Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fixations of the Past ❯ A Taste of Memories ( Chapter 1 )

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The two great forms of the Gods struck each other at full force. The thick, iron like flesh of Obelisk, green and blue and brimming with power, collided with the heavy, snake-ish body of Osiris, red and black and coiled with ferocity. Both duelists looked on, determination dripping from their faces as they awaited the fate of their cards…the fate of themselves…

A flash, so brilliant that scarlet and cobalt found themselves overwhelmed, arms thrown up in a vain effort to block out the blinding result of celestial collision. Thunder rolled around them; threatening to envelop their souls if they did not run away, move from their frozen stance, too stubborn to back down before the other. The inhuman screeches of two monsters, two Gods, two pawns of fate, filled the air and would surely make them deaf if it did not stop soon. Their jackets snapped in the violent winds, hair tousled every which way, and bodies braced against the over powering swirls of air.

And then there was silence…

Both youths opened their eyes in puzzlement, finding themselves alone in a great expanse of white nothingness. One looked at the other, the other looked back. They stood on nothing, and yet they stood. Everything was white, not blindingly so, merely white with no visible source as to where it came from. No source of anything but this colorlessness without beginning, nor end. Was this the `hikari' side of the Shadow Realm? An amusing thought, though very unlikely.

"Well?"

The scarlet-eyed youth looked at the other in confusion. "What?"

"Where the hell are we?" the brunette snapped in irritation. "You and those other morons always seem to have an explanation about this sort of crap, so let me hear your magic speech about this one."

Yami narrowed his eyes, "I don't have an explanation for this, but I'm sure-"

"What?! Tell me! What, that the `heart of the cards' will rescue us? That your friends will come up with a brilliant plan? Ha!" Kaiba sneered and walked over to Yami. "Get us out of this cheap illusion, now."

The tricolor haired boy growled "I told you I don't know where we are, so don't threaten me." The smaller glared and crossed his arms in defiance, smirking lightly. "Who knows, we might be stuck here for all of eternity…" for some odd reason, Yami felt that sort of fate wasn't the most horrible of possibilities.

"Excellent…" the brunette grumbled "A personalized hell." Kaiba watched with curiosity as scarlet eyes flashed with hurt and then quickly narrowed to dangerous slits. "Nothing personal, I'd just rather be dead alone."

Yami sighed and rolled his eyes, just as he was about to comment, their surroundings lurched. "Wha-" Everything seemed to growl and want nothing more than to knock them down as they were forced to their knees, the `ground' rolling beneath them. The tricolor youth was thrown forward, landing squarely against the brunette's chest and looked up, eyes widening as the taller began to flicker from existence. "Kaiba!" He reached out, only to realize the same was happening to him, blue eyes watching in shock as they both disappeared.

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~Yami's POV~

"Not again…not again…"

I hear myself whisper those words endlessly, the cruelty that it had indeed occurred again crushing something inside of me. But what?…What is it that had happened again, what is that pain I can't seem to ease, what are those voices?

I listen; strain my ears in hopes that focusing on soft words will lessen the aching inside. It does, but not because the words are of comfort or contain any sort of good news, but because it is his voice I hear, his voice I thought I lost, his voice…arguing with my own.

/You will not win…Surrender./

\No!\

I realized my eyes are shut, squeezed tight against the dread that he is no longer before me, and slowly I open them and blink in mild confusion, recognizing the scene beneath me immediately.

/If I destroy your final tablet…you will lose much more than this duel…/

\Then destroy it!\

I watch, expecting to be drawn back into reality, as this was always the time when flashbacks ended even though I knew there was always much more, but stare with wide eyes as I realize this memory is continuing, showing me what I've been denied for the past months.

/Seth…please…/ The Pharaoh's eyes plead with the High Priest, a sadness so deep my heart tightens.

\I've betrayed you, Pharaoh…destroy it…destroy me.\ the icy blue eyes glare, mock, challenge the other to do as is expected. The faintest of smiles toy with his lips, chiding the Pharaoh for daring to hesitate. \Will you betray your people then? Ignore the laws and moralities of your country to save a traitor?\

/If you surrender, I shall grant pardon…You will no longer be High Priest and shall face trial…but you shall live…/ A slender hand crawls to rest over the Pharaoh's heart, clenching the violet material, tears forming in his eyes when the brunette tears his gaze from the youth and eyes the tablets.

\Then you are a fool…spare my life and I shall only try again…the title as Pharaoh will become mine…\ Seth's voice is steady from practice, monotonous as his jaw stiffens and eyes harden, ignoring everything inside that is screaming for him to stop. \You have no choice!\ he hisses, glaring hatefully at the Pharaoh's tablet \I shall force your hand…as I forced you before…\ his eyes shut, refusing to see as the other youth breaks.

The Pharaoh gasps softly; the flood of emotions suddenly overruns my system. I fall to my knees as horrid pain rips through me, breathing heavily, I continue watching. /I…Seth…It wasn't…/ his scarlet eyes stare, transfixed in guilt and anger on the Priest. /Do we mean nothing to you then?!/ He cries, arms shaking as he clenches his fists, voice cracked and lips trembling.

Silence, horrible, deafening silence. The Pharaoh waits, heart twisting itself with hope and need when the brunette finally lifts his head, cheeks streaked with tears, but eyes as icy as before. I know what he will say shall be his final words and I reach out in vain to stop him, to keep Seth from starting the endless cycle that has ensnared me up to my present day.

\Why do you think I must do this?…\ Seth's voice is soft, boring into scarlet, asking him to understand. \Pharaoh…My Pharaoh…\ a tender smile appears and his eyes flood with sorrow \We…you…have meant everything to me…\ The other youth looks on with hope, hardly breathing as he waits. \That is why I do this…I'd rather not live than harm you…I love you…too much…\ eyes shut, the brunette snaps his head to face the tablets \Forgive me…\ his arms raise as he silently calls the beast forth to lunge toward the other.

/Seth! No!/ the Pharaoh reaches out, magic instinctively flashing to life. /No!/ he looks on in horror as his own creature awakens and in one fatal movement, destroys the other, empty gaze focused on Seth and slamming into his body at full force, disappearing in a wisp of white smoke. /Seth!/ The scarlet eyed youth sobs and stumbles toward the High Priest's body, crumpled on the sand floor. He gently laces his arms around the cooling body, fingers slipping through the strands of dark brown hair, and lips softly sealing them both to eternity.

I choke on held breath and hot tears, my arms wrapped around my small frame as I rock, unable to tear my eyes from the scene. "No…" I whisper, watching as the picture before me melts into white, becoming a part of nothing.

Is that how it is to be then? Forever? To ceaselessly play over and over? Are Seth and I…Kaiba and I…for all of eternity meant to be rivals? Meant to love at a distance? Meant to suffer through loss if we ever become too close?

"No…" it's not fair, not fair my soul should live on and on and on with him so close and alone! It's not fair that I should exist solely for the purpose of destroying him! It's not fair that I should realize I love him!

I cry out in frustration, fingers digging into my sides as tears blind me, sobbing while cursing fate and Ra. I won't allow it, not this time, not now that I know what was and will be if I do nothing. "Fuck destiny! I love him and you're not taking him!" I collapse as all strength is taken from me, and through my bleary vision watch as the white shatters.

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~Kaiba's POV~

"Yami?" my voice is abnormally quiet as I stare into my arms where Yami had just been. "Yami!" I look around frantically, not because I care…Why would I?…But…"Bastard!" I yell, wishing a thousand deaths upon his freakin' skinny ass. He left me! He left me here to die! "What the hell!" I glare at the ground, noticing that it's an actual ground now, not just a stretch of white.

I stand and dust off what looks to be sand. Sand? Why the hell would there be sand? My eyes scan the surroundings, "Oh shit…not again…" excellent, another one of those damn flashbacks. "Alright, what is it this time?" I growl, rolling my eyes as I start to walk past massive pillars, each decorated with their own story about that oh so magnificent Pharaoh…

Voices…I stop and listen, although I don't know what they're saying, I recognize who's speaking. Quietly, I slink around a column and look around only to come face to face with myself, walking briskly past me, well, rather through me. "Idiot…" I feel like smacking myself on the head, they can't hear me, why the hell am I trying to be quiet?

"Hmmm, wonder what Yami did this time." I smirk; Yami's always to blame, always. I follow myself, nearly jogging to keep up, just how do I manage to walk so quickly wearing that damn purple skirt? He stops, finally, and bows before an alter, dropping to his knees and muttering something in Egyptian about forgiving the Pharaoh for such thoughts and forgiving him as well because a High Priest shouldn't think or want or need such…desires?

"Desires?" What the hell? I narrow my eyes and glare at him for a moment, what kind of desires is he talking about?

Ironically, who should walk in, but of course, Yami! Well, Pharaoh Yami that is, with his scarlet cape thing and about ten tons of gold, he's seriously lacking in self-esteem.

/Seth?/ he sounds meek and uneasy, stupid Yami, showing weakness as a Pharaoh isn't exactly the best idea, no wonder I wanted to take over. /Seth…look at me./ God damn him, ordering me around like I'm beneath him!

I watch as Seth bows his head, icy eyes sliding closed, form tensing. \Pharaoh…\This is all wrong, this is not me! I sound just as weak as that tricolor haired twerp! He stands and keeps his gaze down, turning around slowly, and then finally lifting his eyes to meet Yami's, not that he had far to lift.

/Seth, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that./ The Pharaoh's face flushes just slightly and he looks at the ground, shifting uneasily and taking a step closer to the Priest. /But…b-but-/

\My Pharaoh, you need not explain yourself, you're of age, and it is only natural for you to want…someone-\

/I don't want someone!/ The Pharaoh looks up, biting his lip in uncertainty /I…I want you, Seth…/ he looks up, scarlet eyes filled with happiness and truth and hope. /You…/

Needless to say, my jaw drops open and I feel the need to sit down and breath. He…he wants me? Me…Seth, whatever! It was me at some point…

\Pharaoh, please…\ Seth looks away and begins to mumble more apologies to the gods, reminding them that Yami is only a boy, confused at such a young age while carrying the burden as Pharaoh.

/I'm not confused, Seth!/ the boy grabs the Priest's arm and forces him to look him in the eye. /I'm not a child! I want you! Seth…I love you…/ The Pharaoh flushes brightly and he turns away trying to hide himself in the shadows as he begins to scramble further from his need.

My stomach twists in knots and I feel a cool sweat cover my body. "He…the Pharaoh…loved me?…" I look toward Seth, eyes wide, anger and sadness overwhelming deep blue depths. "Does…did…I…love him too?" And as if answering my question, Seth nods his head slowly and follows Yami.

Although I do not move, I suddenly find myself in a lavishly done chamber, violet, scarlet, and gold reigning in silk throws, pillows, and carpets. "Where?…" my eyes scan the room and I notice a small form lying on the bed, shaking with stifled sobs. "Yami?…" I walk closer, for some reason I'm actually worried about him.

The boy suddenly sits up and stares at me, blond bangs stuck to cheeks where tears were fresh. Red rimmed eyes and a flush face only highlight blood red eyes, shiny with tears and reeling with a hundred emotions, the most prominent being need. Does he see me? I thought these images were only that, visions…"Ya-"

\My Pharaoh…\ I whirl around and see Seth standing directly behind me. He walks through me again, feeling like nothing more than a warm rush of air as he takes steps toward the boy, the bed…\My Pharaoh…I never meant to hurt you…I didn't know…\

Seth sits on the edge of the bed, reaching over with slender arms and scooping up the smaller boy. The Pharaoh is startled and yelps as he is then gently placed in the Priest's lap, cradled against the broader body and having his hair combed with thin fingers. The scarlet gaze widens and then droops, soft smile playing on his lips and completing the utter look of bliss.

\When you kissed me…my heart swelled with happiness beyond words, I've loved you for so long…\ Seth tipped the boy's head up, dreamy eyes lighting at the taller's words \I feared that perhaps you were confused, that you were only…testing what you wanted…but now…\ the brunette leaned down and spoke softly, no more a stir of air than words, lips brushing against the Pharaoh's \Now that I know…know that we share the same feelings…then perhaps we can find true happiness?\

I sigh softly, tilting my head to one side, something inside of me is growing, gnawing at my stoic demeanor, thrusting its hot tongue in my heart and mind, awakening my soul. "Yami…"

The Priest smiles wryly as the petit boy shyly cranes his neck to kiss the other, blush fading but still staining those dark cheeks in such a lovely way. Seth allows the boy to taste him, tongue flicking out, small frame growing persistent as the tricolor teen laces his arms around the other's neck. A soft moan breaks the air; the scarlet-eyed youth presses himself against the taller as a hand slips beneath his shenti and caresses heated flesh.

\Pharaoh…My Pharaoh…\ Seth hisses possessively, bruising the boy's lips with a harsh kiss and placing him on the bed. He crawls up and nips at the thin neck, the boy mewling from such foreign touches. \My…Pharaoh…Mine…\ long fingers do away with the boy's clothing, leaving the Pharaoh bare and lovely and his.

/S-Seth?…/ I see the fear in his eyes, the sudden awakening of concern and realization that this was more than he had intended. /I…I…/

\Sh…\ I feel his need, his want, his intentions. Seth's desire was long awaited, long suppressed, long denied by moralities and society. He was not going to let this opportunity slip by him; he wasn't about to ignore the fact that his obsession was beneath him, naked, weak, and vulnerable. \I thought you loved me…\

Slowly, that same thirst becomes my own, Yami…scared…unsure…confused…it's too much for both of us. Seth and I…we know what we want, what we've needed for years now, lifetimes, waiting and watching in the dark.

/I d-do…Seth…I love you…/ he moans again as Seth nibbles on his earlobe, but tries to wriggle away as hands begin to trail down his abs once more. /But…b-but…/ he cries out, the icy hold on his member making him gasp for breath, a shudder racing over his body.

\But what, Little One…\ the brunette takes his opportunity and carefully slips off the elaborate headdress, white and violet silk, and gold, tossing them all to the other side of the bed while kissing down the other youth's chest, tongue dipping into the navel and continuing its downward trail.

/I…I…don't know…h-how…/ his face glows as he looks away, lips trembling as a new rush of sensations wash over him with the placing of gentle kisses in the most intimate of places. /Seth…I don't…n-not now…/ Yami glances at the High Priest, begging with those large eyes to leave this to another day.

\I need you…\ the brunette purrs, licking the boy's sweet and silky flesh, reveling in the keens and moans the other lets out. \I love you…\ Seth kisses the head and flicks his tongue into the slit, the Pharaoh thrashing wildly on the bed and squirming away, suddenly finding his wrists pinned down above his head. The crimson orbs widen and Yami gasps at the ravenous look in the other's blue eyes…Hunger. \I will have you…\

Despite the cruelty, despite the force, despite the anguish cry Yami lets out as his flesh is torn into, blood and pain pooling like fire…I smile. Yes, this is what I had wanted, needed, loved, dreamt, wished, desired.

\Pharaoh…My Pharaoh…\

Poor, little Pharaoh, crying as the hurt does not recede, sobbing as the pain only grows, weeping as everything he had ever wanted is pressed upon him in a single night without thought or guilt or anything more than lust and love clouded over by greed and possession.

\Mine…\

The rustling of nerves sends sparks before Yami's eyes and he cries out, this time for more, this time for want, this time for us…Seth and I, we know what we want, we are one after all. The scarlet youth loses himself many times, such pure and innocent virginity is so easily manipulated that the senses overload quite rapidly, but we will build his stamina…he will become ours to tame.

The rush, the ecstasy of the Priest's orgasm is indescribable, and for a moment, I am Seth, driven deep within Yami's wiry body, spilling myself into him, crying out his name, lungs screaming for air and body begging for rest. I drop to my knees, once more a mere witness to such raging, stolen, beautiful passion. Spent and overcome with exhaustion, my eyes begin to slide shut despite my best efforts to keep them open.

I see them for a few seconds more. Yami…chest swelling with much needed air, wincing as Seth pulls out, and smiling when the taller kisses him. Seth…shaky arms, sweat sheen skin, and cradling his Pharaoh. Both…falling into a dreamless sleep, content with the other beside them, and…

Everything becomes white, soft and glowing and comforting. "Yami…" why had I never felt it? Why had I never sensed something more than just a rivalry? Why had I never admitted to myself that his voice, his eyes, his hair, his everything always drove me mad for a reason more than just because he existed?

A smirk pulls on my lips.

Pharaoh…

My Pharaoh…

My Yami now…

I know what I have to do, I know I must claim what is mine once more, and I know it must be soon.

"Yami…"

The white is beginning to break…

"I will have you…"

Crumble around me like fragile glass…

"Again…"

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As sudden as the flash had appeared, it was gone, faded away to nothing more than a memory. On either side of the blimp, two youths stared at each other, blinking away the brightness that stung their eyes with random colors until they could then clearly see one another.

Yami widened his eyes; everything replaying in his mind, tears held back by the sheer realization that the blue eyed other was indeed ok and standing not too far. "Kaiba…" his voice was thick with false pride and cockiness.

"We need to talk…" The brunette sneered at the other, rivalry intact if one only looked to the surface. He turned on his heels and stepped down from the arena, brushing past his scarlet-eyed prize "Soon…" he smirked as thoughts took him back to malicious plans of nothing more than greed and lust, the shorter boy nodding in agreement.

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