Blood on her Claws
Blood on her Claws
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still working on my other story, so don’t panic…I’m just waiting for
inspiration to grip me. ^_^ Here’s a story I wrote as
an AU for how Pharaoh got locked into the Millennium Puzzle. I put it into
Bakura’s favor, because—well, you’ll see.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters.
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It had been quiet that day. As the sun began to set, Pharaoh
retired to his bedchambers—unaware of what was waiting for him. As he opened
the doors to his bedroom, he gasped.
A cat, a long sleek, tawny, winged cat, lay upon his bed,
slowly licking her fur as she stared up at Atem with a carnal glint in her eye.
“So nice of you to join me…” she murmured, a long black tipped tail flicking
out from under his sheets. She lifted her hind quarters
off of the bed and stood, watching him through cruel, golden eyes.
“Guards!” Atem yelled, glancing around furiously. The guards
didn’t come. The being on his bed laughed harder.
“Fool. They won’t answer you. I saw to it a long time
ago…” She bounced off the bed and walked toward him, brushed up against his leg
with her tail as she purred sadistically. “What do you want from me?” Pharaoh
asked in a low growl; if he thought he could do it without causing injury to
next to him laughed.
“About a month ago…you did something very bad to a friend of
mine…I wish to exact revenge.” Her voice was light, condescending, and very
cruel. Atem snorted—the only thing that happened a month ago was…
…oh, no. Was she a friend of Bakura’s? He was now in very
real danger—and he knew it. Looking down at her, he realized that around her
sleek neck was the Millennium Puzzle, and he had a bad feeling about what she
had up her sleeve.
However, he did not for one second let his cold demeanor
The cat simply watched him.
“I can have you on your knees in a second, my prey…do not
doubt me for what I can do.” The second his hand touched the door, she pounced,
pushing him flat against the ground as she growled a soft chuckle. Sliding her
paws down his arms, she made chains appear somehow, magically really, and hold
the now struggling Pharaoh down. In a desperate attempt to call attention to
his plight, he screamed at her.
“Let me go, you vile beast!” The chains pulled his arms taut
across the floor, restraining him from any and all
movement. Fury flashed through
hard across the face, leaving five long gashes in her claws’ wake. “Do not talk
unless I tell you to.”
Narrowing crimson eyes, Atem growled low in his throat. “You
have no authority over me, swine!” Fury crossed her eyes again and she slapped,
and this time it stung. Within seconds, Pharaoh felt weak, and had a bad
feeling he’d been poisoned. He watched now, helplessly
as the cat licked his blood from her claws. He could see a pale blue liquid
dripping from the tips of her claws as well and knew that must have been the poison.
She turned her attention back towards Atem, her long tail flicking back and
forth.
“I’m going to kill you,” was her simple statement, “after I
make you pay for what you’ve done.”
Helpless from the poison, Pharaoh could only watch as she
stripped him of his clothes and jewels then stretched out her long, sharp
claws. Now panting slightly with dismay at this, Atem’s
mind raced. What do I do? I
way in hell I’m begging…at least…
The feeling of the animal’s claws suddenly digging into his
arms made him cry out weakly. He no longer was able to struggle as the animal
loomed over him. “So tell me…why did you lock my Master away? He didn’t do
anything to you that you didn’t have coming…”
The pharaoh beneath her suddenly began to shake. What did
she want now? There was no bringing back Bakura…but perhaps that was what she
wanted. Her tail flicked and those eyes (which reminded Atem so very much of
Bakura’s own heartless eyes) narrowed.
“You don’t have much to say, do you, Pharaoh?” Atem slowly looked back into her cold eyes as her tail
reveal those long, dangerous fangs and she lowered her head down to
Now finding the urge to struggle, the pharaoh did, thrashing
against his bonds until he felt those icy teeth clench his throat. Weakened,
almost desperate gasps filtered up to the animal’s keen hearing. She laughed
softly before sinking those jaws down into his throat and listening to his
strangled cry. She remembered well the words of her master, about how Pharaoh
would die at his hands.
Sad that the duty of Pharaoh’s death would lie with her, she
nevertheless took joy in feeling her hated enemy’s life-giving blood begin to
drain. Taking just enough to leave him dizzy and even more helpless, she
withdrew her fangs and watched in satisfaction as Atem’s
head fell to the ground with a dull thud,
blood slowly pouring from the now open wounds along his neck. She lapped at her
fangs with a long, pink tongue, absolutely enjoying the rich, royal coppery
taste of the Pharaoh’s very life on her teeth.
Turning back to her scarcely breathing victim, she said
abruptly, “Apologize.”
Barely able to breathe, Atem looked up at her and managed one
word. “W-what?” That long, whip-like tail flicked and she growled, long,
leathery ears pinning against her skull. “You heard me.” Atem struggled to lift
his head and said in a low voice, “I have nothing to apologize for! I was not
the one that killed his village! He challenged me to the Shadow Duel, and it was his own DAMN FAULT he lost!”
The animal pulled back, laid those long dangerous claws on
leaving long, bleeding claw marks, far more painful then anything else she had
done thus far.
Panting with a small amount of rage, the cat snarled as he
screamed with pain, his tense body going limp as the pain overtook him, but he
lips as the cat once again began to lick his blood off of her claws. “Do not
tempt me to skin you right now. I will…and do not doubt me for the sheer amount
of pain I can cause you. Now I will tell you again. Apologize for what you have
done to my Master…for he did not deserve the treatment you gave him, before the
duel nor after the duel.”
Feeling the cat placing those vicious talons where she had
already ripped, Atem couldn’t suppress the whimper of
pain as he whispered, “What else could I do? Let him go?!”
Those claws dug in deep and for a few seconds, he couldn’t
breathe at all. “I did not ask for an excuse. I asked for an apology.”
The cat found a sadistic thrill in watching the open wounds
on his chest gurgle slightly as he tried to pull in a desperate breath, whether
to apologize or to simply stay alive, she didn’t know.
It took a few desperate gasps for Atem to begin to form
words. “W-what…Bakura…did…it was inexcusable…” Pinning her ears, but having a
feeling that Pharaoh wasn’t done, she spared him more
pain until he was through talking. “..and it would not
have been good for my kingdom to just let him go…but…I knew he had been through
a lot…”
The cat snarled and unconsciously sunk her claws in deeper.
“Been through a lot?! Do you have any idea of what it
is like to lose you’re entire family, friends, and anyone else you might have
known at such a tender age?! To be left so completely
alone and know that someone wanted
this?!”
For a moment, Atem considered this. What must have it been
like? Brow furrowed in both pain and consideration, he closed his eyes.
Bakura had lost it all.
A sharp pain in his chest brought him violently out of his
reverie with a scream. Her claws were deeply imbedded in his chest and
clenching around his heart. His eyes widened as his body was
lifted off the ground by her iron grip, gasping and crying out as the
Millennium Puzzle was laid upon his chest. Murmuring a chant that Atem could no
longer make out because of the pain, she sealed his soul
claws and killing the young Pharaoh.
She left through the window, purposefully leaving Pharaoh’s
body chained like that before making sure her bloody paw prints littered his
night air.
Yugi’s mouth was left dry as he
tried to call for someone to help Yami—but there was no one. The dream suddenly
began to shift to a dark room where he saw his Yami chained down to a stone
slab, wearing nothing but simple Egyptian slave attire. His soft, amethyst eyes
welled with tears as he slowly stepped forward. He carried all of the wounds
and all of the pain from the cat’s attack, and instinctively flinched when
Yugi’s hand gently touched his back. Turning as much as he could with his
chains, he glanced at Yugi. Deep, sad crimson eyes widened as Yugi gently
hugged his Yami, his eyes soft as he whispered, “Is that how you became sealed,
Mou hitori no boku?” Yami nodded
slowly. “Yes, aibou…yes.” He felt Yugi’s arms slowly wrap around him and a
small hand come to rest over the horrible wound on his chest. Yami felt the
boy’s face bury itself against his crown of hair and whimper softly. “Why does
it have to always be this way? Why do people have to kill eachother? I’ve asked
myself before…but its just…mou hitori no
boku…its just too much for me to bear, knowing
that people maliciously kill each other.”
Slowly lifting a
chained arm to touch Yugi’s leg, Yami whispered, “Hush, aibou, hush…I know
that…I know…and now that I know, there are times I wish more then
anything I could stop my uncle from killing Bakura’s village. It hurts,
The smaller boy
walked in front of Yami and curled up on his lap (because he
had been forced to kneel) and whispered, “Did she really kill you like
that?” Yami nodded, then buried his face in Yugi’s
hair, inhaling deeply of the sweet, lavender scent and hoping it would calm him
down a little, but knowing nothing but time would…and it had already been 3,000
years…
Perhaps
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AN://Awww…how sad.
Please R&R!!!! And I know,
I love my kitty villains…