Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pharaoh Bakura and Thief Atemu ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Priestess: That was a short and awful chapter (not to mention I barely got any reviews-thank you, Ril!) but I have permission to ruin everything. I wrote the fanfiction! *Sticks tongue out*

By the way, the hikaris and yamis are separate. I think it's actually possible, seeing as how Shadi (cuuurse him) can be both spiritual and physical (remember the scene where he phased through the wall and started Malik on his whole revenge kick?)

By the way again, the Items didn't switch holders, but Spirits. You know how part of Bakura was in the Puzzle? Well, now all of him is. And Atemu was somehow pushed into the Ring. Just keep reading.

***

What's going on? Where am I? This isn't Yugi's house. Whose hands are these? These aren't my hands.

Yugi's hands were small and very soft, in a fluffy, almost cloud-like way. Gentle, slightly fragrant, usually lightly clammy. His own hands were a bit rougher, the skin thick but unscarred.

These hands were armed with pale slim fingers and covered with branching veins. Atemu clenched them. The skin had the silkiness of rather dry skin with liberal amounts of lotion frequently applied. They were very supple, and they smelled like soap. Not his hand at all. And that cream-colored sweater wasn't his either, and neither were the blue jeans. And why in the universe was he wearing the Millennium Ring?

He realized his hair felt longer and kind of...heavy. He picked up a lock and held it in front of his eyes. It was white. This definitely wasn't his hair. And since when had he been this tall?

By now thoroughly frustrated, he glanced around and saw a mirror. Suddenly he heard voices in his ears and jumped.

"So, Pharaoh, it's you." "Do you know where you are?"

"W-Who's there?"

"Look in the mirror." "Look right there, look in the mirror." "You, so-called guardian of justice and dealer of punishment, peer upon the face of justice." "Just take a peek, you'll see." "See what your crimes have wrought."

He was now terrified, and half-ran to the mirror, the voices yelling at him. "The mirror." "Look in the mirror." "Look in the mirror, Pharaoh." "Look, look." "Let your reflection show you the truth."

He peered into the mirror and screamed.

***

Urgh, I feel like crap. And why does my head hurt? Wait a minute, that isn't my hair! Is that the Millennium Puzzle? And why am I so short? Oh, holy Wepwawet, I'm the Pharaoh!

He sprinted out of the room and saw that Atemu's hikari Yugi was right there. Well, that was one positive thing. The first. "Yugi," he started, and realized his voice still sounded like his own.

Yugi glanced up in surprise and beamed when he saw his yami. "Mou Hitori no Boku!" he cried, grinning. "Did you find what the disturbance was in the Millennium Puzzle?"

"Umm...yes," he said, mimicking Atemu's voice and expression. "Call Ryou on that evil soul-sucking thing you humans call a telephope." He gasped, realizing his slip-up, but Yugi just looked exasperated.

"It's a telephone, and I've told you a million times it isn't evil."

Nevertheless, he picked up the phone and started dialing. As soon as he heard the ring, "Atemu" grabbed the phone and put it to his ear.

***

Ryou picked up the phone after three rings, being torn between answering it and figuring out why his yami had screamed-and why it didn't sound like his yami's scream.

"Hello, this is Ryou Bakura speaking?"

"I know very well who you are," growled Bakura, dropping his disguise. "Get me-the Phar-Atem-your yam-the Tomb Robber on the line."

Bemused and creeped out, Ryou poked his head out of the kitchen and saw "Bakura" staring at his reflection with a stunned expression. "Um...Bakura? Somebody's on the line. It sounds like you, but also like Yugi's-Atem-Yam-the Pharaoh."

"Give me that!" "Bakura" snapped in a voice that sounded remarkably like said pharaoh, snatching the phone away and shouting into it while Ryou stared.

"What the fucking Hell did you do to me you thieving scum?!"

"How should I know, Pharaoh?" Bakura-in-Atemu's-body shouted back while Yugi stared. "I'm sitting around thinking and the Millennium Ring starts glowing and next thing I know we switch bodies or something!"

"Well, you better switch us back!"

"Why me?!"

"Because it's your fault!"

"You got the better deal! I'm short! And ugly!"

"I am not ugly!"

"Yes you are! Very ugly! Ugly ugly ugly!"

"Will you shut up?! I have enough stupid voices bugging me already!"

"They should be bugging you!" yelled Bakura. "Your father killed them!"

With that, he slammed down the phone and blasted it to bits.

***

"I am not ugly," muttered Atemu, hanging up the phone. The voices were jeering at him, and he wished dearly that he could destroy them somehow, murder each and every one of them.

"You did murder us," the voices whispered. "You did."

"Shut up!" he shrieked, startling Ryou out of his shocked state at having discovered that his yami had somehow been replaced with the Spirit of the Millennium Puzzle Yami no Yugi-who was now the Spirit of the Millennium Ring Yami no Bakura.

"Who are you? What do you want? What nonsense are you spouting, what did that damned Thief mean?"

"Let us show you." The voices replied, sounding gleeful. "Let us show you your father's sins. Let us show you why his crimes must be paid by you, let us show you the true origins of Yami no Bakura."

The Millennium Ring blazed, and the pointers stuck out, and he gasped as he plummeted into the dot-or, as fate would have it, tunnel-at the center of the gold carving of the Millennium eye.

***

He was in some kind of village where a massacre was going on. Soldier after soldier filled the town, slaughtering everyone in sight. It was all a muddle of blood and turmoil and screams. It was awful, simply awful. Body after body being flung into a huge pot...more screams, and a few soldiers' satisfied chuckles.

"Did you slaughter all of them?" said a man who Atemu recognized with a start as his uncle, the Priest of the Millennium Eye, Akunadin.

"Yes sir, every one." a soldier replied dutifully.

"Perfect," Akunadin replied, and Atemu could see a few other Priests and he felt sick. Had his father ordered this? No, impossible. It was an illusion, nothing more.

The molten corpses were poured into a tablet he recognized, the one where the Millennium Items were to be placed. He watched with mounting horror as the last drops of blood fell away, leaving the seven Millennium Items in the dead bodies' place.

Laughter, chanting, the village burning...

Atemu saw a tiny wide-eyed child with white hair watching this chaos; and, with a sick pang to his heart, he knew...

"Bakuraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!"

***

He fell back onto Bakura's bed and buried his head into the pillow and sobbed just as Bakura must have, because of his own oh-so-righteous family, and knew in his heart that his entire life had been a lie.