Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction / X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ Impending Fate ❯ The Awakening ( Chapter 1 )

// - means flashback

Malik, the sandy haired God of Justice lightly sipped his brandy. His rare Amethyst coloured eyes half lidded with boredom. He looked over to his drinking companion.

"...Seto, I don't think we should keep it up...you know how Hoto is if we turned up `boozed' out." He said lightly stressing the word `boozed'. His companion Seto looked up from his side of the couch, sufficiently slouched.

"Yea...but it wouldn't be as much fun if we were sober." He carefully laid his glass on the mini table next to him, careful not to spill any on the formal attire he and Malik had on, which Miza practically dressed them herself.

"Just once more ?" Malik raised his glass; the God of Death clinked his glass and downed the whisky. He coughed and hacked.

"This shit is good..."

* * * * * * * * * *

"You haven't seen him yet have you? About Hatsui?" the white haired God asked quietly. The Two other Gods looked away; the pain was still fresh in their eyes, like salt water poured over an open wound.

"No." Seto's icy eyes glazed over as a memory of their late friend upturned in his mind.

"What is there to see him about?! He's already dead, not even the Elders can do anything about that!" Seto spat furiously.

Malik closed his purple dusk eyes. It was still there, the memory still fresh. The day, when all hell went loose. The Lord of Evil released his monsters on earth, ravishing cities and towns. He could still see the proud black haired head snap back as The Lord of Evil plunged his dark sword home.

//....Everything went red as Malik made his way to the dying body.

"Hatsui! Hatsui!! HATSUI! Speak to me!!!" Malik cried as he knelt down and clasped his friend's shoulders. The God of War coughed up blood.

"Ma....lik..." he said feebly, his shingle grey eyes showing unbearable agony

"...so-rry....I failed you...tell the Emperor.....I...I'm sorry...." Hatsui's grey eyes darkened as another surge of blood trickled from his pale lips.

"NO! You haven't failed us, don't speak now, rest." Malik clutched his hand.

He hadn't known what happened only to find Seto (Death God) and Aya (God of Revenge) standing next to him, blood black blood stained on their amour making them look like undead wraiths. Seto's eyes filled with icy fire. He turned to the blonde God.

"Stay with him brother. I am going to even the score." he picked up his blood stained sword and disappeared.

Aya touched Hatsui's forehead lightly.

"Hatred is deep....but revenge runs deeper." he gave Malik a piercing glare and shimmered.

Malik brushed ebony hair away from Hatsui's eyes, the God's life blood flowed steadily from the death wound to the ground, staining the ground red. Too much blood. Hatsui's body tensed as he drew in his last raggard breath.

"....i can't hold on...t-oo...painful....Ma...lik...." his beautiful shingle grey eyes fluttered close seeing no more.

"NO!!!! HATSUI!!!!" Malik screamed holding the body close, his fingers intertwining the luscious long ebony locks. At that moment in his life he knew he loved his friend, he loved the God of War with all his life, a love that cannot be returned buried inside his heart, a love that is lost.....//

Malik snapped out of his memories and gulped down the last of his wine.

Bakura directed his eyes from Malik.

"He wants to see us now." The white haired God shimmered then left.

"Isn't this supposed to be a `celebration'? Why the hell is he doing this now?" Seto growled beneath his breathe.

Malik sighed.

"Seto, it's not Hotohori's fault, he's just telling us messages from the elders." He then shimmered after Bakura, leaving the other God, fuming.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Look, you four are my closest friends." The young ruler of the Gods looked very uncomfortable clad in formal garb.

"Don't flatter yourself too much, Hotohori." Malik settled himself comfortably on one of the couches.

"Don't get too comfortably Malik, this won't take long." Hotohori retorted. The blonde God gave him his best devil-may-care grin. Hotohori snorted in reply.

Over by the bookshelf Aya the red head God of Revenge thoughtlessly sipped the nasty looking liquid he was given and gagged. Burning liquid fire ran down his throat as he coughed violently. Bakura looked up from the parchment he was reading and gave Aya a dismissive glance.

"What in the HELL is this shit!!" Aya gasped for air, glaring at the glass if it had just grown a pair of fangs. The white haired god tried to look as if he NOTHING to do with it and carried on reading another random parchment.

"I'm surprised that the mutt could take it." Seto smirked from the corner of the room. The red head's violet eyes narrowed.

"What did you just called me?"

Seto crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

"Mutt." He grinned spitefully

"How many times had I told you NOT to call me that, Prick?" Aya said between his teeth. Violet eyes simmering the border line of fatal fury.

Seto waved a dismissive hand.

"I probably forgot. I don't take orders from a mutt." His icy eyes pinned Aya on the spot. The red head clenched and unclench his fist.

"Maybe I should get Memories to knock some sense into you?" he hissed.

"Yea that's right get someone else to fight your fights for you." The brown head sneered. Hotohori shook his head at disgrace.

"SHI-NE!!" Aya sent his wine glass straight at Seto. The other god just merely raised his hand, stopped the glass in mid-air and let it drop harmlessly onto the floor.

"Is that the best you can do? Mutt." He snickered at the word mutt.

"I'm ready for you anytime you arrogant prick." Aya glared daggers at him a red glow radiated from him. Seto gave his well known holier-than-thou-yet-pissed-off look as he emitted a blue glow. Hotohori who was witnessing Aya and Seto's little bitch fight decided it was pointless to continue.

"Will you guys quit that!? You're both honourable Gods, not some boys who haven't reached puberty yet!!"

Malik choked down a laugh and the same with Bakura who hid behind the parchment he was reading.

"And Bakura, quit that damn `hiding behind a parchment' act. The parchment is upside down." Hotohori rubbed his temples. Fuck they can be so flippin immature sometimes he thought to himself.

The red head regained his composure first.

"Gomen ne, Hotohori-sama."

The young emperor sighed.

"The reason why I summoned you Gods is that I want to inform you the Elders have sent our late friend God of Strife back to us.

Bakura nearly dropped his parchment.

Aya snapped out of his thoughts of thinking 50 different NEW ways of torturing Seto.

Seto's icy blue eyes widened with shock.

Suddenly the room was as quiet as a grave yard; just 5 minutes ago it was a circus.

"Will we see him?"

Hotohori closed his golden eyes.

"He should be around here somewhere. But..." he opened his eyes again, the golden orbs hardened.

Malik wasn't taking in any words Hotohori was saying "...Elders have sent our late friend back..." the words revolved around his head. He's alive.

"But...he might not have remembered the past in detail, the mind is still fragile." The young emperor steepled his fingers.

"There's nothing we can do about that, we will have to let time heal itself." Hotohori sighed. He stood up from his mahogany desk.

"We should head back before Miza and her troop think we are here having a bawl." He walked past Malik and patted his back. Malik blinked back some tears, `he's alive'.

The Gods wandered their way back to the main part of the festival.