Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Return of the Assassin ❯ Reawaken Memories ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Return of the Assassin

Subtitle: Chapter One -- Reawaken Memories

Series: YuGiOu

Author: Dark Light Goddess

Genre: drama/action/adventure/romance

Warnings: shounen ai [Yami x Yuugi/Yumah, Seto x Katsuya, Ryou x Malik, Otogi x Mokuba], some violence

Plot Bunny: Memories of Yuugi's past in ancient Egypt return to him as dreams. He was an assassin and a thief, one of Bakura and Ishtar's clan. What if the assassin within was trying to break free? His last and only incomplete mission; to kill the Pharaoh Yugiou.

Otogi Muse's Disclaimer: Dark-sama does not own YuGiOu. It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi and other rich people [no, 4Kids, this doesn't mean you XD]. She only owns the fic, her muses and nothing more.

Dark's Forward Notes: Rurouni Kenshin hype. ;) Just saw the movie and the first two episodes of the series. Rurouni Kenshin = twisted YuGiOu ficcie. Now I know why my friend Jess likes Kenshin so much, but I'll take Yahiko-kun. *glomps Yahiko plushie* So kawaiiii!! ^__^

[......] indicate Honda's dirty mind XD I'm actually putting the guy to use!

//...// indicates Yami to Hikari

/.../ indicates Hikari to Yami

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-- dream sequence, three thousand years ago --

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Blood. The crimson liquid stained his hands as he walked away from the bodies of the palace guards; heartless and cold, amethyst eyes the same chips of ice they always were. He felt no emotions, no remorse for his actions. He brought his hands up to his face, scowling at the crimson liquid that dripped down like water before licking it off, cleaning it like a cat. His eyes wandered the bedchambers of the Pharaoh before finding his mission lying twisted within the silk sheets. He walked forward silently, the only thing that made a sound was the blood on his hands dripping to the stone floor. His right hand gripped the dagger at his side as he brought it up, enjoying the way the blade shone in the moonlight that sparkled through the open window. It was a mildly warm night in Egypt, the perfect night for killing, for revenge. On the blade, he could see that the blood was artfully decorated across his cheek, almost forming an ankh; their symbol of Life. He nearly laughed at the irony; he brought death, not life. What good would an ankh do?

"I promise your death will be quick and painless, Morning Star," he hissed, a cruel smile curling.

The blade was brought down............

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-- end dream sequence, present time --

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Yuugi shot up in bed, covered in cold sweat from head to toe. The same dream that had been plaguing his mind for months had come again that night. He looked at his hands, expecting to see the blood on them, expecting to see the crimson liquid dripping down and staining his own sheets. The figure beside him shifted a little before rising and wrapping arms around the child-like teen in a comforting embrace.

"Yuugi-chan? Daijoubu ka," the near double murmured, eyes of blood opening and staring down at the head of multicoloured hair that belonged to his light.

"Iie, Yami-chan. No, I'm not okay." Yuugi shuddered, the image -- the SMELL -- of blood still fresh in his mind. He could almost taste the coppery liquid on his tongue.

"I won't pry any further then, aibou. Let's get some sleep, you have finals tomorrow that you need rest for if you're going to survive the boring long hours."

Yuugi groaned and glared weakly at his darker. "You just HAD to remind me, ne, Yami-chan?" He grinned. "Don't forget that you have them too."

Yami placed a kiss on his cheek. "Just remember you're not alone in the suffering. The others have to take them too."

Yuugi smiled as they both settled down, closing his eyes and hoping to get a bit of sleep before the finals. "Good night, Yami-chan."

"Good night, Yuugi."

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-- dream sequence, three thousand years ago --

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It was raining outside, something Egypt never got to see often. But the rain was warm, like Ra was crying. But crying for whom? he wondered as he sat outside the cavern that led to the band's hideout. He heard footsteps, but never turned his head. He learned long ago that footsteps contained different patterns, like a hidden language for each and every person. He knew the owner of the footsteps was the thief king's right-hand guard, the one who had trained him since the clan found him as a baby, abandoned along the Nile and raised him as one of their own. Both the thief king and his guard owned sacred relics, items that held great power. But neither combined could effect that of the Pharaoh Yugiou's puzzle.

"Couldn't sleep?" Ishtar pulled his cloak around, not caring about the mild weather. The inside of the cavern was cold.

He watched the rain drip off one of his blades like clear blood, not answering for a few moments. "No. The rain kept me awake. I am sorry if I disturbed you, sir." Ishtar had been a slave of the Pharaoh's father up until he was eleven when Bakura's father kidnapped him from the palace. Bakura, the thief king, and Ishtar had grown up together, almost as close as brothers had. Ishtar's terrible secret was that the Pharaoh's Memory had been forever carved onto his back when he had turned ten, a burden the blonde thief wanted to forget sometimes.

"Nah. I'm not used to it either." Ishtar stretched and sat down beside the clan's assassin, who paid him no heed. Bakura was furious with the boy's lack of respect for them but he calmly told his friend that it was just the way the boy worked. "Bakura says that in order for us to gain control over Egypt, it will come down to killing Yugiou."

"We all knew it was going to happen sooner or later," the teenager responded, voice soft as he slid the blade into its sheath on his boot. "We are all willing to give our lives for you and Bakura. He took us in, the both of you trained us to be the best. Instead of turning an unwanted child away you brought him up as if he were your own."

Ishtar looked at the child fondly before ruffling his multi-coloured bangs. "Bakura may not show it, but you're like a son to him. To us. To tell you the truth, it's freaky the way you and Yugiou look so much alike." Ishtar's tone became serious. "We will make an ambush on his guards outside the palace and allow you to get through. It will have to be done at night though, we don't want any innocents getting involved. You only have a limited amount of time to find the Pharaoh's chambers."

"I understand...................."

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-- end dream sequence, present time, the next day --

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"I'm bad, ya know it. I'm bad, I'll show it," Katsuya chanted on his way out of the high school gates for the last time, the others following, slightly amused as Seto wrapped an arm around the blonde, who blushed and stopped. That was the end of their high school years but next year would be the start of college, another few years of torture from something they didn't need to know about to something they did.

Yuugi sighed, leaning against Yami as the small group of boys got into Seto's limo. They were going to pick Mokuba up from junior high and then going to the Kaiba mansion to celebrate. Anzu had left the group to themselves last year, saying she didn't need to be around a group of gays and that the way they acted around each other was sickening. Ryou glanced up at Yuugi as the car rolled away from the gates of Domino High.

"What's the matter, Yuugi-kun?" the silver-haired boy asked, shifting into a more comfortable position with Malik's arm draped across his shoulder in an attempted hug. Everyone looked towards the shorter boy as child-like eyes looked up.

"It's nothing you should be worried about, Ryou-kun. I've only been having bad dreams and they've been keeping me awake, that's all. I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in days." He yawned pointedly and leaned his head on Yami's shoulders, closing his eyes before the limo stopped and a bundle of energy hopped in.

"Hi, guys," Mokuba chirped, taking the seat next to Otogi and nuzzling his head under the dice master's chin affectionately. He waved hello to his older brother across from him and Seto gave a small nod of acknowledgement, giving Otogi a glare that practically forbade him to touch the younger boy. The black-haired other whistled innocently before wrapping an arm around his small koi.

"Is it just me or am I the only one still single," Honda whined, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at the various male couples. Malik looked over towards him, a mischievous grin crossing his tanned face.

"I'm sure Shaadi's still single. I can call him up for you if you like."

"Hell no! As much as I appreciate the offer, Malik [and the fact that Shaadi already told me he was straight], I'd rather screw a camel. I mean, we don't even know how old he is or what's under that turban [long black hair, mmmm]." That brought laughter to the group but not from Yuugi whose eyes were closed as he leant against his yami.

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-- dream sequence, three thousand years ago --

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"You understand that I am asking you to kill, Yumah." Eight-year-old Yumah's head shot up, innocent amethyst eyes wide with horror. He knew the clan were experts in thievery but their king was asking him to......kill? Bakura noticed the look in Yumah's eyes but said nothing, only stepping forward and kneeling, raising a hand to caress the child's cheek. "You are an excellent thief, Yumah, one of my best and at times I wish it was as simple for you to be able to maintain your innocence. But it is not meant to be so, I'm afraid. Both Ishtar and I knew that one day your innocence would be lost forever and if we are to overthrow the cruel Pharaoh, you must learn to kill, to murder." Bakura pulled away and stood, looking down at the boy he raised as his own. "Your small frame makes it easy for you to be overlooked, makes your enemy think you are the weaker. From now on, Ishtar and I will personally train you in the art. If you are willing to accept."

Yumah looked at his hands, knowing that later on in his years they would be covered with the blood of innocents and mad men. "As you wish, sir. I shall learn......to kill." His voice held little -- if any -- emotion, as it always did. He had grown up in a merciless world, abandoned as a child and brought up by these two thieves. If they wanted him to kill, to murder......so be it.

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-- end dream sequence, present time --

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It was nighttime once more, the darkened sky falling over the city of Domino with its small yellow lights and the full moon hanging like a pendant amongst the stars. Yuugi was out on the balcony of his and Yami's room in the Kaiba mansion. The entire group of boys had partied until the early hours of the morning -- minus Mokuba, who had been told by his older brother to go to bed at ten, and Otogi, who accompanied his small koi. Yuugi had talked to Bakura and Ishtar some time ago and they had confirmed that he had been the assassin in his dreams......no, they were memories. He looked over towards the former Pharaoh and walked back into the room. Yami was asleep and he was having a serious case of deja vu.

Yuugi's heart slowed for a moment, his eyes glazing over and becoming cold amethysts. Yumah was in control now, Yuugi wouldn't remember a thing afterwards. Silently, he walked over to where the Pharaoh lay, a dagger appearing in his hands, stained with dry blood.

His mission would NOT stay incomplete forever.........

END OF CHAPTER ONE

TBC