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Sands of Time chapter 6

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Author’s note: Ever been to a roller coaster? You know that first abrupt drop? That would be the time lapse from last chapter to here… I do have more of the kid!Ryou snippets coming up though. Seems like that’s my go-to trope when I get stuck. Go figure… Anyway, Duellist Kingdom episode here. Funnily enough, this was actually one of the first episodes I watched a thousand years ago when I was a kid…

***I’d give it all to you/ Letting go of me/ Reaching as I fall***

The Thief was restless, pacing up and down his soulroom, while his hikari searched the island for the Pharaoh’s vessel. Ryou had been nervous about hurting his friend and the only way Akefia – or Yami Bakura – as he had been called lately, had secured his cooperation was by promising that no mortal would end up trapped in the Shadow Realm. There was something wrong in Duelist Kingdom. The Ring reacted to not only the Puzzle’s presence but also to something else. It made the Thief uneasy that he could not identify what it was. He paused his contemplations when his Landlord sent a warning his direction. Moving to the corridor between the soulrooms he met with Ryou and with a quiet nod of acknowledgement he took control.

 

As his shadow game with the Pharaoh continued, Akefia’s uneasiness – well hidden under his arrogance – grew tenfold. The shadows were hungrier than in his previous games. It took almost all his concentration to keep them at bay. He drew and had to hold back a sigh of relief when the angel of Change of Heart looked up to him from the card. He had placed Ryou’s soul there to keep it safe. In the unlikely case that he lost the duel his spell would be released and Ryou would return to his body. With a smirk he played the card.

 

It took Ryou a few moments to realize what was going on. His eyes scanned the field, noting his friends dressed as their favorite cards, the Pharaoh dueling in Yugi’s place and finally his Yami facing him. He was about to ask the Spirit what was he supposed to do when the shadows behind him rose and a pair of red eyes appeared. He heard behind him his friends gasp and huddle close to each other but he remained frozen in fear as his Yami jumped to his feet and faced the shadow.

“You have forgotten your place Thief King,” the shadow drawled. “You’re loyalties lie to me, not some mortal boy.” Akefia’s eyes narrowed in anger.

“My loyalties lie to whoever I choose to Zorc,” he said defiantly, moving to shield Ryou at the same time, ignoring the Pharaoh and his merry band of friends for now. He would deal with them later. “You have no say in that.” The red eyes narrowed and the shadows drew back a bit. Akefia braced himself for the hit he knew was about to come, gripping the Millennium Ring tightly.

 

The shadows charged towards him and he prepared to counter-attack when a flash of golden light tore them apart. Zorc shrieked in anger and disbelief as his victims returned to the real world. Akefia allowed Ryou to resume control of his body, the souls of the Pharaoh’s friends returning to their bodies automatically when a thud drew his attention.

 

The body of an unconscious woman dressed in a bloodied dress and a long red cloak was lying in front of Ryou’s feet. Separating from his Landlord he knelt next to the woman, gently turning her so that her face was visible. His eyes widened when he recognized her. In a reverent whisper he called her name.

“Elena…”

Sands of time chapter 4

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Author’s note: I don’t know, Viva la Vida always seemed such an appropriate song for Yami B’s storyline…

***Just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king?***

He lay at the outskirts of the desert, struggling to breathe; his battle with the Pharaoh and the summoning of the Dark One had left him spent. In retrospect he should have understood this was a mistake. His Phoenix had always protected him, he should have heeded her warnings and tears. She had told him that Zorc was treacherous, that he did not care for justice but he had been drunk with power, so much power cursing through his Diabound. Now there was nothing in him to remind the people of the once fearsome Thief King. He was only twenty-five yet he felt his life slipping out of his body.

It was only a matter of time before the shock of the outcome of the battle left everyone and he was found. They would execute him, he knew as much. Closing his eyes Akefia wondered if there would be a chance to see his people before Ammit devoured his heart. Maybe if the gods were merciful he would die before they found him. Warmth enveloped him and he felt like he was soaring at the skies. If that was what dying felt like, he didn’t get what there was to worry about. With a light smile he allowed himself to fall asleep.

When he woke up again he knew instantly that he was most definitely alive. His body still felt like lead from the exhaustion and the heavenly warmth had receded. Forcing his eyes open Akefia took stock of his surroundings. He was back home in Kul Elna. The spirits’ presence was hardly there, exhausted as they were from Zorc draining their hatred. Something moved in the corner of his eyes and he struggled to turn his head to see who was there. A flash of golden eyes greeted him and his mouth tasted bitter with regret. They had parted fighting, why did she save him?
“Because I love you,” she answered the unspoken question. Elena sat next to him and traced a hand over his scar. “That will never change.” He wanted to answer, apologize, tell her that he loved her too with all his soul. He didn’t get the chance.

Elena had hoped that the Pharaoh’s men would fear the spirits of Kul Elna and avoid coming to the village. The shouts that suddenly tore through the streets proved her wrong. The blue-eyed priest charged inside the house they had been living, flanked by two soldiers. Akefia tried to stand, summon Diabound, anything to protect Elena. He had no strength left. It all happened in an instant.

One of the soldiers saw him move and, fearing that he was about to fight, threw a knife. The weapon arched through the air and started falling, a graceful arc that would end in his heart. Elena threw herself at him, taking the knife for him. Her blood sprayed everyone around, painting her white dress red. She smiled at her love one last time before darkness claimed her. Akefia held her frozen, feeling her heart stop. Her dead face was the last thing he saw before his soul was torn from his body and imprisoned within the Millennium Ring.