Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Late Nights ❯ Pasts Revealed ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5: Pasts Revealed

The Wielders of the Millennium Items were seven chosen vampires who were millennia old, when the items were first created in Egypt. They had taken it upon themselves to try to control the vampiric race, killing those who threatened their power or had transformed too many humans into vampires. In doing so, they had been able to prevent the world from being transformed into a wasteland, unbeknownst to the Slayers who had formed the Council of Undead Slayers 500 years after the creation of the Millennium Items. Yami and his Priests had continued to secretly keep the population down while the Council dealt with the vampires that caused large amounts of trouble. Just recently, the Millennium Circle had revealed themselves to the Council of Undead Slayers, and Yami had formed an alliance of sorts with them. Atashi was the High Elder, a stubborn 36-year-old who believed strongly that he was the most powerful slayer ever. How wrong he was… Tira and her two teammates, Shanna and Lindsay, were known as the Divine Three, and were the most powerful slayers ever known. They, of course, kept a low profile in Japan, so as to not catch the attention of Atashi, who would surely have them slain for their potential threat to his position. Tira herself was 457 years old (was born in the year 2000), being a TsuKiraN, and had picked up her two human friends when she was 445, them being little 6 year old girls. She had taught them all they knew and had taken care of the two orphans their whole lives, and they in turn had helped her destroy the undead. She had had her personality disorder since she was only 5 years old. That had been the year her parents had been raped, then murdered, before her innocent eyes…

~*~*~Flashback~*~*~

Tira giggled childishly as she jumped from her parent's convertible, just coming home from the theme park. "Mama!! That Rolly-Costy thingy was fun!! Can we go again tomorrow?!" she asked with a goofy smile on her face.

Her mother smiled down at the small ball of energy and said gently, "It costs too much money to go every day, sweety, but we can go again next weekend."

Tira sniffed cutely, a quiet whine sounding from her. "But I wanna go tomorrow!!"

Her mother merely smiled at her and leaned down to pick her up. "Tomorrow is Monday sweety, you have to go to school. But I promise that we'll go again on Saturday, AND Sunday next weekend, okay darling?" With that said, she kissed her daughter on her rosy cheeks, eliciting a cute giggle from the adorable child.

"Okay mommy!! But don't forget, okay?!"

"Of course not sweety, I'll even take Friday off work so we can have a picnic after you get out of school, okay?" Mother smiled lovingly down at Tira, and pecked her again on the cheek.

"ALL RIGHT!! Yay!! We gonna go on a picnic!" Tira smiled hugely and jumped down from her mother's arms to run into the house to catch up with her daddy.

"Daddy? Mommy said that we're gonna go on a picnic on Friday, AND go to the Theme Park on Saturday and Sunday!"

Her father looked surprised, "Really? Did she say that? Well, I guess we're going to go then, aren't we." He smiled down on his beautiful daughter and went back to making supper.

Tira was hyper for the rest of the day, and it took a lot of time for her parents to catch her and get her into bed. They chased her around the three-story house for twenty minutes before they dragged her off to bed (by tickle war). She surrendered and jumped into bed, and was kissed goodnight by her two loving parents before the lights were shut off.

For some strange reason, she was unable to get to sleep that night, and lied awake in bed for hours before finally getting up to see her parents. She planned on telling them that she couldn't get to sleep.

As she padded down the hallways to her mother and father's bedroom, she heard a strange thumping coming from down the hall. Being the curious type, she hurried faster down the hall, her brown teddy bear held tightly in her arms. The sound was coming from her parent's room, so she opened it a crack to see what was going on. To her shock, her mother was being raped before her very eyes. At the time, she didn't know what was happening to her mother, but she witnessed the tears and pain that a shadowed man put her mother in. She was unable to remove her eyes from the horrific sight, and she watched in shock as each cut formed on her mother's once pristine white skin, because of a strangely shaped knife (dagger). After her mother's cries of pain stopped, her eyes blank with the sparkle of life no longer present, the shadowed man looked up from her to spot Tira.

Grinning sadistically, the man yanked the door open all the way and pulled Tira inside. He threw her roughly against the wall, in clear view of her mother's limp and naked body. She stared with unseeing eyes at the blood that poured from her mother's dead body in shock, unable to comprehend what had happened to the one she loved.

"Tira…" a ragged voice whispered weakly.

She looked up from her mother, eyes wide and wild, to see her father tied to a chair. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he sadly stared at her, fear mixed with sorrow upon seeing her.

"Run…" he managed to choke out before a knife was pulled across his throat, causing a cataract of blood to pour down his front as his body slumped lifelessly against his bonds.

The terrible vision of her mother being raped and her father's death repeated over and over again, the two scenes playing over top of eachother in her mind. Her eyes were wide and wild as she held her knees to her chest, watching her parent's deaths replay over and over again in her mind.

"No…"

The shadow walked slowly up to her, smirking darkly as he licked the blood of her father of his knife.

"Daddy…"

He pulled Tira's lifeless mother up by her hair and slit her throat, causing more blood to gush from her body.

"Mommy…"

He smirked evilly and licked the fresh blood from his knife, once again. "You are next, little girl," he said, but Tira did not hear him.

"No…"

Blood pooled around her parents like lakes of blood, glowing eerily in the lamp-lit room.

"No…"

Drip… drip… drip… Blood dripped down onto the white carpet, staining it darkly…

"No…"

Blood… So much blood… All her parents'… Her parents' blood… Their red, red blood…

"No…"

Crimson. Red. Blood.

"NO!!!" Tira screamed, the sound ripping through the silent night, causing birds to flutter from their perches, cats to jump down from trash cans, dogs to whimper and whine…

A dark light encompassed Tira's slight form, glowing eerily in the light of her once alive parents' room. The dark tendrils of power laced through the air, reaching for the murderer… the murderer who killed the two most important people in her life…

A scream ripped from his vocals when the dark energy clasped onto him. His insane eyes widened in pain and horror as the wild eyed child before him attacked his mind and body ruthlessly.

Power that was not supposed to be unlocked at such a young age easily overpowered the young girl's sorrow-weakened mind. The wild and uncontrolled power did a number on both their minds before killing the murderer by ripping his flesh form his bones, excruciatingly slowly.

Tira mind was a jumbled confusing knot of thoughts and emotions as her power lashed through her mind and body, changing and morphing things that were not supposed to be touched. The pure power encased her in a protective ball of energy as it mutilated her bit by bit. It, not being a conscious thing, changed the innocent girl into an insane convoluted knot of emotions and thoughts. With a painful lash, it tore her mind into four pieces, creating more confusion and insanity, all the while slowly tearing apart the murderer's body, as if feeding on his screams of pain.

Next, it changed her body. Her heartbeat increased until it was humming instead of beating, and her muscles grew slightly and became stronger, though the toning wasn't even visible. Her nails grew stronger and longer, and her bones became unbreakable. Her blue hair bleached silver and grew down to her bottom. Her once baby blue eyes became a light emerald green but kept on changing fleetingly to violet, blue, or red in a strange dance of colour. Her senses became immortally sensitive, and she became immune to all poisons and diseases.

Once the magic was done mutilating both bodies in different ways, it receded back into the young girl to release itself again when it saw fit.

Blood, flesh, and bone were strewn across the floor, walls, and bed in a terrifying vision of red…

Tira sat, trembling by the wall, holding her knees close to herself. Her eyes were blank as they viewed the scene before her crazed mind.

The rest of that night had been a blur. Sirens had blasted loudly around her sharpened senses, people's voices had surrounded her. She vaguely remembered someone asking her if she was okay and cleaning the blood from her face. Someone had said somewhere that she was in shock, while another person had said that he hoped `she' would remain sane. Tira didn't know what they were talking about, and she didn't care either. She only cared that her parents were dead, and that their murderer had died along with them…

She had retreated into her mind to remain there forever, as far as she was concerned, and she didn't care that she was moved to an orphanage. In her mind, she had three people to keep her company, and she didn't want any other friends, so she kept to her self at the orphanage, and the children kept away from her because she `freaked them out'. Violet and Blue were the best to hang out with within her mind's world every night while she slept, because she could play any game she wanted with both of them. Her other friend, Crimson, kept to herself and gave you the cold shoulder if you disturbed her during her meditation. The coldness lightened, however, whenever Tira gave her the puppy dog eyes to go and play with them. Crimson would occasionally play a game with them, usually hide and seek (she was always `it') and sometimes she would play tag as well.

Once she was 18, her body stopped aging. She never found it particularly unusual, and really couldn't care less. Once she was 18, she moved out of the orphanage and began to live on her own. She worked hard to pay for the rent, her motorbike, and the education that she missed because she was in an orphanage. She `graduated' from school, and started to go to college. She studied many fields, easily exceeding all expectations set by teachers to pass their classes with flying colours. She was labeled a `genius', and was able to get a large variety of jobs before she left college to become a scientist. Surprisingly, she discovered many antidotes to very deadly diseases that erupted at the time, and was named a hero.

Knowing that she couldn't keep up the façade that she was a normal woman, she faked her death by pretending to be murdered professionally. Doctors had believed that she was dead when they found no heartbeat (her heart beat too fast for it to be picked up by any machine). She moved out of the country after that, and lived in Ireland for the next 218 years of her life, continuously terminating her identity and creating a new one so she would not be suspected. She never had a bank account or the like, and had a fake ID and birth certificate.

When she was 243 years old, a breakout of magic and the mythical occurred and the world became aware of white magic, black magic, vampires, and mythical beasts and creatures. With that breakout, Democracy went through a tough time, but managed to survive. Schools of Magic were built and people with the gift were taught accordingly.

Once Tira was 257, she ran into a member of the Council of Undead Slayers, and was brought before said council for them to decide whether not a strange `being' such as herself should be allowed to continue living. They had allowed her to go back into society as long as she agreed to their terms, which were: she went to a magic school and became a Vampire Slayer, she kept a permanent and truthful identity that was filed somewhere, and that she went to Japan.

She filed her `identity certificate' with them, which had information from her birth date to her real name and her parent's names, their birth dates and/or death dates, and the education she had undergone. They had been shocked that she'd been living in secret for so long without their knowing, and had given her respect and space after she had done all they asked.

By then, she was a well-known Slayer, but she never revealed her true powers to the ignorant members of the Council. When she was 445 she met the orphans Shanna and Lindsay, and took them in. She trained them personally and allowed them access to her large library of magic books. Once the girls reached the age of 16, they were helping her slay vampires that killed when they took blood…

~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~

At the moment, Shanna and Lindsay were 18, and very skilled at their areas of magic. Tira was very proud of them, and loved them very much. The three of them were the Divine Three, and they kicked any vampire's ass.

Crimson mentally smiled when she thought back to her past, where she, Blue, and Violet had first merely been in Tira's dreams. After 200 years of being trapped, they had made themselves known to Tira while she was conscious, and had since been `living' side by side with her…

Turning back to the matters at hand, Crimson pondered how she would torture Pegasus with a very, very slow death…

"At the moment we cannot do much. I have to deal with that man who tainted those seals, as well. Tira will not be conscious for five days, I would say. It took the majority of her energy to purify her magic. You three begin spying on the Council as soon as possible, while dealing with Pegasus in your own ways." She eyed the angry vampires with cool crimson eyes, examining.

"I will send Seto to spy on the Council, and the rest of us will plan the demise of Pegasus…" An evil smirk planted itself firmly on Yami's face as he said this, his eyes burning a darkened bloody red.

"Who is this Seto?" Crimson asked, an eyebrow coolly raised in question.

Marik was the one to answer her with, "Seto was once Yami's Most Trusted High Priest. He possesses the Millennium Rod."

Crimson nodded her head, more to herself than the vampires that were daydreaming about painful ways to kill Pegasus. "Do not forget, Yami, I wish to meet this Ishizu Ishtar at some point. Please tell her to locate me, she will know Tira's full name." With that said, Crimson turned her back to the vampires and disappeared into the shadows…

"Yami," Bakura said in his rough voice.

Yami merely nodded his head and they as well disappeared into the shadows, flitting into the night…

~*~*~Next Morning~*~*~

Ring… Ring… Ring…

Crimson growled angrily to herself as she pulled herself out of Tira's bed to get the phone. Finally finding it buried in Tira's many pockets, she pulled it out and snapped it open. "What?" she growled impatiently into the receiver.

-Um… Tira?-

"This is Crimson speaking, Tira will not be conscious for the next five or so days."

-Oh… And what are YOU going to do? Call Tira in sick?- Shanna asked.

"Me? I'm going to continue living Tira's life myself until she wakes."

-WHAT?? YOU couldn't keep yourself from KILLING YOUR STUDENTS if you tried to live Tira's LIFE!!-

Crimson growled as she had to hold the phone away from her ear to keep her acute sense of hearing intact. "You do not know me. Don't assume things you have to proof of." And with that said, she hung up the phone with a rude CLICK.

Getting up from bed, she stripped of the cloths that she had worn yesterday and had then slept in that night. Throwing the soiled clothing onto the carpeted floor with distaste, she went in search of some decent cloths to wear for the day of work.

Rolling her eyes at the strange cloths Tira had bought for everyday use, she eventually found a pair of nice shiny black leather pants that flared slightly at the bottom. Looking for a matching top, she eventually found a black leather tank top with a high neckline. Nodding her head in approval of the cloths, she slipped them on over her black bra and panties. After that, she slipped on some black leather boots and snatched a shin-length black jacket from the closet.

She walked gracefully up to `their' vanity and pulled her clip from her hair. Snatching a brush off the surface of the vanity, she pulled it through her hip-length head of hair, although no tangles had formed. Picking up two mini `chop-sticks' that were used in hair, she twisted her hair up in a bun, with some hanging loose to her shoulders, and impaled the bun with the two chop-sticks, holding it in place. Satisfied with her look, she walked swiftly from the room, in search of something to eat.

}OOOOH!! WHAT ABOUT YOU COOK UP SOME PANCAKES?!!!{ Blue shouted energetically in her mind.

]]No[[

}But Crimson… I want pancakes!{

]]Forget it[[

}MEANIE!!!{

]]You should be used to it by now[[

Crimson ignored Blue after that and continued to make her way to the kitchen. Digging through the cupboards, she uncharacteristically pouted when she didn't find any hidden candy. Ever since she had found the delicious treat, chocolate, Crimson had been searching through the whole house for candy. A while back she'd found a candy stash of Tira's, but she'd been caught before she could steal too much. Sighing, yet again uncharacteristically, she turned away from the cupboards and dragged some cereal out along with her. She poured it into a bowl and retrieved the milk from the fridge.

After eating her cereal and putting the stuff away again, she took the black bracelet off her wrist and transformed it into Tira's brief case. She opened it and was met with a bunch of loose papers. Raising an eyebrow, she pulled a sheet toward her and glanced over it. On all of these loose papers was unimportant typed out information about miscellaneous things.

Frowning to herself, she closed the brief case again and glanced over the surface. Coming up with what she was looking for, she pressed the symbol `5-5' and watched as it clicked open again, this time with many organized papers describing the class. Searching through the filing compartments that hung out form the lid of the suitcase, she soon found what she was looking for along with a notebook.

Glancing over the sheet, it had all scheduled classes printed out in a timetable for the month. Taking a closer look, she found out what classes Tira had today. Smirking when she saw `Black-Magic Class 8-1' set for later that evening, `Black-Magic Class 9-2 following it. Looking at the top of the day schedule, she memorized the whole thing top to bottom before putting it back in the compartment it came from. Opening the notebook, she quirked an eyebrow when she saw the detailed descriptions of a basic class, the students, the progress of each student, etc.

Crimson classically sweatdropped when she saw all the nasty things written down about a student named `Derrick' (Not Jake Davidson ppl! ^_-). `Whoa…' she thought to herself at the impressive list that was STILL going…

Placing the notebook back in the compartment, she snapped the briefcase shut and searched for a hidden symbol… Smirking when she found it, she pressed it with a finger and watched as the briefcase shimmered for a moment before the class symbols changed from the grades 1 to 5 to the grades 8 and 9 of black magic.

Black Magic had a total of 9 grades whereas White Magic had 5. It wasn't like White Magic was easier because it had less grades, it just didn't take as long of a preparation for the students. Black Magic required in the first grade for the students to learn how to control the Black Magic and not let it attack them wildly.

Grade 1 was about control. Grade 2 about the basics of manipulation. Grade 3 taught you how to complete basic spells without killing yourself. Grade 4 was the more complicated spells. Grades 5-7 increasing the complexity as well as throwing potions and the like in, and grades 8 and 9 were not needed to graduate, but were very handy if you managed to pass them. The chance of a person successfully passing grades 8 and 9 was very slim, because not only did you have to study and try like crazy, you had to have the power to do what you were taught.

White Magic was far simpler, having only 5 grades. Grade 1 taught you how to control your magic and do small healing, like cuts that only required the knitting of skin together again. Grade 2 was where they started to teach you how to find the injury in the human body, and started to teach you the human anatomy. Grade 3 they taught you how to how to heal injuries such as broken limbs. Grade 4 was when they taught you how to heal internal injuries and large wounds that required patience, care, and much magic. Grade 5 was a testing grade mostly, where you underwent many tests continuously to make sure you knew everything you were supposed to have learned by then. It also taught you a few healing potions, but you had to go into a Potions class to learn more on that subject, which many healers had to have learned to get a job.

Searching for the symbol 8-2, Crimson pressed it and watched as the Black Magic class's information was revealed. Skimming through the notebook for anything worth while knowing, she did a little research on the class. Disappointed to find no hidden quirks about the class and only perfect students, she closed the suitcase and pressed 8-1. She smirked when the notebook was filled with a few trouble makers that she could embarrass. Closing the suitcase again and pressing 9-2, Crimson searched through the class for something interesting. She was shocked to find that Tira had a student in that class that she had yet to get even with.

A dark smirk crossed her face when she thought of the most embarrassing way to get back at the brat. She read through his whole VERY long profile in search of material. She found a few good leads and closed the suitcase once again. Knowing that a schedule was also kept in the beginning of the notebook for the plans of the year, Crimson didn't bother to look into what she was going to be teaching. Unfortunately, she had two White Magic classes that day, as well as the two Black Magic classes. Crimson knew a lot about White Magic, but she had a really hard time trying to use it, for she was the opposite of light. She knew she'd manage, so she didn't bother to waste her time worrying about it.

Glancing at her watch, she noted that it was 8:41 and she needed to leave for `work' soon. Turning her brief case back into a bracelet, she strode to the door with her shin-long black leather jacket. The jacket itself wasn't as shiny as the leather she wore, but it matched nicely with her style of dress. Throwing it on, she left her home, locking the door behind her. She pulled a pair of dark sunglasses from her pocket and put them on, to hide her red eyes. Smirking slightly to herself when she imagined the look on the student's faces if they saw their teacher with crimson eyes, she gracefully jumped onto her parked bike and put the keys in the ignition.

The sleek black motorbike came alive as she revved the engine. Not waiting a moment longer, she blasted out of her driveway and out onto the road, already at 80 km/h. She zoomed down the road, her large jacket billowing gracefully behind her as the wind whipped through her hair. A cocky smirk lit her face when she passed a police officer, DARING him to TRY to catch her. The fat old man pretended to not see her and instead paid more attention to his doughnut.

Arriving at the school with 5 minutes to spare before class, Crimson hopped off their bike and absently put a powerful spell of protection on her bike. If anyone had dared to take a closer look, they would have been shocked at how easily she had created a VERY complicated charm. As it was, no one dared to get within 10 meters of the bike.

Crimson walked gracefully down the hall, very aware of the strange looks that the other professors of the school were giving her. She knew that they only stared because of her change in demeanor, for Tira was seen quite often in skin-fitting leather (meaning they weren't surprised to see her wearing leather. Anyone else besides me having trouble understanding the sentence? >.<)

As she made her way to Tira's classroom, she sensed the approach of Dashinet Kelroick, the one who had fucked with Tira's magic, tainting it with a disgusting rusty red.

"Good morning Tira! How are you today?" Dashinet asked cheerfully.

Crimson turned around and took one good look at his cheerful mask before replying pleasantly in a higher pitched voice that was not her own, "Very good Prof. Kelroick, and you?"

Crimson caught a slightly surprised look flit across his face before it was replaced with his pleasant mask, "I am good Tira. Tell me, what was wrong yesterday, I hear you called in sick for the evening?"

Smiling sweetly (inwardly wincing at the sugary smile), Crimson answered pleasantly, "I wasn't feeling too well. You know when just don't feel good, and you wanna go to bed? That's how I was feeling, so I called in sick."

Dashinet feigned surprise and worry, "What happened to make you feel so ill?"

Placing on a mask of innocent surprise, then an innocent smile, Crimson answered cheerfully, "I got a sick feeling in my stomach when I left, so I called in. Why so worried Dashinet? Don't tell me you're going to start hovering over me to make sure I'm okay!" Laughing joyfully, Crimson felt like puking. Acting all bubbly was making her SICK TO HER STOMACH!! `How in the name of Ra does Tira do it?!'

Dashinet laughed as well, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I was just curious, I'm not going to turn into your mom."

Crimson's demeanor darkened considerably at that comment. She couldn't help but allow her voice to lower dangerously as she asked, faking pleasantness a little too obviously, "My mother? What do you know of my mother?"

The sharp answer took Dashinet by surprise. He put his hands up in a defensive manner, "I didn't mean to offend you. Forgive me."

Crimson didn't say anything and decided this was the best time to get back a little at Dashinet for `fucking Tira up'. "Apology not excepted, do not speak of my mother like that. Is that understood?" she asked coldly, causing Dashinet's eyes to widen slightly.

Walking smoothly away from Dashinet, she realized absently that she was late for her first class. Gliding gracefully into her White Magic class 5-3, she noted that `her' students were shocked to see her late.

Transforming her bracelet into her briefcase, she flipped through her notebook and found the basic day-schedule for each class. All grade 5 students had a 10 minute study period at the beginning of each class, when complete silence reigned. Looking through the notes on what had been discussed and taught in class, Crimson quickly thought up something new that the students had to learn today, for they had had a test last class on the last `Unit'.

"Class," Crimson began, making her voice a little higher than normal to seem like Tira, "Please pull out your books and find the chapter on stomach and chest wounds. Today you will be reviewing what you know in the first 20 minutes of class, then the testing shall begin." With that said, she sat down at her desk and listened to the flutter of pages flipped and the rustle of fabric.

Crimson absently flipped through all the notes in the notebook about the class, and realized absently that there were no trouble makers in this particular class. Frowning slightly, she resigned herself to a boring day of school… wait… what if she made it interesting for once? Crimson smirked when she noticed that Tira hadn't gone out and done ANYTHING fun with this particular class yet. Sitting silently in thought, she planned out her brilliant scheme of making a boring class cooler than an amusement park…