Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Differences Don't Matter ❯ Truth in Evil ( Chapter 27 )

Yugi stared with helplessness at the battlefield around him. His small hands were clutched around Ryou's cooling ones as blood soaked the cloth of shirt over his wound. Yugi had torn his shirt sleeve and tied them awkwardly around the wound to stop the blood of red life but it was to no avail. Ryou lay there, unconscious, while the war unfolded around the two elves.

 

Humans and elves alike were already scattered on the ground. Some had arrows sticking out of their chests and others had been too burned to move or shot by those humans who carried guns. Some of the elves who appeared lordly indeed looked even more so with elfin swords in their elegant hands. Those are the ones that took down most humans. Yugi even saw one brandishing his sword in a long sweep and took down at least three humans at once. He would've been amazed if it weren't for the heaviness in his heart.

 

Bakura and Yugi's other friends had disappeared quickly in the crowd of warriors. Yami, too, had left the elf's violet eyes and dread only tore at his heart as he feared for his crimson-eyed love. The elder had been quickly led away from the scene to hide amongst the allying trees. It seemed even the tall plants of the woods didn't care for the humans and, with sharp ones, one could sometimes catch vines hanging from branches snapping at a human's back like a whip or even the roots of trees themselves lifting to trip an unsuspecting non-elf.

 

The mark on Yugi's wrist burned with the elf's growing uncertainty about the battle. In his head this turned out just like he knew it was going to. Death and destruction could only avoid the inevitable. However, in his heart he knew that this wasn't what his destiny was supposed to lead to. How could killing and destruction lead to two warring kinds suddenly become friends? None of it made sense in Yugi's head and tears streamed down his cheeks as he tried to think of something to do.

 

A person appeared in Yugi's vision and he looked up to see a female elf with a short-range bow in her hand and three arrows ready to strike. On her back was a quiver with only seven shots remaining.

 

“Some here you're turning out to be,” she mocked angrily, firing her three arrows off and hitting three separate humans with perfect accuracy. Two of them fell with cries of pain, instantly dead, but the other just tore the arrow from him and kept going with the spear in his hand. “If sitting there mourning over one among hundreds that have fallen is going to save us all than by all means continue being a sitting duck. Are you going to do something or was all this preparing for naught?”

 

“Yugi!”

 

The elf turned his gaze from the girl in front of him to find Yami running towards him. His arm had a gash in it and blood was trickling out to soak the sleeve but the wound didn't appear to bother much to the human. Relief swept throughout Yugi as warm arms embraced him.

 

“Yami, Ryou…he's…” Yugi couldn't bring himself to say it.

 

The human pulled Yugi away from the sight and into a more protected area. The female elf only huffed and ran off to another cluster of humans. Yugi cried heavily into Yami's shirt, not caring that this wasn't the time or the place to be acting as such but he didn't know what to do.

 

“I've failed, Yami. I don't know what to do anymore and now Ryou's gone,” he bawled, hands clutching at the fabric of Yami's shirt.

 

Yami didn't know what to say to such an outburst. He only held Yugi closer and tried to soothe him with cooing sounds. As it turned out he didn't have to think of anything to say for he didn't have the time.

 

It started like a sting and that sting turned into a bite before a full blown explosion burst into his back. His knees buckled and the pain seemed too much to bare when a pained noise crumbled from his throat. Yugi looked up curiously when Yami's weight was suddenly poured onto him. The look in the crimson eyes was enough to know what had happened but the violet-eyed elf refused to believe it.

 

“No,” he whispered and then screamed the word loudly. Those around the elf looked up and saw what had happened to bring forth such a pain-filled shout. There was nothing to be done at the time and they hurried away to another area so they wouldn't have to see the pain on the young elves face or the heartbreak in his eyes.

 

Yami dropped to the ground, the light in his red eyes growing dimmer with each passing second. The blood seeped from his back the longer he stayed standing so Yugi laid him on his stomach, his tears staining the dark material of his shirt.

 

A chuckle invaded his ears and Yugi looked up, recognizing Yami's father, the gun in his hand smoking lightly. A piercing grip clutched at Yugi's heart when the sight registered to him. “No,” he lipped.

 

“Serves him right for fraternizing with you lowlifes to begin with. Anyone who believes elves can be equals to humans should never deserve to live,” the lord sneered.

 

“No,” Yugi croaked out, getting louder each time he spoke. “No, no, no! He was your son! Your only son!”

 

“And now I have no son. Now I don't have to waste my breath arguing with that deadbeat all the time. It's something I should've done a long time ago, just like I did to his mother all those years ago. I should've predicted he would turn out like his mother.”

 

“Mother…but she died of -….” Realization dawned in Yugi and he stood quickly, stepping away from the crazed man in front of him. “No,” he shook his head.

 

“Yes, his mother died of a mysterious illness. There's no way the doctor's could've helped her.

 

A shaking finger pointed at the smirking man and Yugi couldn't believe what he was hearing. “You,” he accused. “You killed his mother. You kept her sick somehow and made it so the only one who could help her was you.”

 

The man nodded and then lifted his gun. “That's right. You're much smarter than I gave you credit to. Unfortunately, now that you know the truth, I can't afford to have you live. I'd lose everything.”

 

“B-but why? Why would you kill your wife? Your son's mother? Didn't you love her?”

 

A deafening chuckle broke out from the demon of a father. “Love? Of course not! I was a deadbeat off the street trying to survive. I met that woman and she helped me. When I found out she was the richest person in the whole city I knew my troubles were over.”

 

“Money,” Yugi answered with disbelief. “All of it? You stole Yami's loving and wonderful mother away from him because of money!” A blinding white light burst from Yugi's form and all shadows ceased to be. Everything halted: humans, elves, fighting, even the wind and the trees stopped what they were doing.

 

Yugi's rage and hurt was so great that he didn't notice anything strange at first until he realized all eyes were on him. He looked down at himself and stared with disbelief at his arms. The mark on his wrist was no longer glowing an angry red, but rather a hot white and, yet, he felt no pain like he normally did when the color changed. The change in color wasn't just a glow either, but seemed to encase his whole being. His anger towards the human in front of him stirred him to move and the now white tattoo on his wrist seemed like the strength of everyone around him belonged to only his person.

 

Standing he moved forward and with each step he took the man in front him took one back, a wide-eyed expression burned onto his face. It continued like that until finally Motou senior backed into a tree and the branches immediately entwined around his body, making it impossible for him to move or struggle. Yugi stepped up to him, half-lidded eyes and power radiating from his form.

 

“You have been caught and found guilty for the pain you've induced on the one I care for most. I tried to always tell myself there was good in everyone, but you have proved me wrong. You, Lord Motou, have no right to such a title or the title of being Yami's, one of the nicest humans around, father. You're punishment I give to you right now and it's even better than you deserve for your punishment is death.” With that Yugi's arm flashed out and his hand was around the man's thick neck in short of a blink.

 

The white power surrounding Yugi transferred to the man, but unlike the elf, the elder man started screaming with an unbelievable amount of pain. He tried to wriggle and he his head turned in every direction. Women and children flinched, but the men found their eyes glued to the horrific scene. Whether it was an elf, an innocent and good-natured elf, was somehow torturing someone right in front of their eyes or if it was just how much pain seemed to be coursing through that man, nobody could really decide. The whole thing seemed to last for minutes lasting longer than hours themselves, but the ordeal really only lasted a few seconds; very long-lasting seconds.

 

Everyone knew when the man was dead because Yugi pulled his arm away like he'd been shocked, all light was gone and the mark was once again dormant, and the tree released his motionless captive. Motou senior fell to the ground with a resounding thud and became no more. The only proof that anything had just occurred was the stop of his heart. There were no burn marks, no scar or unusual sight of any kind of his body.

 

Yugi still had his half-lidded expression as he stared at the body. “To the gods I hope your soul as gone and to the gods I hope it stays. You are not welcome in the realm of the living.” He blinked and was suddenly horrified. He scrambled away from the Motou senior, crab walking until he tripped and stayed there. The elf could hardly believe what he just done, what he was capable of. Even after it happened he couldn't understand how he could've done something like that. It was almost like when that light enveloped him he'd been taken over by something that obviously was comfortable with taking lives.

 

“Now what should we do,” a man asked, pulling his helmet off and looking around at his fellow humans. Those around him shrugged and looked lost as they looked around.

 

“You mean you aren't going to try taking revenge,” the elfin girl from earlier asked.

 

“Why should we,” another human questioned. “Lord Motou was our leader. He was the one who was feeding all this stuff about elves being weak and only live to serve us, but that's obviously not the case. You've taken down more humans than us and that guy over there actually had Motou shaking in his boots. If that's not power than I don't know what is.”

 

Just then three elves walked through a break in the trees with the elder following them patiently. “That man was evil intent itself and I'm glad to know that the trees rest easier with his soul no longer allowed into the living realm, even if the body lies on their floors.”

 

“You had no intent to come racing into our city and taking over, did you,” one of the few women who'd followed the men asked.

 

All of the elves shook their heads.

 

“The elves just want to live in peace like they have for hundreds of years,” Bakura shouted, the humans and elves parting so he could be seen by all. He stood in front with Ryou in his arms, eyes barely open.

 

“Ryou,” Yugi shouted and hurried over to him.

 

“Hey there, Yugi. You did great,” he said, though with troubles.

 

“I thought you were…that you had….”

 

“You can't get rid of me that easily,” he chuckled before breaking out into a small coughing fit. A few elves rushed over and took Ryou was his near-look-alike. They rushed him into one of the only tents in the area left standing. Yugi knew it was set up for healing, but it turned out that everyone had been needed in the fight and the tents had been for naught.

 

Bakura knelt down to see Yugi had eye level. “You look like you're world came crashing down, little guy. What's the matter?” He asked because even though Ryou hadn't been killed he knew that so many others had been….that Yami had been. Tears burned at his eyes and he cried into the human's shirt. Arms wrapped around him from behind and, from the similar height to Bakura's, Yugi knew it was Marik.

 

“There's something you need to see, Yugi,” Marik told him. Malik nodded from where he stood behind his lover. He had a couple cuts here and there but other than that he seemed just fine.

 

Everyone's eyes followed the small group as they led the shortest to the second healing tent and pushed him inside. There were three elves surrounded around the table with Yami lying motionless on top of it. Light glows of life filtered from their elegant hands into Yami very so often and he had bandages around other wounds that the healers weren't concerned with.

 

Yugi's breath held in his throat. If the healers were trying than that means Yami really gone for good; that he still had a chance to survive. His throat beat wildly in his stomach and his fingers wringed together nervously. Almost like a dream to Yugi, and he truly thought it was, crimson eyes slowly opened.