Touch The Stars

Touch the Stars

Hato chiisai

Disclaimer: No own.

YAOI WARNING

Pharaoh- Marik- telekinetic

Emperor- Bakura- telepath

King- Yami- teleporter

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Chapter 19

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Ryou’s eyes widened.

“I… I can’t just… I can only read surface thoughts!”

“No... I’ve seen much more than you think, boy. I know you can go deeper. Malik caught you searching Marik’s mind.” Ryou gulped.

“I… he was asleep… there are little to no mental barriers in someone who has no telepathic experience, and what are there, more experienced and powerful telepaths can go around, but… I didn’t DIG IN!! I… I set specific thoughts into his mind and then read the emotions that that these thoughts triggered!” Anak glared.

“So you didn’t dig?”

“N-No!”

“Well. This time, you will.” He hissed. “Or so help me, I will begin to maim, torture and kill until I get what I want. I don’t need Malik… Or Ishizu… Or Yugi, or Shizuka, or Mokuba…. I don’t need your brother… or Yami… Or Seto… Or Otogi or Jounochi… They will all die. And when I’m done with them… I will hunt down their people… The Sumerians… the Hittites… The Pheonecians… the Babylonians…. Even Egyptonians…. I will hunt down Assyrians… And I will torture them until I find someone who WILL tell me where your home planet is.” Ryou’s lower lip was trembling. “If you do not get me the translations of the Scriptures…. You will be responsible for the destruction… of… billions.” Ryou stared at the floor. Anak snarled, then turned. “Kill the Prince!”

“NO!!” Marik screamed, struggling fiercely. Malik yelped as he was thrown backwards onto the floor, blood splattering, and stared up at the pair of soldiers who focused on him. They narrowed their eyes, raising their hands to him. Malik’s eyes widened in a panic and crossed his arms over his chest trying to erect a telekinetic shield, but his telekinetic powers never developed well in him; he was too weak and his shield shattered. He let out a scream that was almost immediately choked off. Ryou’s eyes widened as he fell back to the floor, arching his back and writhing. A gurgle came from his throat, and then blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

“You see this?” Anak said to Ryou, grinning down at Malik. “This is a merciful death compared to what will happen to everyone else.”

“STOP!!” Ryou cried, shaking his head as tears spilled down his face. “STOP, PLEASE!!” Anak grinned and motioned to the soldiers to stop. They lowered their hands and obeyed. Ryou jerked away from the men holding him and ran to Malik, who groaned.

“Malik! Malik, are you okay?!” Ryou gasped. Malik coughed and looked at Ryou through half closed eyes. He didn’t answer. Ryou sniffled.

“Get the translations, or I will kill him.” Anak snarled.

“Ryou.” Marik said, suddenly. Ryou looked at him with teary eyes. Marik swallowed and opened his mouth, but then closed it and looked away. Slowly, Ryou stood and walked over to Marik.

“I… I’m sorry.” Ryou said and closed his eyes, reaching out to Marik’s mind. Marik gasped and jerked and Anak moved closer to him, eyes wide. Marik’s breathing became harsh and quick.

“I… won’t let you, Ryou! You don’t know what it is!”

“It… It can’t be… worth that many lives!” Ryou responded in a strained tone. Both had looks of pain on their faces, and both began to sweat. Suddenly, Ryou gasped and stumbled back. Anak whirled.

“WELL?!” He gasped, grabbing Ryou.

“I… I can’t. I went as deep as I could, but… he’s guarding it too well. If I go any deeper into his mind… I… I might not be able to get out again! It’s too dangerous!”

“You think I care?!” Anak snapped. “DO IT!”

“But—“

“DO IT!!”

“……… okay…” Ryou whispered. Anak grinned and backed off. Ryou slowly turned and looked at Marik, who looked over his shoulder at him with large eyes. “I.. I’m sorry, Marik.” Ryou said, softly. “I love you.” And then he closed his eyes and broke into Marik’s mind, going deeper than he had ever gone into a mind before. Marik’s eyes widened until it seemed that they would pop out of his skull, and he let out a rough, throaty scream. Ryou on the other hand squeezed his eyes shit and grimaced, whimpering.

“NO!!” Bakura screamed, and dropped to his knees. He threw open his own mind and tried to reach out to Ryou, but found, to his alarm, Marik’s mind blocking him. “No…. no…. oh please, Ryou, no….” Yami whirled and slammed a button, linking with the bridge.

“Get us close enough to that vessel to allow us to teleport!!” He roared, then whirled to watch the drama unfolding on screen, but the drama playing out could not BE seen. For it was within Marik’s mind that the battle raged.

~*~

Marik held up his shields as much as he could , but not being experienced with keeping such shields they were weakly made, and Ryou was an experienced and trained telepath.

~I cannot let you, Ryou!!~ Marik screamed, holding up a shield.

~And I cannot allow so many to die!!~ Ryou cried back, demolishing it.

~You don’t know what you are giving him!!~

~Then tell me!!~

~I can’t, Ryou!~ Marik insisted, then cried out as Ryou broke through another barrier. Marik slumped to his knees. Ryou drew closer.

~Reveal the Scripture to me, Marik… please. I will decide whether or not it is so great…~ And Ryou narrowed his eyes and dug deeper, finally breaking into the most well guarded part of Marik’s mind. The Marik before him seemed to droop as his mental defenses crumbled. ~Tell me. What is the secret that the Ancient Scriptures tell of?~

~Imagine a great power… you think that Anak robbing people of their lives is bad, Ryou? Well... what about their free will?~

~Free… will?~ Ryou asked, probing deeper. Marik looked up with the wide eyes of a frightened child.

~It is the secret shame of the Ishtar Dynasty, Ryou. It was not established in the ways a dynasty should be. It was forced upon a world robbed of their free will. And the Pharaoh was ashamed. And so… He hid it.~

~Hid what?~ Ryou asked, going deeper into Marik’s mind.

~Hid the item of power… and the secret of it… and the others.~

~Others? Other what?~

~The… Items of Power. The… Millennium Items.~ Ryou blinked.

~The what?~ He asked. Marik winced and shook his head.

~I can’t!!~

~Tell me!~ Ryou asked, plunging forward, determined to discover the secret. Marik let out almost a whine. ~Please… Marik…~

~Seven. There are seven.~

~Seven what?~

~Seven Items, Seven Worlds… Seven People. The Egyptonians had the Rod… The Assyrians the Ring… the Sumerians the Puzzle. The Hittites the Key. The Pheonecians the Eye. The Babylonians the Tauk. And the Romans the Scales. When the Dynasties of the Seven Worlds were founded, each monarch had an Item… But after they had established their empires, they felt guilty. And they were afraid.~

~Afraid? Of what?~ Ryou asked, intrigued.

~Of the power. They were afraid of what they had done… and what they could do. And even more… afraid of what others would do should the Millennium Items fall into the wrong hands. And so… they hid them away.~

~Where are they now?~ Ryou asked.

~They… they….~ Marik winced, and Ryou applied some pressure.

~*~

Anak watched as Marik seemed to hiss in pain, and arched his back. He whimpered and Anak frowned, ordering the soldiers to release the Pharaoh, who slumped to the floor, limply. He then turned and ordered Ryou to be released as well. Ryou did the same, falling next to Marik, one arm landing thrown across his chest. Marik’s eyes were tightly shut, and his head was slowly turning from side to side. Ryou however laid completely still, his eyes half open and glazed over. Anak watched them through narrowed eyes, not sure what to do. Malik rolled his head and opened his eyes, also watching the pair on the floor.

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~Where are the Millennium Items, Marik?~ Ryou asked, kneeling and cradling Marik’s head in his lap. He gently stroked his forehead.

~Gone.~ Marik replied. ~Destroyed. One by one. All but the Rod.~

~How? Why?~

~Because of the power they held. Later generations destroyed them. So long ago… they have been forgotten, and the Rod is all that is left. And is forgotten. Only those of royal blood know of its existence now…~

~What is the power of this… Rod?~

~It… controls your… mind…..~

~… WHAT?!~

~The Rod gives the holder control over the minds of those he wishes.~ Ryou sat, amazed. ~He… cannot get it, Ryou. He CAN’T!!~ Ryou looked at Marik.

~Marik. Where is the Rod?~ Marik stared at Ryou.

~NO!! You can’t tell him, Ryou! You can’t!!~ Ryou frowned and closed his eyes, forcing his way deeper into Marik’s mind. In both the physical world, and the mental, Marik screamed.

“~I WILL NOT!! RYOU!! NO!!! PLEASE!!!~”

Ryou frowned and concentrated, then surged forwards; he had come too far to stop now. He broke through the last of Marik’s defenses; Marik’s mind was completely open to him.

~Marik. Where is the Rod?~

~The… The Rod is… in the best hiding place. In plain sight. The Hall of the Pharaohs. Solid gold sculptures of all the Pharaoh’s are there, all in the same pose… all holding the Rod. It is forgotten as what it is, and well known as a symbol of our people… a new one is made with every Pharaoh and is his scepter. And upon his death when his statue is erected within the Hall of the Pharaoh’s it is placed in his hand… But… one of them is… real.~

~Which one?!~ Ryou gasped.

~The Seventh Pharaoh… Shahdi.~ Marik gasped, then went limp. Ryou sighed and nodded, gently stroking his forehead. He sat for a few minutes, thinking.

“~I cannot allow you to tell him.~” Marik said, suddenly. Ryou blinked. And then, Marik threw his mind wide open. Ryou gasped and looked around, wildly. Marik stood and looked down at the Prince. “~You have entered the depths of my mind. And I’m sorry Ryou… I love you, but… I cannot let you leave…~” And he launched himself forwards and seized Ryou, who gasped and began to struggle. But Marik was too strong. He lifted Ryou into his arms, turned into the depths of his mind and carried him, kicking and screaming, deep within. And then, he knelt and held Ryou to his chest, gently stroking his hair.

“~Ryou… my love… I… I’m sorry…~” And then, he threw up all his mental defenses, and closed his mind.

~*~

“Ryou… my love… I… I’m sorry…” Marik whimpered. And then, Ryou threw his head back and screamed. Anak ran over, eyes wide in alarm. The boy arched his back and reached up to the ceiling, eyes wide and terrified, clawing at the air as if searching for something to hold onto. Then, his entire body went completely limp, and he was silent. Marik groaned and opened his eyes, then slowly sat up, looking dazed. Anak stared at him, alarmed.

“What… what did you do?” He gasped.

~*~

The monarchs on the Sumerian Flagship all jumped and whirled when Bakura screamed, fisting his hands in his hair. Yami ran to him, dropping to his knees.

“Bakura! BAKURA!!” He called, and after a moment, Bakura stopped screaming. But he still sat on his knees with his hands fisted in his hair. His eyes were wide and terrified and tears flooded down his face in rivers. Yami looked around at Seto who also approached Bakura, alarmed at his violent shaking.

“Bakura... what is it?” Seto asked.

“Ryou!” Bakura gasped in a high pitched voice. “He’s gone!”

“What?” Yami gasped. “Gone? What do you mean, gone?!”

“His mind! Marik… He……”

“What, Bakura?” Yami asked.

“Ryou went too deep into his mind… and Marik closed it. He’s… he’s trapped… in Marik’s… mind...”

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