Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Toxic ❯ My Immortal ( Chapter 1 )

Toxic

The Panasonic Princess

Author's Note: Well, here ya go, my first ficcy (under this name, at least). I'm hoping it'll be somewhat of a success. I like writing humor, but I thought I'd debut with something a little different. Hope you like.

What little lyrics I use are from Evanescence and the song is called My Immortal.

//…//- yami to hikari

/…/- hikari to yami

blah- thoughts

**blah**- flashbacks/dreams

*~*- lyrics

Chapter one:

My Immortal

*

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

But though you're still with me

I've been alone all along…

*

Seto Kaiba leaned against the railing of his bedroom balcony, staring out into the midnight blue sky. The stars were plentiful tonight, Seto realized as they began to wink at him. He scowled. Even the sky was mocking him.

This wasn't the first night he'd been unable to sleep. This wasn't the first night he'd spent his time staring up at the stars, looking for answers that weren't there. This wasn't the first night that he'd been kept awake by memories he didn't recall ever living through.

The same dream always plagued him night after night. He'd dubbed them memories, but they really weren't that. They were visions, as if someone were playing a movie in the back of his mind. They were foreign, unfamiliar. He was sure these were not his memories.

They definitely belonged to someone, though. Who this person was or why Seto was receiving his memories, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that they were way too detailed, too personal, to be dreams. It was like he was looking directly into someone's life and living it himself.

He couldn't make out anyone in the memories. All the faces were blurry, like his mind had forgotten what faces to put there. The voices were also slightly distorted. It took every bit of hearing he possessed to be able to make them out. They were talking about overthrowing something, about a tyrant that needed to be done away with. Who this tyrant was, Seto had no clue.

Okay, that's enough, he thought to himself as his head began to pound, I'm giving myself a headache. Maybe I should just go to bed and try to get some sleep…

"Isn't this the part where you're supposed to say `Romeo, O Romeo'?"

Seto jumped as the voice interrupted his train of thought, and he looked around for its owner. Then, he saw him.

Standing on the grass beneath the balcony, his arms crossed smugly, was Yami Yugi.

"It all depends on what play you're talking about," Seto shot back, "How did you get there without alerting the guards?"

"I have my ways," the spirit replied mysteriously. The brunette scowled.

"Well, leave before I have you arrested for trespassing."

"You wouldn't do that," Yami said simply.

"Try me," he snarled. Yami grinned.

"You've been having the dreams, haven't you?"

Seto gasped. What was this? How could Yami have known about his dreams?

Unless he's just messing with you… he's been known to do that…

"What are you talking about?" he hissed.

"The dreams. You've been experiencing the memories of my High Priest," Yami explained, the grin gone from his face.

"You're talking crazy."

"I can help you understand what they mean, and why you're having them."

Seto stared at him, looking into what he could see of the spirit's eyes, searching for the slightest bit of insincerity in them. It was hard to see, but he was sure there was no malice in Yami's words.

"How did you know to come here?" he asked weakly, his callous façade chipping away, "How did you know about the dreams?"

"Let me talk to you, face to face, and I will tell you."

Seto sighed again, his mind clouded. It was too late for this…

"I'll tell you what," he replied wearily, "You come over here first thing in the morning, before I go off to work, and… we'll talk all you want."

Yami grinned. Seto hated that grin.

"Fine," he said, "I'll be there."

Seto blinked, and Yami disappeared into the shadows, leaving Seto to wonder if he was ever really there, or if he had been talking to the grass…

But Yami kept his promise. The moment Seto awoke, one of the guards came and said that Yami was there, waiting for him. Seto groaned. He had said first thing in the morning-he hadn't expected Yami to take it so literally. He got dressed slowly, not really caring that he was keeping his guest waiting. The bastard could wait, if what he had to say was so important that he had to get up at all hours of the morning to say it.

It was eight o'clock when he finally made it downstairs. Yami was waiting for him in what Seto had dubbed `The Waiting Room', where all his guests waited for him. It was a disturbingly empty room-nothing but a few folding chairs sat on the floor, and a single clock adorned the sallow walls. It was the room that had intimidated many a guest.

But Yami was sitting there, cool as could be, looking like he rather be nowhere else in the world.

"Mutou," he barked, and Yami turned to him (he hadn't even jumped in surprise, Seto noticed, it was like he knew the brunette was there all along…). The spirit stood, and followed Seto out of the room without a word of instruction. Seto led him to one of the main rooms, a living room if you must, and they each took a seat on the soft plush chairs.

"You wanted to speak to me?" Seto snapped, urging Yami to hurry (not that he had anywhere important to be…).

"Yes, I did. You're having the dreams, aren't you?" Yami asked calmly, as if he had noticed Seto's rough tone.

"Yeah, you said something about some priest," Seto replied, "First you told me you were a pharaoh-are you trying to tell me you're Catholic, too?"

"The `priest' you talk of is the High Priest, Sethos. He was my most trusted advisor. He was also the man responsible for my death."

"Poor you," Seto shot back unsympathetically, "What does this guy have to do with me?"

"He is you."

There was a lengthy pause in which this information sunk in.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Yami," Seto purred silkily, his arms crossed, "But the last time I checked, I didn't live in ancient Egypt, and I didn't come out of a flashy piece of jewelry like you. Your story makes no sense."

"You're not exactly him; you're his reincarnation," Yami continued as if Seto hadn't said a word, "Kind of like Yugi. He isn't exactly me-he's me, reincarnated. My soul was simply reborn in him."

"Reincarnation?" Seto repeated, "You actually believe in that shit? You of all people should know that's all superstition-"

He cut himself off as Yami's eyes flashed dangerously. Seto mentally hit himself over the head for treading in that territory. He'd read about Egyptian history. He should have remembered that the ancient Egyptians took their religion very seriously. And here he was, insulting the very basis of Egyptian belief right to the face of the pharaoh himself…

"You may not believe it, Seto," Yami continued in a forced calm, "But it's all true. You are the reincarnation of the High Priest. Now, this question may seem a little… personal, but I have to know exactly what you're having visions about."

"Ask away."

"Well…" Yami's face turned a slight red, "Have your dreams ever crossed into material that was… well… sexual?"

Oh, had they ever. He'd witnessed nights of passion that would strike envy into the hearts of the most renowned writers of romance. He'd seen things he wasn't aware were possible. And it was always between the same two people… the owner of the memories-the High Priest-and someone he was never able to name, but seemed so familiar…

"Yes. Yes, they have," he snapped before his mind could go back to those nights and he'd have to make a quick trip to the bathroom, "Many times before. Who is the other one?"

"Well…" Yami turned redder, "That would be… me."

There was another pause, and Seto knew his mouth was hanging open, but didn't move to close it. There had to be a mistake. Him and Yami? It couldn't be true…

"We were lovers," Yami said, and tears suddenly came to his eyes, "Or I… I thought he loved me, anyway. It turns out he only used me so that he could gain control of the throne. All he wanted was the power. He never cared for me, not like I cared for him."

"That's not true," Seto found himself replying. Somehow, he felt he should defend his supposed preincarnation, "Yami, I've never been in love, but what I felt from the High Priest in those dreams had to be it. He loved you. He never wanted to plot against you," Seto rambled on, trying to recall exactly what he'd heard, "He was forced to. You were in danger. He was… so worried about your safety that he had to put himself in the middle of the mutiny. They threatened to kill you. I couldn't let that happen."

"You mean he."

Seto looked up at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You said `I couldn't let that happen.' You mean `He'."

"Oh. Right."

Yami stood suddenly.

"Well, I'll have to be going. I've taken up too much of your time already."

Something struck Seto's heart-his soul, and he suddenly couldn't let Yami leave. His hand, acting upon its own accord, shot out and grabbed Yami on the arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"Don't leave."

His voice sounded cracked and desperate, so unlike his usually cold tone. He wasn't sure what had caused this change, but he was suddenly so sure that Yami belonged here; he couldn't leave…

**

"Please, you can't leave yet…"

Sethos stared down into the eyes of his lover, who struggled to get his arms out of the vice-like grip.

"I must, Sethos… if anyone were to find us here…" the young pharaoh gasped, "You would be put to death!"

"If my last moments were with you, it would be well worth it…"

Sethos kissed him desperately, and delighted in the fact that his lover kissed back.

"Athari…" he whispered huskily when the kiss broke, "I love you…"

"And I, you, Sethos," the pharaoh Athari replied, "But I really must go. They'll be searching for me soon… I do not wish to be the reason you are put to death…"

"You are pharaoh, ibi," he reminded him, "Can't you just tell them that they can't execute me?"

"I wish I were so lucky," Athari whispered, "But you know that they will execute whoever they wish on the spot if they believe that I am in danger."

"True enough," Sethos whispered back, "Very well… you should go. But come back as soon as you're able. Every second I am not with you is another second of my short life wasted…"

Athari giggled, and the two shared a last kiss before the young pharaoh pulled away from him and ran out of the High Priest's chambers, leaving Sethos in dreadful silence once again…

**

Seto looked at the arm he was holding, and suddenly jerked his hand away, letting go.

"I have to go, Seto," Yami said quietly, "I'll come back later today, and we can talk more about these dreams…"

He left, closing the door behind him.

Seto sat in his chair, unmoving, and thought. Was this how they were supposed to end up? Was there supposed to be another mutiny? Yami wasn't pharaoh anymore-what was there to revolt against? Why did this happen now?

But more importantly-was there something that was supposed to happen between him and Yami? What about Yugi?

His head began to hurt again, and he decided not to think about it anymore. There were other matters at hand, like getting to work.

Fuck it. I own the company. I'll go in when I feel like it.

He stood and prepared to go back to his bedroom, and back to the memories that he was still unsure were his…

Next time: Yami returns home, ready to go to sleep and forget about what happened with Seto, but will he find something else? Seto makes two startling discoveries…

Well, here's my debut ficcy. Hope you enjoyed it!

~Pana-chan~