Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ My Dark Immortal ❯ The Light And Dark Of Awakening ( Prologue )

Snowy: For those who aren't familiar with angst and don't like it then don't worry, this has minor angst and fear not for the romance part of the story, if there is any romance whatsoever it won't be very open or very romantic for that matter (I like to keep characters out of each others reach, cruel ain't it?). So with that said, read and enjoy (and possibly review if you please, but NO flames, criticism is expected and accepted. This goes for all fics I write in the future).

Yugi: *taps Snowy on the shoulder* Don't forget the disclaimer.

Snowy: *sighs and rolls eyes* The part every author dreads…I don't own anything, but my own characters whom I have created. Now on with it.

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Prologue: The Light And Dark Of Awakening

Her eyes had been black, like empty voids, nothing inside them. Soulless, vacant, without a hint of life and lonely.

They were black like everything around her was.

There was no light so hence, no shadows or any companions.

She was all alone and no one cared.

Some might think this a deserving punishment, but was it really?-being in the dark like this not knowing if it would ever end.

She didn't know how long she'd been kept here, in this horrible place.

All she knew was it was worst then being dead, for loneliness was the most terrible pain.

She could stand not talking to people for she never liked them, but after all this time all she yearned for was someone else…anyone else.

She knew time was passing while she there, for she could hear voices, whispers and she knew time never stood still for anybody.

Although nothing there pained her physically, the emotional and mental had been done nearly a hundred times over.

In her head the same thought repeated itself over and over, this isn't fair, this isn't fair…I never deserved this…

Being locked away in the darkness where no one can reach you or hear you cry.

All of it was enough to make her want to kill herself again and again, but here, she couldn't die. Only her soul could waste away slowly, bit by bit.

Only one other thing stirred inside her and first it had started out as a tiny spark, but eventually grew into a burning fire of hatred and desire for revenge.

He would pay for putting her away like this, he would pay and be put to the same punishment as she had been. First the bodily torture of cutting and bruising like she had undergone then he would be sent here to suffer, to be empty and lonely.

She wanted him to feel just as she did in this place, in this hell.

For Ra's sake, hell would probably be better then here.

It was odd though, at first she thought she would age in this place, grow old and die, but she hadn't. The scars, internal and external, still remained on her, she couldn't see them, but she could feel them despite how numb she had gotten.

The pain hadn't left, nor would it probably ever leave anytime soon. If it had remained this long, it would most likely remain forever.

Everything before though, she remembered clearly. She probably wouldn't have been put to this though had she not been an incarnation, a small fragment, of Sekhmet, the Egyptian god of destruction.

Ever since her birth, death and destruction had been following her trial like a mist, spreading out and destroying all those she crossed. Even if she loved them, her parents had even fallen victim to the obscurity that resided within her very spirit.

She resented it and knew had it not been for that, she would have been issued an ordinary punishment for thievery, but everyone had wanted to get rid of her.

Except him.

He had had sympathy for her.

He knew that it hadn't been her fault for being a part of Sekhmet, for no one chooses who they are at birth, but others argued that it had been destiny, something that could never have been changed regardless.

She had never known acceptance until him, he had been the only comfort before this, but then 'she' showed up and took away all his feelings for her.

She thought at last someone understood and possibly dared to like or even love her, but it was gone as soon as it came and now she was stuck in this realm that she hated and grown to fear.

She stopped thinking of him after a while, but he lingered in her, the thought of him or more the feelings she had or him.

But something unexpected happened while in the darkness.

She eventually found a light that had been hiding or just appeared. It had been so long since she had seen such brightness, it had indeed been too long, but she soon found out she wasn't free from her hated prison.

Leave it to the pharaoh to make sure she was never truly free.

He had locked her away in a golden item that looked vaguely familiar, but not quite.

She knew what the item was though, a Millennium Item, with powers of the Shadow Realm where she had been for so long.

She had thought there had only been seven, the necklace, the puzzle, the ring, the key, the eye, the scales and the staff, but behold the eighth of the legendary items that she had been fascinated by, the earrings. And it was where her spirit had been put.

Two small dangle earrings that were golden balls with the symbol of the eye carved into them with black and gold beads.

It soon came to her knowledge that these earrings were in the possession of a young girl who surprisingly, looked exactly the way she did.

Long dark and straight brown hair with lighter brown streaks that reached her waist and kept up in a neat ponytail. Big brown eyes, almost completely black, with thin black eyebrows above them. Pleasantly tanned skin with pink lips and rosy cheeks. She had a slim body, not fat, but not bony either, almost perfectly in-between. The girl was short too, she must have been no older then fifteen and was the same height as she. The girl seemed exactly like her and she soon learned her name, Kei Arashi, a girl of half Japanese and half Egyptian descent.

The earrings had been given to her from her father for present from his trip to Egypt, how he got a hold of it she could only guess at. Perhaps a street vendor sold it to him at the market place or perhaps he had found it in a tomb. The answer to that would probably go unanswered.

Damini saw many similarities between the both of them, personality wise and interests, but she agonized over how confined she was like this. Kei was shy and modest and had was relatively serious about everything, but nonetheless fun loving much like Damini.

Damini loathed how similar they seemed, but it mused her at the same time in an irritating sense.

Having to watch this young teenage girl have a life while she herself could only merely observe from inside the earrings made her annoyed though.

It angered her so much too, it seemed she was only released from the shadows to be submitted to a new torture.

It was wrong on so many levels, horrible in so many ways.

Another break come though when Kei first put on the earrings. Damini felt herself attach to the spirit of the girl, to her very soul and could se everything inside her, her fears, worries, plans and emotions.

She found she could venture into the girl's mind and even possess her in a manner of speaking. She could control what the body did and said and this freedom was what she needed. The ability to actually be something and someone in the world again was overwhelming, but she didn't do it frequently, she only did it for a little taste of the world that she quickly learned how much it had changed.

She had no idea what computers, telephones, internet or television was and it was a lot to take in, almost too much, but gentle doses were efficient enough to ease her into it.

Kei was never aware of Damini's spirit living inside her, even though she found herself in places she didn't remember going and it confused her quite a bit.

Damini never felt sorry for using Kei to satisfy herself, but the happiness of that liberty didn't last too long.

Her mind was still on the pharaoh, on how could she get him back. She would never forget what it was like in the Shadow Realm, how lonely and awful it had been and how disgustingly sick it had made her. Nothing in both life and death could compare to the pain it had brought her and how it had tainted her.

Her link to Set had been enough to sentence her to that place, but she could have avoided that had see not gone after the Millennium Items.

She was a thief who had loved challenges, the scheming and abilities it took to pull off a robbery were the most endearing parts about it. Everybody could simple shoplift something from the market, but it took guts and skills to steal something from a tomb or a palace. Perhaps she had thought she was ready for such a thing to swipe the pharaoh's Millennium Puzzle, but his guards had caught her before she got too far. Then when the found that she was a part of Sekhmet, they penalized her.

She recalled that night so clearly, climbing over the high walls with a cold breeze blowing against her body. How the wind blew countless strands of her hair in front of her face despite it being in a ponytail, how her she had dashed in and out of the shadows in the garden and stealthily entered the palace. When she nearly ran into a slave and was only not spotted by luck and how she was almost to her goal when a guard saw her and tackled her to the ground.

At first the pharaoh had considered letting her go without punishment until one of the priests stated they sensed an evil aura emitting from her and felt darkness seeping into the room from all corners.

How she wanted to rip that priests head off of his body and watch it squirm as blood oozed onto the floor.

She was beaten beyond pain and raped beyond how many times so could count.

Only one priest comforted her, but that was too good to last for he then got caught up with another girl and she resented him for that.

Then she remembered the day when the pharaoh sent her to the Shadow Realm. She had been dragged to a dark dungeon by the pharaoh's most trusted guard (the same one who had caught her where also) where cloaked figures were chanting hellish hymns.

She was in the center of the dungeon trembling in fear, preparing herself for the worst thing that she could think of which was death at the time, but he did something more brutal to her.

He sent her to the Shadow Realm.

He had no right to send her there where the light couldn't reach, where pain knew no boundaries.

Sometimes she saw memories flash before her mind in there, of her family before they died, of her friends before the same fate befell them and sometimes of that priest and then the image of that girl who stole his affections away, but that was it. And those memories brought her more suffering.

Damini could only think of ways to get revenge, for the pharaoh wasn't alive anymore obviously. It had shocked her to know that five-thousand-years had passed in silent darkness for her, but she began pondering if the Millennium Items were still around and perhaps she should set out to collect them from she had become absorbed with the powers of the Millennium Earrings.

he earrings had the gift to levitate items around so she could only imagine what the other items could do in her possession. It could also send people to the Shadow Realm if she wished it, but she didn't want to do that to anyone save one person, but he was gone.

It was when Kei's parents had gotten divorced and she had been placed in custody of her father that she moved from Cairo, Egypt to Domino City in Japan and Kei went to school that Damini found that maybe she could exact her revenge and gain Millennium Items and she wouldn't tolerate anyone who got in the way of her, even if they were innocent.

She could feel hatred fueling her, boiling in her.

It was time to make him pay ever so dearly.

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Snowy: That was slow I admit because of the complete absence of dialogue or action, but next chapter will be better and hopefully more interesting. Please take time to tell me what you think, five-ten seconds of your day isn't that much is it?

In Upcoming Chapter: Plot development, much needed character development on Damini and Kei and possibly more insight of Damini's past (hopefully).