And time for another psycoshipping fan fiction. xD; Sorry, I know I already have one going, but I was inspired to do this after a conversation between me and my friends, and I REALLY like the idea. Hopefully this one will be updated often. It's multiple chapters, I have no idea how long it will be, nor the actual plot. I'm just...typing. Yeah. Okay, so this page is a prologue to explain the plot, but here's the basic summary: There's four entities above everyone - mortals, immortals, even gods. No one is allowed to speak to these four without their permission. There's Marik, who's basically the sun and the day, Bakura who's the moon and the night, Yami who's the dusk, and Yugi who's the dawn. Pairings are: MarikxBakura, YamixYugi, RyouxMalik, and maybe KaibaxJoey if I can figure out how to get them involved Rating may be changed, I have NO idea what's gonna happen.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Which is MINE! Hands off the plot! KSSSH!!! Yugioh is copyright to Japanese people, or English people, or Dan Green. Uhm. Maybe. No. Not really. Sh! Shut up! Don't tell me to.!..Uhm..yes...on with the prologue!
It was an unspoken law – both figuratively and literally. All creatures, both mortal and not, knew, understood, and respected the law. No one ever spoke of it simply because to do so would seem like a contradiction to the entire thing in the first place.
There were four powers; above the mammals, the humans, the gods; whose very powers would destroy all before them, if not for each other there to prevent such an event from occurring.
Marik, the sun, the fire, the heat and the warmth of the day; a proud creature those who had laid eyes upon him knew well, one who's eyes glowed with an inner flame that threatened to erupt and consume anyone who dared come near him. Though the rule prevented anyone from knowing him personally, the rare glimpses of his form were enough to set the blood boiling. To most the constant threat of being devoured in flames was dulled by the sheering heat of the other's gaze, the way Marik's eyes could hold you and make you feel as if you're entire body was being enveloped. There was no denying he was attractive, alluring, but a fatal sort of promise was all to be found in hounding him, so most simply bit back the desire and turned a blind eye.
Bakura was the opposite. He was the moon, the cold, the ice and the chill of night. Where Marik was proud, he was simply conniving and arrogant; one who's presence frosted the very earth beneath him. As such with Marik his true inner core was unknown, but the outside told everything one needed to know. Eyes as cold and calculating as the night, his form glistened with an unnatural glow, a seductive encouragement to come close so he could envelope you in the ice. He lacked the fiery heat of the sun's gaze, but the intensity of his gaze was no less consuming, able to lull you into a glazed sort of passion, only to be grasped in the icy grip of his world. As with the sun it was a tempting offer, to die if just for the chance to touch the teasing form of the entity, but common sense kept most in their place.
Yami and Yugi, the last of the four, both sat between the two, offering the missing smoothness that was otherwise lacking when simply Marik and Bakura existed. Yami was the dusk, colder then the day, but without the freezing exterior of the night. Though he seemed cold and controlled in his own right, there was a softer edge to him, not as sharp and brittle as Bakura had. Yugi was the dawn, warm and glowing. As with Yami, Yugi was hotter then night, but not quite the sheering heat that came with day. Not as alluring as the sun nor the moon, Yami was still far from unattractive, but just as wisely left alone. Where as Yugi was simply beautiful, glowing with the warm aura of the sun yet dulled by the chill of the moon so as not to be quite so consuming.
These were the four rulers of the world, who's powers were only rivalled by each other's, and by no other. And by them and for them, a rule was made for all to follow.
The rule was a simple one – speak not to the four that create the cycle of life. It was a rule heavily impressed on everyone - to plants, to mammals, and to even the gods above. Only the four could choose who they conversed with, and who conversed with them; anyone who dared to speak to one without first being spoken to would suffer at the hands of the one they conversed with, without any aid or pity from the rest of the world. Mortals and immortals alike followed the same rule, for at the hands of any of the four, there was no such thing an immortal. More then one god had faced the end of their existence when they became arrogant and overstepped the line, but with time understanding had settled in that everyone, when faced against the four entities of power, were weak and helpless and completely at their mercy.
As it was, those privileged to converse with any of the four was very limited.
Marik spoke to no one. Often he could be heard whispering to his self, to his reflection, but those who mistook the sound for him speaking to them suffered terribly for their mistake. As with the fire he represented, Marik was best left alone to his own devices, for those who got to close would find themselves enveloped and burned.
Bakura only spoke to the stars. As he and them shared the same sky, he found it more pleasant to put them at ease with conversation then to spend his time watching them cower from him. Despite his attempts most chose to remain quiet, apart from two who attached themselves devotedly to the moon.
Ryou and Malik were newer stars, both created in the same expanse of time, so both feeling a shared connection to each other. So thus when Bakura had first spoken to them, and Ryou had responded with utter enthusiasm, Malik had naturally copied the action.
Yami spoke to no one but Yugi, and those close to Yugi. Though many creatures found the bond between Dusk and Dawn a strange one, no one dared challenge the relationship. Those who did find the courage to raise an outcry were quickly silenced by Yami, who simply lacked the patience to deal with those who challenged him.
Yugi spoke to anyone who showed the desire to speak with him. Bright and cheerful he befriended everyone – from flowers, to fish, to reptiles, to animals, to humans, and sometimes even to gods. Even those who grew brave and offered a snipe at his expense were rewarded with a smile, though such actions were frowned upon and best left untried, simply because where Yugi was unaffected, Yami felt no problems in punishing those insolent.
Outside these, there was little to no contact between the four and the rest of the world. Among themselves, only the dusk and dawn communicated to each other. The moon treated them both with equal contempt, despite the dawn's attempt to befriend him. Only on rare occasions did the moon and dusk converse, and such moments were stiff and with a tense sort of politeness.
And no one spoke to the sun, and in return he spoke to no one. However, that is not to say the other went unnoticed. Quite the contrary – the moon was taken by the sun. One might call it infatuation, if not for fear of losing one's tongue at such an assumption.
Bakura was enraptured by the sheering heat that both surrounded and filled Marik, found the way he consumed all who defied him breathtaking and passionate. So whenever Dawn or Dusk had their time with the world, the moon would watch the sun from afar, praising him with his eyes, memorizing him.
If the sun noticed the other's gaze he never showed it, remaining quite contently in his own world and the sound of his own voice the only companion he had and the only one he wanted.
Chapter 1 should hopefully be coming soon! ^^;
R&R please?