Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Final Distance ❯ Predictions of the Past ( Chapter 6 )

I'm hoping that I won't make this story seem to go too slow or too fast. I think I need a beta reader or something… But anyway, this is chapter six, and as I am typing this, I am also working on the prequel to this fic. Please review and tell me whether or not you would want to have the prequel posted (it is something like a fill in the gaps story for the dreams).

Disclaimers: Don't own anyone from Yu-Gi-Oh, don't own anyone from Persona, either. They either belong to Takahashi-sensei or ATLUS. Also, the ratings of this fic will start going up starting this chapter. This chapter contains some hints at violence.

Chapter 6-Prediction of the Past

Cold...so cold…and so dark. I feel like vomiting...but I can't even whimper or groan to show my pain. Where am I?

Kaiba felt as though he was lying on a cold and murky stone floor, something like a dungeon, but much smaller, something the size of a cage or a box. He heard voices of some unfathomable language, something so alien and so distant.

The sound of chains clanking jolted Kaiba, frightening him for reasons he couldn't put his finger on and he twisted his body, noticing then that he was bound at his wrists and his ankles. The voices conversed for a few more minutes and he could feel the probe of several gazes on him despite the fact that he couldn't see at all. Nervousness seemed to settle into the pit of his stomach as large fingers grabbed the filthy cloth that gagged him and ripped it off. Another hand, one that reeked of riches such as oils and gold, took hold of his cheeks before he could bite and forced his mouth open. More words were exchanged before the man released his hand on Kaiba's cheeks and the cloth that covered his eyes was removed. He hissed and looked up, but could only see silhouettes of three figures, one of them considerably shorter than the other two and extending a hand out to him.

"Don't be afraid," the boy child said to him, his words the only thing that Kaiba understood amongst the cacophony of babbling. "You belong to me now. I'll be good to you." Before he could register the exact meaning of those words, Kaiba felt his hand reach out without his commanding of it and taking hold of that dark, extended hand as though desperate for something. As soon as his pale skin contacted the dark one, he felt a sudden warmth wash over him, peeling off the coldness and the filth that was on his body minutes ago like a warm mist that blew over his body, caressing his skin. He didn't want to let go, but soon the hand released its hold and the warmth was gone, replaced by a stiff stabbing coldness that felt like a hard withdrawal from the comforting warmth. Denying the deprivation of the warmth, Kaiba shut his eyes, hoping that he would wake up enveloped in it again.

"High Priest Seth," Kaiba heard a cruel voice ring horribly in his head, forcing his eyes open again. He was standing in the middle of an ancient court, his body bare from head to toe, but it appeared that no one in the court could see that he was there. Amongst these people, the young CEO noticed that his body was transparent like a ghost and they like bodies of flesh and blood. Their eyes were focused on a man standing next to Kaiba, a man, to Kaiba's shock, resembled him in almost every way, even in the irrepressible pride and defiance.

It's a dream, isn't it…? Where have I seen this dream before…?

"High Priest Seth," the voice repeated the name of the man that stood in the middle of the court. A smug-looking man stood in front of an empty throne, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his eyes jeering in its gaze as he looked at Seth. "You have been accused of abusing the power and authority as the High Priest to hunt down the ka of innocent people. How do you plead?"

The man addressed as Seth said nothing, and with a flash of gold, Kaiba saw blackness spray over his eyes like ink. Screams filled his ears, screams of the people around him and his own as hot pain shot up his arms, the roaring fire of that pain searing through his flesh and branding itself deep into his bones. His screams deafened him and he curled up as the world turned dark again, leaving him to his whimpers.

"Seth…"

Who is it…?

It was that man again, the man that Kaiba could swear that he had never seen before and yet felt so close to. The man that seemed to be suspended in time as he ran towards him. Once again the smell of sand drifted in the air, tickling Kaiba's nose as he watched the man race towards him, the mouth moving in that language that he couldn't decipher.

"Seth…I…" The outstretched hand reached for him, and Kaiba extended his hand in response, hoping that this hand will allow him the warmth he was robbed of at the beginning of these visions.

But the warmth didn't come.

Before Kaiba could grab hold of the hand, a flash of silver moved across his eyes and he saw red. Endless red drenched the stirred sand, flying around as though dancing with a fire-colored veil. Within the crimson, Kaiba saw a glint of gold.

A cartouche pendant connected to a broken chain.

He felt his heart burst in exploding pain as he woke up, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Kaiba?" a voice asked, drawing a shocked yelp from the bed-ridden brunette. Reaching for the lamp, Kaiba yanked on the chain that turned on the light and saw that Yami was sitting next to his bed. "What are you doing here?!" Kaiba demanded, furious that his rival would see him sleeping, and sitting in his house without invitation!

"I came here for help on my homework," Yami answered with a mental sigh, figuring that Kaiba had forgotten about his outburst at the door upon his return from the hospital. He looked up and noticed the silvery lines on Kaiba's cheeks, the source being the cerulean irises. "Did you have a nightmare? You're crying."

Kaiba glared at Yami, then cursed himself for allowing himself to shed tears over such a dream that consisted of… He stopped as he was wiping his tears. He couldn't remember the dream, or nightmare, whatever he had when he was sleeping. "I-I don't remember," the brunette answered, unable to understand why he couldn't remember a single detail about the dream. "It just all seemed to be familiar…like a taste."

Yami studied the movement of the other teen under the warm yellow-orange light of the lamp and made a small hum in his throat before nodding. "It's not that unusual for people to forget what they dream about," he stated, getting up from the chair next to the bed. "I guess you're probably not in shape to help me with homework tonight." Kaiba nodded, still dazed.

"May I look at this? Might be notes." Yami asked, waving the red spiral-bound notebook that Maki had given to Kaiba a week before. By the wear around the edges, it looked like Kaiba had actually recorded something in there. Raising his head, Kaiba peered at the notebook with a peculiar look before he shivered and made a sound like a loud, violent gulp and nodded. Yami nodded his thanks and walked out of the room, giving no real thought to the reaction Kaiba had towards the notebook. Once out of the youth's room, the sovereign opened the notebook and all but dropped the notebook at the revelation of its contents, some of them scrawled down in such haste they were almost illegible.

"August 26, 1:58 PM. A woman named Sonomura Maki came in today and gave me this diary and told me to record whatever is on my mind in here. All I can think of right now is how awake I feel. I feel as though I've been sleeping for the longest time and I am truly awake right now."

"August 26, 3:04 PM. Sonomura Maki, a woman who says that she is a psychotherapist, told me that I have a condition where my memories are now stuck in short term because of the removal of my hippocampus. I swear I'm going to fire my personal physician. It feels like I haven't' been awake for longest time. I can't even remember why I'm in this hospital. Was I comatose? And if so, for how long?"

"August 26, 3:20 PM. I feel truly awake for the first time in my life for some reason. It feels as though I have been asleep for my whole life."

"August 26, 5:10 PM. I am truly awake."

"August 26, 7:19 PM. I AM TRULY AWAKE."

To be continued…

The diary entries may seem stupid…but that's the way it was in the diary of "Clive" when I saw it on the video. It's really sad, and it'll get sadder…maybe. Depends on your threshold of angst, I guess.