Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Devil's In The Details ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: holyllama 
Question: What does the combination of an abandoned warehouse, the collective curiosity of the boys, and the threat of someone toying with Maharet and with Ryo's life spell?
Answer: BIG TROUBLE
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.19.2005 | Updated On: 06.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 132 | Status: Work In Progress
Question: What does the combination of an abandoned warehouse, the collective curiosity of the boys, and the threat of someone toying with Maharet and with Ryo's life spell?
Answer: BIG TROUBLE
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.19.2005 | Updated On: 06.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 132 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don’t own…ah, you know the drill. I don’t own Yugi and the gang, I don’t own Demon, and I don’t have a bank account that would make any sort of legal action worth it.
Warnings: Some use of "four letter words", later some scenes of violence and dark occultism. Turn back now if either of these makes you uncomfortable.
Warnings: Some use of "four letter words", later some scenes of violence and dark occultism. Turn back now if either of these makes you uncomfortable.
Chapter 7
“Hey Yugi? What are we doing here?”
Yugi attempted to puff an answer out, giving up after three tries to just gesture almost helplessly to the puzzle and the irate girl stalking up to the doors of the old warehouse. Jonouchi and Honda seemed to vaguely understand, though.
Yuki or Maharet or whichever she was right now had practically burned the rubber off of the bottoms of her sneakers after, well, whatever had happened in the park and Yami had almost practically insisted that they follow. Calling Jonouchi and Honda as back-up had been Yugi’s idea, and a darn good one if he said so himself. “You…you told Honda, right Jonouchi?” Jonouchi nodded at that, and Yugi practically heaved a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t have to explain absolutely everything for their friend’s benefit. “Yuki and I were talking…suddenly Maharet took over. It sounded like she was having a conversation with someone, but I know she didn’t have a cell phone on her. She said someone was toying with her and with Ryo’s life.”
“And do pardon my language, but when I find out who this rotten bastard is I am going to tear him limb from bloody limb,” Maharet said before turning her attention back to the darkened corners of the building. “I know you’re there. Come out and face me!”
The response wasn’t immediate. Rather, it was a soft laugh whispering along a sudden breeze that slowly built into a miniature tornado as the volume of the maniacal laughter increased. “Now now my dear, patience is a virtue.”
“Asharu…” Maharet said, a snarl marring Yuki’s otherwise pretty features. “I should have known as soon as Ryo began to fall ill. But which visage are you? Dagan, Ellil, or Anshar?”
“I’m hurt, Maharet,” the voice within the whirlwind said. “You don’t remember your old friend Bahariel?”
“We were never friends, you sadistic ass!”
“Temper temper, my dear. One might almost think that you were picking up a few of your host’s less savory speech patterns. And we can’t have that, can we.”
“In Yuki’s words, fuck that!” Yugi could have sworn that he felt his jaw hit the floor of the warehouse at that statement, even as littered as it was with large fragments of glass. But this being of, from what he had seen, grace and poise and intelligence swearing like a sailor?
“No, thank you. You’ll do nicely.”
“You rotten - !”
“Gentlemen, if you would do the honors?” Yugi just barely noticed the four cowled figures emerging from the shadows before he felt the hard blow to the back of his head and his world faded to black.
*************
When Maharet finally regained consciousness, the first thing she was aware of was a splitting headache. Whether that was from the blow to the head or the strength of the binding wards that practically oozed of dark magic, she wasn’t sure. Either way, it was not a pleasant feeling. She lifted a hand to massage her temples and hopefully relieve some of the tension, but stopped the hand as soon as she caught sight of the shifting silvery chimerical aura around it. The one that should only have been there if she’d manifested in her full celestial form. “Oh dear…”
“That doesn’t even cover half of it,” Yugi…no, Yami said wryly from his position on a nearby wall. When Maharet looked over, she could see three figures there, two bound and one who looked like he was struggling just to sit up: Yami and Honda were bound; Ryo was leaning back against the wall of the warehouse. “Who is this Bahariel, and what does he want with us?”
“Bahariel is a Dagan, a fallen angel whose abilities specialized in causing or curing harm and illness. I’d be willing to bet that he was the one who caused Ryo’s illness, though I couldn’t say why.”
“Because I asked him to.” And there was Suzuki, his lanky frame emerging from one of the shadows in the dark corners of the warehouse. “So you’re Maharet, are you?”
“And you’re Yuki’s Suzuki-senpai.”
“I am.”
“What do you have to do with all this, Suzuki?” Honda said, looking as though he’d love nothing more than to beat the older teen into a pulpy mass.
The response was so simple, so direct, that it almost scared Maharet. Suzuki lifted his shoulders in an almost careless shrug and said, “I made a deal with Bahariel when I summoned him. He’d give me Yuki back and let me get my revenge on Bakura for putting her in that position in the first place. All I had to do was provide him with Faith, serve him, and be a temporary body for him when he wished it.”
“You became his thrall.”
“If you want to put it that way. He told me how to summon you into that wooden pentagram and how to put you in Yuki’s body, you know.”
“And that was a very stupid thing for you to have done, Suzuki,” Yami almost snickered from his position.
“What do you mean?”
Maharet couldn’t help the slight rolling of her eyes at the summoner’s naïveté. “The same day that you put me into Yuki’s body, her soul was returned to her. Because you had already put me in there, I ended up destroying three-quarters, maybe as much as four-fifths of her soul when I thought she was an intruder. There’s not enough of her left to do anything with this body except for the basic functions.”
“Y-you’re lying…you have to be. Bahariel told me that she’d be as good as new once we drew you back out of her!”
“And you trusted his word, fool that you were. If I am removed, the best case scenario is that Yuki will slip back into her coma. More likely, she will die.”
“But he swore to me…”
“He knew what the consequences would be. There’s no way he couldn’t have known.”
“No…”
“Suzuki.̶ 1; A figure cloaked in robe and cowl appeared in the doorway to a section of the warehouse separated by a hasty plywood wall. “The Master wishes your presence. We will begin the rite shortly.” The figure bowed slightly when Suzuki nodded and disappeared into the blocked-off section again.
“Suzuki,” Yami said, “what ‘rite’ does he mean?”
Suzuki laughed, a hollow, mirthless sound. “Tonight he will have a new body, one that he can use without fear of wearing it down as quickly as mine does when he possesses me. Haven’t you wondered where your other friend is?”
“And what shall be done with the rest of us?” Maharet said, casting a wary look at Suzuki.
“He wishes for you to become his consort. If you will not, he will slay you for the Faith within your soul. The other three are to be blood sacrifices. We wish to save Bakura for last, though…so that he can watch the deaths of his friends and know that it was him that caused them.” He turned and stalked into the blocked-off section without another word.
“Oi, Maharet.”
“Yes, Honda?”
“We’re screwed, aren’t we?”
******************************************************* ******************************
Senpai - One’s senior at school or work. The term is often converted into a suffix, like “-chan” or “-san”
*********************************************** **************************************
Dragonlady222: Thanks so much for your continued encouragement. The way I was writing the characters was one of my biggest worries when I started this, still is really. I’m glad you like it!
************************************************************** ***********************
Author’s Notes
Sorry it took a bit longer than usual for the update. Between RL and writer’s block (*glares at unhelpful little llama-muse sitting atop the monitor*), it was hard for me to figure out how I wanted to do this. But I got some good driving time in yesterday to talk out how I wanted to do things. Yes, I talk to myself in the car. I’m weird, but who really wants to be normal?
Thanks to reviewers and I hope all you readers out there are enjoying the show!
And, as always, reviews and constructive criticism are welcomed but not absolutely necessary.
Arigato gozaimasu, minna!
Holyllama
Yugi attempted to puff an answer out, giving up after three tries to just gesture almost helplessly to the puzzle and the irate girl stalking up to the doors of the old warehouse. Jonouchi and Honda seemed to vaguely understand, though.
Yuki or Maharet or whichever she was right now had practically burned the rubber off of the bottoms of her sneakers after, well, whatever had happened in the park and Yami had almost practically insisted that they follow. Calling Jonouchi and Honda as back-up had been Yugi’s idea, and a darn good one if he said so himself. “You…you told Honda, right Jonouchi?” Jonouchi nodded at that, and Yugi practically heaved a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t have to explain absolutely everything for their friend’s benefit. “Yuki and I were talking…suddenly Maharet took over. It sounded like she was having a conversation with someone, but I know she didn’t have a cell phone on her. She said someone was toying with her and with Ryo’s life.”
“And do pardon my language, but when I find out who this rotten bastard is I am going to tear him limb from bloody limb,” Maharet said before turning her attention back to the darkened corners of the building. “I know you’re there. Come out and face me!”
The response wasn’t immediate. Rather, it was a soft laugh whispering along a sudden breeze that slowly built into a miniature tornado as the volume of the maniacal laughter increased. “Now now my dear, patience is a virtue.”
“Asharu…” Maharet said, a snarl marring Yuki’s otherwise pretty features. “I should have known as soon as Ryo began to fall ill. But which visage are you? Dagan, Ellil, or Anshar?”
“I’m hurt, Maharet,” the voice within the whirlwind said. “You don’t remember your old friend Bahariel?”
“We were never friends, you sadistic ass!”
“Temper temper, my dear. One might almost think that you were picking up a few of your host’s less savory speech patterns. And we can’t have that, can we.”
“In Yuki’s words, fuck that!” Yugi could have sworn that he felt his jaw hit the floor of the warehouse at that statement, even as littered as it was with large fragments of glass. But this being of, from what he had seen, grace and poise and intelligence swearing like a sailor?
“No, thank you. You’ll do nicely.”
“You rotten - !”
“Gentlemen, if you would do the honors?” Yugi just barely noticed the four cowled figures emerging from the shadows before he felt the hard blow to the back of his head and his world faded to black.
*************
When Maharet finally regained consciousness, the first thing she was aware of was a splitting headache. Whether that was from the blow to the head or the strength of the binding wards that practically oozed of dark magic, she wasn’t sure. Either way, it was not a pleasant feeling. She lifted a hand to massage her temples and hopefully relieve some of the tension, but stopped the hand as soon as she caught sight of the shifting silvery chimerical aura around it. The one that should only have been there if she’d manifested in her full celestial form. “Oh dear…”
“That doesn’t even cover half of it,” Yugi…no, Yami said wryly from his position on a nearby wall. When Maharet looked over, she could see three figures there, two bound and one who looked like he was struggling just to sit up: Yami and Honda were bound; Ryo was leaning back against the wall of the warehouse. “Who is this Bahariel, and what does he want with us?”
“Bahariel is a Dagan, a fallen angel whose abilities specialized in causing or curing harm and illness. I’d be willing to bet that he was the one who caused Ryo’s illness, though I couldn’t say why.”
“Because I asked him to.” And there was Suzuki, his lanky frame emerging from one of the shadows in the dark corners of the warehouse. “So you’re Maharet, are you?”
“And you’re Yuki’s Suzuki-senpai.”
“I am.”
“What do you have to do with all this, Suzuki?” Honda said, looking as though he’d love nothing more than to beat the older teen into a pulpy mass.
The response was so simple, so direct, that it almost scared Maharet. Suzuki lifted his shoulders in an almost careless shrug and said, “I made a deal with Bahariel when I summoned him. He’d give me Yuki back and let me get my revenge on Bakura for putting her in that position in the first place. All I had to do was provide him with Faith, serve him, and be a temporary body for him when he wished it.”
“You became his thrall.”
“If you want to put it that way. He told me how to summon you into that wooden pentagram and how to put you in Yuki’s body, you know.”
“And that was a very stupid thing for you to have done, Suzuki,” Yami almost snickered from his position.
“What do you mean?”
Maharet couldn’t help the slight rolling of her eyes at the summoner’s naïveté. “The same day that you put me into Yuki’s body, her soul was returned to her. Because you had already put me in there, I ended up destroying three-quarters, maybe as much as four-fifths of her soul when I thought she was an intruder. There’s not enough of her left to do anything with this body except for the basic functions.”
“Y-you’re lying…you have to be. Bahariel told me that she’d be as good as new once we drew you back out of her!”
“And you trusted his word, fool that you were. If I am removed, the best case scenario is that Yuki will slip back into her coma. More likely, she will die.”
“But he swore to me…”
“He knew what the consequences would be. There’s no way he couldn’t have known.”
“No…”
“Suzuki.̶ 1; A figure cloaked in robe and cowl appeared in the doorway to a section of the warehouse separated by a hasty plywood wall. “The Master wishes your presence. We will begin the rite shortly.” The figure bowed slightly when Suzuki nodded and disappeared into the blocked-off section again.
“Suzuki,” Yami said, “what ‘rite’ does he mean?”
Suzuki laughed, a hollow, mirthless sound. “Tonight he will have a new body, one that he can use without fear of wearing it down as quickly as mine does when he possesses me. Haven’t you wondered where your other friend is?”
“And what shall be done with the rest of us?” Maharet said, casting a wary look at Suzuki.
“He wishes for you to become his consort. If you will not, he will slay you for the Faith within your soul. The other three are to be blood sacrifices. We wish to save Bakura for last, though…so that he can watch the deaths of his friends and know that it was him that caused them.” He turned and stalked into the blocked-off section without another word.
“Oi, Maharet.”
“Yes, Honda?”
“We’re screwed, aren’t we?”
******************************************************* ******************************
Senpai - One’s senior at school or work. The term is often converted into a suffix, like “-chan” or “-san”
*********************************************** **************************************
Dragonlady222: Thanks so much for your continued encouragement. The way I was writing the characters was one of my biggest worries when I started this, still is really. I’m glad you like it!
************************************************************** ***********************
Author’s Notes
Sorry it took a bit longer than usual for the update. Between RL and writer’s block (*glares at unhelpful little llama-muse sitting atop the monitor*), it was hard for me to figure out how I wanted to do this. But I got some good driving time in yesterday to talk out how I wanted to do things. Yes, I talk to myself in the car. I’m weird, but who really wants to be normal?
Thanks to reviewers and I hope all you readers out there are enjoying the show!
And, as always, reviews and constructive criticism are welcomed but not absolutely necessary.
Arigato gozaimasu, minna!
Holyllama