Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Apocalypse ❯ Forces of the Dead ( Chapter 66 )

Forces of the Dead

 

Araqiel stood on the corner of the intersection waiting for his mysterious tipster to arrive. He looked around nervously, wondering if this was all a hoax. He felt a chill Fall wind brush by him and he shivered.

The sun had set and now the stars were coming out one by one.

“Son of a bitch,” he grumbled. Araqiel turned to walk away.

“Is that any way to address your new business partner?”

Startled, he jumped back. Araqiel spun around and saw a tall man standing behind him.

“Jumpy, are we?” the man asked.

“I didn't see you there.”

The man grinned. “I'm good at sneaking around and getting the dirt I need on anyone in this town. I can be a very valuable asset to you.”

“How so?”

“As I told you before, I can give you the story of a lifetime.”

“I am a busy man, Mr---?”

The man smiled. “When it's time. Walk with me.”

Araqiel hesitated for a moment, then strolled towards his companions. “Tell me what this is all about.”

“There are many things we don't understand in this world. Many forces exist within our dimension which threaten our very existence….and they are planning our destruction as we speak.”

“I don't have time for mind games.”

His companion stopped. “You are going to save Domino.”

“How? You're shittin' me.”

“I would never. I am serious. We're almost at the home. This family looks normal, but look beneath the surface….and I guarantee dangerous forces lurk beneath.”

“How are they dangerous?”

“The kind which cannot be explained, classified……….or stopped by modern science.”

“How did you find out about this?”

The man grinned. “I have something of theirs. I will show it to you after we finish here.”

They slowly approached a house with white siding and a black roof. The garden beds and bushes were well kept. A bird feeder hung from a maple tree. A white fence surrounded the property.

“Looks normal, doesn't it, Mr. Tillmann?”

The reporter shrugged. “It looks normal to me. Are you going to tell me that the Boogeyman lives inside?” he asked sarcastically.

“Oh, no….no Boogeyman. We must be quiet. Come.”

The man unlocked the gate and let the reporter inside. He closed the gate behind him and lead the reporter to the front bow window.

A blond, dark-skinned man was sitting on the couch sipping on a soda and popping chicken nuggets into his mouth after drowning them in Barbeque Sauce. In his other hand, a long golden Rod was gripped tightly.

“See that thing he's holding? That is an ancient artifact. It is called the Millennium Rod. It has the power to control minds of mortals.”

“Mortals?”

“Objects such as he possess, Mr. Tillmann, are powered by the dead. That man there….is not alive. He is a spirit.”

Araqiel raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “He looks alive to me.”

The man let out a loud, elongated belch from his soda and rested his head back on the sofa with a gratified grin. “Fuck yeah……”

“Sounds alive, too.”

“I will prove it to you and you will see.”

Another blond walked into the room waving his hand in front of his face.

“Holy crap, Marik, open a window next time you decide to let a juicy one go!”

Marik moaned. “Not leaving my chicken nuggets….and sexy, hot Mesquite Barbeque Sauce.”

“You and your chicken,” the other blond giggled.

“Chicken makes me horny…..” Marik moaned and groped himself.

The other laughed. “I think you've lost it.”

“My virginity? Yeah, sure I did! You know I did! GO MARIK! GO MARIK!”

“I'm gonna have you committed,” the man laughed.

Marik left his dinner and walked up to the other blond, his hips swaying side to side seductively. He wrapped his arms around the other blond and smiled down at him. “I'm committed, alright…..” He kissed the other blond's gold ring.

Marik stroked the other man's cheek lightly and leaned down to kiss him.

The two men held each other close, their hands running up and down each other's bodies. Their breathing became harder as Marik backed his lover against the wall, running his hands down Malik's side and groped Malik's ass.

Malik giggled as Marik's lips kissed down his neck.

“What's so funny?”

“Is this going to be another Chicken-Induced Sex Session?”

Marik chuckled. “Hey, baby,” Marik said in a low, sexy, deep voice. “Wanna go upstairs and cluck me raw?”

Malik slapped his own forehead. “That was just…..wrong!”

“Wanna go find a pecker with me?”

Malik giggled. “Oh sweet Isis!”

“Wanna go see my cock?”

Malik laughed hard and pushed against Marik. “You're insane!”

“You don't wanna see my cock?”

“I've seen it already today…….and from many different angles! From the top, bottom, side, diagonal, behind…..you name it, I saw it.”

A white-spiky haired man walked down the stairs and walked through the living room. As he passed, the pointers on the man's necklace pointed towards the Millennium Rod resting on the couch.

“See that gold ring around that one's neck?” the man asked Araqiel.

“Yeah?”

“That is the Millennium Ring. It can detect the other Millennium Items.”

“Hi, Ishtars,” the white-haired man said as he passed the blond couple and entered the kitchen.

Araqiel shrugged. “Nothing's strange about this family……other than that one with the chicken fetish.”

His companion turned to him. “That is because they look normal now. You wouldn't know how dangerous they are just by looking at them.”

“Bakura, Marik wants to show me his cock!” Malik squealed.

“Not surprising,” Bakura said flatly as he fished around in the refrigerator.

“What's the matter, Itemri?”

“Ryou's not feeling well. He's feeling too dizzy to get out of bed. I came to get him some food.”

Malik stopped his giggling. “I can make something for him, Bakura.”

“I don't want anything too heavy on his stomach.”

Marik stood beside his lover. “Is it his heart?”

Bakura closed the refrigerator and leaned against it. He was silent and blinked. Marik could tell the thief was choosing his words.

“I believe it is.”

“Is it his pacemaker? I know he has to get the thing's battery changed.”

Malik snapped his fingers. “That reminds me!” Malik ran upstairs quickly, leaving the two yamis alone.

“I don't know what it is, Marik, but I know he's been having problems with the steps lately. He's been having shortness of breath and he's very pale. He started sleeping more than usual.”

“Can you give him some energy?”

“I've been giving him some of my own. I can't seem to get back into my soulroom.”

Marik nodded. “My soulroom is locked, too.”

Bakura sighed. “I'm a fucking thief. I should be able to pick the lock to my own room!”

Marik shrugged. “Mine is sealed.”

Bakura opened up a cabinet and sifted through cans of soup. “I think we'll have to go find the fucking pharaoh again to get access to our soulrooms.”

“Fuck him. I'll figure a way in.”

“He probably sealed your room with that `Holier-than-fucking- thou-Royal Magic.' I can't bring you into my Item to open my door. I'll have to work on it later. I can't right now because I have Ryou.”

“I'll have to go back to the hospital and give my boy a visit. The doctors say he's almost ready to come home. I've been giving him my energy. I give him everything I can and before I know it, my son looks like shit again.”

Bakura opened a can of tomato soup and poured it into a pot. He added pepper and stirred well.

“I have to do for Ryou what I can, Marik. I can wait an eternity to get into my soulroom. I won't have Ryou for an eternity.”

Malik returned down the stairs and ran beside Marik. “All done. I forgot to add new batteries to………..our remote.”

Bakura snickered. “Bullshit. Your vibrator batteries died again.”

Malik blushed. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” he smiled innocently.

Marik grinned. “Neither do I, Itemri.”

Bakura stirred the soup and leaned against the counter. “You both are lousy liars.”

“Who us?” the two Ishtars asked in unison.

“Yes, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. Both of you.”

Marik and Malik snickered. “Here we thought we were angels.”

“No way in hell I'm an angel. I'm a little devil. See my devil tail?” Marik turned around and pulled down the back of his pants, mooning Bakura.

“You need to wipe next time, Ishtar.”

“EWWWWWW, MARIK!” Malik gasped.

Marik felt his ass and pulled up his pants. “There's nothing there!”

Bakura grinned. “I know. I had to say something about your ass since you showed it to me.”

“Bastard,” Marik grumbled.

“Thank you for the compliment.” Bakura turned off the soup and poured half of it into a bowl. “If Ryou's still hungry, I'll come down for more.”

Bakura picked up the hot soup and a spoon. He slowly walked to the living room with his head down. The last thing he wanted was to spill Ryou's dinner.

The pointers on his Millennium Ring pointed towards the couch…….and the window.

Bakura looked down and raised an eyebrow. “Funny……the Ring didn't point that way before.”

“Which way?” Marik asked.

Bakura looked down and saw the pointers straining and clinking towards the Millennium Rod and the window.

“This isn't right.”

Malik looked at Bakura's Ring and looked at the window. “I don't see anything out there.”

“These things aren't magnets…..My Ring is detecting another Millennium Item outside that window.”

Bakura backed up and slowly placed the bowl on the table. He held the Millennium Ring in his hands.

“Ring, point towards the Millennium Rod.”

The pointers jingled towards the couch. Holding the Ring, Bakura walked around the living room, the pointers consistently pointing towards the Millennium Rod.

Marik grabbed the Millennium Rod and held it tightly. He moved the Rod side to side and the Ring continued to respond to its movements.

Bakura walked to the other side of the coffee table and stood across from Marik.

“Millennium Ring, point towards the other Millennium Item you detect.”

The pointers jingled and pointed towards the window.

“Ishtar…..someone is outside….and they have a Millennium Item.”

Marik growled. “Malik, take Ryou's soup upstairs. Don't tell him what is going on down here.”

“Yes!” Malik grabbed the bowl of soup and walked carefully up the steps.

Bakura grabbed his dagger.

Araqiel tensed. “Shit! What do we do?!”

“You stay here. This is where I will show you how dangerous these people are. Hide well and do NOT come out until I tell you.”

Araqiel's companion left the bushes.

Bakura and Marik stepped out of the house and saw a figure in the dark.

Bakura and Marik's hair spiked and their canines sharpened. “Who's there?”

The figure stepped out of the bushes. “Hello.”

Marik and Bakura let out a vicious growl. “What the fuck do you want? You've come back for Ryou, haven't you?”

“I hear Ryou isn't faring too well, Bakura. Aren't you using your so-called Shadow Magic on him?”

Bakura's eyes glowed red. “What's it to you? You stay away from him!”

“I came over to offer my condolences for his condition.”

Marik growled. “Yeah, and I'm the Prince of Persia.”

“I can't even hope Ryou gets well?”

“I should rip your tongue out for you even saying his name, Yami!” Bakura threatened.

Marik pointed the Millennium Rod towards the pharaoh. “Itemri and I will fight to protect our home to the death! So if you didn't learn your lesson the first time with me, then I will have to teach it to you again.”

The pharaoh stepped back. “Are you saying you are going to beat and sodomize me again with your Rod?”

Marik chuckled and removed the knife from the Millennium Rod. “If you wish me to do so, then I will be willing to oblige.”

Araqiel looked at the two so-called “spirits” staring down his companion. It was hard to see in the dark. Their two sets of red glowing eyes glared through the darkness. He was startled as both of their hair spiked and their nails grew long and sharp.

His companion had a look of fear on his eyes. “I only came here because I was worried about Ryou!”

Bakura took a step towards Yami. “Yes….I'm sure you were in tears and deeply saddened.”

“I was genuinely concerned!”

“My ass you were!” Marik growled.

“I was!”

Bakura's ring glowed. “Yami, release your spells on our soulrooms.”

“I can't do that, Bakura! I don't have your magic!”

Bakura stepped in front of Yami and pointed the dagger at his throat. “What games are you trying to play with me? You know I despise games. Release the locks on our soulrooms or I promise to make this the most painful night of your life.”

Yami swallowed hard. “I'm…I'm not afraid of you.”

Bakura laughed. “The look in your eyes tells me otherwise.”

Marik placed the dagger of the Millennium Rod underneath Yami's chin. “My son is still laying in the hospital because of you…..tell me why I shouldn't summon my monsters to tear you apart piece-by-pathetic-piece.”

“Hey, I apologized for what happened!”

“Oh, you did not!” Bakura snarled, pushing Yami onto the ground. He slammed his foot on Yami's neck. “You have exactly one minute to tell me why I shouldn't unleash my Man-Eater Bug to eat you alive.”

Yami gurgled and coughed from Bakura's foot. “Because I want….my Light…back.”

“And you think what you did will send him flying to you with open arms?”

“I want him back.”

Bakura removed his foot. “You are a fool, Yami. Yugi deserves better than your moldy, ignorant, pharaoh ass.”

Yami rubbed his throat. “I can't help you with your locks. I don't know what you are talking about.”

Marik growled. “I've had enough of you! I summon my `Nobleman Man-Eater Bug'!”

Marik threw up his arm and a dark portal opened and Araqiel's eyes widened from the bushes. A dark light emanated from it.

Bakura turned and held out his hand. “Don't summon anything, Ishtar! You know we don't summon anything in public. Nobody needs to know about our magic. My job is to keep us safe.”

Yami grinned. //Itemri, you walked into your own trap.//

Marik lowered his arm and snarled at Itemri. “Let me do this!”

“NO, ISHTAR!”

“That bastard almost killed my boy! He deserves it!”

“Our soulrooms!”

Marik glared angrily. “I don't care!”

Bakura spun around and shoved Marik angrily. “YOU MAY NOT CARE, BUT I DO! I want to go into my soulroom again! I don't enjoy this existence!”

Marik growled and slapped Bakura. “Don't you EVER push me!”

Bakura narrowed his eyes. “Don't be such a dick!”

Yami stood up and bolted away.

Bakura turned away when he heard Yami run and turned back to Marik. “You let him get away, genius!”

Marik narrowed his eyes back down at Bakura. “At least he's gone. That's all I'm concerned about.”

Araqiel's eyes were still wide at what he had just seen. `What was that black thing? Was an actual monster going to come out of there?'

His companion had fled….and these two were not the most friendly of people he had ever encountered. It was best to try to retreat slowly.

Araqiel moved slowly out of the bush and around the corner. He climbed over the neighbor's fence and scurried away.

Bakura passed Marik, unaware of the voyeur. “I have my husband to check on.”

He walked up the step and into the house. He went straight up the steps and turned left to get to Ryou's bedroom. At the end of the hall he opened the door and found Ryou sleeping quietly with Malik standing by the window.

“Is Yami gone?”

“Yeah, he ran away with his tail between his legs,” the yami said as he sat beside Ryou. “How is this one?”

“He's okay. He ate his soup and dozed off. He's a tired boy.”

Ryou's eyes fluttered with his sleep. His fingers twitched. Bakura took Ryou's hand and held it gently. He rubbed the top of his hand and kissed it.

“Did he take his medicines?”

Malik nodded and sat at Ryou's feet. He rubbed Ryou's leg. “Yeah, I made sure he did.”

“Thanks, Malik. I appreciate it.”

“Did everything go okay downstairs? I heard shouting.”

“Yeah, there was some, but it's all over now.”

Malik nodded. “I should go check on Marik.”

Bakura snickered. “Yeah, go give him a nice poultry injection in his ass. He'll enjoy that.”

Malik giggled as he walked out of the room.

Bakura looked down at Ryou and laid beside him. “I won't let anything harm you.”

Ryou's eyes opened tiredly and he smiled. “Hello, dear.”

Bakura stroked Ryou's cheek. “How are you, angel?”

“Tired.”

“Yeah…..I can see it in your eyes. Come here, baby.”

Ryou shifted closer to his yami and cuddled against Bakura's chest. “Where were you?.....Malik said you had to go outside and check on something.”

“Something was in the bushes.”

“What was it?”

Bakura narrowed his eyes and kissed Ryou's forehead. “Just a rat. I took care of it.”

“Oh……okay,” the tired British man yawned.

“Just relax, baby. It's taken care of.”

“Okay,” Ryou yawned, closing his eyes.

Bakura smiled as he felt Ryou's breath on his chest. //That's a good boy……sleep.//

The white-haired yami remained vigilant even as his lover slowly became limp like a ragdoll.

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Araqiel ran down the street and looked around for his missing companion. “Yami?”

Only the crickets chirping answered him.

“Shit! He left!”

“Think again, Mr. Tillmann.”

Araqiel whipped around and saw Yami standing behind him. “Yami, you scared me!”

Yami grinned. “That is not my real name, but you may call me that for now.”

“What the hell was that dark portal----thing?”

“That is the opening to the Shadow Realm. It is a Realm of Death. The Dead rule there. Remember the white-haired one? He is the King of the Shadow Realm. He can command any creature within.”

“The Dead rule?”

“Never count on living people to rule the forces of the Dead, Mr. Tillmann. The Dead only listen to the Dead. Bakura……is dead.”

“But he is walking and talking!”

“Because his a spirit only. I would show you his body, but it is in Egypt rotting, no doubt.”

Araqiel's eyes widened. “You are serious about this? They are spirits?”

Yami nodded. “I am serious. Marik Ishtar is dead. Bakura Itemri is dead. That other blond you saw is his husband. Bakura's husband is Ryou, who was laying upstairs.”

Araqiel crossed his arms. “One mentioned you hurt his son.”

“He's another vicious one, but luckily for humanity, he is weaker…..and is terminally ill. He doesn't pose much of a threat, but he has the same powers as his father.”

“Is he dead, too?”

“Oh, no…..he's very much alive.”

Araqiel bit his lip. “Why did you bring me here?”

“To expose these people for who they are…..dangerous scoundrels…..the Dead which threaten our town with their deadly magic. I want to warn the people of Domino that these animals mean business and they will stop at nothing to see that the people of Domino are their slaves and sacrifices for eternity.”

Araqiel swallowed hard and he fidgeted with his fingers nervously. “I want to see more.”

Yami grinned. “That can be conveniently arranged.”

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Robbie crossed his arms and legs as Dr. Zira pulled him into his office. Dr. Zira examined Aten's progress chart as Robbie tapped his finger against his own arm impatiently.

“Well, Doc? Can my husband come home yet?”

Dr. Zira looked up from the chart and let out a sigh. “Yes he can, Robert. He still needs some more recovery time, but there is no reason to keep him here anymore. I'm sure he'd rather be home and comfortable.”

“Really?” Robbie asked in disbelief, not expecting the same answer as he had the past few weeks. “Aten can finally come home?”

“Robert, you must realize that I'm doing this for Aten's comfort. His neck is healing well and his heart…well….it's there and beating now. That's better than any of us could have hoped. He can go home tomorrow. I'm still waiting on blood specimens.”

“Dr. Zira, I'm sorry for being a real shithead.”

“Robbie, I wouldn't expect any less from someone who loves Aten very much. This was a rough time for both of you. Just don't go folding Aten in any strange positions at first, Robbie. I would try to abstain from sex with Aten for a little while longer. That neck and back need time to heal. Not to mention, he fell on his ass a little hard.”

Robbie sighed. “Yeah, I guess I can wait a little longer. Aten's in no condition now for anything intimate.”

Zira nodded. “Yes, Robert. I have to agree.”

Robbie stood up and leaned on his cane. “Thank you, Dr. Zira. I can't wait to tell Aten he can come home!”

Robbie limped out of the doctor's office and almost bumped into two women who were walking by.

“That's the second miscarriage that girl had,” one woman said.

“She had so many drugs in her system, it's amazing she's not dead,” the other said.

Robbie watched as the two women walked into Rhonda's room.

Miscarriage?

Drugs?

Robbie limped towards Aten's room and heard Rhonda screaming.

“I'LL HAVE SEX AS MUCH AS I WANT AND I'LL TAKE EVERY FUCKING DRUG ON THE MARKET IF I WANT! YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Rhonda fumed angrily.

Robbie shook his head. “That girl needs help.”

Robbie walked into Aten's room and found the Egyptian teen dressing with the help of a male nurse.

“Oh, sorry, Aten.”

“Come in, Robbie. It sounds like Rhonda down there.”

Robbie nodded. “Yeah, she is in here. She's a few doors down.”

Aten winced as he pulled his head through the hole in his shirt. “Ow. Well, she still has her set of lungs.”

“She always did,” Robbie snickered.

“Yeah, she always had a set of lungs on her….too bad she couldn't put those lungs to good use and say something meaningful every once in a while.”

Robbie laughed. “Hey, good news! Zira's bustin' you out tomorrow! You can come home tomorrow!”

Aten smiled and hugged Robbie. “That's great news!”

Robbie nodded. “Yup! I'll have to get our room ready. Dr. Zira says I can't bend you in half for a while.”

Aten laughed hard and sat on the bed. “Oh, you can't pound me into the ground?”

“Not until your neck and back heal. It's hard to get your knees to your ears if your neck and back hurts.”

The male nurse blushed a beet red.

Robbie held Aten in his arms. “It's gonna be good having you home with us again. We can be a family again.”

Aten smiled. “We will always be family, Robbie.”

The Egyptian leaned over and kissed Robbie's cheek. “Always.”

Robbie smiled and sat on Aten's left to avoid the bad eye. He took Aten's hand and smiled. “Right.”

 

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