Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Psyche ❯ Attacks ( Chapter 25 )

AN: *points to fic* See I got it out on time…. *glows proudly, then realizes she's got half of FFVII to play and slinks off to her den of video mayhem.*

 

 

Psyche

Chapter Twenty Five:

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OCs

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Ahmose: (Egyptian for: The moon is born) Yami's son back in Egypt.

E'on: Jonouchi's Red Eyes Black Dragon.

Jame: Kaiba's obsessive-compulsively organized secretary who wants to be fired.

Kallon: The Dark Sage and one of the three rulers of the Shadow Realm, though he tries hard not to be.

Kisara: The only female Blue Eyes White Dragon. (Not really an OC)

Koori: (Japanese for: Ice) The largest male Blue Eyes White Dragon.

Ledowr: The Magician of Black Chaos, also one of the three rulers of the Shadow Realm, and is trying even harder not to be. He is also Yuai's husband.

Pepi: Yami's third wife back in Egypt.

Shimo: (Japanese for: Frost) The other male Blue Eyes White Dragon.

Yuai: Yugi's girlfriend, sort of..., one of three rulers of the Shadow Realm. Though she's been slacking lately. She is married to Ledowr.

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Kami Game Shop

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Grandpa and Pegasus were, quite honestly, cowering down in the shop, having seen the sugar, the Indiana Jones accessories, and the horror of what Isis claimed was gyro sandwiches. Solomon was half-heartedly dusting a shelf as Pegasus sorted through some Duel Monster cards, arranging them to best show off the art work. Except for a few stray noises and an occasional visit from Isis, they rested in peace and quiet.

 

“You really thought the pyramids in Ethiopia were interesting?” Pegasus fondly placed a Toon World Blue Eyes on a small stand and angled it so the holographic image glittered in the showcase.

 

“Oh, yes,” Solomon carefully removed a stack of Greedopoly games from the shelf and sprayed furniture cleaner. “While they lacked the nearly overwhelming splendor of Egypt's tombs, I am rather fond of them. My late wife and I had a marvelous time on our honeymoon exploring one.”

 

Pegasus bowed his head a moment, pretending to be absorbed in rubbing a tiny smug off a card. “Yes…that would make them special.”

 

Oblivious to Pegasus, Solomon restacked the boxes. “We had a fantastic time. One day we went out for a picnic. I had to carry…”

 

A sharp knocking at the game shop's door caused him to pause. Both men looked over to find Duke standing at the door. The teen was hugging himself, shivering.

 

“Duke! My boy…” Pegasus hurried over to the door. “My God, what has happened to you?”

 

“He looks like he's been in a fight.” Grandpa darted toward the store room. “I've got a first aide kit here someplace.”

 

Pegasus fumbled with the door lock. “Poor boy. Who could have done this?” He finally turned the key and stepped aside. “Come in quickly, my boy. Quickly!”

 

Duke, head down and shivering stumbled into him, then quickly grabbed him. Solomon, emerging from the storeroom with the kit, stepped back shocked as the two fell to the floor struggling. Upstairs, Isis's voice called down anxiously.

 

“The Eye! He's got the…” Pegasus trailed off into a long drawn out cry of anguish, thrashing on the floor and holding his face.

 

Duke fell limp to the side, a moment later Pegasus stopped moving as well, laying unmoving on the floor, curled on his side.

 

“Pegasus?” Solomon set the first aide kit down as Isis, raced into the shop.

 

“What has happened?” Isis looked at the two prone figures, then checked around the shop.

 

“Duke… he…” Solomon trailed off as Pegasus groaned and sat up, holding his head.

 

“What happened?” Pegasus rasped, shaking his head slightly. “I was…” He looked over at Duke and then around the shop. “Oh.” He reached over and shook Duke. “Wake up Duke-boy. No sleeping on the job.”

 

Duke sat up and clumsily got to his feet.

 

“Wait…I don't think.” Isis began, stepping forward.

 

Pegasus shrugged, not turning to face her. “That's obvious.” He turned, smiling, the Millennium Eye gleaming in his eye socket. He raised his hand. “Spirit bind.”

 

They didn't even have time to scream.

 

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Hikaris

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“That idiot.” Ryou was nearly frothing at the mouth. The once mild, soft spoken, gentle light was busy snarling insults at and about his other. “Too cocky for my own good. Okay, what do you think now, dolt? Gonna try that again?”

 

Mokuba, Yugi, and Malik huddled together on the couch in awe as the white haired hikari paced back and forth growling. They had all been watching the movie, when suddenly Ryou had just fallen over. At first they'd been worried, but that had quickly changed as Ryou started his tirade. And a mighty odd tirade it was too. Long too. He'd been cussing for nearly fifteen minutes strait.

 

“My own knife! You moronic son of a halfwit poodle. Who died and made you Electra?” Ryou continued his rant. It was odd, but he felt…mixed, swirled together, as if he was still Ryou, but at the same time, he was now Bakura. This uncontrollable anger that he felt, he was slightly startled to realize, was directed mostly at himself…Bakura.

 

“Ryou?” Malik hesitantly interrupted. “Are you…?”

 

Ryou whipped around, “Do I look okay?!”

 

“Uhmm, yeah.” Mokuba ventured.

 

Yugi shifted. “Did something happen to Bakura?”

 

“Knifed. Went bouncing around like Tigger on speed and got my fool self skewered by his own knife.” Ryou stalked around the room agitatedly. Ryou, Ryou, I'm Ryou…Ryou, Ryou, Bakur…Ryou! I am not…Bakura. I'm…I am... hurt. Oh Ra it hurts! I am…Bakura is…an idiot.

 

The TV droned softly, as the white haired hikari stalked around muttering to himself. The rest watched fascinated as Ryou cussed, not sure if they should interfere, or if they should grab a video camera and record the event.

 

Yugi, though was worried. Yami! Ryou…he's acting weird.

 

Not surprised. Yami's voice soothed through his mind. The thief is hurt. Are you well?

 

Fine. Yugi watched as Ryou stood glaring at the TV, cursing. Are you hurt?

 

More embarrassed than anything. We went rushing into this like a bunch of idiots. Yami sounded disgusted with himself. We're headed back now. Stay safe my light, and keep an eye on Ryou.

 

Love you. Yugi felt Yami's mind slip away. He turned to the others “They're on their way home.”

 

Mokuba tore his eyes away from Ryou and looked at Yugi. “Is everything alright?”

 

“Bakura got hurt.” Yugi nodded to where Ryou was now pulling his own hair. “Yami said to keep an eye on him.”

 

Malik nodded toward the now hissing hikari, “Marik says that with the amount of Shadow Magic floating around where Bakura got hurt, things might get a bit odd…”

 

A sonic boom pounded through the apartment, causing everyone to jump.

 

“What the…” Malik scrambled off the couch and darted into the kitchen. “Isis what the hell… Isis?”

 

Mokuba, Yugi and a still muttering Ryou crowded in behind him. The kitchen was empty. A pot of gently boiling something steamed peacefully on the stove. On the counter a small pile of vegetables were washed and waiting to be sliced. Stacks of fresh made pitas sat under a small kitchen towel.

 

“Sister?” Malik trotted down the steps, feeling everyone following him.

 

Pegasus stood at the foot of the stairs with a shadowy figure lurking behind him. “It's okay Yugi-boy.” He raised one hand and slammed it against the mystic barrier that the yamis had erected. Another boom echoed through the house. “I'll be there in a moment.” He smiled up at them, his long silver hair falling away from his face revealing the Eye.

 

“Shit!” Malik back peddled.

 

The rest scrambled frantically up the stairs and tumbled back into the kitchen.

 

“Mokuba?!” Kaiba's voice called from the living room. “Mokuba, where are you?”

 

“Big Brother!” Mokuba dashed into the living room, followed by the rest of the group.

 

Kaiba was carefully walking down the stairs with Jonouchi hovering beside him, trying to pretend that he wasn't really hovering. The brunet seemed slightly unsteady on his feet as he leaned against the banister.

 

Mokuba launched himself at his brother. “Seto, it is you? Is it really you, or are you Seth?”

 

Kaiba hugged him closer, petting his brother's wild black hair, “It's me, Mokie. What's going on?” He looked at the anxious frightened faces that huddled around, noting the way his brother clung to him, frightened.

 

“The Eye. It's got Pegasus.” Ryou glanced back nervously at the door. “He's trying to come up.”

Jonouchi slipped past the two siblings and went into the kitchen. He hurried back out, shaking his head and pointing to the back exit. Another boom shook the shop followed by a triumphant laugh.

 

“Correction. He is coming up.” Malik pulled Ryou toward the door.

 

Kaiba nodded and pushed Mokuba after them. “Go. We'll hold him here.”

 

Mokuba dug in his heels. “No way. If you stay, I stay.”

 

“Mokuba, you'll….” Kaiba was interrupted as Pegasus stepped into the living room.

 

“Kaiba-boy, you look well.” He grinned at them as Duke, holding a kitchen knife, ghosted up behind him. “I'll have to fix that.”

 

Ryou gave a snarl and leapt at Duke. “Give me that.”

 

Kaiba shoved Mokuba into Yugi and both out the door. “Go. Get him out of here.”

 

Malik, having been half out the door when Ryou bolted back in, got shoved to the railing as Yugi and Mokuba careened into him. “Watch it!”

 

Jonouchi dove for Pegasus, his shoulder catching the white haired man in the stomach, sending them both to the ground as Ryou danced nimbly around Duke. Kaiba shoved the back door closed and locked it behind him. He turned in time to see Pegasus grab a nearby floor lamp and slam it into Jo's head, sending the blond into a senseless heap on the floor.

 

“NO! Big Brother!” Mokuba screamed from the other side of the door, pounding on it, trying to get back to his only family. “Nonononono!”

 

Pegasus turned and found him leaning against the door. “Kaiba-boy.” He stepped over Jo's unmoving form. “I see you've returned from your vaction. Too bad, now I'll have to kill you.”

 

Kaiba, standing protectively by the door, noted sickly that blood was already tracing its way across Jo's cheek and dripping onto the carpet. Pegasus grinned, that insane grin he remembered so well from Duelist Kingdom, and kicked Jo aside. Mokie, go. Just go. Jo needs me.

 

“Oh well, everyone's got to go sooner or later.” The white haired man tipped his head to the side, as if contemplating. “Let's make it sooner. You wouldn't want him to be lonely, would you?”

 

Ryou had gotten the knife away from Duke and was circling him, with a very Bakura like grin on his face. Duke shifted warily, his eyes glued to his opponent, he reached behind him and pulled another knife out of the back of his jean's waist band.

 

“Hey Duke, time for pay back.” Ryou swiped at the other teen, snarling softly.

 

The pounding on the door finally ceased and from the corner of his eye, Kaiba could see Malik and Yugi dragging Mokuba down the alley toward the street. He hoped that the two lights were heading for their darknesses. Yami would take care of Mokuba. Pegasus was almost on him, lifting the lamp to attack when he kicked out, sending the older man to the ground.

 

“Fuck off, whoever you are.” Kaiba grabbed the lamp, trying to wrestle it out of Pegasus's hands.

 

“Bitch, get back here.” Ryou grabbed Duke as the other tried to get back to the kitchen, sending them both to the floor behind the couch.

 

Pegasus laughed, “Isn't this fun?” The smile suddenly wiped away, and the blue eye facing Kaiba turned murky and cold. “You destroyed everything. Everything I worked for for so long. You could have had anything. Power. Wealth. Everything. All my sacrifices! I gave my soul for you!”

 

Kaiba wrenched at the lamp, but Pegasus, possessed lunatic that he was, didn't let go. Pegasus used his weight to shove Kaiba back, tripping him over the coffee table. Kaiba fell, rolling to the side as the lamp slammed down against the table, causing it to crack. He scrambled back as Pegasus raised the lamp again.

 

“Kaiba! Behind you!” A hoarse, frantic voice yelled.

 

Kaiba rolled away as Duke sprang at him. Duke's knife slammed into the carpet where he'd been laying a second before. Ryou, pounced after his target, dragging him back as Jo rushed at Pegasus, slamming the man into the entertainment unit. Shelves slipped and crashed to the floor. The lamp clattered down as Pegasus brought his hands up to grab Jo by the throat. Kaiba grabbed the lamp and jumped to his feet, lifting the lamp to attack. Pegasus quickly shifted, turning so Jo was between him and Kaiba, then shoved the blond into Kaiba, sending them both back to the floor.

 

“Fun time's over. We're about to have guests.” Pegasus stepped around the couch and grinned. “Duke, you really were a useful puppet, but sacrifices have to be made. Dark magic attack” He gestured with a hand and both Ryou and Duke were catapulted across the living room to slam side by side into the wall with enough force to leave dents in the plaster. He turned raising his hand again to where Jo and Kaiba were staggering to their feet. “So fitting, to use the pharaoh's attack to destroy his lap dog.” His eyes narrowed at Kaiba. “That's all you are. The pharaoh's lap dog. Dark magic attack.” Jo shoved Kaiba aside as a bolt of dark energy exploded toward them.

 

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Yamis

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Marik hitched the semi-conscious thief over his shoulder. “Damn, you're heavy. Turn back to Ryou. He's lighter.”

 

Bakura whispered a soft. “Righty-o.”

 

“Great. His brain's scrambled.” Malik hurried along the street with Yami.

 

They'd gotten out of the shop as quickly as they could bundle the wounded thief up and get down the stairs. Whatever magics their enemy had been using, were unraveling, causing a lot of Shadow power to twist and whirl erratically through the shop, making it dangerous for the healthy yamis to be there, much less the wounded one.

 

“Hurry.” Yami kept glancing around, ready in case more soulless puppets showed up. “Duke has the Eye, and I don't like to think of what he's going to do with it.”

 

“Hope he washes it off. It's got to be filthy.” Bakura mumbled.

 

“I'm hauling the thief around as fast as I can. Leave me alone.” Marik stumbled as Malik's panicked voice screamed in his head. Yami! He's here. He's got the Eye! “Found him. At the shop.” Malik, come to me. I'm here. He gave a pull, drawing his light's mind in his direction. He could feel his light frantically rushing toward him. Is he chasing you? Are you alright?

 

He's at the shop. Kaiba locked us out. Malik was drawing closer.

 

Yami had stopped in his tracks with a far away look on his face. A moment later, he shook himself awake and ran down the street, Marik on his heels, as they both raced toward their hikaris. They were only a couple blocks from the shop when Yugi, Malik and a distraught Mokuba came into sight. The two lights threw themselves at their darks.

 

“It's got Pegasus!” Yugi wrapped himself around his yami, feeling safe as soon as his dark's arms closed around him.

 

“Malik, breathing. It's not just a hobby.” Marik gasped, trying to not lose his hold on the semi-conscious thief and peel his suffocating light off him. Malik loosened his hold, but stayed tightly pressed to his dark. Your safe, my light. I am here and I won't let anyone harm you.

 

“You have to help. Big Brother locked us out! When they attacked he shoved us out the door and locked it.” Mokuba was frantically pulling at Yami's sleeve. “Please! Help him!”

 

The pharaoh nodded, giving his hikari a parting caress. He brushed a kiss against Yugi's forehead and pulled himself free. “Yes. You take Bakura and go. We'll meet in the park at the gazebo. If anyone comes, get out of there and we'll meet at Starbucks at Domino Plaza.”

 

Marik passed the thief over to his light, Mokuba sliding up to help support Bakura. “Don't trust anyone. That thing is sucking out people's souls, so the next attack could come from anyone.”

 

“Don't worry.” Yugi gave a brave smile. “We'll be extra-careful.” He stroked a hand down his yami's arm. “You be careful.”

 

Yami nodded and took off toward the shop with Marik at his side. People on the street scattering out of their way as the two sped past them in the lowering twilight. The streetlights were just flickering on when they arrived. The shop looked quiet and still in the watery dusk.

 

Cautiously, they opened the front door and scanned the area. Isis and Grandpa lay on the floor, unmoving in front of the counter. No sounds came from upstairs. They ghosted by the two on the floor, pausing only to verify that they were still breathing, before slipping silently up the stairs into the kitchen.

 

Marik slid to the door, cracking it open to peer into the living room. “No one.”

 

Yami nodded and they both glided forward as silent as shadows. The living room was wrecked. Tables were over turned, the floor lamp was bent and thrown to one side, the TV flickered softly, and the entertainment unit was knocked aside with its contents scattered onto the floor. Off to one side, Ryou and Duke were collapsed together into a pile against one wall. Yami cat padded over to them then noticed Kaiba and Jonouchi tumbled together against the sofa. Marik wraithed up the stairs. A moment later, as Yami went over to check Jonouchi and Kaiba he walked back down.

 

“No one's here.” He looked around at the mess frowning. “He left them. Why?”

 

Yami shrugged, carefully rolling Jo off Kaiba. “This just happened. He might have sensed us and decided to settle this later.”

 

“Yeah, because we're just so damn intimidating.” Marik snorted. “If we get any more pathetic, he won't have to come after us. We'll do ourselves in.”

 

Yami nodded. “True. We've been fumbling around.” He shook his head. “We're so used to dueling, that we're unprepared for an actual attack like this.”

 

Marik knelt down next to Ryou and Duke. “Any ideas what we're going to do with dice boy?”

 

“None.” Yami carefully pushed Jo's hair aside to look at the gash on his head. “There's some rope downstairs in the store room.”

 

The blond yami nodded, picking up the knives that lay next to the fallen pair he'd been examining. “I'll check on Isis and Grandpa while I'm there.”

 

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Review! Who do you think our mystery baddie is?

 

Sorceress Sarrkh/ DreamwindsofJasmine: I'd rather you wait till the end. I've already caught a few on my own (logic jump about why they can't get back to the mortal realm, Jo in Emergence was at the phone then suddenly at the end of a long line) but I want to finish before I go back and deal with them so the whole story can hang together better. Care to guess who's ending up with the dragons?

 

dragonlady222: Really, do you think Kaiba is going to let even a mad bomber hurt his little bro? I've gotten an evilly lovely idea for who the dragons are going to end up with. I just hope I don't get stoned by everyone when it comes out.