Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Shades Of Gray ❯ A Moment of Freedom ( Chapter 1 )

Priestess: ::Eyebrow twitches:: I am writing too many fanfictions lately…either I must be terminally insane or I'm simply obsessed, both with Darkshipping and fanfiction in general, either way it's not a good thing. ::Shrugs:: Oh well. Besides, I wrote this fanfiction a while ago, I just found it in my old documents and decided to put it up.
Some of this might make more sense if you read Cassandra Cassidy's fanfiction.net story 'Make Your Move.' I actually wrote this fanfiction three years ago, long before I read her fic, but you should read it anyway.
In this fanfiction, there are two Spirits in both the Ring and the Puzzle-an 'evil' Spirit and another Spirit. The evil Bakura Necrophadisu is real, an evil character who is one of the biggest mysteries of Yu-Gi-Oh (I swear, Kazuki Takashi left so many questions unanswered it's no wonder there are so many fanfictions!) The evil Yugi known as Yami (the Yami we know is Yu-Gi-Oh) is the Yami from the first few chapters of the manga, a sadistic being cruel enough to make any fan weep.
I actually think this might have been done before, considering the vast amount of Yu-Gi-Oh fanfiction in the world, but if it has been I haven't read it so no flames!
Fanfiction time!

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A slender man with long silky hair the color of snow and a mysterious golden trinket hanging around his neck sat beside a pool, skipping stones across the surface of the water.

It was rare that he was able to leave the house and do as he wished, without getting possessed by his evil half-for indeed he was an entire half, though there were three of them. Ryou, as well, was an entire half. He was a whole, but a half as well.

He had never liked math.

Few people realized he existed. They knew of Ryou Bakura, of course, and some knew of the darker Spirit residing within the Millennium Ring. What they did not know was that there was another Spirit within the Ring, the one often left with the blame since only Ryou himself knew there were two of them.

Three thousand five hundred years ago, a magical village called 'Kuru Eruna' was sacrificed to create the Millennium Items, and the dark god known as Zork Necrophadisu was given life. What the army did not know was that a little boy, a strange white-haired boy with great powers and a gentle heart, had managed to survive the slaughter.

This man was to become known as the King of Thieves-Touzoku Ou Bakura-sama if you want to use his full name. Or, more simply, Bakura.

Bakura had two meanings, both painfully ironic-'Eternal Suffering' and 'Heart/Soul of Kuru Eruna.'

But something that no one but Bakura himself-and the one responsible, of course-knew was that he was not responsible for the damage he was causing. It was his skill, his power, and his body, but it was not him.

It was Zork Necrophadisu, the dark spirit who had learned of the powerful young man who had watched his family being slaughtered and realized the way to get what he wanted.

Before Necrophadisu controlled Bakura, he had been in love with the young Pharaoh known then as Atemu. Bakura, not Necrophadisu. He doubted Necrophadisu was capable of love.

After Necrophadisu decided to ruin Bakura's already-ruined life by controlling the white-haired boy, however, Bakura was able to speak to Atemu only once-and by then it was too late.

He was on the verge of death, and Atemu refused to believe that it hadn't been Bakura-just as, before, he had used to believe it had been.

So Bakura and Atemu were both sealed into the Ring, and Bakura never actually found out what had happened to his body-most likely it was still in Kuru Eruna, though he doubted it was lying right on top of the tablet, which he had collapsed on.

However, Bakura's soul wasn't the only one sealed into the Ring-Necrophadisu's was as well. The Yami no Bakura you know-you know, that vicious evil guy who makes a hobby out of scaring the shit out of people?-was Zork Necrophadisu.

Of course, Bakura and Ryou were the only ones who knew he existed, and the only ones who realized that Necrophadisu was using Bakura's power and skill-as well as Ryou's body-to achieve his own twisted goals. And there was nothing they could do about it.

Another thing few people knew was that some of Necrophadisu was in the Puzzle as well, but not enough to possess him-just enough to separate two sides of the Pharaoh, so that the Puzzle contained two spirits as well.

One is the one we all know and maybe half of us love, the one called Yami. Well, it's my fanfiction, and I'm calling him Yu-Gi-Oh. 'Yami' was the evil one, as cruel and merciless as Necrophadisu-he did what he did for `noble' reasons, but his punishments were cruel and he hardly ever played fair.

And 'noble' didn't mean he was above blowing up five seniors so Yugi and his friends could get a good place in a school carnival (he really did that!)

Yugi didn't know about him, and Bakura wasn't sure if Yu-Gi-Oh did either. He knew about Yami, and of course Necrophadisu had to know. Ryou didn't know.

Only Ryou and Necrophadisu know about me, he thought sadly, gazing at his reflection in the pool-as mirrors reflected the soul of a person, both water and glass showed him as he truly looked. Or rather, how Touzoku Ou Bakura truly looked.

Most of the time, Necrophadisu looked like Bakura or Ryou. But sometimes, when he got away with himself, he would gain a more crazed and terrifying look-overly spiked hair, wild eyes, things like that. Ever seen how he looked in Battle City?

There was one foolproof way to tell them apart-Necrophadisu had red eyes, Bakura had blue eyes, and Ryou had green eyes. But often, if not always, Necrophadisu disguised his eyes to turn them brown, and he used the same illusion to make Ryou's eyes seem brown.

He had done it to Bakura, too, not that there was any reason to. As long as Bakura's sad but pure heart remained full of the grief which had plagued him since he was six, Necrophadisu had complete control over Bakura, so the illusion wouldn't even be seen.

Not by anyone they knew, anyway.

Still gazing at the pool, he had the sudden urge to rip off his clothes and jump in the pool and bathe and bathe and bathe, as he had so many times in Egypt.

But he would never feel clean. He could never wash away the blood and tears, both of himself and others. It was not modesty he was worried about-no one would see him, and in Egypt it was perfectly natural to walk around naked.

He himself had never done it, but that was mostly to hide the scars marring his beautiful body.

He hated it. He hated the past that had made his life so miserable, hated the Ring which held the soul of him and the source of all his trouble, hated the body that had been the vessel of all that power and darkness, hated the four skilled graceful hands which had murdered and stolen against the wills of their owners.

He hated himself, as well. And hated Necrophadisu most of all.

No, he did not hate the Pharaoh. He should have-if not for his actions in this one, for his actions in the last. After all, every time Necrophadisu was sent to the Shadow Realm, so was he. And it wasn't as if sending Necrophadisu there helped.

Necrophadisu was the god of darkness, how could the Shadow Realm hurt him? Bakura and Ryou it could hurt, but not him.

But Bakura could not forget his love for the Pharaoh in the past. Bakura was not cruel by nature. Quite the contrary, he was one of the kindest people you could ever meet-not that you will ever meet him. Powerful, yes. Insane, perhaps a little-though who could blame him? Sad, definitely.

But not cruel. Never cruel.

His heart was sad and bitter, but it was a gentle heart. It was easier for him to love than it was to hate, unless the thing he was to love or hate might have something to do with him or Necrophadisu. He loved Ryou. He loved the moon. He loved music. He loved stars.

And he loved the Pharaoh.

Ryou and Yugi were lights. Necrophadisu and Yami were darks. What was Bakura? What was Yu-Gi-Oh?

Things aren't always black and white, he thought bitterly. In fact, they almost never are. Usually, there are many shades of gray.

Many misty shades of gray.

|Baku-sama?| The light's voice was timid-Ryou knew how much Bakura treasured the precious moments of freedom he had outside of the house.

Bakura felt a wry sort of amusement-Ryou was comfortable enough around the much gentler of the Spirits to call him `Baku,' something he would have never have done if it were someone else, but in enough awe of the ancient and powerful being who had suffered so much and was the only reason Necrophadisu was not laughing over the Pharaoh's bloody corpse to use sama.

Bakura was the only one he would call sama.

|You need to sleep, don't you?| Bakura asked sadly, and not without regret-these opportunities to walk about freely were rare. when he had control he had to remain indoors, and he could paint and think in his soul room, though there was no music.

|I'm sorry, Baku-sama| Ryou's voice replied regretfully, but Bakura soothed away his apology-it wasn't his fault, after all, and Ryou was one of the few comforts in his life.

Bakura was the same to Ryou-though there were some differences. Ryou had his friends, though he had admitted more than once that it seemed as if they didn't understand him-which they didn't, of course.

How could they?

Also, there was the fact that Ryou looked up to Bakura as a guardian and someone to confide in. Bakura, on the other hand, thought of Ryou more as a younger sibling who needed his protection.

In Kuru Eruna, Diabaundo and the spirits of Kuru Eruna were the only comforts he had-and there were bad sides to that. His mother and best friend were not among them, and the spirits constantly begged for revenge and freedom. And Diabaundo, besides not being human, was as much under Necrophadisu's control as he was.

Now he knew that his mother was not among the spirits because she had been turned into a Duel Monster-the Change of Heart, to be precise. This was a good thing, because it made it much easier for him and Ryou to outsmart Necrophadisu in Duelist Kingdom-not that Bakura didn't have deep regrets about putting his white-haired light in danger.

Then again, there were those words-"Death is better than being controlled by an evil spirit." How true.

|You're thinking of Mou Hitori no Yugi, aren't you?| Ryou asked. He knew of Bakura's feeling about the Pharaoh and sympathized-something which made Bakura wonder who his light loved. He didn't ask though-he knew he would find out eventually.

|You know, someday Necrophadisu will be defeated, and we'll be free. And Mou Hitori no Yugi will find out there was another one there all along, a nice one who had suffered so much but still fought on because he was a good person and he loved him, and he'll love you too.|

<I hope so, Ryou> Bakura thought sadly. <I certainly hope so>

With a final sigh, Bakura got to his feet-which was difficult, since they were numb from staying in the same position so long-and retreated to his soul room, permitting Ryou to take control.

They could both use a little rest.