Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Second Age ❯ TSA-07 ( Chapter 7 )

Katsu groaned as he came too, he was in a dimly lit. . . He gazed around at the cavern walls. He was in a dimly lit cave, the walls appeared wet, shimmering; the air was heavy with moisture and in the distance the sound of water could be heard tricking along. Looking about he saw candles everywhere, old melted wax as the base in which they sat that stated many candles had been burned there before, upon Stalagmites and in alcoves upon the wall, or along the wall to rest on the floor in puddles of wax.

There were also bones, a full skeleton, some skulls sitting on the Stalagmites making a base for the candles, and he hadn't noticed it at first but moisture wasn't the only thing thick in the air; blood that he hadn't noticed, a metallic smell giving the air a tang. He shuddered as he sat up completely, his chains clinking together that bound him upon a raise of stone, almost like an alter. He looked about panicked, testing the chains that were embedded into solid stone to reach and wrap about his wrist and ankles, one about his neck almost like a dog that was collared.

"Those are all connected, through the stone. Not just embedded into it as you are thinking." Katsu went stock still at the voice behind him. He recognized the voice, the one who promised vengeance upon him. Katsu turned around slowly, making the Vampire chuckle, which made the Necromancers blood run cold. "Well, looks like I got myself a prize."

"Well, are you going to torture me now, or just talk my ears off." Katsu put up a brave front, though he was terrified beyond belief. He wanted Seth! He wanted his Vampire, not this one. "Or were you just going to use me to snack on between meals?"

"I haven't decided that quite yet, for what I need you for, I need you alive." He all but purred, as he approached the blond, his dark countenance twisted into a smile. He was lovely to behold, there was no denying that, but his evil soul took some of that beauty away. He took a moment to walk around Katsu, admiring the young man. "But I intend to leave a lasting impression on you . . . I'll avoid your face though, I would hate to mar it."

"What do you need me alive for?" Katsu asked, his fear slipping into his voice making the Assamite smirk at him. He swallowed nervously, not liking this one bit. If what Seth told him of the Assamite clan held true, the man was probably out to kill Katsu and commit Diablerie upon Seth. In a horrid way.

"Well, you just answered your own question, Katsu Jono, an abused farmers son. When you killed your father you kept his blood. How sweet, for your magic it would have to have been yours or a family members' so you chose his." Kageshi spoke as he reached out to move a stray lock of gold from Katsu's face. "You would make a worthy vampire . . Ah, what is this? A sister?"

"Get Out Of My Mind!" Katsu yelled staring at the man in horror. He wasn't aware Assamites could read peoples minds, either that, or he learned it from drinking the blood of another Vampire.

"The Latter," he answered the question, "you would be amazed at what the Tremere know, but this skill I learned from a Tzimisce who had honed it to almost perfection before I drank of him." He responded to Katsu's unspoken thoughts. "I won't touch your sister, if you do as I command. Don't worry you won't be betraying Seth or Kezkel, they'll know it's trap when you return to them with my message."

"And what are you going to command of me?" Katsu asked hesitantly. He didn't trust this Vampire, as the Clan was known for their evil deeds, he didn't believe that his sister was safe from him.

"Now, Now. I am an Honourable assassin, I won't touch your little sister if you do a as I say." Katsu stared up at him expectantly. "Remove your robes." Katsu stared at him in shock, shaking his head. "Ah then I get to hunt down the precious child and drink of her life and perhaps even Embrace her."

"No!" Katsu panicked, reaching out as the man turned away as if to leave. "Alright, Clothes off. Doing so now." Katsu said, trembling as he started to remove his clothes, the Assassin pausing and looking over his shoulder to watch the blond. Katsu hoped the vampire hadn't taken to much of a liking to him. "Just, stay away from her."

"I find nothing to my liking little mortal. I feel only pain, pleasure is lost on me." He smiled as Katsu's clothes came off, the blond using the tunic to cover himself. "Drop it on the floor little mortal." Katsu did as ordered. "Good." He moved to pick up the clothes, depositing them in the fire pit in the middle of the floor.

"You bastard!" Before Katsu knew what hit him, he was hanging off the side of the stone slab, the side of his face stinging from the impact. He held his tears back, using the chains to pull himself back up. His thoughts turned to his sister immediately, what if he went after her because of that.

"She is safe, you have done as told, fore you merely insulted me and were punished. See I'm not all that bad. . . Yet." He spoke calmly, walking towards a corridor. "Relax for the time, for when I return shortly, you will be screaming."

Then he was gone, leaving Katsu to stare in horror in his wake. The blond's bottom lip trembled slightly, but he refused to cry. He was ready for death, and whatever tortures this man had in mind for him. He lay down on the slab of stone, making himself resolute to go away. He wouldn't feel anything when it began; all he had to do was project himself out of his body. If he stayed gone long enough, his body would die. With that thought, he let his soul fly free from its mortal shell. He only hoped Seth would be sleeping when he found him. . .

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Seth was staring at the stars, he could see them through the open walls that let the cool desert air blow through the temple of Set. He was missing Katsu dearly. Not only because he was the only one who could handle the stir crazy Kezkel; but because he was lonely for the other man's touch. He smiled at the thought, ignoring the huge snake that slithered past him on the ground.

It was an ability his clan had, having the power over snakes, though few could master it completely. They spoke to him and he could speak in return. This particular serpent was exotic, he wasn't sure what it was, but he thought it a python. Seth had rescued the poor creature from a seller in the market, along with the creatures mate and their hatchlings. She was currently down in his crypt resting, preferring to not roam far from her eggs.

'My master appears disturbed. . .' It hissed out, rearing up to face him, its' head resting on the arm of Seth's chair. It's long sinuous body wrapped about the feet, it's tail wrapped about one of Seth's ankles in comfort.

'Not disturbed, just thoughtful.' Seth returned as he looked at his newest friend. He was making some weird friends here of late, Kezkel, Katsu, A snake that had no name.

'There is a difference?'' It asked, genuinely confused as it gazed up at him. Seth nodded, a small smile gracing his features. 'What is it that makes you thoughtful master?''

'The fact you call me master.' Came Seth's hissing reply as he grinned down at the reptile. If a snake could give a funny look this one did. He didn't know why he was different, true the other Setites could control snakes, but the snake lost its' self to their powers. With Seth it was different, he had the choice, it wasn't the power over beast, but the ability to commune with it.

'Seth, then realizes his powers we have not known since days so old.' The Serpent spoke with a hiss as it slithered up the chair, it's tail curling around the Priests' neck. 'You are different, your brethren merely control, yet you can do so and more. Perhaps something else disturbs you.'

'Just met have we, and all ready you know me so well.' Seth returned with a sigh. He felt comfortable talking with the snake, as if they were meant to be familiar with each other. Like a Mage and his pet. 'My powers are more than those who are older than I. I learn something new about myself with no end in sight. I have had my powers listed before me, and still that list was incomplete. And I miss my mate.'

'Such things as to miss your mate is hard, even my kind find loyalty to the bearer of our child.' The snake slithered to rub it's head against Seth's cheek, almost catlike in the action. 'Fear not, you know he will return to you. Though life for me is not as long as yours, My Children from hence forth will serve you alone. You have taken care of My mate and I, not enslaving us as the others do.'

'I try to keep some humanity, but it slips away.' Seth hissed back sadly. He glanced out the window when he saw Kezkel carrying on a conversation with the air next to him. 'And my sanity, but with my childe it is difficult.'

'He speaks with your mate master. . .' The Serpent seemed confused, it's head tilting as it watched. 'Merely the spirit of the one you call Katsu. . .' Seth looked at the snake from the corner of his eye, then back to Kezkel who was jumping up and down. Surely that couldn't be true. . .

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"But if you don't return to your body and live!" Kezkel was bouncing in one spot, refusing to give up the fight. Sure he was bat-shit, a few camels short a caravan and just one card short of a full deck. Didn't mean he didn't have his advantages, like seeing the dead, when he remembered he could do that. "Something bad will happen!"

"What could possibly happen?" Katsu asked as he floated next to the lunatic. He had been floating about, waiting for sunrise so he could invade Seth's dreams if nothing else. Instead Kezkel had called out to him. The Malkavian could see him as if he were truly standing right there and not floating about as a spirit. "My life is not that important should I die, but this Assamite Assassin is intent on keeping me prisoner and using me."

"Of course, he is setting a trap, but the real trap will be when Father and I rescue you from his clutches!" Kezkel chirped as he passed by a few disciples of Set who looked at him funny as he carried a conversation on with thin air. They were still finding it difficult to grow accustomed to the Malkavian's ways, but Seth protected the nut well. "It will be so romantic," Kezkel sighed dreamily as he continued. "Father will charge in, fangs bared and they will commence to fight for you while I break the chains that bind you! And when Father is victorious you'll run into his open arms and start one hell of a make out session in which it will end with . . ."

"Okay!" Katsu growled, turning red as everyone was giving Kezkel funny looks. Bad enough they all heard him during the incident in the coffin, their neighbors demanding they get their own crypt. But did the nutcase have to yell it out and jump about in the process! "Enough, find Seth and tell him what I told you."

"What did you tell me?" Kezkel asked, completely lost. He blinked around, then realized he was talking to himself. "What was I doing?" He started skipping off down the corridor. It must not have been very important if he forgot.

"Not this again!" Katsu screamed, flying around in a fit of frustration. When he got back in his body, and got away from the Assassin, he was going to hurt Kezkel. Drive the lunatic sane if he had too!

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"Father!" Kezkel bounced into the chamber Seth was in. He was supposed to tell Seth something, but what it was he had no idea. But he was supposed to tell him something!

"Kezkel, who were you talking to?" Seth asked as he stood up from his chair, his twenty foot snake still hanging on the back and watching the two of them. "Out in the gardens, you were talking to someone."

"I was?" Kezkel asked, looking confused. He glanced at the snake as it hissed.

'He was talking to your mate. For this I saw. It has obviously fallen out of his head rather soon, even for his kind." The Snake spoke, almost angrily, but he was told that Kezkel forgot things easily and accepted that. It didn't mean he didn't get frustrated with the Malkavian.

"Fenvang hissed at me Father!" Kezkel took a step back, ruby tears in his eyes. He didn't like it when the snake he named, just now, Fenvang, was mean to him. "Oh yeah, and my Lady Father said for you to rescue him from the Assamite who is abusing him!"

"Yes! I've been remembered!" Katsu cheered from his place on the astral plane. He did a little victory dance in mid air, cheering.

"Where is he?" Seth asked, ready to fly to the rescue.

"How the hell am I suppose to know?" Kezkel gave an exasperated sigh. "Just because he's floating over there, doesn't mean I can talk to him!"

"I love you and all Kezkel, but I'm going to drive you sane!" Katsu was ranting and raving in the background as the two continued. Seth taking a deep breath to calm himself.

"Kezkel, can you follow Katsu?" Seth asked, hoping someone would get the idea. Kezkel nodded child like, his eyes almost blank. Seth continued. "Let's go then."

Kezkel nodded and skipped out the door, following Katsu. Seth and Fenvang following. The snake spoke as it slithered along, thankful that Kezkel couldn't understand him. 'If his knowledge falls from his head again, I can follow Katsu. Just in case he loses his knowledge like always.'

'At least someone can.' Seth hissed back as they followed Kezkel into the night. Some of the other Setites curious as to what was amiss, but none dare approach Seth when his eyes were red as they were. The High Priest of Set was upset about something. . .

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Katsu ignored the pull of his body; he could go back for a short while during the day, which would be soon. Currently Seth was trying to get Kezkel to bury himself in the desert sands. Finally with some sweet-talking, the priest got him to bury himself, following suit the Priest did the same. Fenvang curling up on top of them just in case. Katsu sighed as the sun came up, deciding to head back to his body to see what the damage was.

Upon arrival to his body he found it on his stomach. He glanced around, not seeing the Assamite anywhere, then turned back to his body. There was no physical damage that he could see, no lash marks, no drainage of blood, carvings. Not even a hand print! He debated entering his body, floating back and forth next to himself.

Sighing he entered his body, groaning as he woke up. He was stiff as hell. His eyes were barely open, then wide as pain shot through him. He screamed trying to get away from the pain, but the chains binding him made it nearly impossible. He looked over his shoulder, growling in pain to see the Assassin, grinning at him, a knife stabbed through his calf. "You bitch!"

"Now, Now, what have I told you about saying such things to me." Kageshi murmured as he jerked the knife out, a pained sound escaping his captive. He crawled up his captives' bare body, jabbing the knife threw solid stone next to the blond's head. "Now I know you are more than just a Necromancer with such powers. I think I will have to bind your soul to your body."

Katsu went still, being bound to his body meant bad things. First no projection, but if the spell was powerful enough it could transcend death! Translated, if he died, he would be bound to his corpse. He shook his head, not wanting that. Kageshi lay upon him, petting his hair as he spoke, "Give me one reason why I shouldn't, and I won't."

"I can't, other than I don't want you too. . ." Katsu spoke, his voice slightly strained from the pain that was throbbing in his leg.

"Well, you have started my plan early, at least Seth is on his way here, with Kezkel." Kageshi jerked the knife from the stone with a grating sound and sparks flying, making the Necromancer flinch. "But I have this day to waste away, Unlike they who sleep at this time. I haven't rested in eight hundred years."

"By Anubis. . ." Katsu murmured, his voice soft with shock, then he added. "You are old!" He tried to keep from laughing as he glanced over his shoulder at the not so happy countenance of the Assamite. He chuckled nervously, "but at least you look good for your age. . ."

"I will have you screaming and begging in a way you never thought possible." Kageshi grinned as he slammed the blade of the knife into Katsu's shoulder, twisting it to make the blond screech in pain and agony. Kageshi had better ways of torture than just stabbing his victim, but he wanted to insure the blond wasn't going to be too naughty. After all, He had all day long to play and plenty of exotic and rare toys of pain in which to play with. He was going to have so much fun; he thought as he started licking at the rivulets of blood and drowning in the sweet taste.

{Um ....... yeah ...... Yummy. Blo~od mmmmm hehehe.}