, his mellow voice gently caressing her ear.
“Oh Max, there’s so little time.” She pulled away from him then, both frustrated and sick with worry. “You’re just a pawn in the Shadow Games. They needed someone with enough strength to wield the Millennium Eye to resurrect their awful power, and they searched for ages before they found you. They used me to get to you. Your exceptional gifts made you perfect for their plans-brilliant, artistic, psychic, and imaginative. You should never have been forced to take that horrid Eye, but now you have to go back and stop this evil.”
“How can you know any of this, Cecelia, and why are you here, in the Shadow Realm?” His voice was tender and imploring, his single amber eye filled with confusion and doubt.
“Max, you still have some Shadow powers. Your own natural abilities made it possible for you to absorb some of the magic of the Eye and make it your own. Because of that, you can leave any time you wish, and you must leave soon.” Cecelia was nearly frantic to get her beloved out of there, ignoring his desire for answers as well as her own to have him returned to her after so long.
“How can you possibly know…?” he persisted, and she shook her head impatiently. He could be so very single-minded at the worst of times.
Finally, she answered carefully, unwilling to provoke more questions but recognizing the inevitability of this eventuality. “From the moment my body died, I have been here.”
“Here? In the Shadow Realm? No, it isn’t true. It cannot be true,” he said, mired in denial. He had been on this plane so often when he had had the Millennium Eye; how had he never picked up even a trace of her aura?
She looked away sadly, unable to tell him the whole truth at this point. She had been murdered by a fruit-cake secret cult in order to set in motion events to establish a 'new world order', her soul imprisoned in this dark and vile dimension to taunt him into doing their evil will unknowingly. How could she possibly tell this elegant and gentle man that he was no more than a fly caught in a web of lies, and that she had been only bait to lure him in?
“Cecelia, I’ve done terrible, unspeakable things.” He grasped her arms, willing her to look at him. “I’ve stolen souls and cast away the empty shells. I’ve manipulated innocent children with their captured loved ones. I’ve created monsters and I’ve become a monster. I gave up our child to some unknowable fate." He stopped, taking a shuddering breath. "I have come to see only what I have lost, what is gone from my world. The pain is unbearable, yet somehow I’ve borne it, believing that I could find a way to bring you home. Cecelia, my darling, darling Cecelia, I no longer know what I’ve become. I doubt that even your sweet love can forgive all the atrocities I’ve committed, that you could still love the shadow of the man you married.”
His speech was cut off by broken sobs, yet he managed to appear refined and dignified even then, sobbing before his wife's shade. He was something of an enigma, balancing sophisticated intelligence with an eternal, childlike sense of the preposterous. Somehow, he blended the inane with the real so well that the division was invisible.
“I know, Max," she sighed, kneeling in front of him, her blue silk gown pooling around her. “You can’t undo the past, but nor are you entirely at fault for your actions. The Millennium Eye was forced on you under false pretenses, and both your strengths and your weaknesses have been taken advantage of. You’re not blameless, beloved, but I do forgive you, and you must go now!”
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Darkness.
A sudden jerk.
A brilliant light blinded the one-eyed man as purposeful movement and antiseptic smells assaulted the rest of his senses. A hospital. He was in a hospital, which meant that he was alive.
Damn it, I can't even die properly.
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