Daimeryan Rei (daimeryan_rei) wrote in silentscribbles, @ 2008-11-29 13:35:00 |
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[FIC] Yu-Gi-Oh!, Red Dawn, 2/?
Title: Red Dawn or the World ends Tomorrow
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Pairings: Yamishipping (YnY x YnB x YnM), Anzu x Honda, unrequited Yuugi x Anzu, one-sided Mahaado x Atemu
Warnings: violence, angst, potty mouths, shounen-ai, major character death!
Genre: AU, science fiction, action/adventure
Diclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Takahasi Kazuki. No money is made off of this. Fic written just for entertainment purposes.
Summary: Seven Items, seven Generals. What once was the peaceful green Earth has turned into a war-ridden danger zone under the tyrannical rule of Kaiba Gozaburo, with Domino City, Japan, as the centre of his empire. The resistance, led by young rebel Mutou Yuugi, is searching for a way to retrieve the seven so-called Sennen Items, as they are believed to hold the power to bring universal peace. It’s only a matter of time before Yuugi crosses paths with the Generals in his search, ultimately meeting the most powerful of them all: the one they call ‘Pharaoh’.
Author’s note: Feedback is greatly appreciated. I refer to Yami no Malik/ Malik no yami no jinkaku as ‘Marik’ for the flow of the story.
Key: ----------- = scene change
The prisoner tried to move. The rattling sound warned him and he ceased every movement, heaving a sigh. Shackles. But of course. The old man wasn’t senile or stupid. He tried to bark a short, dry laugh – his whole predicament was laughable. His throat hurt – how long had it been since he had anything to drink?
“Thirsty, brother dear?”
His dark-brown eyes flashed anger and hate. It was difficult to focus on the weak light dancing in front of him, but the silhouette was easy recognizable.
“Noa,” he rasped, and coughed. “What the hell..?”
“Tsk tsk, watch your language, brother dear.”
A click of a button, and a door opened, rattling. He refused to look at his visitor, but his body tensed up. He ignored his sore throat, his pounding headache and the bleeding of his chafed wrists; small abrasions from the tight and rusty shackles.
“I should’ve known the old man was old-fashioned. Rusty shackles?”
“You know father,” the other answered. “You just have to appreciate his odd sense of humor.”
“He’s not my father,” he barked. “Don’t you dare associate him with me!”
The slap to the face was to be expected. He spat out blood – it felt like his teeth had been forcefully rearranged in his jaw.
“Noa…”
“What is it, Seto?” Kaiba Noa straightened himself, studying his hand – hopefully it had hurt the prisoner as much as it hurt him, he thought bitterly. He had to be careful with his body, with this body. Gozaburo’s transfer procedure was painful and complicated, and healthy, young bodies weren’t out there for the picking. If he wanted to avoid transferring to another body, he would have to take it easy. He made a mental note to bring a stick or a club with him the next time instead.
“You’ve been playing around again, haven’t you?”
Noa shrugged. It looked silly coming down here in an old-fashioned, stinking cell – there were ‘comfortable’ confinement chambers located elsewhere in the Tower – but Gozaburo had insisted that the other had to be incarcerated here. He regretted his choice to dress up all in white – he didn’t want to have his suit smudged.
“Father’s work is interesting,” Noa said with a lazy drawl. “You know that. Don’t you miss playing around, Seto?”
“Where’s Mokuba?” the prisoner snarled in return. Even though Noa kept referring to him with his first name, he hated to be adressed as such, even if his surname was one of the most feared in this world. The name ‘Kaiba’ used to have a good meaning in this world, before Gozaburo attained his dreadful power. Kaiba Seto wasn’t prepared to acknowledge the man as his father anymore, if ever.
“Oh, he’s around, don’t be afraid. He’s still young, and plenty interesting to study.”
“Study? Bastard… you’ll pay for this!”
“Boring, Seto,” Noa yawned.
“Why did you come down here? Go away!”
Noa bend through his knees and grabbed the prisoner at the collar of his sweaty, stained shirt.
“I want your procedures,” he said. “I want the technical details and access to your virtual reality world.”
Kaiba smirked. “You still haven’t been able to crack the codes? I thought you were such a hardcore hacker.”
“I will figure out your codes,” Noa sneered and let go of the other, who fell back against the cold, hard wall. “I will get your procedures, and surpass our father. Not you, not Mokuba – but me!”
“Pathetic,” Kaiba snarled. He tried to move, but the shackles didn’t budge. He should’ve known that Gozaburo would take precautions, but this was ridiculous. “After all those years, you still strive to be daddy’s favorite son… and fail.”
Noa appeared to ignore him, and instead touched the cold, damp wall of the small cell. Besides a stack of hay to serve as a mattress, there wasn’t anything else in here but a reeking bucket and a small jug of water. With a look of disgust on his face, Noa seemed to want to tip the bucket over, but refrained at the last moment.
“The idea that I fail… huh… lose to you, is preposterous,” he snorted. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and pressed it against his nose. “You’re only a street rat, a good-for-nothing punk. It’s only due to your intelligence that you managed…”
“An intelligence that far surpasses yours,” Kaiba reminded him, and was prepared for another slap to his face, though it wasn’t as painful as the previous one. He hissed, his teeth still hurting.
“That might be,” Noa said and straightened himself again. “But I’m not the one rotting in a cell and praying for my life.”
“I don’t believe in God.”
“You shouldn’t believe in God either,” Noa said, almost amusedly, even giggling for a brief moment. “There’s only one, and that’s our father. He’s the one in charge here - not God.”
“Gozaburo is a fool,” he shot back. “He’s messing with powers far above his control. Sooner or later, he loses his control, if he already hasn’t lost it. No one can…”
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” Noa screamed, his eyes bugging out of his face, cheeks reddened in anger. He took a precious minute to recover from his outburst - losing his patience was a sign of weakness, and the other knew it too - and pressed his handkerchief compulsively against his nose, breathing loudly through his mouth.
“You can’t control the Pharaoh either,” he finally said, voice perfectly under control again.
“I’m not interested in him.”
“No, but you do want his power, don’t you?”
“Who doesn’t?” Kaiba answered dryly. “I love to have my own Gods so I could fry the hell out of you.”
“Funny. Very funny.” Noa kicked. He didn’t tip over the bucket, but the jug close to the prisoner, spilling the precious water. “Father has him perfectly under control, and…”
“Let me guess, by still using those two morons? You don’t know what they are thinking, they’re as unstable as plutonium, not to mention your precious Pharaoh - messing around with bodies, minds and souls is going to backfire, big time!”
Kaiba regretted the loss of water, his cracked lips reminding him painfully of his predicament. The thought however, that Gozaburo still had Marik and Bakura running around in the Tower, was unsettling. As he thought about it, he was surprised that Domino City was still in one piece. “Why don’t you undo these shackles, and we can talk.”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” Noa barked, conveniently ignoring the fact that he searched out Kaiba first. “As far as I’m concerned, you can just die here, but preferably after you’ve given me the codes to your files, and all the information I need to know. I’m not as patient as father, you know.”
“Stop referring to him as ‘father’,” Kaiba growled.
“Why? He’s my father… and supposedly yours.”
“Never.” Kaiba didn’t allow Noa to have the satisfaction of losing his calm composure, though he wanted nothing but to scream. Kaiba Gozaburo would never be his father, in every sense of the word. He and his younger brother Mokuba had been officially adopted, and bore the Kaiba surname. They were proud to call themselves Kaiba, until the name fell out of grace and was spoken with fear instead of respect. Kaiba himself couldn’t care less about his name at the moment. He shivered at the thought of Gozaburo losing control over his…creatures, losing control over the world. He was aware of the seven Sennen Items, though he wasn’t really sure of their power or significance; he only knew that people, including Gozaburo, were frantically searching for them. Everything had gone to hell since the man had gotten his hands on the programs for the virtual reality Kaiba had designed and developed… the sickening sweet irony, that he wanted to use that virtual reality for games. It was Gozaburo who had used it to rise in power, and turn this world towards the darkness.
Kaiba heaved another sigh, before lifting up his head to sneer at Noa, but he saw to his surprise that the other had left his cell. A bitter grimace marred his face. The water was soaking the hay he had no choice but to sit on, and it was close to his leg. Irritated, he shifted away from the growing puddle and lowered his head again. His arms felt cramped, his body being forced in the same position for… how long? How long had he been out of it? Gozaburo had his… odd sense of humor, indeed. Kaiba knew he wouldn’t survive more rounds of torture - and he had his little brother Mokuba to think about. The longer he was locked up in this cell, the more his ‘father’ could influence and manipulate Mokuba, could trick him and lie to him, that his brother had abandoned him… and then those… creatures. The Pharaoh, Marik and Bakura. No matter what Gozaburo or Noa were thinking, no one had control over them. They controlled themselves, and that was a very scary thought.
Kaiba gritted his teeth. He needed to get out of here, and fast.