He watched as they screamed silently. He watched as children were thrown
into the furnace to warm this world of his own. He watched as the women and
men were slaughtered, because they were undeserving to remain alive. He
watched all this pass by in a panorama that still amazed him, though he'd
been here for many years.
How many? He could not remember. Why was he here? It did not matter anymore. He knew that soon his master would be coming. He said earlier that he had a special treat today, just for him. He liked treats. He liked his master. His master beat him and made sure he stayed chained to the rock overlooking the pit. His master was kind compared to others. He loved his master.
He watched unfeelingly as a child resembling his younger sister was thrown into the pit, followed by a woman that looked like his mother. They should be happy. They had come to paradise.
The child was torn, kicking and screaming away, calling for her mother and her brother. His name. It was his name she called. He watched with tired eyes as the demons dragged her to the furnace and threw her in.
"Shizuka." He whispered, his voice cracking from little use. He listened to her final shrieks, until there was only a hissing, sizzling sound coming from her burnt corpse. He watched as his mother was dragged bodily to the feeding pits where the demons resting waited for their meals. He closed his eyes and listened to her screams of horror and pain mingle with the hundreds of others which were a constant serenade to the young man.
"Jou," His master called to him, and he opened his eyes, looking up at his master with joy in his heart. The cold, black leather clad man unlocked the chains from his arms. He watched as the metal clattered to the ground. The master motioned for him to rise, and he did, as steady as though he hadn't spent years in that kneeling position.
The master led him down the lightly sloping hill and down to where the gates awaited those just arriving in this world. This beautiful paradise. He was led past the gates, and out into the tunnel. It was dark, the only light coming from the paradise he had left. He noticed there was a boy standing nearby, with odd coloured hair. A yellow colour, one he hadn't seen before in his long undead life in the red lit paradise.
The boy watched them approach warily and recoiled at the sight of him. He looked to his master with open curiosity. But he had forgotten, his master didn't like that. Whipping his hand back, the master lashed out at him, causing a red welt to rise under his right eye and for him to stumble towards the golden haired boy.
"I'm sorry master." He apologized, moving to put one of his clawed hands to his face. The blonde boy looked at him in surprise.
"Are you going to let him do that to you?!" He asked, outraged. He watched him calmly and felt the welt disappear underneath his fingers. Nodding slowly, he looked over the young man. He had a defiant look in his honey- brown eyes that screamed of the living. His eyes widened in shock. This boy was still alive! He turned to his master, face carefully blank. His master nodded and the blonde boy looked between them, taking a few steps back. He moved forward and touched the blonde boy's face and watched as he moved back a few more paces.
He was excited. After all the time waiting, he could go back! He offered the boy his hand. The blonde looked at it, but noticing the hopeful look in his eyes, took it.
"You will take his life and go back to haunt the living realm. Do not disappoint me." The master said, and the blonde jerked as if he was struck. Slowly, he started to vanish. The blonde tried to loosen his grip, but it was pointless. A demon is far too strong for a human to beat off.
He could feel himself disappearing, and smiled at the blonde. But he growled and screamed a foul word into his face. Then they were both gone.
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Kaiba lay in bed, wide awake. It was so dark, he couldn't tell if he was blinking or not. He couldn't sleep for some reason. It wasn't that that stupid mutt was dead, no, he didn't care enough about that to even go to his funeral. What did it matter anyway?
Scritch… Scritch… Scritch…
What was that? It sounded like it was coming from the adjoining bathroom. Kaiba threw the sheets off of his body and swung his feet over onto the floor. Feeling the soft, plush carpet under his feet relaxed him slightly. His analitical mind took over and he decided that Mokuba was trying to pull a trick on him.
Moving swiftly across the room, he paused as he heard more noises coming from the other side of the door.
Scritch… Schrrrrreeeeeeee… Schrrrreeeee… Scritch… Schrrrreeeeee… Scritch…
It sounded like nails being run over a chalkboard. He walked slowly forward and rested his hand on the doorknob. The noises stopped. Kaiba lifted his hand from the doorknob and the scratches started again.
Kaiba quickly decided what to do. Grabbing the doorknob quickly and turning it, he threw it open. Kaiba's smirk quickly faded as he saw there was no one in the bathroom. Letting go of the door, he walked in a few paces and stopped. The scratching noise was happening again, right behind him.
Kaiba turned around to face the miror and froze. He saw his face turn ashen and pale. There were words scratched on the miror's surface.
Have you forgotten me? I'm still here Kaiba.
Kaiba stared at the words befor realizing he was falling for Mokuba's little joke. He chuckled slightly and turned to leave. Exiting the bathroom, Kaiba went back to his bed and was about to lie down, when a scream split through the quiet of the mansion.
'Mokuba!' Was his first thought, and he ran out of the room to check on his little brother. Don the hallway and to the right, Kaiba almost ran over Mokuba, who was tearing away from his room as fast as he could.
Mokuba put a death grip on his older brother as Seto leaned down to find out what had happened. Tears were running down the boy's face as he sobbed into his brother's chest, yelling out disjointed sentances.
"There was… and then he… and blood… standing there… on the walls… so scared… dripping… don't make me go back!" Kaiba just held his little brother, trying too make sense of his ramblings. So far, there was a man in Mokuba's room, he was injured badly so that he was dripping blood. But the part about the walls?
"Mokuba, calm down. Breathe. Now tell me, what happened?" He asked, loosening the death grip and walking slowly with Mokuba back towards his room. Mokuba wiped the tears from his eyes fiercely as they walked, hiccuping slightly.
"I was sleeping, and all of a sudden, I was awake. There was this scratching noise, like someone writing with a pen? Then I turned over to see what it was, and there was this guy standing with his back to me. It was too dark to see properly, but he was writing something on the walls. I couldn't even move I was so scared! Then, all of a sudden, he stops writing and turns around. For a while he just stared at me, then he turned and walked over to the window. I was hardly breathing. Then, oh Seto, then he opened the curtains and he disappeared, but I saw him, and…." Mokuba trailed off. They had arrived at his bedroom.
Mokuba whimpered and looked up at Kaiba. "Please don't go in there big brother." He begged. Kaiba nodded and pushed open the door with his foot. He gaped at the sight and pulled Mokuba behind him so he wouldn't see. But it was too late for that. Kaiba kneeled down and hugged his brother tightly, all the while staring at the wall to the left of the door.
The light from the window poured in and illuminated the dark letters writen there. Kaiba noticed it was still dripping, and could smell blood in the air. The letters writen gleamed against the light blue wall.
Have you fogotten me? I'm still here Kaiba.
Kaiba wrenched his gaze away from the wall and looked down at his crying little brother.
"Mokuba, who did this?" He asked firmly. Mokuba tried to stifle his sobs long enough to answer. When he could make himself cohearant, he managed to spit out the name.
"Joey." He blurted, then started sobbing again.
How many? He could not remember. Why was he here? It did not matter anymore. He knew that soon his master would be coming. He said earlier that he had a special treat today, just for him. He liked treats. He liked his master. His master beat him and made sure he stayed chained to the rock overlooking the pit. His master was kind compared to others. He loved his master.
He watched unfeelingly as a child resembling his younger sister was thrown into the pit, followed by a woman that looked like his mother. They should be happy. They had come to paradise.
The child was torn, kicking and screaming away, calling for her mother and her brother. His name. It was his name she called. He watched with tired eyes as the demons dragged her to the furnace and threw her in.
"Shizuka." He whispered, his voice cracking from little use. He listened to her final shrieks, until there was only a hissing, sizzling sound coming from her burnt corpse. He watched as his mother was dragged bodily to the feeding pits where the demons resting waited for their meals. He closed his eyes and listened to her screams of horror and pain mingle with the hundreds of others which were a constant serenade to the young man.
"Jou," His master called to him, and he opened his eyes, looking up at his master with joy in his heart. The cold, black leather clad man unlocked the chains from his arms. He watched as the metal clattered to the ground. The master motioned for him to rise, and he did, as steady as though he hadn't spent years in that kneeling position.
The master led him down the lightly sloping hill and down to where the gates awaited those just arriving in this world. This beautiful paradise. He was led past the gates, and out into the tunnel. It was dark, the only light coming from the paradise he had left. He noticed there was a boy standing nearby, with odd coloured hair. A yellow colour, one he hadn't seen before in his long undead life in the red lit paradise.
The boy watched them approach warily and recoiled at the sight of him. He looked to his master with open curiosity. But he had forgotten, his master didn't like that. Whipping his hand back, the master lashed out at him, causing a red welt to rise under his right eye and for him to stumble towards the golden haired boy.
"I'm sorry master." He apologized, moving to put one of his clawed hands to his face. The blonde boy looked at him in surprise.
"Are you going to let him do that to you?!" He asked, outraged. He watched him calmly and felt the welt disappear underneath his fingers. Nodding slowly, he looked over the young man. He had a defiant look in his honey- brown eyes that screamed of the living. His eyes widened in shock. This boy was still alive! He turned to his master, face carefully blank. His master nodded and the blonde boy looked between them, taking a few steps back. He moved forward and touched the blonde boy's face and watched as he moved back a few more paces.
He was excited. After all the time waiting, he could go back! He offered the boy his hand. The blonde looked at it, but noticing the hopeful look in his eyes, took it.
"You will take his life and go back to haunt the living realm. Do not disappoint me." The master said, and the blonde jerked as if he was struck. Slowly, he started to vanish. The blonde tried to loosen his grip, but it was pointless. A demon is far too strong for a human to beat off.
He could feel himself disappearing, and smiled at the blonde. But he growled and screamed a foul word into his face. Then they were both gone.
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Kaiba lay in bed, wide awake. It was so dark, he couldn't tell if he was blinking or not. He couldn't sleep for some reason. It wasn't that that stupid mutt was dead, no, he didn't care enough about that to even go to his funeral. What did it matter anyway?
Scritch… Scritch… Scritch…
What was that? It sounded like it was coming from the adjoining bathroom. Kaiba threw the sheets off of his body and swung his feet over onto the floor. Feeling the soft, plush carpet under his feet relaxed him slightly. His analitical mind took over and he decided that Mokuba was trying to pull a trick on him.
Moving swiftly across the room, he paused as he heard more noises coming from the other side of the door.
Scritch… Schrrrrreeeeeeee… Schrrrreeeee… Scritch… Schrrrreeeeee… Scritch…
It sounded like nails being run over a chalkboard. He walked slowly forward and rested his hand on the doorknob. The noises stopped. Kaiba lifted his hand from the doorknob and the scratches started again.
Kaiba quickly decided what to do. Grabbing the doorknob quickly and turning it, he threw it open. Kaiba's smirk quickly faded as he saw there was no one in the bathroom. Letting go of the door, he walked in a few paces and stopped. The scratching noise was happening again, right behind him.
Kaiba turned around to face the miror and froze. He saw his face turn ashen and pale. There were words scratched on the miror's surface.
Have you forgotten me? I'm still here Kaiba.
Kaiba stared at the words befor realizing he was falling for Mokuba's little joke. He chuckled slightly and turned to leave. Exiting the bathroom, Kaiba went back to his bed and was about to lie down, when a scream split through the quiet of the mansion.
'Mokuba!' Was his first thought, and he ran out of the room to check on his little brother. Don the hallway and to the right, Kaiba almost ran over Mokuba, who was tearing away from his room as fast as he could.
Mokuba put a death grip on his older brother as Seto leaned down to find out what had happened. Tears were running down the boy's face as he sobbed into his brother's chest, yelling out disjointed sentances.
"There was… and then he… and blood… standing there… on the walls… so scared… dripping… don't make me go back!" Kaiba just held his little brother, trying too make sense of his ramblings. So far, there was a man in Mokuba's room, he was injured badly so that he was dripping blood. But the part about the walls?
"Mokuba, calm down. Breathe. Now tell me, what happened?" He asked, loosening the death grip and walking slowly with Mokuba back towards his room. Mokuba wiped the tears from his eyes fiercely as they walked, hiccuping slightly.
"I was sleeping, and all of a sudden, I was awake. There was this scratching noise, like someone writing with a pen? Then I turned over to see what it was, and there was this guy standing with his back to me. It was too dark to see properly, but he was writing something on the walls. I couldn't even move I was so scared! Then, all of a sudden, he stops writing and turns around. For a while he just stared at me, then he turned and walked over to the window. I was hardly breathing. Then, oh Seto, then he opened the curtains and he disappeared, but I saw him, and…." Mokuba trailed off. They had arrived at his bedroom.
Mokuba whimpered and looked up at Kaiba. "Please don't go in there big brother." He begged. Kaiba nodded and pushed open the door with his foot. He gaped at the sight and pulled Mokuba behind him so he wouldn't see. But it was too late for that. Kaiba kneeled down and hugged his brother tightly, all the while staring at the wall to the left of the door.
The light from the window poured in and illuminated the dark letters writen there. Kaiba noticed it was still dripping, and could smell blood in the air. The letters writen gleamed against the light blue wall.
Have you fogotten me? I'm still here Kaiba.
Kaiba wrenched his gaze away from the wall and looked down at his crying little brother.
"Mokuba, who did this?" He asked firmly. Mokuba tried to stifle his sobs long enough to answer. When he could make himself cohearant, he managed to spit out the name.
"Joey." He blurted, then started sobbing again.