Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Three-In-One Combo ❯ The High Priest ( Chapter 11 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Author's Notes: Warning: Graphic animal cruelty! I'll put asterisks around the nasty section, so if that stuff bothers you, DON'T READ IT! I personally think it's one of the most disgusting things I've ever read, and I can't believe I wrote it. I felt like throwing up as I typed it. You have been warned. It's not entirely necessary, but I think it fits, and you'll figure out what happens there later anyway, because people will mention it. I don't know if I got Malik's character quite right, but it's too late now. Also, you'll get to learn Ankh and Scale's real names in this one! And the Rod spirit's but his is no secret. They're real Egyptian names, too. Shadi and I will still refer to them as "Ankh" and "Scale," but tell me what you think. And review this. And give me chocolate!! I was just sentences from the end the other day when I decided I didn't like where it had gone and ripped out the last few chapters. I was going to have Shadi stay in Japan, but he really didn't like that idea... So any help with an ending would be much appreciated.

Ankh: Um... I'm not really supposed to be doing this, because I'm kind of... incapacitated right now, if you hadn't noticed. But Scale's being lazy and I can't find him anywhere, so I suppose I'll have to do it... Indigo does not own Yu-Gi-Oh. She says she owns me and Scale, but I don't think she told Shadi about that... And she doesn't even have our Items! She tried to make an Ankh out of a hanger and duct tape, but honestly, it looks fairly bad... No offense to her, of course. So I don't think you want to sue her, because if you did, you would only get the rest of her duct tape. I hope that was good enough! Thank you for listening. I'm off to find Scale...


Three-In-One Combo!


Shadi, Isis, and Malik sat around the table eating. There was steak and a salad. Shadi and Isis carefully cut up their meat, and neatly ate their salad. Malik stabbed a whole steak with his fork and ripped off chunks with his sharp, bright white teeth. The Millennium Rod leaned against his chair next to him.

\\What a neurotic little worm...\\

/No more pride in your "creation"? Your "special project"?/

\\Shut up and eat, you buffoon.\\


After dinner, Isis had to go over to the museum where she worked, so Shadi was left alone with Malik. As soon as she left, Malik ran to his room and came out with a mouse in his hand. He went into the kitchen with it and Shadi followed in morbid curiosity. ******Nastiness ahead!******** He watched in horror as Malik stapled the mouse to the cutting board by its feet belly-up. He took the Millennium Rod's knife out and cut carefully from the mouse's throat to its tail. The mouse squeaked desperately and struggled to get free, its organs oozing out onto the cutting board. To Shadi's disgust, he heard Malik humming happily as he meticulously cut the mouse up. He even made little noises of appreciation as he gulped down the organs one by one. Shadi and Scale were speechless with revulsion. ********It's over! Thank Ra!*******

Malik turned to Shadi with some blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. "Luckily for you, I'm in a good mood today. Come on, let's watch a movie." He went to the living room to root through his video collection.

/By Ra, this must be the most disturbing person I've ever met.../

"Here it is!" Malik exclaimed gleefully, pulling a video out. "End of Evangelion! The main guy's a wuss, but there're lots of exploding heads and stuff."

Shadi reluctantly sat down on the edge of the sofa. Malik put the tape in the VCR, turned on the TV, and hopped onto the other side of the couch. As the movie started, Malik grabbed a bag half full of popcorn off the floor, snatched Shadi's pillow, and sat on the floor to be closer to the screen.

/I can't figure it out... If this isn't the Rod's spirit, then who or what is it?/

\\How should I know? And why should I care? Ask him and see if he cuts you up like that mouse.\\

/I think we're going to have to enter his mind. Wake up Ankh for a moment, would you?/

\\Heh... Gladly.\\

/Quickly, Scale. Nothing too elaborate./

\\You're the most boring person in existence!\\ Shadi sensed Scale stalk over to Ankh's soul room, bang on the door, enter, and shake the other spirit awake. \\Get up you lazy pest!\\

//Huh? Scale? What?// Ankh mumbled.

/Ankh, take me into this boy's mind./

//Hmm? Oh, what a disturbed person... Okay.// Shadi pointed the Ankh at the back of Malik's head and turned it. Ankh put him into the young Egyptian's mind. Shadi felt Scale wander back to his own soul room muttering about how useless Ankh was.


Malik's mind was similar to Yugi's and Ryou's, with two doors along a long hallway. But at the end of the corridor, Shadi saw a dark, forbidding fog. With Ankh's powers helping him, he was almost overcome by the rage, fear, and pain that made up the cloud.

/Rrgh... Ankh, go back to sleep. This is too much./

Ankh, too tired to care how horrible he felt, did as he was told. That lessened the negative feelings to a bearable amount.

Without Ankh's heightened ability to sense emotions, Shadi took in his surroundings. The door on the left was gold with purple bits in it. It appeared to be welded shut. The door on the right was gray stone with bits of blue and violet in it. It was set far back in the wall, separating itself from the rest of the mind. There was a vague blue force field around the edges of it.

/Will you join me, or are you just going to sit there?/

\\The patterns on that door were only used by the leading black mage and high priest. He was the smartest person around... besides me, of course. We didn't get along well.\\

/I see. So you're just going to sit there like a lump, then?/

\\When he traps you in here, it'll be entirely your fault! I think we should get out of here now.\\

?Very well then.../ Shadi approached the door on the right and knocked. ...And knocked... and knocked again. Although he knew that an empty soul room could not be locked, no one came to answer the door. Shadi tried a few more times; knocking, rattling the handle, pushing, and calling out to the room's inhabitant.

\\Oh give it a rest, mush brain. He's not going to answer no matter how much you try.\\

/I'm not leaving until I get to talk to this spirit. So you'd better get comfortable./

Scale growled. \\I'm not staying in here any longer!\\

/You have no choice. Unless you'd like to help?/

Scale 'hmph'ed and muttered under his breath.

Shadi continued to try to get through the door for about ten minutes. If nothing else, he was very persistent.

Finally, Scale couldn't take it any more. \\SETH YOU EGOTISTICAL FAKE!! OPEN THIS DOOR BEFORE I COME IN THERE AND IMPALE YOU ON YOUR OWN ROD!!!\\ he screamed at the top of his lungs, making the Millennium Scales shake.

There was a slight noise behind the door, and after a few seconds it opened. The spirit looking out at Shadi looked like a young man with short brown hair and narrow, piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a mage's uniform slightly similar to Ankh's, but his was deep blue and much crisper and more formal. He looked at Shadi distrustfully.

"Shadi," Seth the Rod spirit said. "I see you've caught up with me again. I wondered when you'd show up in here." He glanced down at the Scales at Shadi's belt. "It's been a while, Senui. You still haven't learned any patience. I can't say I'm surprised. Still clinging to anyone stronger than you like the worthless dog you are?"

Scale appeared angrily. "At least I've got some control over my own host! Have you looked out at yours lately!?"

That was a mistake. The taller Rod spirit stepped up to Scale, grabbed the neck of his robe, and flung him into the soul room behind him. Shadi quickly followed the two spirits.

"I never wanted this boy! He's not even the right one for me! You forced me to live in a half insane mind with some spirit of his own creation," Seth raged. "All I want is to find the one I'm supposed to be with so I can have someone up to my intellect to live with and be able to relax for once! Do you know what it's like having to live here YEAR AFTER YEAR!?" His voice reached a hysterical note.

"Please, calm down," Shadi urged the enraged Rod spirit. "I came about this... other spirit. What is it? Where did it come from?"

Seth left Scale to get up and dust himself off, and went over to Shadi. It was dark in the room, but the little patch of light they were in was good enough to see by.

"It was there when I get here. I wondered about it myself. It turns out that when Malik was ten years old, his father tattooed his whole back with information about the fabled "God Cards." As you might imagine, Malik didn't enjoy that much. All of his pain, fear, hate, and other negative emotions condensed to form the cloud you saw in the hallway. The day I was given to him," he paused to glare at Scale, "the powers he drew from me combined with the extra burst of horror he experienced when he saw his servant being beaten made that negativity into a whole new being."

"So you just let it take over? Are you really that weak?" Scale taunted.

"Watch it, Senui," the high priest growled. "I told you I want nothing to do with any of this. I'm just trying to find my rightful owner, my descendent." He turned back to Shadi. "I sensed him in this city, so I made Malik and his sister move here. Other than that, I let him do what he wants with the Rod."

"I normally would approve of that completely," Shadi said, "but have you seen what he's like?"

"He's a disgusting, bloodthirsty psychopath!" Scale exclaimed.

"I don't care," Seth said. "He can do what he likes. He's slowly bringing me closer to my rightful partner, and that's all that matters. Now if you're quite finished interrogating me, get out of here."

"Gladly, you arrogant prick!" Scale snarled.

"I'm afraid we can't just yet," Shadi said. "Ankh was barely strong enough to bring us in here, and now I can't feel him at all."

Seth looked up, slightly interested. "Oh, I didn't even sense him before. Ankhkare had a fair amount of talent as a healer. It must have taken a lot to knock him out like that."

"Hmph. He's just a weakling," Scale said.

"No, I wasn't talking about you," Seth said, still looking at the Ankh. "Very well then. If you must stay, then make yourselves comfortable." He gestured at a couple of chairs at the light's edge that Shadi hadn't seen before. Shadi and Scale sat, waiting for Ankh to regain enough strength to take them out of this mind. If he could.


Endnote: Oh, look at this! Heh heh... I still love Ankh, but I have been known to try to kill off my favorites before... You'll just have to see! And no, nobody likes Scale. He's very lucky he was paired with tolerant people like Shadi and Ankh. So please review, and give me ideas for an ending.