Pride and Soul
- Chapter1
The Soul and Flesh of the White Dragon
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The Realm of the Gods, in the year following the birth of Mutou Yuugi, The Chosen One. The Realm of the Gods, in the upper cosmos of the Duel Monsters� World, was a seemingly endless stretch of nothingness. There was no ground, no sky, only an overwhelming sense of suffocation as the atmosphere choked your senses. Occasionally, a structure would appear in the light blue mist that pervaded the realm. These were the floating palaces of the Kami, the gods. From their sanctuaries the gods would observe the Earth, awaiting the fast approaching age of destiny. In one such stronghold, four gods of light were sited at a circular table. There was an indentation in the table�s marble surface, where a crystal transmitting images of Earth from its reflective surface. There was absolute silence as each of the gods was lost in thought, eyes fixated on the crystal. One male god was dressed in gold washed robes that shimmered in the crystal�s light. On his head was a dome shaped hat from which golden birds were strung from gold beads. Though the hate would appear feminine on most creatures, it appeared rugged on him. His face was so handsome he looked as though he had been chiseled like a statue, and he lacked wrinkles despite his deeply tanned skin. To his side was a male god clad in full mail armor, the blue paint so fine it reflected as well as the crystal before him. There were a silver rings on his fingers and a trail of sapphires that hung from his left earlobe. His chin was the most prominent feature of his face and there were fine white scars tracing all over his body. There was nothing to adorn his head, not even hair. The final male god wore a tunic of blazing crimson above which was a breastplate of ebony bedecked in rubies. His piercing amber eyes seemed to glare to the soul, and his scarlet hair fell loosely of his thin shoulders, training to the floor. His nose was slightly hooked and his mouth seemed to take up half of his face, but he was a handsome creature�and he knew it. They were the three gods that served the Nameless Pharaoh: Ra, Obelisk, and Osiris respectively. The goddess sat on the right of the golden male, her pale blonde hair cascading to her knees. Her dress was of white silk that whispered with her movements, her luscious figure definably shaped. Her body, from her ears to her ankles, was adorned with sapphire set in gold jewelry. Her eyes were of the deepest shade of blue and were brought out beautifully by her creamy skin. She was the unknown god, masked as an ordinary monster. Only to one master would she reveal her true self. She was Kisara no Shiroki Ryuu: The White Dragon. �The fate sealed by the Nameless Pharaoh three thousand years ago has once again been brought upon us,� Obelisk�s voice thundered even when he spoke quietly. �Destiny�s fulcrum will lie before the Chosen Ones, and they will lead Earth to salvation or destruction. This is common knowledge.� �The Nameless Pharaoh will surely call upon us three again,� Osiris� voice was silky and deep. �He will need us in all of our might. Surely your master will need you in full power as well, Kisara.� Kisara gently disagreed, �power is not something my master needs. He yearns for power, but easily abuses it when he has grasped it. I need to be there for him, to control his greed of power before it destroys his good heart.� �You�ve reincarnated with him throughout his lifetimes, a task not even we would dare to fulfill for our master� But you are different than we are. You and your master are soul mates, forever connected by love and destiny.� Ra commented. �This age, however, will be very different. It will be hard to protect him if you remain divided by flesh and soul.� �I know of the risks, but I am more than willing to take them,� Kisara patiently replied. �My soul will remain here, where it can be summoned through the five mediums. My flesh will be sent to Earth as a human, where I can protect and comfort my master.� �If the five mediums are destroyed�� Obelisk stroked his massive chin, �the consequences�� �I am aware of them.� �Well its not like we could stop you anyway,� Osiris grinned, �even if we tried you would find a way out of it.� �Good luck,� Ra was also smiling, �life as a human can be as dark and dangerous as it is wonderful.� Kisara nodded, �See you all very soon.� Earth, in the seventeen years after the birth of Mutou Yuugi, the Chosen One. Gray clouds massed over Domino, spouting fat raindrops whenever the downpour went on hiatus. From above, the umbrella-toting pedestrians created a rainbow that consumed the sidewalks. Ryuushou Kira placed one pale hand against the cool doors that led to her balcony. Her silent blue eyes were fixated on the city, gentle breaths fogging the glass. Kira�s pale blonde hair had been piled into a sagging bun, and she wore a rather simple blue tank and khaki shorts. Empty boxes were piled near the doorway to her bedroom, and pop music played on her recently installed stereo. All of her belongings had been stuffed into her drawers and closet. Posters of various Duel Monsters coated the cream walls, with her Blue Eyes White Dragon alarm clock ticking the seconds away. There was a soft rap on her door, followed by a woman in a pink blouse and long ivory skirt tentatively entering the room. A pure white blur raced past the closing door, and Kira�s dog, Shiro, immediately parked himself at his master�s side. �How are you feeling?� her mother, Kaede, sounded concerned as she sat on Kira�s mattress. �All right,� Kira reassured her, but her withdrawn eyes and quiet voice weren�t nearly convincing. Kaede watched as Shiro pawed at Kira�s arm for attention, and she bent down to scratch him behind his tall ears. �I know this move has been hard on you, honey, but I wish you would talk to your father and I about it.� The Ryuushou household had to pack up rather suddenly when Kira�s father, Kunihiko, was transferred from his office in Tokyo. Even though they now resided in a bigger house with more money to spare, the family bound to have troubles adjusting to the new lifestyle. Kira probably had it in for the worst. Her shyness combined with her medical condition made it near impossible for her to make friends. She shook her head, more concerned with rubbing Shiro�s furry white belly. �What are we doing with the boxes?� Her mother frowned at Kira�s obvious subject change, �your father will take care of them as soon as he gets home.� Kira gasped suddenly, slowly sitting on the carpet as a familiar sensation crawled throughout her body. Kaede rushed over to her daughter, gently rubbing her back with one hand and holding hers with the other. �It�s okay,� Kira whimpered, �it�s only the first.� Roughly a year ago, Kira had begun to have a strange feeling, like someone was calling her. She would then experience a bittersweet pain that rippled throughout her body. Soon after these �callings� started, Kira had an even scarier experience. There had been no calling, only an excruciating blast that jolted her into a weeklong coma, and again six months after. Now sometimes after she had felt the callings, there was pain. It felt as though someone was ripping her apart, tearing her into pieces. In addition, the callings would occasionally happen two to three times in a short period of time. Modern medicine had no cure for her, and eastern doctors only explained the ache as a period when �pieces of her soul were jarred out of her body.� This vague description had frightened Kira, and left her parents in a rage. They never saw a practitioner of ancient treatments again. Shiro nuzzled at Kira, and she ran her fingers through his soft fur. Her voice was a mere whisper as she spoke to him, �it�s all right, boy, you�ve been a good dog.� �It came three times,� Kaede�s sharp nails dug into her fair skin as she explained Kira�s ordeal to her husband. �The second and third not even a second apart.� Kunihiko allowed his eyes to leave his newspaper for a second, before his distressed expression calmed and he returned to the sports section. �Pain?� he asked nonchalantly. ��No.� She returned to her stove place the stir-fry on the table before him. �Dear, she can�t go to school, not sick like she is.� �What do you want to do, Kaede? Home school her? With all the second and third opinions she�s getting from all those doctors and the pricey medicine that never works, we don�t have the money.� �So that�s what your daughter is to you? An expense?� her voice trembled in anger. �It�s not like that and you know it!� Kira had to pull her headphones over her ears to drown out the screaming from the kitchen, lying on the floor, trying to focus on the artist as the hit their pitches perfectly. The topic was Kira and her �condition,� as it always was. Then they would shift into new spats, raving about everything the other did wrong in their quest to cure their only child. Shiro, sensing her discomfort, climbed into bed with her, cleaning her face with his pink tongue. She gently stroked his muzzle. This was why Shiro was her best friend. To Be Continued.
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