Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Prince of Death ❯ Yuugi's Past; His Dark Secret ( Prologue )

Title: Prince of Death

Subtitle: Prelude -- Yuugi's Past; His Dark Secret

Series: YuGiOu

Author: Magician of Black Chaos a.k.a Fallen Angel of Death

Genre: angst/drama

Warnings: shounen ai/yaoi, YAMI/ANZU IN THE FIRST PART!!! [lord, what was I thinkin'?]

Plot Bunny: What happens when you leave the son of the Grim Reaper alone for almost a year? Yami and the others are about to realize the error of doing so.........

Hiei Muse: Chaos/Fallen-sama does not own YuGiOu, it belongs to Kazuki Takahashi and other rich people. She only owns the fic, the idea and her muses, nothing more.

Translations:

Yami-tachi = litterally saying "Yami and the others"

Kono kuso-ttare = you asshole [Thankies to --NC-- of the Unholy Quartet for putting that tutorial in her fic "Kakou naka Hakkyou"]

Jiji = Japanese term for "old man"

Baka koinu = stupid puppy

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Sugoroku Mutou watched as the three-thousand-year-old spirit left the Turtle Game Shop, laughing at something Jounouchi had said with his arm wrapped around Anzu's waist. They didn't even notice that Yuugi wasn't with them, Yami hadn't said anything about him during the months he'd been gone. It was like they were happy the small one was gone.

Speaking of whom, he came "home" tonight, didn't he? Sugoroku checked the calender behind the barrier which separated the shop owner from the customers [A/Ns: I dunno what that's called]. Yes, it was the sixth day of the sixth month. At precisely six minutes and six seconds past six p.m, Yuugi would return. The boy's father always did have a fettish for the number, it was understandable seeing as how they were related to the devil himself.

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Sugoroku thought he was going to perish for sure. He glanced at his friend Arthur Hopkins. Arthur was sweating, breathing heavily in fact. The two didn't know how long they'd been trapped in the ancient tomb the archeology group had discovered weeks ago.

"In a bit of a jam, are we?" a voice purred deeply from the dark shadows. Sugoroku looked in the direction it came from only to see a robed figure appear, eyes a deadly blood-red.

Arthur opened his eyes weakly. "A-are you......" The older man stumbled with the words.

"The Grim Reaper? Why yes." A scythe appeared in the newcomer's hand before disappearing a short second after. "But I'm not here to kill you jiji. I'm here to offer you something in return for your lives." He lifted a hand and an image appeared in a black globe hovering above it. "This child is my son, Yuugi. Normally I would raise him myself but I'm too busy and the boy's mother died at his birth. One of you jiji must take care of him until he is sixteen in exchange for a longer lifespan."

Sugoroku looked at Arthur before turning back to the Reaper and nodding. "I will take care of him."

"Very well then. I shall create his birth certificate and register you as his jiisan, Mutou-san."

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"Jiisan?" a cold voice purred, breaking Sugoroku out of his thoughts of the past. He looked up, eyes widening in shock when he saw who was standing in front of him before checking his watch to see the correct time.

Yuugi, the boy who had been posing as his grandson for sixteen yers, was no longer the innocent teenager he had been. He was taller, eyes yellow pools of deep, black hatred and his hair was wilder. He wore a black sleeveless top, black leather pants, combat boots, a spiked collar and spiked wristbands. "When will that pharaoh be home?" Yuugi's voice was now a silky purr, a voice that wrapped around your ears like a shadowed fire. He used the term "phraoah" with cold malice.

"Shortly, I believe. How have you been, Yuugi?"

"A lot better than what I have been since that kuso-ttare pharaoh started taking away all I worked so hard to achieve." A flame appeared in Yuugi's hand and Sugoroku didn't like the cruel smile that had curled. "But all that will be remedied soon. He's long overdue on my death list."

Just then, Yami-tachi walked through the door to the shop, laughing the same way they left. Honda was the first to notice the transformed boy. "Who are you?"

"Yeah, and why do you look so much like my boyfriend?" Anzu wrinkled her nose and made a shooing gesture. "Go away."

Ryou looked at them, shocked and wondering how they could have mistreated Yuugi for so long. He heard a dark chuckle in his mind and looked at the prince of death, chocolate eyes widening. "Oh, it's quite alright, Ryou. I'm used to it. But they will pay, oh yes. Revenge has always been so bittersweet."

"Look, whoever you are, get out. Anzu is right, you don't belong here," Yami stated calmly, arms crossed over his chest in a regal manner.

"Oh really?" Ryou gave a mental shudder; Yuugi's voice was nothing but a cold hiss. "I'd hate to tell you, pharaoh, but this is my home too."

Yami's face paled visibly. "Y-Yuugi?"

The younger boy walked over until they were only five inches away from from each other, a snarl on his lips as the other three gasped, realizing who he was. "Don't act like you're happy to see me, kono kuso-ttare. I can read everyone's thoughts quite well. I'm not that pathetic little whelp anymore, far from it. You're overdue on my list, pharaoh, way overdue."

"What're ya yammerin' on 'bout?" Jounouchi asked. Yuugi laughed, shaking his head.

"Baka koinu. Surely you've heard of the Grim Reaper? You're talking to the prince of death." To proove his point, he touched Anzu on the arm with his fingertips. She paled, her blue eyes widening and barely uttering a plea as her body disappeared into a pile of ash. A cold smile curled, a dark look in his eyes as the boy's own eyes widened and each took a step away. "Let that be a warning, pharaoh; your death will be soon, but I'll put it off and let you wonder when and how it'll happen. Let you live in fear." He turned and walked away through the back door into the connected house. They heard his voice call out. "Never piss me off. You learned that too late, pharaoh."

"Quite frankly, I don't blame him," Ryou whispered, causing the males around him to turn his way. "You left him alone. If I had realized, I wouldn't have done so too." He walked off, nimbly stepping over the pile of ash that had once been Anzu and following the dark child into the house.

Yami stared at the floor, ashamed. He's been so caught up in his love life he didn't realize the horrible things his aibou was going through. 'Ra, I do not deserve to call him that anymore.'

"Hey, gramps, how long have you......known?" Jounouchi asked.

"Since I was offered the choice to take care of him in exchange for mine and Arthur's lives." The old man motioned for Yami to close up shop and walked into the house.

END OF PRELUDE

-- Should I continue?