Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ That Devil ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Jou shot up into a sitting position, panting heavily and clutching his shirt where his heart would be. What…what kind of dream was that?! Why had he been chained?! Why had he been so unenergetic?! What was the purpose of it?! And who was that…that…that devil?! That devil that struck a fear deep into his heart that he had not realized it until the nightmare ceased! That devil who…who—dare he remind himself of it?!—kissed him! KISSED HIM!! Of all the things to do, why that?!

 

But…was it a kiss? He had just had this prick in the back of his mind that was telling him that there was at least some pressure on his lips, but never specified that another's were upon his. Then again…

 

Jou's fingertips touched his still-tingling lips gingerly.

 

It felt so…real. The kiss, imaginary or not, made him feel…alive, you could say. It excited him, yet it scared him. Was that normal? He had never really kissed anyone other than his sister, and that was a different case. Hell, he had never even kissed Mai! He was close a few times, but never did. The feeling in his lips wouldn't go away even as he rubbed them against his arms, as if cleaning them off. The feeling wouldn't fade, and, tired, quit self-bruising his mouth.

 

Jou never had his first kiss, so he didn't know if one was supposed to—if at all real—make him feel as he did so. Shizuka had, yes; she couldn't stop saying how dreamy and joyous it was for her the morning after. She would elaborate on her date's charming attitude and how he made her very insides flutter and shy at the sight of him. Shizuka, like her brother, had never been quite profound with words, describing the kiss as any teenage girl would: dreamy, gentle, heart-racing, soft, and quick. But Jou was a male, and surely did not have this same girly-ness; even if he was gay.

 

He remembered that his darling sister had had her first kiss with a guy she liked a lot. Jou didn't even think he had a crush on anyone. He had no specific, romantic feeling to any of his classmates, and surely had no lust for them, either. Although as he thought back, he had always felt something different around Malik Ishtar. It was just something about him, maybe looming over him, which made Jou look twice at the Egyptian. There was just something…something dark…something evil…something…something…

 

Jou gasped.

 

Something like that Devil.

 

Oh, that Devil! Jou's anger flustered about him, making his throat audibly vibrate. He hated it! The reason, however, he could not automatically place. Jou sat still and thought about it, trying to fit the pieces he had together into one picture.

 

What was it about Malik that made him shiver? Well, it wasn't Malik himself, but more like something that was, well, a part of him. But why would something that was a part of Malik be the center of hatred for him? Malik was good, highly mischievous and cunning, but good since Battle City ended…

 

Wait!

 

Battle City! That's right! Malik's yami had stolen his body and tried to steal the God cards! And the first time he used the Winged Dragon of Ra, his God card, was in his first battle! And his opponent in that battle was—

 

…Mai.

 

And…he had made her suffer…and loose her memories…and sent her to the Shadow Realm…hospitalized her…hurt her…hurt her.

 

That's why he hated that darkness! That's what bothered him when he was around Malik! That's what it was! And now he knew why he hated it so much. Because it hurt Mai. Even though he was gay, he cared deeply for her. Jou loved her like a best friend/sister, and would protect her from anything. That's why he hated that Darkness. That's why.

 

But…did this link with the Devil?

 

Jou gritted his teeth.

 

He is th' Devil...

 

Him! It was all him! He who made Mai suffer! He who tried to kill Rishid! It was him! Him, him, him, HIM! All him! That bastard!

 

That selfish, cold-hearted, greedy little son of a—

 

What am I thinkin'? I'm thinkin' i' as if i' were a human! Jou thought, clenching his fists tightly. That thing ain't no human. There ain't no way.

 

Psycho…

 

Lunatic…

 

Bastard…

 

Murderer…

 

Devil.

 

That's what it was. It was all those things. It was Evil. It was the Darkness. It was everything Jou and his friends fought against; and won. Yami no Malik.

 

Yet…a part of him reached out to the darkness of the night, seeking a pair of arms. Only, the arms were of a sun-kissed color and graced with five, shining, golden bands on the forearms and one on the upper arm. Then that part of Jou began to look more at the Darkness. Three golden chokers hid his elegant neck while they were hidden from side view by platinum blond hair curling over his shoulders. A pitch-black cloth clung to his well-formed chest, tucked into loose khaki pants held up by a black leather belt. Traveling back up his body, Jou could recall the handsome, composed face of the Torturer. Narrowed, cold violet eyes glared down, outlined (seemingly) naturally with an artistic streak from the corners, going up then down then curving down again. However, these wondrous eyes were sometimes concealed beneath wild bangs that stuck out to the side while locks of hair protruded from the back of his head into dangerous-looking spikes. And billowing behind him was his royal violet cloak.

 

Jou slowly slipped into that part of him that admired Yami no Malik. Gradually he began to seek for the yami's comfort and warmth. Those strong, suggestively welcoming arms looked open to him; and him only. He sought for the protection he thought the Darkness could give him, and his soul appeared to be gliding towards the Devil hidden within the darkness while his mortal body lay in chains. And softly, quietly, Jounouchi whispered,

 

“I'm right `ere, Marik.”

 

Then it all crashed.

 

Brought back to sudden reality, Jou yelled out at his own weakness. He let that monster somehow deceive him! Seduce him! He…he even called him…Marik. That Devil deserved no name of his own! Never!! He didn't even deserve to breath!! He didn't deserve ANYTHING!!

 

Jou was now standing up, taking his anger out on the air, throwing death-blow punches and snapping out hard kicks, yelling out his aggravation. Each punch was aimed at where a teen of around his height's vital places would be; and they were aimed with a deep ferocity. Needless to say, Jou hated that Devil even more so now.

 

Now that he realized that he—

 

“You're not going to hurt anybody with sissy punches like those, Little Jounouchi.”

 

Jou froze immediately in mid-blow.