Title: The Light Within

Pairings: Yami/Yugi, Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik, maybe others?

Summary: Three misguided teens, led away from their intended paths by the darkness. Can the balance be restored by the light halves of their souls? 

Warning: Shounen-ai. Swearing. Light violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and I make no profit from this, it's purely for the enjoyment of myself and others (though I'm not certain about that…)

*cackles* Ahh…a new story. Sorry! I just had to do this. Don't worry, Hentai Ryou won't be held up, it should be updated shortly. Anyway, who ever said the hikaris had to be given the Sennen Items? *grins* I was wondering that, so I figured I'd switch things around. Obviously not making the Yamis light and vice versa… Could you honestly see an evil Yugi and an innocent Marik? XD That would make such a sight… Anyway, onward to the first chapter! First off -- Yami. ^_^

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Chapter One – So it begins

"This is the third time you've been sent to see me in this week alone, Yami Mutou, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"That guy shouldn't have started with me."

"You didn't have to break his nose!"

A snort was all the Principle of Domino High School was graced with. Crimson eyes regarded the stout man lazily, the teen having been through the same routine countless times before.

A hand pinched the bridge of the older man's nose, a tired sigh escaping his lips. "I'll have to phone your parents this time, Yami, the letters don't seem to be getting home."

Yami rose from his seat, shrugging noncommittally. "Whatever."

Turning and walking towards the door, the teen stopped momentarily when the other spoke.

"You're an intelligent young man, Yami. If you just put the effort in--"

"Save it." Yami snapped, opening the door and walking out, feeling slight satisfaction at the loud noise it made when he slammed it shut.

"You're up, Nishimura." Yami said, smirking slightly in greeting at the white-haired boy sat waiting, smoking a cigarette, obviously disregarding the rules.

Harsh brown eyes rolled, the albino rising to his feet. A low growl was emitted as Yami stole the cigarette from his lips before sauntering down the corridor.

"You can't smoke that in here." A small woman objected, gazing at Yami reproachfully. "And shouldn't you be in class?"

"Bite me," was all the teen said as he walked past, making sure to blow smoke in her face as he did so.

Fools. All of them. Yami only attended school through lack of anything better to do, and it was fun to make life hell for those unfortunate enough to teach him. He left the other students alone, though. Bullying wasn't his thing.

There were the occasional assholes that like to pick fights with him, however. Guys like that were merely resentful to his popularity despite his aloof nature. Yami smirked at the mental image of Ushio nursing a bloody nose.

Yami threw the finished cigarette to the ground as he left the school building, making his way towards his black coupe convertible. Yami's already sour mood darkened as he saw who was leaning against his car, obviously waiting for him.

"What the hell do you want, Mazaki?" he snapped as he stood before her.

The brunette smile, fluttering her eyes flirtatiously, seemingly unaffected by the crimson-eyed teen's attitude. "Isn't that obvious?" Anzu purred, her voice silky.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" Yami growled, giving Anzu a nasty glare. "Or even better, somewhere far away from me?"

The smile slipped from her face, tears gathering in her azure eyes. Yami sighed, walking around to the driver's side, unlocking the door and climbing in.

Shooting the sniffling girl beside the car a flat look, Yami said, "Don't even bother trying to fool me. You should know by now that I won't fall for that," before starting up the engine and driving off.

Anzu's eyes hardened and she wiped away the fake tears, not wanting to mess up her make-up. Turning on her heels, the brunette walked back towards the school building as the black convertible sped off, screeching as it turned a corner.

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Yami tossed his leather jacket onto the couch and made his way upstairs, not bothering to hide the fact that he was at home instead of furthering his supposed education. No one was there. No one ever was.

As the teen reached the door to his room, he felt a shiver run down his spine and had the unexplainable urge against entering his room. Rolling his eyes at himself, Yami opened the door and walked into his room.

Yami's eyes widened at the sight of the man sat calmly on his bed. Eerie sapphire eyes stared unblinkingly at him, and Yami quickly brought out a switchblade from his pocket, holding it in front of himself threateningly.

"Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?" Yami growled, sizing the man up. He didn't seem too dangerous, Yami could easily take him out if need be.

"Yami Mutou." The man stated, getting to his feet. Yami took a step back to keep the distance between them, surprise evident on his features at the man's knowledge of his name.

"My name is Shadi, and I mean you no harm. What I tell you now I want you to take to heart, because your reaction may result in life or death."

Yami raised a disbelieving eyebrow. Was he some sort of gang member? This Shadi definitely didn't look like a greedy murderer often associated with gangs, and no one that he knew of held a serious grudge against him.

"Your intended path has been knocked off balance by means beyond my control. Your destiny is now unclear, and unless action is taken, terrible things will occur." He explained, his strange accent unknown to Yami.

"What the hell are you talking about!?" Yami exclaimed in disbelief. This man was obviously crazy. Intended path? Destiny? What a load of nonsense!

Shadi smiled, a grim, sad smile. "Darkness and solitude is your way of life now. This was not meant to be. You are the leader of a trio that are destined to save our world from the corrupt power attempting to consume it."

"Look, I don't know who you think you are or what the shit spewing from your mouth is supposed to mean, but it doesn't concern me!" Yami yelled angrily, the little patience with the lunatic vanished.

Shadi didn't flinch at the teen's harsh words, merely smiled that sad smile, his eyes shining in what looked like pity. Yami felt his fury rise. He didn't need some stranger to pity him! This Shadi didn't even know him!

"You don't know me." Yami stated lowly, his eyes narrowed dangerously as his hand tightened the grip on his knife.

"That is where you are wrong, young Yami. You are the Pharaoh of Upper and Lower Egypt reincarnated. You hold the power to wield the dangerous powers of the Shadows." Shadi explained, holding a hand out to the younger, a questioning in his eyes.

"Will you accept the truth and let me help you rediscover your past?"

Yami snorted, lunging at Shadi with his knife. "Not fucking likely."

The weapon sliced through nothing but air, and Yami gasped, gawking at the place Shadi used to stand.

"I was afraid this would happen. I did not want to resort to this…"

Yami whirled around in time to see Shadi holding what looked like a golden puzzle in his hands, before a bright light enveloped the room, causing Yami's vision to blur and his world to go black.

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Yami groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, quickly sitting up as the earlier events made themselves known to his haze filled mind. Frantically looking around the room, there was no sign of the man from earlier. Everything seemed just as it was before…

Maybe he had dreamt it? Yami frowned. But it had seemed so real. Running a hand through his tri-coloured hair, Yami sighed in confusion, before wincing as a sharp pain lanced through his head. Feeling extremely disorientated, Yami grumbled to himself and got up from his spot on the floor – how had that happened? – and decided to get extremely drunk, despite the fact it was little over two in the afternoon.

Yami took a sharp intake of breath at the unfamiliar feeling of something heavy resting against his chest. Crimson eyes widened as he looked down and regarded the golden pyramid he had seen Shadi hold in his hands. It couldn't be! Putting his hand to the object, intending on removing it from around his neck, he received a sharp jolt, causing the teen to quickly retract his hand in pain.

Deciding he was going insane, Yami made his way downstairs with every intention of getting plastered in hopes to forget the strange and worrying events that made his brain hurt.

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Sooo…what did you think? Good? Bad? Absolutely appalling? -.-;; Well whatever you think, please let me know whether I should continue with this.

Next will be Bakura and his encounter, though no more Shadi till later, as he's realised that reasoning with three thickheaded and stubborn teens is useless. Also, Yami will finally be aware of Yugi's presence. Yay! ^^; Well, if you want me to continue this, that is.

Please review!