Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Reunion ❯ The No One's ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: The No Ones

 

“God, D.D got me a little shaken up.” Seto Kaiba admitted in the privacy of his bedroom lavatory. “I mean, feeling watched when around her reflection, and feeling too petrified to sleep, something being after you everywhere you look...all the signs point to an Alternate.” He confirmed, remembering the teachings of old comrades when he was younger.

Back when he was an Oracle himself.

Everyone and everything had an Alternate. They were entitled No Ones because they were just that; No One. A No One was only a hollow shell of another person. They were pale, dark circles under the eyes, groaned but made no speech, and in a permanent hypnotic-like state. Kinda like zombies except they were alive...somewhat. They all dwelled in The World of Non-Being which was a World opposite to this one in another dimension.

But Oracles had their own No Ones called Alternates. An Alternate or just simply an Alter was the No One of an Oracle-yet they house the malevolence that was once in the heart of an Oracle.

You see, all Oracles were human once. But then after the initiation, the malevolence is shunned from their heart and sent to their No One which is then turned into an Alternate. They adapt to the ability of speech and arise from their eternal daze with one goal; to subdue their Original in order to gain a permanent appearance of the Original in both Worlds. (Only Alternates have the brain capacity to do this. No Ones are mere puppets; they couldn't break into this World.)

If the goal is a success, the Alternate often comes to this World, The World That Is, and make their Original's life a complete disaster.

Seto shuddered at the memory of his own Alternate who had named himself Korjata (Finnish for `Alter'). The guy was a freak. A pale version of himself without sleep that wanted him half-dead.

That's another thing; if an Original dies so does the No One/Alternate. Because there must always be a balance in the universe. So therefore, no Alter would want their Original dead. But they would like them out of the way (Like for example, in a coma.)

The entire point to this rant? No point. Just re-confirming his data. Like when an Alternate was in this World, it looked nothing like its conscious Original. The two base traits were discolored hair, usually a revolting purple or vomit green, sometimes a greasy black. Another was horns. They always had horns.

Remembering this as he brushed his teeth, Seto shuddered again. No Ones...they freaked him out to no end. Maybe it was their near white pale skin...or the blackened circles under their eyes...their smell of rot.....or maybe it was that blank stare.

`That's it.'

He realized, getting water to rinse.

`It's that stare. That empty soulless look in their eyes...in Korjatas' eyes...that wants me dead...No! Don't think about it. You're not an Oracle anymore. You haven't used your powers for a full-on year. You're fine. The Oracle Queen Invidia must've gotten the message by now. You're just not anymore. You're fine. You're safe.'

“I'm fine.” He repeated after spitting out the water. “I'm safe.” He tilted his head up to the mirror.

Only to meet cold, dead, angry, soulless, blue eyes.

What...?

But...But he wasn't an Oracle anymore! A full year! FULL! YEAR! He TOLD her he was retiring! He said no more!

“Korjata...” He murmured weakly as fat tanned hands emerged from the glass and forced him against the wall.