Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Angel's Punishment ❯ Awakened ( Chapter 3 )

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

 

“Open it…” A voice breathed, startling the male.

 

Then, his eyes moved to the envelope once more, a dark hand reaching to pull it closer to him. Turning it over, he moved to open it slowly, sliding a piece paper from within the envelope into view.

 

…Who was this from?

 

The questioned lingered in Mariku's mind as he unfolded the old piece of paper, eyes narrowing at the letter curiously. Once the paper was unfolded, an utterly annoyed look danced across the dark male's face as he found not a single scribble on the paper.

 

“The fuck?” He blinked, turning the paper over to glance at the back, only to find the creases from which it had been folded. Who would honestly go through the trouble of shoving a piece of paper into an envelope, with his name on it, and only to have not but a blank piece of paper? The question was beyond him.

 

“I don't have time for this shit.” He hissed in annoyance, moving to fling the paper away from him with a quick flick of the wrist. Then, he quickly rose to his feet, eyes once more scanning over the bed.

 

Suddenly, he felt an unbelievable force pushing down on his shoulders. As best he could, he fought against the force, his knees beginning to tremble under the invisible weight on his shoulder, a low, pained hiss escaping him. Then, he finally fell to his knees, one hand gripping the edge of the bed frame as he took in a forced breath. Finally, shaking fingers pulled away from the bed frame as he managed to regain himself, rolling his shoulders testingly.

 

“Read the damned letter…” The voice from before breathed, a slight hostile undertone causing the male to dart his gaze around in an attempt to find the source.

 

Sighing, he darted a hand out to collect the discarded letter, lavender orbs dancing in annoyance as he flipped it over in attempts to find what he was supposed to be reading.

 

“What the fuck am I supposed to read?” He growled, flipping the paper over once more. This was really getting annoying. He didn't see what he was supposed to read, damn it.

 

No sooner then that thought fluttered through his mind, scarlet letters began to dance across the letter. A single line twirled and dipped along the paper in an almost graceful movement as it dropped from line to line, writing each word in fine detail. Slowly, the beige colored paper began to bear words and words, written in some of the neatest handwriting he had ever seen.

 

Blinking at the paper, he moved to rub his eyes curiously, blinking down at the paper once more. The words were there, that was for sure. And now he had something to read.

 

“Dear Mariku,

 

Sorry to be of such a burden, but I am in need of your assistance. Turn your gaze to the bed for me, if you will. There shall be laying there naught but skeletal remains, under the quilt.”

 

The letter began, earning a bewildered look from the male. Slowly, he tore his gaze from the letter to turn it back upon the bed, cautiously reaching out to grip the quilt. Quickly, he jerked it off the bed, exposing an expanse of skeletal remains bearing clothing that look rather old fashioned.

 

Eyes widening slightly at the sight, his gaze quickly wondered back to the letter as he once more began to read it aloud.

 

“Curious? Thought as much. Now…What you are about to read will make no sense to you, but continue on until this letter says otherwise.”

 

What the hell that meant, Mariku had no idea. But his curiosity was peeked at this point, and he intended to find out what exactly this letter was about. All he knew was that it was about this skeleton in front of him.

 

“I hid you away; I've locked up your soul. Your welcome overstayed, our silent contract gone annul. Wake from your slumber, and live once more.”

 

Speaking the phrase as it was written, the confusion written across Mariku's features was further written. But then, his gaze tore from the letter to the bed as an eerie white glow consumed the skeleton on the bed. Suddenly, the voice from before sounded once more, continuing to read the letter aloud as Mariku became entranced by the sight before him.

 

“You've done well. Now, regardless of how much the sight of the skeleton before you may frighten you, you must not leave. This skeleton, this boy, is depending on you.”

 

Shaking his head a bit, Mariku froze in shock as the glow began to intensify, one of the skeletal hands rising towards him as if reaching out for the bronzed male. As if he were drawn to it, one of the dark hands rose to capture the hand made of nothing but bone, grasping it tightly.

 

Suddenly, the glow became so bright that it caused the male to turn away, the grip on the boney hand being returned by the skeleton. But as the glow died down, pale skin began to weave itself over the bones, veins and organs turning to glowing patches before fading into existence. No sooner then they appeared, they were covered up by the pale skin, the form on the bed begin to breath as his chest began to rise and fall with a renewed breath of life.

 

“I thank you, Mariku. Take care of my Ryou.

 

Sincerely,

 

Mariku.”

 

And then the voice was gone, the glow fading out just as the voice did.

 

Then, lavender eyes blinked slowly as Mariku leaned forward, examining the pale body curiously, reaching out to brush long fingers over the thin fabric that covered the pale boy. “..What?” He grumbled to himself, grip absently tightening on the others hand as he shook his head.

 

He…was dreaming. He had to be.

 

“..Mariku?” A soft, accented voice sounded, the pale body on the bed parting his lips to allow the words to pass. Then, deep pools of dark chocolate opened to turn on dark male, a smile playing across his lips as he pulled Mariku's hand closer.