Legend of Glory
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
Views:
5,859
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh, nor do I make a profit off of the writing of this story.
Legend of Glory
Legend of Glory
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh, nor do I make a profit off of the writing of this story.
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Story Summary: One is of the Beast Tribe, destined to lead his pack towards triumph. The other is of the Doragon Tribe, destined to feed his people victory. But a legend meant to keep them apart has only brought them together. SetoXKatsuya
This story is categorized as romance/fantasy. It also contains action/adventure/angst
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Well, here is my newest story. To those who’ve read The Thief and his Willow, I thank you dearly and hope you enjoy this next set of work from me. I usually do not do Seto nor Katsuya stories, especially with the two together. But I know so many whom are large fans of these two as a couple, so I figured I write a story with them. ENJOY!
This story is rated M for violence, foul language, and strong Yaoi content (lemons/sexual content between two men.)
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Prologue: Destined Names
--
‘In the dark, luscious green forests of Kimo, there rests two separate tribes. As one tribe rests high above the trees, deep within the dark, rocky caves of Ito, the other is nestled nicely within the bright, sunny trees of Kimo’s forestry floor. Legend tells of battles that shall rage on between these separate tribes, for creatures of the sky can never find peace with creatures of the earth.
The first tribe, the Doragon Tribe, is a race of incredibly rich, beautiful peoples. Wearing rare, valuable silky cloth and feathers for clothing, the Doragon Tribe respect their Sky riders, the Dragons. Using these mighty creatures as transport and workers, the Doragon tribe use magical spells of dark and arcane, enhancing their outstanding numbers exceedingly.
The second tribe, the Beast Tribe, is a race of great honor and loyalty. They are rough-looking creatures, wearing the skins of animals they have hunted on their bodies. Less wealthy than the Doragon tribe, the Beast tribe use weapons of craft, and spells of stealth and speed. They are loyal to their Earth riders, the Wolves. And they use these mighty creatures to ride upon, as well as to be friends with.
Both tribes seek peace in their own ways, but discovering the other, the tribes find that war is the only way to bring that peace. Legend speaks of two mighty warriors, whom shall be born to lead their tribes towards peace. Each child born shall bear a cursed mark. To the Doragon, a dragon marking. To the Beasts, a wolf marking. And, legend speaks that if these two were to meet, they were to battle the other for the survival of their tribe.
Only one tribe could survive.
But there is one thing about legends that brings either fear or happiness to others.
And that is the possibility that legends are likely to change.’
--
The soft, echoing wails of a newborn infant surrounds those of the Doragon Tribe. Lying there, a bare infant boy lie on cold stone. The little one’s cheeks were burning red. Tiny brown hairs covered his adorable, round head. A bizarre blue marking, shaped like a dragon, wrapped nicely around his right arm.
Eight eyes watched the infant, all of them standing in strange black and blue garments. They did not seem bothered by the infant’s crying, but the sudden oncoming of footsteps made each head turn towards a small opening.
“Where is he?” shouts a man from behind the entrance. The man enters, wearing identical garments to the others in the room. He removes his hood, revealing rough peach skin, dark hair, a mustache, and beady dark eyes. “I want to see him!” The man steps forward, noticing the infant. He cautiously steps towards the infant, and he kneels, swooping the infant into his arms. He stands to his feet, and he turns his attention on the four Doragons. “Which of you is the father?”
A man steps forward. He removes his hood, revealing a handsome face with long, brown hair tied back, and stunning dark blue eyes. “I am, High Gozaburo.” He bows.
“Ah, Tawasaki,” Gozaburo nods. “I take it your mate is resting?”
“She is,” Tawasaki answers. “The labor was long and tiring.”
“Of course,” Gozaburo said. “I understand.” He holds the infant high, taking a strong, good look at the marking. “So, this is the child of destiny? I assumed it only to be a legend, but here, now, the proof is before my very eyes.” Gozaburo lifts the infant higher, causing the innocent to wail even louder. “This child! He is destined to lead our people into a world of peace!” He brings the child back down, rocking him gently. “Have you and your mate chosen a name?”
“Yes, we have.” Tawasaki replies.
“Please share,” Gozaburo smirks.
Tawasaki bows again. He smiles at his child, thinking that the name he and his mate have chosen was absolute perfection. “We’ve decided to name him -- Seto.”
“Seto,” Gozaburo snorts. “Very well. Here, take him. He looks ready to try feeding.”
Gently, Tawasaki took his son. He thanks High Gozaburo, bowing to his ruler before taking his leave.
“Seto,” Gozaburo chuckles, placing his hood back over his head. “You shall lead this tribe to victory.”
--
(Eight hours later)
A young woman, with messy brown hair and dashing gray eyes, smiled happily upon her newborn son. The little one hardly cried when he had exited her womb, and now he lie sleepily in her arms, making adorable gurgling sounds. The woman had tears freely flowing, them staining her cheeks because of how happy she was. That little boy she held, he was her first child.
Hearing footsteps, she looks up to find two men and one woman enter the room. The woman was her nurse, a beautiful lady with long, strawberry locks and kind brown eyes. The first man was the Chief of her tribe. He had messy dark hair, a beard, and rough tan skin. The other, a dark blonde-haired man with peach skin and brown eyes, took more steps forward than the others. All wore interesting animal skins against their bodies, for all were of the Beast Tribe. “Nana?”
“Jonouchi,” the woman smiled. “Come meet your son.”
Jonouchi makes his way over, taking a seat next to his wife on the bear skins resting across a sandy floor. Jonouchi grins, watching as a tiny smile spreads over the infant’s tiny, adorably sunny face. The infant had adorable brown eyes, and tiny, light hairs on his head, “He’ll be a strapping young lad, that’s for sure.”
The Chief, Mandook, steps forward, coming to stand over the couple. “By the light of the full moon, I cannot believe my eyes.” Mandook steps closer, examining the infant’s left arm. “Please, hand him to me, Nana. Only for a moment.”
Nana could not ignore their Tribe’s leader. She obeys, handing her son over to the Chief. He smiles. “Ahh… what a happy little one, we have here.” Mandook takes the infant’s left arm, looking at it using help from some sunlight shining in through the hut. The little one had a strange green marking wrapped around his left arm. It seemed to be shaped like a wolf. “Marvelous. A true miracle.” Mandook looks over at Jonouchi and Nana. “Congratulations. Your son is the chosen one.”
Not sure if he had heard correctly, Jonouchi moves his head closer to his Chief. “What?”
Chuckling, Mandook gently lifts the infant’s left arm. “He has the mark.”
“But, but I had thought that it was merely legend,” Jonouchi says, befuddled by the news he and his mate had just received.
“Oh, far from legend,” Mandook grins. “Have you thought of a name…?”
“Katsuya,” Nana swiftly answers. She smiles, resting her hands on her lap. “His name is to be Katsuya.”
“Indeed, what a perfect name it is,” Mandook smiles down at the now named infant. “Katsuya. Someday, sometime, you shall lead our people to glory.”
--Prologue End-
Here’s the start. I hope I have your interest, and that you’ll continue reading as I update. Let me know if I should continue, too! Thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh, nor do I make a profit off of the writing of this story.
-
Story Summary: One is of the Beast Tribe, destined to lead his pack towards triumph. The other is of the Doragon Tribe, destined to feed his people victory. But a legend meant to keep them apart has only brought them together. SetoXKatsuya
This story is categorized as romance/fantasy. It also contains action/adventure/angst
-
Well, here is my newest story. To those who’ve read The Thief and his Willow, I thank you dearly and hope you enjoy this next set of work from me. I usually do not do Seto nor Katsuya stories, especially with the two together. But I know so many whom are large fans of these two as a couple, so I figured I write a story with them. ENJOY!
This story is rated M for violence, foul language, and strong Yaoi content (lemons/sexual content between two men.)
--
Prologue: Destined Names
--
‘In the dark, luscious green forests of Kimo, there rests two separate tribes. As one tribe rests high above the trees, deep within the dark, rocky caves of Ito, the other is nestled nicely within the bright, sunny trees of Kimo’s forestry floor. Legend tells of battles that shall rage on between these separate tribes, for creatures of the sky can never find peace with creatures of the earth.
The first tribe, the Doragon Tribe, is a race of incredibly rich, beautiful peoples. Wearing rare, valuable silky cloth and feathers for clothing, the Doragon Tribe respect their Sky riders, the Dragons. Using these mighty creatures as transport and workers, the Doragon tribe use magical spells of dark and arcane, enhancing their outstanding numbers exceedingly.
The second tribe, the Beast Tribe, is a race of great honor and loyalty. They are rough-looking creatures, wearing the skins of animals they have hunted on their bodies. Less wealthy than the Doragon tribe, the Beast tribe use weapons of craft, and spells of stealth and speed. They are loyal to their Earth riders, the Wolves. And they use these mighty creatures to ride upon, as well as to be friends with.
Both tribes seek peace in their own ways, but discovering the other, the tribes find that war is the only way to bring that peace. Legend speaks of two mighty warriors, whom shall be born to lead their tribes towards peace. Each child born shall bear a cursed mark. To the Doragon, a dragon marking. To the Beasts, a wolf marking. And, legend speaks that if these two were to meet, they were to battle the other for the survival of their tribe.
Only one tribe could survive.
But there is one thing about legends that brings either fear or happiness to others.
And that is the possibility that legends are likely to change.’
--
The soft, echoing wails of a newborn infant surrounds those of the Doragon Tribe. Lying there, a bare infant boy lie on cold stone. The little one’s cheeks were burning red. Tiny brown hairs covered his adorable, round head. A bizarre blue marking, shaped like a dragon, wrapped nicely around his right arm.
Eight eyes watched the infant, all of them standing in strange black and blue garments. They did not seem bothered by the infant’s crying, but the sudden oncoming of footsteps made each head turn towards a small opening.
“Where is he?” shouts a man from behind the entrance. The man enters, wearing identical garments to the others in the room. He removes his hood, revealing rough peach skin, dark hair, a mustache, and beady dark eyes. “I want to see him!” The man steps forward, noticing the infant. He cautiously steps towards the infant, and he kneels, swooping the infant into his arms. He stands to his feet, and he turns his attention on the four Doragons. “Which of you is the father?”
A man steps forward. He removes his hood, revealing a handsome face with long, brown hair tied back, and stunning dark blue eyes. “I am, High Gozaburo.” He bows.
“Ah, Tawasaki,” Gozaburo nods. “I take it your mate is resting?”
“She is,” Tawasaki answers. “The labor was long and tiring.”
“Of course,” Gozaburo said. “I understand.” He holds the infant high, taking a strong, good look at the marking. “So, this is the child of destiny? I assumed it only to be a legend, but here, now, the proof is before my very eyes.” Gozaburo lifts the infant higher, causing the innocent to wail even louder. “This child! He is destined to lead our people into a world of peace!” He brings the child back down, rocking him gently. “Have you and your mate chosen a name?”
“Yes, we have.” Tawasaki replies.
“Please share,” Gozaburo smirks.
Tawasaki bows again. He smiles at his child, thinking that the name he and his mate have chosen was absolute perfection. “We’ve decided to name him -- Seto.”
“Seto,” Gozaburo snorts. “Very well. Here, take him. He looks ready to try feeding.”
Gently, Tawasaki took his son. He thanks High Gozaburo, bowing to his ruler before taking his leave.
“Seto,” Gozaburo chuckles, placing his hood back over his head. “You shall lead this tribe to victory.”
--
(Eight hours later)
A young woman, with messy brown hair and dashing gray eyes, smiled happily upon her newborn son. The little one hardly cried when he had exited her womb, and now he lie sleepily in her arms, making adorable gurgling sounds. The woman had tears freely flowing, them staining her cheeks because of how happy she was. That little boy she held, he was her first child.
Hearing footsteps, she looks up to find two men and one woman enter the room. The woman was her nurse, a beautiful lady with long, strawberry locks and kind brown eyes. The first man was the Chief of her tribe. He had messy dark hair, a beard, and rough tan skin. The other, a dark blonde-haired man with peach skin and brown eyes, took more steps forward than the others. All wore interesting animal skins against their bodies, for all were of the Beast Tribe. “Nana?”
“Jonouchi,” the woman smiled. “Come meet your son.”
Jonouchi makes his way over, taking a seat next to his wife on the bear skins resting across a sandy floor. Jonouchi grins, watching as a tiny smile spreads over the infant’s tiny, adorably sunny face. The infant had adorable brown eyes, and tiny, light hairs on his head, “He’ll be a strapping young lad, that’s for sure.”
The Chief, Mandook, steps forward, coming to stand over the couple. “By the light of the full moon, I cannot believe my eyes.” Mandook steps closer, examining the infant’s left arm. “Please, hand him to me, Nana. Only for a moment.”
Nana could not ignore their Tribe’s leader. She obeys, handing her son over to the Chief. He smiles. “Ahh… what a happy little one, we have here.” Mandook takes the infant’s left arm, looking at it using help from some sunlight shining in through the hut. The little one had a strange green marking wrapped around his left arm. It seemed to be shaped like a wolf. “Marvelous. A true miracle.” Mandook looks over at Jonouchi and Nana. “Congratulations. Your son is the chosen one.”
Not sure if he had heard correctly, Jonouchi moves his head closer to his Chief. “What?”
Chuckling, Mandook gently lifts the infant’s left arm. “He has the mark.”
“But, but I had thought that it was merely legend,” Jonouchi says, befuddled by the news he and his mate had just received.
“Oh, far from legend,” Mandook grins. “Have you thought of a name…?”
“Katsuya,” Nana swiftly answers. She smiles, resting her hands on her lap. “His name is to be Katsuya.”
“Indeed, what a perfect name it is,” Mandook smiles down at the now named infant. “Katsuya. Someday, sometime, you shall lead our people to glory.”
--Prologue End-
Here’s the start. I hope I have your interest, and that you’ll continue reading as I update. Let me know if I should continue, too! Thank you!