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Sands of Time chapter 10

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Author’s note: In which the author is twitching nervously because she’s almost out of material (again) and will have to stop binge-watching Supernatural and do some work. Also, in which there is a BAMF!lady and one of the creepiest characters that anime has ever gifted us with gets his ass handed to him. Fun times…

It also occurs to me that the chapter titles appear to be rather random. They are, in fact, lyrics from whatever song I had on repeat while writing the chapter in question. My music taste and thought process are clearly on that side of bizarre!

***It’s like you’re a demon I can’t face down***

The irony of the fact that he was once again staring certain defeat, and this time in Shadow Game with such high stakes, did not escape Yami Bakura. Marik was oddly quiet at his side, watching in horror as his darker counterpart summoned Ra in his Phoenix form. The Spirit’s lips curled in disgust. There was only one person whose soul was pure enough to deserve the Phoenix’s power and that was most definitely not Yami Marik.

“Any last words before I cast you to the darkness?” the dark creature asked tauntingly.

“You fool!” Akefia smirked, “Don’t you realize that I am the darkness? I will be back.” Yami Marik did not seem worried.

“Perhaps, but not before everything you hold dear is destroyed,” he said, looking over the white-haired man’s shoulder. The Thief snapped his head in alarm, in time to see Elena followed by the Pharaoh bursting to the arena, before darkness enveloped him and Marik.

 

Yami Marik walked to where the Millennium Ring landed, but before he had a chance to grab it, it glowed and flew to Elena’s outstretched hand. He frowned.

“I won that Item fair and square,” he told the woman. Really what did the Thief see in her was beyond him. But then again he did not really see the point in caring about anyone.

“Over my dead body,” came the calm response. The Pharaoh looked at them nervously.

“You are not a duelist,” he said cautiously. “If you have a claim on the Ring, how will you duel against him?” Elena shrugged her red robe off to reveal a golden bracelet covering her entire left arm from the wrist to her elbow.

“I like doing this the old-fashioned way, Your Majesty,” she said as she stepped on the platform. “A Ka against a Ka and the strongest soul remains standing.”

“Name your terms then,” Yami Marik said intrigued. Did this girl think that she could yield ancient magic, old enough to defeat the Shadows?
“If I win, you will release the souls connected to the Millennium Ring. And if you win, I will surrender the Ring to you.”

“And your soul will follow your boyfriend to the Shadows.” Yami Marik grinned at her. Elena frowned.

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my husband.”

“Elena, I can’t let you risk your soul for…” Yami Yugi began, determined not to see anyone else being banished to the Shadows.

“Stay out of this Pharaoh!” the Thief Queen snapped. “You know nothing about me.”

“You heard the woman Pharaoh,” Yami Marik said mockingly. “Let her destroy herself if she wishes to.”

 

Hidden under his mockery was unease though. He had only encountered Dia-Danks on the memories of his weaker side’s lessons. His new opponent looked hardly over her twentieth birthday and was certainly mortal. Nevertheless he faked a respectful bow.

“Since you are about to be destroyed, you may summon your creature first.” After all, her Ka spirit couldn’t possibly defeat Ra. He watched Elena knit her fingers together and close her eyes, as if to pray. His eyes widened in alarm when a familiar chant was heard.

“Great beast of the sky, please hear my cry. Transform thyself from orb of light and bring me victory in this fight. Envelop the desert with your glow and cast your rage upon my foe. Unlock the power from within so that together we may win. Appear in this Shadow Game as I call thy name.” Her eyes snapped open and a bright glow enveloped her. “God Phoenix!”

 

Yami Marik took involuntary a step back. This was nothing like the Phoenix version of Ra that stood now by his side. Elena’s Ka was shining brightly and with an unearthly cry attacked his creature, reducing it to ashes. Yami Marik cursed as he felt the burning sensation of the attack as well as two (?) souls escaping his clutches. The Ring shone for a moment, its connection with its bearers reestablished but by the time Yami Marik had blinked the stars from his eyes, he was alone on the arena.

Sands of Time chapter 9

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Author’s note: And here is the episode (or part of it) that first had me thinking. Long before I saw the sub or read the manga this episode just…bugged me…Many years and literature classes later I’d learn this is what we call “subtext”. So, there you have it: Subtext becoming text. Also, Marik is annoying and any chance to inconvenience him needs to be taken!

***And as you ripped it all apart,/ That’s when I turned to watch you/ And as the light in you went dark/ I saw you turn to shadow***

Yami Bakura couldn’t remember the last time he had been so furious but he was quite certain that it had been before he had been sealed inside the Ring. He had only agreed to work with the Marik-brat to keep Ryou and Elena out of trouble (though the prospect of gaining two more Millennium Items was a definite bonus), had even injured himself to go along with the brat’s plan and now it was all going to go down in flames. He frowned.

“I can’t lose,” he said, more to himself than his thrice-damned opponent. “There’s too much at stake!” Sadly there was nothing he could do other than brace himself for the impact of Slifer’s attack when he felt his soul being violently pulled back to his Landlord’s mindscape.

“What is the meaning of this Marik?” he asked angrily.

“Your opponent won’t attack his friend,” came the smug reply. The Spirit turned his attention to his hikari.

 

Ryou had been in his soulroom during the entire ordeal and to be suddenly forced in control of their body meant he would have to deal with phantom pains of the Spirit’s stab wound. Indeed, the boy was on his knees, clutching his arm and asking confused what was going on. Akefia sent a look to Elena and saw her standing a little ways from the Pharaoh’s gang, her face livid with anger. He had a feeling that it took all her self-control to not jump on the platform and stop the duel.

“Yugi would never attack Ryou,” the Thief King mused.

“Unless he doesn’t want to risk his position to the finals,” Marik shrugged uninterested. Akefia’s eyes snapped back to the Pharaoh. He was hesitating, and the Thief King hated uncertainties.

Yami…Ryou’s voice floated weakly through the mind link. Akefia gave a strange smile to Marik.

“Perhaps you’re right Marik,” he said, “but I won’t risk Ryou’s health in that game of yours.” Ignoring the boy’s surprised exclamation he forced Ryou’s soul back to its soulroom, taking control again.

“I’m back!” he taunted the Pharaoh, who seemed unbelievably relieved to see him. “So why don’t you attack me and end this duel.” Yami Yugi was only happy to comply, surprised to see his opponent greet the Egyptian god’s attack with a laugh.

 

The moment the platform was lowered Elena raced to Ryou, pausing only to grab the Ring from where it had fallen. Reverently she put it around her neck, relieved when it gave a soft glow of recognition. The Pharaoh and his friends had gathered around the half-conscious Ryou, trying to get his attention. The boy seemed concerned by only one thing.

“Where is my Ring?” he asked desperately, looking around in the vain hope that he would see the artifact hopping back to him.

“Right here Ryou,” Elena said, kneeling next to him, sparing the Pharaoh a nasty glare. To her satisfaction he flinched a little. Tea seemed to be the first to recognize her.

“Hey, aren’t you the girl we met at Duelist Kingdom?” she asked.

“Indeed,” Elena nodded, her attention focused on the white-haired boy staring longingly at the Millennium Item. “I will give it to you as soon as we go inside,” she told him. Ryou nodded and tried to stand up.

“Whoa! Easy there buddy!” Joey exclaimed as he steadied his friend.

“I’ll be fine,” Ryou objected softly. “I am just worried for my Yami.” He suddenly became conscious of the strange looks he was receiving. Elena frowned.

“As you should well be,” she said disapprovingly. “No matter how many times I warn him, he still doesn’t get it through his head that he takes too many risks.” She wrapped Ryou’s arm around her shoulders and helped the boy inside the blimp.

 

They were both aware of the Pharaoh’s entourage following them as they hurried back to their cabin.

“How do you know that psycho anyway?” Tristan asked, unable to hold off the questions any longer. Elena took her time helping Ryou sit on the bed and giving him the Ring before turning to glare at the brunette boy.

“Care to rephrase that?” she asked icily. Tristan gulped.

“What Tristan meant,” Tea rushed to rectify the situation, “was, how you know Ryou and the Spirit of the Ring?”

“Akefia,” Ryou said quietly. Seeing everyone’s confusion he explained. “His name is Akefia.”

“He is my, well I suppose you could say husband, though we never had a priest to make it official.” Elena smirked at the bewildered looks she got from the Pharaoh, Joey and Tristan.