Untitled Yu-Gi-Oh! Fanfic: Page 3

Chapter 6

Dusk set in as the door slowly opened. At the counter, the elder locked up the cash register and carried an oversized box into a storage room. A tall man silently followed him into the storage room, slammed the door behind him. He faced the elder, seeing the fear in his eyes.
"Where is he, old man?" The stern voiced figure grabbed the elder by his shirt collar, lifting him up off the distant floor.
"I don't know!" Shouted the elder, courage and rage building up inside him.
With his other hand, the stern figure pulled out a small switchblade, the blade glistening in the dimly lit storage room of the old Game Shop. "I don't approve of liars, old man…" He sounded impatient.
"You…you wouldn't!"
"Don't test me." He simply said, drawing the blade closer to the elder's trembling throat.
The fragile man quivered, breathing heavily. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you." The interrogation has finally ended. The stern one set the elder down and stared a hole through him.
"Now, where is Yugi?"
Against his own will and judgment, the elder spoke in nothing above a whisper. "He's…"
"I GROW IMPATIENT, OLD MAN!"
"He's headed towards the park!" He silently said.
A smiled grew across the stern man's face. "Thanks." Yanking the door shut, he exited, leaving the frail man alone in the dark.
"Damn that Seto Kaiba…"

Chapter 7

A black and blue bruise covered most of her right cheek. She looked up at the man who had done this, a grin across his face.
"What have I told you about him?" He towered over her, his fist raised to the sky once again.
"I'm, I'm sorry." She pleaded.
"No, sorry isn't good enough this time." He struck her down with a thunderous blow. She fell at the mercy of him.
"How many times must I go through this, Tea?" Dragging her up by her hair, he held her firmly against the wall of his quaint home.
"Tristan, I only wanted to say hi. What's the harm in that?" She started down the man she grew to love.
"Excuse me?" He glared at her. "I told you NEVER to speak to him, and you disobeyed me…" He struck her again, this time, slapping her across her tear stricken face.
She fell to the unwelcoming floor, a bit of blood dripping from the lips that kissed him, the lips that spoke the words to him. "Tristan…"
He pointed an angry finger at the front door. "Out…before I do something I'll regret."
She fled, fearing for her life. She ran down the front steps, around the block and into the small park that surrounded the neighborhood. Under the sheltering arms of a motherly tree, she sobbed, hugging her knees tightly against her body.
"T-tea?" A voice soothed her. She turned to see Yugi, looking a bit worried.
"Oh, hey, Yugi." She faked a smile.
"Tea? What happened to your…" He reached out his hand to touch the discoloration on her face. He gently ran his fingertips over it.
"It's nothing, Yugi, really."
"Did Tristan do this?"
"What business is it of yours?" Tristan stood beside Tea, arms cross his chest. "So, as usual, Yugi comes to save the day."
"Why did you do this to her?" Fire built up in his eyes.
"Yugi…" Tea began.
"Shut up!" Tristan shouted in her direction as he stared Yugi down. "Where's Joseph?" He hadn't spoken to Joey in a while, and the dynamic duo had parted ways.
"Joey is with his sister. Why do you care?" Yugi grunted.
"I was just wondering why the dog wasn't following his master." He smiled to himself.
"What's gotten into you, Tristan?"
"Why, all of a sudden, is it your business?" His voice, shaking with anger.
Yugi stood silent, stepping in front of Tea. "Tea, go to the hospital, find Joey, and stay there."
"But…"
"Go!" And Tea went, never looking back. She dare not question Yugi. She saw a look in his eyes that surprised her, a forceful look of rage.
As he watched her leave, Tristan growled at the confidently standing Yugi.
"Why is it you who always ruins what I have going?"
"What did you have going? Taking advantage of her and hitting her?"
"Why is it your concern? Why does it matter what happens to her?"
Yugi paused, looking into the eyes of the crazed man before him. "She's my friend and I care for her."
"But, do you love her?"
Pausing again, Yugi bowed his head, a bit confused. "Why do you ask?"
"Don't be an idiot, Yugi! You know Tea is crazy about you! You know she loves you more then life itself. But, you ignore her feelings and chased her away, you and your other you." Tristan shouted through clenched teeth. "You don't know how many times I've seen her staring at you, admiring you from afar, never telling you the truth. Are you really that thick headed, Yugi, are you?! Face the facts, Yugi, this is YOUR fault. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of seeing Tea cry over you. I'm trying to snap her out of this."
"How? By beating her?" Joey appeared beside Yugi, Serenity and Tea behind him.
"Awwww…now, it's Joey's turn to save the day." Tristan snickered demonically.
"Can it, Tristan. I'm sick of hearin' your voice." Joey's eyes never left him.
After a short pause, Tristan shrugged and grinned. "Well, looks like I'm outnumbered…"
"Listen, you even lay one finger on Tea ever again, I swear to God, I will rip you apart." Joey balled up his fists in rage.
"Such empty threats, Joseph."
"Try me."
The showdown between forgotten friends seemed to freeze, time preserving itself. The air, growing more tense as each moment passed.
"Joey, come on, let's go." Joey's little sister, Serenity, yanked at his shirt sleeve. "Please, don't start anything. " Serenity pleaded.
With a final glare, Joey turned his back to Tristan and walked away, Yugi on his left, Serenity at his right, with Tea trailing behind.
"Tea…" Tristan whispered. She turned to see a demonic glimmer in his eyes. He mouthed two final words to Tea as she looked on in fear.
"You're dead…"

Chapter 8

"Master Malik?" Called a timid voice, its owner fearing the consequences of disturbing his master before he awoke.
"What is it?" Malik's aggravated voice snapped.
"Someone is here to see you, sir."
"Who?"
"He remains nameless, sir."
"I'll be right there!" His voice ripped through the gentle morning hours. He pulled his somewhat faded white shirt over his head and cleared his musty blonde hair away from his violent violet eyes. The morning sun could only be seen through a small crack in the dreary curtains, but, that's how he liked it. Grabbing the Millennium Rod, he exited the chamber, yawning a bit. As he walked to the main chamber, where his throne was located, numerous Rare Hunters bowed to him and greeted him. Ignoring this, he continued to the throne. "It's way too early for this…" He growled to himself as his steps echoed through the halls.
As he entered the main corridor, only a few steps away from his throne, one of his Rare Hunters shouted.
"Sir, I need your name before you see Master Malik."
"Let him alone!" Every Rare Hunter in the room bowed as Malik entered.
"Good morning, Master Malik." In unison, the Rare Hunters greeted him.
Without words, the Leader of the Rare Hunters sat at his throne, gripping the Millennium Rod tightly.
"Where is the visitor?" His voice, ringing through the room.
"Here, sir. He refuses to speak his name." A Rare Hunter threw a man down at Malik's feet. The man, tall and lanky in stature, had ash colored hair.
"What is it that you want from me, intruder?"
"I want your help." The voice came as a surprise to Malik. He looked down on the stranger.
"I know that voice. You're…"
"Maxamillion Pegasus." The man stood and bowed to Malik. "I've heard good things about you, Malik."
"Why would I help you?" Malik was now drawn to Pegasus's reasons.
"I need to speak to Yugi, and I know you've been keeping a watchful eye on him." His right eye seemed to glisten with hopes of getting to speak to Yugi-boy, the killer of his Millennium Eye's thief.
"Ah, so I see the scars haven't healed yet, Pegasus." A smug look graced the face of Malik as he looked down on Pegasus, speaking in a belittling tone.
"What meaning does that hold?" Pegasus growled.
"You know exactly what I mean, Pegasus. The work of my close ally doesn't cease to amaze me." Malik snickered to himself.
"Why you…You know Bakura?" His voice, so shrill and untamed, met the ears of the smug young man who sat before him.
"Yes, I know him quite well, actually." Malik slowly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. A figure mysteriously appeared, from the shadows, at the arrogant one's side. "Bakura, it seems someone missed you." Malik grinned an evil grin.
"But, that's another of Yugi's little friends. Tristan, I think it was." Pegasus was clearly confused as he looked on to the auburn haired drone standing next to the throne.
"Bravo, Pegasus, I'm impressed." He gave Pegasus an applause, mockingly.
"Quit the charade and tell me what's going on!"
"Testy this morning, aren't we? Well, if you insist."
"No, allow me." Tristan's voice rang in. "As you see, Pegasus, this isn't my body. My host was killed sometime ago, as I'm sure you know. So, for a while, I was nothing more than a wondering spirit, searching for a new host. Then Malik intervened, showing me how I could gain a new body. So, here I stand anew."
"So, you're manipulating his mind, Malik?" Pegasus could see right through Malik and into the eyes of a madman.
"Your misguided faith has tainted your vision." A minute flicker of rage filled Malik's eyes.
"You take leave of your senses, fool! You may be able to control a person's body, but you will never control a person's heart and soul."
"You're the fool! You weren't able to realise your Millenium Items true potential."
Bakura grinned. "Let's show him the true, unleashed power of your Millennium Item." Malik nodded at his accomplice as Bakura stepped forward and lunged at Pegasus, pinning him to the ground.
"Now!" The possessed Tristan restrained Pegasus as he attempted to free himself. But, this was meant to be.
Malik began to chant perplexing words that were known only to the Ancient Egyptians. These muted words were only heard by the three in the room, as if the remaining world has halted in its characteristic rotation. As he chanted, Pegasus's soul seemed to evaporate from his body and was sucked into the eye in Malik's Rod. Bakura's soul was then transferred from Tristan's now lifeless body to Pegasus's newly emptied vessel. After a short silence, Malik spoke.
"Well?"
Rising, Pegasus help his head, rubbing his temple. "I didn't think this much mental pain was possible."
"It's the mental barrier, where hatred, rage, love and all other emotions surface and wait to be felt. Seems like all Pegasus had left in his feeble mind was his undying love for Cecelia." He gripped the Rod tightly as it gleamed a bit. "Do you have full control?"
Lifting up his left arm, then his right, Bakura moved through Pegasus and smiled. "I have control."
"Very well then. Tell one of those mindless drones to dump him off somewhere. I don't care where…" He gestured to Tristan's body and walked off towards his chamber
"Malik, where are going?" Bakura questioned.
He turned to face Bakura and blinked. "To bed…"

To Be Continued