Standard Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh! Silver Dragon has kindly given Zoo-chan the permission to write on dragons. ^-^ I'll try not to disappoint!
After months of initial planning and plot ideas, I finally mustered enough courage
to post this fanfic. For those Ryou fans, I have actually made him a main character now
WARNING: Be prepared for graphic violence, death, yaoi, and coarse language. Not necessarily
in this prologue but definately later on.
Dragons have lived in this world before the creation of mankind. They were powerful
beasts of pure fantasy and imagination. They were beautiful beasts built on Empires and Clans.
..... All that remains of their glory is obedience
..... They are lost to the humans.
.... Never to see freedom's face again....
~~Lab 84A, Valina Isle~~
He opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings for the first time. Mere seconds
ago, he had felt it: the jolt of suddenly being rendered into consciousness, thrown into
He recoiled, feeling lithe muscles contract without registering them as his
own. All around him, he could hear a strange pulsating beat, throbbing like a
metronome. There were electrodes sprawled all over his lean, perfect body,
connected to millions of wires branching within and without his containment tube. A
mask was attached to his face to keep him breathing, to keep his lungs moving.
He extended one arm, placing his fingers onto the plexi-glass covering. Vague
shapes moved outside its surface, ghosts of pale greys and whites. Intrigued, he
shifted towards the sight, ignoring the restraining wires as he pressed his face against
the glass surface. Ruby-red eyes gazed mutely at the ghosts moving outside.
Suddenly, the electrodes pulled away. The strange watery pressure
surrounding his skin began to drain. All that separated him from the outside world
was the glass barrier.
He continued to stare, bewildered, as the encasing unfolded itself, revealing to
him the first time the world beyond the blurs of nonsensical shapes. He breathed,
taking in breaths of fresh air, taut chest muscles rising and falling in rough,
inexperienced strokes. The ghosts had been replaced by strange two-legged beings
garbed in white robes that occasionally talked amongst themselves. The vast majority
was staring expectantly at him, as if he were an anticipated spectacle. He shifted
uncomfortably under their gazes.
"Finally," one of the scientists breathed, taking a tentative step forward to
bridge the gap between the specimen and its creators. The silence, however, did not
go unnoticed. "Can you speak?"
He listened to the words blankly. Some fell between acknowledgement and
recognition while others were simply ignored. The sound was unimportant; simply
rough, guttural blemishes thrown against his ears. There were voices- other voices-
and echoes ringing in his mind, adding to his confusion.
"Can you speak?" the scientist repeated again, this time sounding rather
He turned his gaze towards the scientist, baleful crimson eyes seeking to make
sense of the millions of images. He moved his lips, forcing the sound out from his
once-mute throat. "Depends how you define 'speaking'."
There was a rumble of awed whispers from the crowd.
"So, you are okay." The scientist gave an audible sigh, flashing a smile to the
"No." He interrupted, darkened eyes clouding over. "I am not okay."
The scientist's eyes widened as the creation, physically identical to a human,
began to rise from the lab tube. The creation faltered slightly, stumbling over its own
legs before attempting to walk again. "Wait! Where are you going?"
He glanced at them with his shadowed eyes. "Away. I do not belong here with you."
"That's not true!" the scientist protested, silently gesturing for someone to
grab restraints. "We need you."
The once-placid face broke into a startling snarl. The hazy violet eyes turned a
startling shade of ruby-red, glittering with ferocity. "You lie! Your mind betrays your
"I'm sorry," the scientist murmured, voice turning equally cold. "But we
cannot let you leave just yet."
As if in response to the scientist's words, the wires sprawled around the
laboratory floor snapped to life. The fountain of coils burst into the air, wrapping
around the creation's figure.
He snarled, fighting against the tugging restraint of the coils, moving his limbs
vainly against the weight. Pure anger, frustration, and denial boiled in his mind,
obscuring all other thoughts. Blinded by pure rage, he fought.
"Shit!" The scientist's eyes widened, panicked voice rising above the alarm
bell. "I need more restraints! He's going to try and shift!"
The hostility had triggered his genetically-enhanced instincts.
A pair of ebony-black wings burst from the his back, unfolding to
enormous height. His skin darkened, jaw elongated, once feeble hands hardened into
claws. The coils around his limbs began to weaken and yield, unable to handle the
sudden shift in power. Now fully transformed, the creation, the Dragon roared, giving
a final thrash before breaking completely free from his restraints.
More coils of metallic wires sprang from their hiding places, a gigantic hand
of living metal intent in capturing their target. A dark barrier suddenly formed around
the Dragon, deflecting the metal as the wires harmlessly struck the barrier.
He roared again, overwhelmed by this form's strange, primitive instincts. He
flexed his wings experimentally before sweeping them in a downwards motion,
attempting to take flight in the small space.
The scientist braced himself against the Dragon's massive form. Just as the
creation seemed ready to break free, the scientist moved, shouting loud commands to
the others already on station.
It was only a small dart, half the size of a human's hand. The small projectile
buried itself deep into the Dragon's flesh, releasing its heavy tranquilizing toxin.
The Dragon screamed in indignation, trying to fight off its effects. Slowly, his
eyes began to droop, wings fluttering limply before falling onto the ground with a
heavy sigh. The serpentine form began to dissipate and shrink before settling down
once again into that of a human youth sporting a dazzling crown of crimson, black,
and golden hair.
At last, the scientist gave a sigh of relief, walking cautiously towards the prone
form while others did the same. He rubbed his forehead, sighing in exasperation.
"'Give me a Dragon', they tell me, 'and make it a freaking black one.' And oh, let's
not forget that black dragons are _uncontrollable_!" The scientist's last words ended
with a harried shriek.
A nearby scientist gave the first a sympathetic glance. "Well, now that it's
here, we'll just have to deal with it," she stated in a rather straightforward tone. She
began typing into her handheld computer, propping it up with one elbow. "Project
0089: success. Name?"
The first scientist, the lead scientist, was still staring blankly at the creation's
unconscious form before he realized that he was being asked a question.
"Name?" the other prompted again.
The scientist sighed. "Yami. Call it – him – Yami. The Dragon of
She nodded. "Right. We'll ship out… Yami by sunset."
A domo arigatou to PH-san for beta-ing this!
Sam-chan was my other pre-reader who kindly informed me that the scientist should not
be screaming in caps lock. I look her advice and italisized his words instead (because
I upload my fics on .txt files, italics end up looking like _this_.)
- Welcome to the world of Dragons
- Ryou's obligation and Yuugi's duty: which one will fall first?
- Yami's true purpose is revealed...