Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Angel's Punishment ❯ Sealed ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Otherwise, trust me, I'd be something more constructive then writing this.

 

Warning: This story contains: Violence, Swearing, Witchcraft, Yaoi, OoCness, abuse of characters, and other stuff your feeble minds may not like. Proceed with caution.

 

Angel's Punishment

 

Crimson, orange, and violet danced across the ever darkening sky in farewell to the large ball of fire known as the sun. The sun continued to fight a loosing battle as it inevitably gave way to the moon. As the pale moon took its rightful place in the night sky, an air of excitement fell over the town folk of Angel's Grief.

 

Tonight, the hunt would commence. The evil souls residing within the town would finally fall, but that's not all that would be destroyed on the crucial night. The souls of two lovers would be devastated, torn from one another because the cruel turn of faith bestowed upon them.

 

“Tonight we shall finish our witch hunt! The evils of our town will be cleansed, and Angel's Grief will now longer reek of malice and grief! We'll finally destroy the witches!” A tall, slender male roared. Icy sapphire eyes stared out into the crowd of town folk that gave cries of agreement as a smirk danced across his lips. He watched as torches were thrust high in the air, their light illuminating the surrounding figures watching the male who spoke. “I, Kaiba Seto, will lead you all to the outskirts of town, and together we shall all destroy the witches!” He finished, cries of disbelief and praise filling his ears as he turned to raise his own torch high into the air.

 

All around him men and women appeared holding lengths of rope tight in their hands, looks of cruelty and excitement lingering on their features as they waved torches above their heads. The light of their torches grew brighter still as more joined them, a chant of “Kill the witches! Save the Grief!” echoing around Kaiba as he moved forward with an aura of confidence.

 

“T-They're coming!” A voice squeaked, russet eyes wide in sheer horror as their owner stumbled back clumsily. Turning quickly, the pale form that played host to the dark eyes scrambled towards a door that stood in the room, the orange glow of the single lit candle in the room giving his platinum hair an almost orange sheen.

 

Bursting into the room, the boy threw the door open, darting across the room towards a lone figure. There before a window stood a bronzed form with eyes of the deepest lavender, flaxen spikes untamed atop his head. Turning, he tore his gaze from the window towards the pale form. Then, he extended his arms to the boy, beckoning him closer. Without so much as a warning or word of command, the pale form launched himself into the dark arms, clinging onto the larger body.

 

Crystal tears rolled down in his cheeks in salty streams as he stared up at the larger, griping his shoulders as he shook his head. “They're coming, Mariku! They've come to kill us!” The pale body shook as tears sprayed down his cheeks in violent streams, the others arms encircling him protectively.

 

“I know, Ryou, I know…” Mariku breathed, his voice holding no sign of fear or threat. Lowering his head, he touched his lips to the top of the platinum head, taking in a deep breath. “I won't let harm come to you…My angel…” He reassured, stepping back to place both his hands on the others shoulders, leaning down so they were eye level. Then, lavender locked with chocolate as they stared at each other, no words exchange.

 

Within the silence that fell over them, many things were said. Promises were made, and costs were decided. A promise of eternal love was of top priority. But, with that promise, came a great price. A price that many not be worth the outcome. The price of a lovers lost soul.

 

“..How long will it take?” Ryou questioned his voice shaky as he raised pale hands to rest on either side of his lovers face. By this time, the tears that were once streaming down his cheeks had stopped, crystal pools brimming in his eyes as he awaited an answer.

 

“Not long. But…Are you sure this is something that you really want to do?” Mariku blinked, raising a hand to brush away the tear that had rolled down Ryou's pale cheek. Glancing out the window, he sighed before turning back to the younger male before him, lowering his gaze to the ground as the vile chant of the town folk reached their ears. Sighing, Mariku turned back to Ryou, leaning in close for a few seconds.

 

Then, he closed the distance between their lips, drawing the smaller into a gentle kiss, one that spoke what he was feeling through the contact rather then through physical words. As the embrace of lips continued, it seemed that time almost stood still, the moment seeming to last for hours before they finally parted.

 

After another brief pause of the two staring at each other as if they had all the time in the world, the pale hands slid from Mariku's cheeks, falling to his sides as Mariku beckoned Ryou towards the bed in the corner. The pale boy nodded meekly as he followed after the larger, stopping as he did.

 

Mariku crouched beside the bed as Ryou he climbed onto the bed, laying flat on his back with his arms at his sides. Slowly, one of the pale hand rose shakily into the air, Mariku capturing it within one of his own to hold it loosely. “I love you, Mariku…”

 

“And I you…”

 

With that, Ryou closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as Mariku's free hand moved to rest on the left side of his chest, the hand raising and falling as the pale form breathed. “You come, I'll go. You'll cry, I'll die. You'll soul will seek, and mine you'll find.” The bronzed form breathed in a clear tone void of all emotion. Though, the casual ear would take it as a rather cold, almost angered tone.

 

Suddenly, an eerie white glow engulfed the form on the bed, causing Ryou to take in a sharp breath of air as his eyes struggled to stay close. His grip on tightened on Mariku's hand, and his back arched off the bed. Then, the pale body was pushed back down to the bed as the hand atop Ryou's chest forced him back down, holding the struggling body still.

 

Closing his eyes, Mariku tensed as an ear piercing cry of pain tore itself from Ryou's throat. The pale digits tightened their hold on the dark hand as his heart pounded rapidly, the smaller boy whining and squirming on the bed as a pain so intense coursed through his body. It was almost as if his body was tearing itself in half, though, Mariku knew that this was expected, that the process was near complete.

 

Then, the pale body fell still, the beating of the small male's heart stopping as Ryou's chest stopped its usual raising and falling scheme of breathing, the glow fading. The grip on the bronzed hand slackened as well, and with much difficulty, Mariku released it. Standing up, he placed one hand over Ryou's eyes, the other on his abdomen.

 

Taking a deep breath, Mariku closed his eyes once more. “..I'll seal your soul, now my heart is dull. Rest in peace, for my love will never cease. We'll meet soon, on a cold day half past noon...” He breathed, the eerie white glow returning to cover Ryou's form, the body forcing Mariku back with an invisible barrier. With that, the eldest boy nodded, turning on his heel as he moved to exit the home he had taken cover in for so long.

 

By this time, the glow of torches was over the males home, the cruel chanting filling his ears as he stepped out of his doorway, his head held high. With that, two men ran towards him, ceasing his upper arms within their grasp before pulling them towards their dark haired leader.

 

“Sir Kaiba, what shall we do with him?”

 

“Bind his wrists, and then we'll take him to the posts.” Kaiba decided, a malicious grin on his features as the two men shoved the dark arms behind Mariku's back, binding them so tightly that if he even slightly moved, his wrists would rub uncomfortably against the rough rope.

 

“Now, check his home. Anyone alive there shall be hung as well.” He commanded, moving towards Mariku to hold the torch before his face, the orange glow flickering in lilac depths as the sound of doors slamming was barely heard over the mindless chanting. “Silence!” Kaiba snapped over his shoulder, the crowd falling silent quickly.

 

A few minutes later, the two men emerged from the home, shaking their heads in disbelief. “We found nothing but skeletal remains! This witch killed someone!” One of them sneered, a look of absolute disgust twisting his features as he glanced at Mariku.

 

“He is a witch, after all. Nothing less uncivil would be expected. Now, to the posts!” Kaiba shouted, grabbing Mariku's upper arm to tug him towards the posts as the crowd parted to allow their “leader” passage between them with the witch.

 

Mariku followed more then willingly, a blank look in his eyes as he moved forward. His mission was complete; he could die with a purpose, a promise to keep. I shall see you soon, my angel… He thought, a bit of happiness burning in his eyes before quickly being extinguished by the sight of the posts before him.

 

Before them stood an old wooden hanging post, the last “witch” still hanging from the rope that lay there. The area reeked of death and decay, an almost gloomy air hanging about the area.

 

This was a place of wrong doing, a place of misunderstanding and trivial blame. So many had died here for something they were not, and the thought would be enough to sicken anyone with a heart.

 

“Prepare the rope and barrels.” Kaiba commanded, watching as a few people moved forward to lay barrels on their sides, a few others throwing a rope over the top of the post to arrange it to their whims. Mariku watched the sign in slight anticipation, emotion finally taking onto his features. But, his expression held no regret or fear for what he was. No, it held pride and joy for what he was about to die for.

 

Then, before he could open his mouth to comment, he was shoved towards the two men who bound his arms. The loop was slipped around his neck, and they helped him to balance on the barrels as he glanced at Seto with an almost amused smirk.

 

“Any last words, witch?”

 

“Oh yes, many.” Mariku drawled, chuckling softly as the people before him glanced wearily at one another. Then, his chuckling ceased as his eyes closed. “I curse you. I curse you all. I curse this town for what it is, and all who dare enter it. You punish me for what I am, and I shall do the same to you. No longer will this place be called Angel's Grief…” He hissed, eyes narrowing dangerously at Kaiba, an appalled rock darting across his features.

 

Without so much as a word of warning, he moved forward, kicking the barrels out from under Mariku's feet. And then, the dark forms head jerked back, a silent cry of pain passing his lips before he fell limp, a sickening crack echoing around the silent area. Then, a cold, almost bone chilling laugh rang through the area, cries of fear cutting through the air as people glanced around in horror.

 

Unexpectedly, Kaiba clutched at his throat, staggering back as an invisible hand clutched as his throat, cutting off any oxygen that may pass to his lungs. Then, he toppled back, landing hard on his back as he clutched at his throat, eyes rolling back to expose ghostly white, his mouth opening and closing as silent cries for help escaped him. The fire of suffocation burning so cruelly in his lungs that one could probably smell smoke if they tried. Everyone around him stepped back, whispering of curses and deaths to come as Kaiba struggled madly on the ground.

 

Finally, he fell still, blank eyes staring up at the dark sky as his hands slid away from his neck. Slowly, people moved to circle around him, blinking as they gazed down at him. Words of distress and fright being exchanged as the circle around Kaiba's corpse grew tighter.

 

Everyone let out a loud cry of terror as the limp body rose upward with the help of an imaginary force, his lips opening and closing once more. Then, he fell forward, two solid words being whispered as he hit the ground, body quaking as his face turned gaunt.

 

“What did he say…?”

 

“…Angel's Punishment.”