SlippingSanity : Hello all who are reading this! This story will be my fouth addition and second multi-chapter addition to the YuGiOh GX Fanfictions! Yay!
Side Notes : I would like to inform all who are reading this story that this will be a yaoi. Secondly, I would like to inform you all that this is an Alternate Universe fanfiction, so not everything in this writing, if anything, will be directly related to what's been viewed in the show or read in the manga (I think there's a manga). I will try my best to incorperate many themes, but please try to keep in mind that the alternate universe status of this story will probobly rob away many themes in turn. I am, however, not trying to say this in order to place a veil over my ignorance. If there is something in the story that does not appear to be correct, or if it is not mentioned at all but should be, please feel free to let me know. I will try to correct my mistakes, or inform as to why something is not there or is the way it is.
Also, I have alot of troble of keeping people in character, so if someone (or many) would like to help me, please do so.
Now that this has been cleared up, I would like to introduce the first chapter of my new fanfiction.
Anime : YuGiOh GX
Title : Scarlet Rings
Summary : (Alternate Universe) The red ring around Chazz's wrist never seems to disappear. It was there during his birth, and will remain until his death, for it is the marking left over from his former self. But what if this 'former self' decides he wants to be rid of the cursed circle? How will it bode for Chazz and those around him? And what about the other person that is supposed to help complete the prophcey?
Character One : Chazz Princeton
Character Two : Bastion Misawa
Pairings : Bastion Misawa / Chazz Princeton
Jaden Yuki / Syrus Truesdale
Zane Truesdale / Alexis Rhodes
...and possibly others.
Genre : Action/Adventure / Romance / Fantasy
Rating : M
Chapter One
Scarlet Rings : Dream
Beige grains of sand glittered in heavy doses across the horizon, flying wayward with the hot wind. The golden sun which slowly descened the sky sky shone down upon the heavily robed messanger as he ran as best he could across the unstable domain. The messanger's feet sunk deep into the earth as he traveled in his hurried pace towards the rich oasis within his eye's view, his mouth passing hot, dry breath from having already swallowed his last provisions of water. He thought not of such details, however, because he was soon to be rewarded for the news he barely contained within his mind. This life saving information, he was sure, would bring him to near golden status. He would reach heights only climbed by kings and queens, and be admired far and wide. Yes, an exhausting run through an unbearably hot and humid desert was a small price to pay for fame.
With renewed vigor, the cloaked man ran towards his destination with a smile. He would be famous! He would be a hero! This news would make him practically a God!
"I'm almost there!" The man cried out, his voice harsh and cracked with dryness. "I'm almo-"
He inhaled sharply as he was stricken with a sudden pain in his abdomen, his body paralyzed with the painful burning sensation. The man's eyes traveled downwards, widening with extreme fear as he took note of the reason for his flaring pain. The messenger coughed up a stangled scream associated with blood which stained his teeth. The crimson liquid dropped to the sullied sand ground, blending in with the blood that fell from his lower chest captivity.
The hand protruding from the messenger's body turned slowly, a sickening sound of gurgles and small, numerous snaps frightened the messenger. Thoughts of death and feelings of fear intensified as the blood lined fingers poking through him flexed, the sharp nails of the hand glistening with his blood slowly danced in delight of his life liquid.
"Thanks for leading me to the city, old man. I never would have made it without you," The voice of the owner of the deadly limb whispered into the messenger's ear, his hot breath and eerily casual tone sending chills down the older man's spine and causing him to shudder.
"Are you afraid?" The clawed one asked the messenger with mock concern as he pulled the impaled man closer to himself, coiling his free arm around the older man's waist to ensure his captivity. He twisted his hand inside the male's flesh, his smirk increasing with satisfaction as he felt the slick internal organs wrap around his wrist and lower arm. He listened with amusement and delight as the old man screamed in pain, jerking to move away from the tightly coiled cause of pain as more blood passed from the hole in his flesh and fell from his mouth. "Do you want me to let you go?"
The old messenger rapidly nodded his head, screaming out his answer of "Yes!" repeatedly as blood sprayed from his teeth and tears fell from his eyes. He wanted to be free of he inhuman amount of pain he felt, and rid of the foreign hand stabbed directly through his body. He wanted to be free of the odd feeling of air passing into him without the help of his lungs, and rid of the warm, wet feeling of his own blood pouring down his body. The messenger wanted to be free of the bone-shaking fear instilled in him from even the thought of the other behind him. He wanted to be free of it all!
"Please! Free me from this pain!" The messenger cried out, his words forced out from his throat constricting sobs.
The younger nodded his head and pulled his hand back with a skill he was so used to preforming with. The almost instantaneous flick of his wirst, the quick grab at the soft and moist human innards, the friction between his hand, the treasure within his grasp, and the sharp spine never remained foreign for too long. Yet, though he had done such things before, he found it never ceased to amuse him when the pink and red organs became tightly strung between his hand and where ever they were connected in the body, before his strength ripped the organs from the body in a manner he was sure was painful.
Blood showered from the body of the messenger as the new corpse was dropped to the ground.
"Once again..." the clawed murderer whisper, dropping what he ripped from the other man to the ground. "And after this, no more..."
His black hair snapped with the wind direction, shadowing his eyes from anyone who might see him. Blood from his latest kill dripped from his right hand and created small droplets of puddles in his wake as he continued towards his destination. He, however, did not care. It didn't matter to him if anyone followed him to the oasis. If someone did decide to follow after him...
"It'd be their lost!" The black haired murderer smirked, running his left hand through his long, blowing, spiked locks.
"I recommend no one travels to The Land of Alezeia tonight! At least, not without the proper head gear. I say this because..." The murderer yelled into the air, his words seeming to change the flow of the current and sweeping the warning behind him as if to make sure his message was heard. Crimson eyes opened, the hot fire of determination and murder intensifying as the sky grew darker and the night grew colder.
His voice fell into a near whisper, his words spoken in a near growl mixed in with the sensation that ran through his body.
"...it's going to rain blood..."
Dark gray eyes opened abruptly, the owner of those eyes bucking upwards in his bed in fright, his mouth parted as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. Sweat covered his body in a thin sheet, making him involuntarily shiver when he felt a draft.
What the hell! What was that? The teen asked himself mentally. He buried his face into the palms of his hands while groaning. He had been having similar dreams to the one he'd just experienced, and it was beginning to grow tiresome. Angrily he flopped back onto his pillow, pulling his warm covers over his body. He turned to his side as if doing so would mean he was turning his back on the dream he just awoke from.
"Get a grip, Chazz," He growled angrily at himself, "It's just a stupid dream!"
Part of him was disturbed by the dream and wanted to further think about what the dream meant, but most of the teen decided it was best to sleep and forget. And so he went to sleep.