Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Young God ❯ Chapter 2b ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 2b

" Feels almost alien." Seto said softly as he closed his eyes. Yami was sitting at his bedside as he had done so many years ago.
" You didn't have to do that, Yami."
" I know." Yami answered. " But...I just wanted to, to make sure it was, was real."

Seto sat up from the bed and laughed.

" Always, from when I was a child, you've been there to be my guardian. So now you're off guarding another, eh?"
" Jealous, Seto?"
" Not really." Seto looked down. " I guess I'll never get use to this world though. So many dark things that I cannot understand. That the other gods cannot understand. But I do know injustice. I don't want to stay here any longer."

He sighed. " And yet I can't leave Mokuba."

" You're scared." Yami whispered.
" Who wouldn't be?" Seto asked. " I can't go home, I can't stay here, and I can't tell the truth either."
" You can to me. You've been given the permission." Yami said unhappily.

" The truth is," Seto muttered. " I was hurt, but I wasn't killed. The gods were planning to force me down here anyway, because they knew you would be awakened sooner or later."

Yami was silent.
" But how am I supposed to tell the others that I came here to observe them?" Seto asked. " I mean, it made the other priest mad. And I don't think Jou appreciates me more after tonight."
" Don't worry about him."
" I can't. I am sick, that's the truth, and lately my powers have been going haywire."
" Can I help?"

Seto smiled. " Again?"
" Why not? You were my little priest, you know."

Seto chuckled, looking at Yami. " Little? Who's the little one now? You should know, gods do have growth spurts."
" Growth spurts!" Yami laughed. " Well, quite a growth spurt this one is! You had to take five thousand years to grow from a shrimp into a telephone pole!"
" Shrimp! I was no shrimp! A shrimp wouldn't have defeated fifteen priests and priestess in a glaring match and than in a duel of dark magic, good Ra! And a shrimp would most definetely not stand up to the Mind Crush which you used to try to kill me!"
" Mind...crush." Yami stuttered. " I..."

Seto realized he had said something wrong.
" Gomen nasai." He said softly.
" Iie, it's, it's alright." Yami gave the younger spirit a squeeze. " Don't worry about it."
" Why are you the one reassuring me?"
" Because I lost you before."

There was a brief silence as Seto studied Yami to find out what he meant.
" You...you..." Seto stuttered, his face suddenly pale. Yami rose slowly.

" Seto?"
" Iie, iie, I'm fine."
" You're not fine. This is too pale for you. Seto, is something wrong?"
" It's just-just another one of those...fits coming up, Yami, go-go-now,"
" I'm not going anywhere." Yami held Seto's shoulders. He suddenly felt the action very familiar.

Seto's eyes pleaded with him and Yami saw blood trickling out. He suddenly knew what was going on, and silently took a handkerchief and wiped the blood off gently.
" Is this it?"
" Hai."
" Does it hurt?"
" Hai."

The two looked at each other and Seto suddenly smiled.
" So unlike a Pharaoh."
" So unlike a Priest."

Seto closed his eyes and leaned forward, into Yami's shoulder, trying to relieve the sudden headache. Yami smiled sadly, remembering the day so long ago when Seto had done a similar thing, terrified he was, and as the two sat in the night, in the dim light of the lamp, outside it was raining.

" Sir, Mr. Pegasus has sent you this letter here." Said the secretary. Seto received the envelope and sighed, completely annoyed.

" Can't use powers." He muttered. " Let me guess, he's written to tell me to come to Industrial Illusions so that I can meet my doom. Really, why bother? I'm immune to millenium magic, now that I've been exposed to it."
" You're not in a good mood today, are ye, Kaiba?" Jou asked.
" Who wouldn't be?" The young immortal answered. " First I get another message telling me that I must report to the immortal council by the end of next Friday thirty years later, and plus, we have a nice little-!"
" Are you alright?" Ryou asked. " You look pale for some reason."
" Iie, iie, just one of those-elgh!"
" Fits." Yugi answered.
" When did these start happening?" Yami asked.
" Ever since I came."
" Which time?"
" This time, you baka." Seto answered bitterly. " This time, since I'm older, I'm truly a guinea pig."
" Do't think like that." Yami scolded. Seto rolled his eyes.

" The first time his magic actually did fly off," Yami chuckled, " Was the time during one of the offerings to the gods-most likely Anubis, though I'm not sure, but usually it's for Ra so I don't know. Anyway, Seto was offering when one of the pigs squealed really loudly and started running at him, and he got so scared ( he was never really close to a pig before), that he made cold white stuff fall from the sky which I now found it it was snow, and of course that made the other noblemen really unhappy, since they were so use to gold hot stuff and not cold white stuff."
" Why was he so afraid of you before?" Anzu suddenly asked. " He's more powerful than you are, right?"

Yami frowned. " He was." He answered. " But somehow he grew weaker and weaker, both physically and emotionally. Somehow he wasn't able to stand the mortal world and needed my protection. Right now I think that's what's happening, but since he was here a lot longer he started to throw up blood, which is bad, and if he doesn't go home soon, I don't know what will happen."

The gang, as before, were at Seto's mansion, Seto upstairs with Mokuba and the guests in the living room watching television, or had been, because now they were more interested in the god.

" He use to sing." Yami laughed. " Hard to imagine, eh? Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corps, use to sing! It was a long time ago. It wasn't in Egyptian either. It was in some other language, beautiful and mysterious. I still remember the words.

" Na tou ming ren shima eaina,
Cou lanei tori kong mei laa,
Syoutu feng hua bai shima ehn sha,
Long meen, you ming na."

The song was beautiful, with an immortal quality to it, and the words flowed over like silk in water.

" What does it mean?" Honda asked, whispering, for all of them felt that if they speak any louder wouldn't be appropriate.

" In Japanese, it means that he's lonely, but he looks up at the moon and wonders whether his family is looking at the same moon, and thinking about him as he was about them. It also sings of his home, beautiful with luxurious gardens, pillars of pale marble, and looking at the moon he heard songs of angels playing lyres, flutes twittering, and then he looks at himself and sees a plain of sand, gold as the coming dawn."
" It means all that? But it's so short!" Jou cried.
" The language is sophisticated, Jou." Yami answered. " Remember, Seto's a god."
" He wants to go home." Yugi answered. " And he still does."

Seto looked at his hands, watching the sun set slowly.
" I thought when Yami remembered everything would be easier." He whispered to himself. " My hands. They're not supposed to be that pale, are they?"

" Mela. Seto, konsan."
" Of course. Always new orders." Seto said bitterly. " I wonder, if I kill myself just now I could be more at peace." His heart tightened in his chest as he felt tears well up in his eyes. " Always a servant. No matter how old. They never treat me with any respect."
" Asha."
" Iie." Seto suddenly began laughing. " Iie. As if I'm going to listen to you up there. Kawaii! Are you so naive? My god, I've stayed here too long."

And with that, the young child crumbled and didn't get up again.