Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Professional Sinners ❯ Called ( Chapter 1 )

Title : Professional Sinners

Author : Nadia Blackrose

Beta-Reader : Dreamer of Legends

 

First and foremost, I'm eternally thankful to Dreamer of Legends who's one of my most favourite authors on this site, and I feel really honoured to have my writing checked by her.

 

Notes : This is my second attempt at pairing Seto with an OC, though the process will be still slow. Mainly, I want this fic to be full of mystery and plot, including almost everything a good story should have, fun, romance, suspense, adventure and so on. Reviews are deeply appreciated, though optional, I'm going to finish no matter what, so stay tuned.

 

~Chapter 1~

Called

 

Rain was pouring down the streets. God's tears spread around the city, flowing smoothly throughout the empty roads at night.

She was wet, her long, wavy blond hair falling in a soaking mess around her waist. It used to be nicely done up, but now it lay ruined, messed up due to the cold wind. It stuck to her skin like a leech; dripping raindrops that fell to the liquid ground. Her dark purple uniform was thoroughly soaked, now so dark it was almost black. Her cold blue eyes were enlightened by the flashes of lightning sparkling across the sky.

Under different circumstances, she would been able to discover a sheltered place sooner, but this time the trick couldn't work for her because she belonged to a different, faraway world.

How or when, she couldn't tell, it was all a blur, an obscurity painted by the shadows of confusion and ignorance. All alone, wandering into the dark corners of the streets, looking for a place to sleep temporarily, just to make for the night. Out of the blue, a single call was formed by her fine shaped lips.

"Sacred? Minotaur, are you here?" Her voice echoed in the middle of nowhere, no response to be offered to her by her extraordinary companions. Her double Guardian Force, the spirit of a strong monster with whom she could communicate directly, did not respond.

Special Ability was considered a gift of hers, for which she could be mistaken as a sorceress, once misunderstood, always feared for that unique skill she possessed.

There was nothing but grave silence. The Brothers did not respond, causing her to wonder what was wrong with her, questioning herself to whether she had lost her ability or it was just the different world that imposed an obstacle to their communication. Nonetheless, she didn't give up, neither did she feel any sign of fear emanating from her, for she possessed another invaluable, reliable companion to protect her in case of any possible danger. Her gunblade was positioned in the small of her back, an almighty sword with a trigger upon it, useful for both close combats and distant ones. She was proud of being the only female gunblade wielder, (quite big-headed about it, in fact,) and she could be sarcastic and irritating at times. She deserved to be praised, though if it wasn't for her aloof personality, she could be very well-liked.

"I only talk through my blade..." she'd been saying for a long time, admitting to her violent instincts that always ached for adventures and fights back in her world, dealing mostly with fearful monsters, taking all the glory to keep for herself. However, things were different now. There was no place to be hunting for fiends or dead guardian forces, no dark powers could be sensed haunting her steps, so she kept on walking in her high heeled boots, (adding to her 5'7 about 2 inches, totaling in an impressive 5'9,) until she found a small alley that led to a dead end, blocked by a wooden fence even she couldn't climb over. Thinking this to be a good a spot as any, she curled up to rest for a couple of hours.

The rain ceased to water the roads, the buildings, and the streets of Domino City soon after. Silence fell upon the empty roads, small drops falling to the ground now and then... It was no sooner than the rain had stopped that footsteps could be heard from a distance, shoes hitting the concrete sidewalk and making a heavy sound.

She was alert instantly, stimulating her senses in a rapid pace, prepared as she was to encounter a possible threat. She quickly hid behind a trash can, hand placed at her back, ready to draw the gunblade at any minute, if necessary, in order to catch the stranger by surprise.

She kept lurking in the dark, patiently waiting for his imminent arrival into her line of sight. And there he went, a youthful man with long white hair, wearing a mysteriously glinting ring around his delicate neck. It was swinging gracefully, reflecting the pale moonlight, an enchanting pure gold glow...

He stood still, in the faint light of the alley, standing impressively like a Greek god, his tall figure followed by an even taller shadow, his brown eyes flickering upon the tentative shades, motionless, as if waiting for someone to come, too. He looked around, observing the area, as if sensing he's not all alone. Out of the blue, he formed a sinister smile, a voice so loud and harsh that could freeze your very blood to the bone by his command.

"Show yourself, Gillian Thunderstone, you've been called."

She nearly gasped in surprise, shocked by the sudden calling of her name, a challenge so formidable she couldn't refuse. Neither had she ever turned down any challenge like a silly chicken, let alone when this strange opponent knew her name, for some reason yet to be explained.

Gillian returned to her normal body position, took a step out of the trash can and walked before him, smiling arrogantly at the sight of that weird looking man until she burst out in derisive laughter, and it was obvious that she was pretty annoying to him.

"What are you laughing at, you foolish girl?" he hissed.

She went closer to him, not smiling anymore, glaring at him, ready to insult him in her disrespectful manner.

"What happened to your hair? Pitiful, isn't it, to be like this at such a young age?" she said in a quarelsome way, being an exceptional person when it came into pissing off people. Definitely, she was most likely to say more, hadn't it been for her eagerness to solve the mystery of the place she had found herself, unexpectedly, undoubtedly the work of a magic power...

The man clenched his teeth, profoundly angry by her lame comments on his appearance, sick to death by such a terrible behavior, something that did not affect her at all, as she was running out of patience while waiting to get a reply from his mouth.

"Seems you're ignorant to whom you're dealing with, Gillian. I could have sent you to the shadow realm, but you've got some potential worthy of my interest."

She didn't lose her temper, just laughed in a conceited way that might cause your spine to shiver in fear.

"Yes, I've got full potential to be given, only when I myself desire to do so."

The man looked quite amused by her boastful self-estimation, thus he longed to hear more.

"What kind of deal do I happen to have with you? Look, guy, it's simple. You know my name and I know nothing about your pathetic being, so speak of yourself at last. Don't bother offending me, I'm thick-skinned enough."

The man was impressed by her attitude, pleased to have encountered a person as wicked as him, especially when it happened to be a female so close to his thoughts, so capable of serving his evil schemes.

"Very well. To start with, we have something in common: you are a guardian force hunter, isn't it the name the spirits are called in your world? I am a soul hunter, possessing the body of a boy named Bakura, feel free to call me like this."

She raised an eyebrow suspiciously, focusing on his body language, struggling to determine the difference between the truth and the lies coming out from his mouth, as she kept on listening to what he had to say.

"Now, let's get straight to the point. You are to assassinate a well known man, as despicable as you are, then, you'll be able to return safely to your world. No questions asked, no accusations made since no one will ever find you."

Having heard his intriguing, if a bit insane proposal, a common thought crossed her head immediately: if he possessed such a tremendous magical power, why wasn't he able to do it himself? Maybe he wasn't skillful enough like he claimed to be, or wasn't actually the person he had stated. Why did she have to trust him? Besides that, who would ensure her of going back to her own world? She stayed thoughtful, conquered by anxiety, even a slight trace of an ominous feeling, because the occasion was much different than any other assignment she had ever been tasked...