Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hell's Angels ❯ Hell's Angels ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Hell's Angels

Series: YuGiOu

Author: Lady Katsuya Bakura

Genre: drama/angst

Warnings: violence, blood, gore

Plot Bunny: Even the purest of humans has a dark secret hidden inside. When Mutou Yuugi's is revealed, the others have a choice -- stand beside him, as they did before, or work against him..........

Yami Marik's Disclaimer: Bakura-chan-sama doesn't own YuGiOu, it belongs to Kazuki Takahashi and other rich bastards. Drowning Pool owns the lyrics "Sinner", a song she thinks is great for her wonderful creation *sweatdrops*. She only owns the fic, myself, Yumah and nothing more.

Baku-chan's Forward Notes: HEEEEEEYYYYYY!!! *horribly cheerful grin, waves estatically* I've decided to bring Yumah-chan in at long last! I know most of you (if you have read "Dark Angel" and "Team Millennium") know him as the dark side of Yuugi-chan, but in this fic, Yuugi doesn't even exist as he should. *winks* I won't keep up the suspense; read, enjoy and don't forget to review!

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//Bend me, shape me, misdirect me

It's all the same to me//

He collapsed to his knees, sweat pouring down as he ordered the Elfin Swordsman to stop, fake tears running down his cheeks as he vaguely heard his "friends" talking to/about him. His eyes were clouded over darkly, amethyst orbs becoming tainted with crimson. They were fools, they didn't know anything about his true self, nobody did except for Seto. He raised his head slightly, meeting the brunette's own cool gaze. They had agreed to this -- an easy way to reveal his true nature. It was so simple, so easy. He stood, pretending to be weak by swaying slightly as Katsuya caught him and held him upright. He hated being held, it was one of the things that separated him from the weak ones. They could now see his hollow, normally bright amethyst eyes sadden slightly to throw them off the trail and he somewhat heard Anzu yelling at Seto, asking what he had at the end of the day.

He wasn't interested in what the selfish bitch had to say and met eyes with him once more. All talk stopped and everyone stared as he walked to the edge, his deck in hand, the dueling system having been discarded when he fell to his knees. Quite frankly, he didn't care one whit about the silly tournament, nor his grandfather who had raised him. Or tried to anyway.

Just as long as his mission was completed.

//Look at all this useless talk

You look at me but you don't see//

"I shall never duel again," he said, hearing the shocked cries running amongst his "friends" as the hand holding the cards dropped them, cold eyes watching them flutter to the ground. 'Worthless......' his mind hissed. He turned, hearing a gasp from Ryou. He ran a thumb across his cheek callously, looking.

He was crying his real tears, blood tears. The water ones had only been a trick to throw them off balance. 'No need to cry anymore.' Instantly, they stopped and he turned his gaze towards them, enjoying their shudder under his soulless gaze.

"You have a job to do, remember?" Seto's voice broke his train of thought and he looked over at the young CEO, a small smirk curling.

"Of course. I never quit until any job is finished," he hissed, a tongue rolling across his lips almost sensually. "You know that, Kaiba." The small freshman walked away from the battlefield, school jacket flaring slightly almost giving him a regal-looking appearance. "I never quit until my target is dead and their blood is spilled." He was halfway through the doorway when his acute hearing heard fast footsteps behind him. He stopped, allowing himself to be thrown to the wall by Tristan, the brunette hoping to knock some answers out of him. Needless to say, they were surprised when he laughed bitterly, a hand shooting up and latching onto the one that held him, digging claw-like nails in. Tristan let out a yelp, clutching his injured hand as he dropped to his feet softly and the others came up to them.

"What was that for, Hiroto?" he whispered coldly, tongue licking up what blood has seeped from the crescent wounds he created. Sour but pure, an interesting combination.

//Understand that I'm a sinner//

"Yuugi, we're worried about you," Anzu whispered, terrified at what he'd done to Tristan and what he and Kaiba had said to each other. Even if it was only a minor wound it still looked painful.

Another bitter laugh sent shivers up their spines.

"You don't have to be, Mazaki," he purred, crossing his arms over his chest, one hand connecting with the watch on his left. His appearance changed -- a skintight leather covered his body, fingerless leather gloves covered his hands and his feet covered by combat boots. His blonde locks were longer, hair wilder than before and a crimson tint to his amethyst eyes. "The Yuugi you know was merely a mask, my true name isn't even Yuugi. And the puzzle's spirit knows better than to defy me." He snapped his fingers, a mirror image appearing next to him, head bowed and on his knees. A collective gasp ran throughout the group as they realized this was the one they saw in duels.

"After all, he's just a worthless slave. Ne, Yami?"

"H-hai, master," the spirit whispered, head bowed. He shivered under the cold glare.

"Good, now go back before you're punished," he snarled, smiling with satisfaction when his double did as told, looking back at the other four. "As I said, just a pathetic, worthless little imbecile who used to be the Pharaoh of Egypt three millennia ago."

"S-so, if Yuuge never existed in the first place, just who are you then? Why do you choose now to reveal yourself?" Katsuya asked, swallowing deeply. If he had the spirit of a Pharaoh at his command, what else could "Yuugi" have up his sleeve?

He turned to face them fully, placing a hand on his leathered hip and brushing away a gold bang only to have it spring back into place. "My full name is Yumah Yugarou Mutou and the reason why I only now reveal myself is because I felt it was time to stop being treated like a piece of shit. I chose the name "Yuugi" because it sounded more innocent that "Yumah Yugarou"."

"More innocent?" Ryou blinked, frowning slightly. "What do you mean by that?"

"You're such clueless fools I'd swear all of you were blondes, not just the puppy." They turned, Katsuya growling at the insult, to see Seto leaning against the wall of the hallway the balcony was connected to, hands in his pockets, cold sapphires looking at them. "He's an assassin, one I've hired a few times on the occasion. Like now. He's one of the best there is and the way he kills is more than a beautiful sight."

//Don't corner me

Don't lecture me//

Yumah began walking over to the brunette, a cold smirk on his lips. "They never know they're being killed until it's too late to scream for help. Their pleas and begs for mercy are the sweetest sound in the world but nothing can compare to the delicious blood they spill. Sweet, pure, tainted, sour, it makes you crave more than you need to bring forth so you kill again and again just to taste it." He looked over his shoulder at a noise, watching with amusement as Anzu puked her guts out over the balcony.

"Pathetic," he hissed, turning back and heading over to Seto. "I have no use for weaklings and I have a job to do so stay out of my way if you can't stomach it." The two walked away, leaving them behind, stunned.

Seto smiled coldly, looking down at the young assassin. "They took that rather well, don't you think?"

Yumah closed his eyes. "It's time to stop hiding behind that stupid mask of innocence and show everyone who "Yuugi" really is anyway. Yuugi died years ago......and I couldn't do a thing to stop it." One cold, lonely tear of blood trailed down his cheek and landed on the floor.

/"Yuugi-imotou, get off the road now!"

Sad amethysts. A crash.

"YUUUUUUGGGIIIIIIIII!!!!"/

'I was cold to him because of my training but I didn't mean to yell at him...... Yuugi-imotouchan, forgive me for using your name as a mask and for what I did to make you lose your life so suddenly. You never deserved to die so young.'

"Hey!"

Katsuya's voice interrupted his thoughts and Yumah growled, crossing his arms while he turned to face the group of four. "What is it that you want, Jounouchi?" A knife appeared in his hand and he twirled it, not caring about the small indents it made on his bare fingers. "An assassin has no time for friends, if that's what you're thinking. I only used you fools for cover."

Ryou was the one who answered. "What......what can we do to help?" The half-albino youth licked his lips, unknowingly letting a dark light into his eyes. It had been a while since he had......fun, to put it lightly, if you don't count the Shadow Game little over five days ago. Only Yumah knew the truth -- there never really was a Yami no Bakura, just Ryou the whole time.

Crimson-amethyst orbs closed before opening a moment later. "You do realize that if you do you can never go back to your lives?"

Katsuya shrugged, crossing his arms. "It's not like we had any in the first place until you came along."

Yumah laughed, placing the small dagger away and a hand on his hips. "Oh, of course, what could I have been thinking? The street rats -- who had no families that loved them, the little half-albino -- who hated his father and wanted to show the man who he really was and finally the whore -- the selfish slut who gets paid half as much that she wants. How could I have forgotten that if it wasn't for my little charade you wouldn't even be able to attend school, let alone make a living? And now that you know my true self you want to join me, is that it? You and your pathetic lies about friendship make me sick."

He turned and began walking away from them before he stopped, a cold grin coming to his eyes and lips. "However, if you want to help, distract the guards. Give your best cards to Ryou, I'm sure he knows what to do, ne?"

"Yes, I do."

"Good." Yumah and Seto walked away from them. Sapphire eyes looked at the assassin.

"Are you sure about dragging them into this? Normally you would object to any......civilians getting in the way of your mission."

Yumah closed his eyes. "They need to learn about the real world, Kaiba, they have to learn it's not sunshine and roses all the time. It can be deadly......painfully deadly."

//Raise your hands, you're a sinner

Is this everything you wanted, find another dream//

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//You never hear a word I say

So pray//

Pegasus J. Crawford stared out of the window of his luxurious chambers, his only eye watching his guards struggle with a Red-Eyes Black Dragon. They were pathetic, he knew nobody could stand up to true shadow monsters. The little half-albino with the millennia ring was the one to cause this, the one to set the monsters free of their prison and attack his guards. His grafted eye felt the familiar tingling of a nearby millennia item and he turned, noticing little Yuugi leaning against the door calmly with his eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest, the gold of the puzzle contrasting drastically with the black leather the child wore.

But the Eye told him it wasn't the little one from the shadow game, nor the spirit of the millennia puzzle.

Almost as soon as he'd blinked, "Yuugi" had disappeared but a strong body was holding him prisoner in one arm, the other hand holding a dagger to his throat. Pegasus felt a pair of lips on the back of his ear, whispering words of poison into it. "Free Kaiba Mokuba and Mutou Sugoroku from their prisons," he hissed, eyes glinting like the jewels they were, spilled in endless blood. "Before I end your own life, Pegasus." "Yuugi" shoved him forward, towards where the cards lay upon the desktop.

A cold smile crossed the "child's" lips when he looked back, almost seemingly afraid. Although he was a man of high power, Pegasus knew the "child" was here to kill him, to end his life as Milliena's had so many years ago. There was a gold flash, telling Yumah that the job had been done. He walked forward, looking almost like a panther stalking its prey. And that he was, that was what he was doing. Yumah yanked the older man back by his silvery hair, smirking at the startled cry.

In a minute, it was over.

Yumah brought the millennia eye to his lips, licking up the blood. His smirk turned into a cold smile. "Mission complete."

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-- three years later --

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//I'm a sinner//

Cold bloodstones snapped open, unmoving for a moment in the darkness, body glistening with sweat. The assassin clutched his chest, sighing slightly when he realized it had only been a past dream. The past always came back to haunt you when you were a killer, when you killed in cold blood, not even knowing your victims. He could faintly hear Drowning Pool's "Sinner" playing downstairs, Katsuya's kind of music, which meant the others were still up.

Yumah smirked darkly when he noticed the stir in the corner of the room as he began to move around, picking up discarded clothing. Crimson glowed slightly in the darkness as he moved, watching everything his lithe, nicely toned body did. Seto had told him to sleep before his next mission and so he had done but now was the time. Slipping on a few daggers to his body -- around his stomach, his thighs and lower arms -- he then encased his lower half in skin-tight black leather and combat boots, pulling a no-sleeve silk shirt over his mass of tri-colored hair along with a pair of shoulder-length fingerless leather gloves. He looked at his reflection in the full-length mirror, the dark smirk turning into a cold smile and he walked out of the room, ignoring the low whine that came from his "pet". Yami was a sniveling weakling.

They were a team, the four of them, Seto their boss as the elder Kaiba brother had volunteered. They each had their own way of dealing with their missions. Anzu was killed during one of hers once her objective had discovered her identity and Ryou had to finish the job. Yumah snorted at the memory, cruel eyes closing as he walked through the dark mansion. The woman had always been foolish and they made pathetic assassins anyway.

Another day, another kill.

//Look at all these people in front of me

Look at all these people in front of me: how//

Owari.........or should I continue???