Okay, I'm tired of being gloomy. Here's something different. I'm going to be experimenting with the format, so please be patient --- especially for the Lemon.
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The Shadow at Your Door, Part 1 of ?
A Yu-gi-oh!/Stargate SG-1 fanfiction story
By: not_hathor, aka MotherCHOWGoddess
Rating/Warning: 'OT' for swearing, suggestive language, and male/male relationships (Shonen-Ai, yaoi, SKxRB). Character deaths mentioned, but not shown. Spoilers for the end of the Yu-Gi-Oh! anime series and for StarGate SG-1 season 7.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or any of the characters thereof. They belong to Kazuki Takahashi/ Shueisha Inc., FUNImation Productions, 4Kids, etc. Likewise, I do not own Stargate: SG1 or any of those characters. They belong to MGM, Double Top Secret Productions, Gekko, the SciFi Channel and a whole bunch of suits. This piece of fiction was written solely for the enjoyment of
myself and fellow Yu-Gi-Oh! and StarGate fans , and no profit is being made by its writing or publication.
The song 'Princes of the Universe' was written & performed by the Rock group Queen, and used as the opening theme for the first Highlander movie and the Highlander TV series (Rysher Entertainment Group/Panzer-Davis Productions). 'Shadows' was written, performed & produced by Canadian folk singer Gordon Lightfoot; the lyrics of the second verse have been altered slightly to better fit the characters and the plot. 'Home Again' is by Wildhorn/Knighton (vocalist Linda Edar), and was written for the concept production recording "The Scarlet Pimpernel" (1992 Angel Records).
2nd Warning: This is a 'song-fic', a 'band fic' (sort of) and a Cross-Over (sort-of) set in an AU in which the anime/manga series Yu-Gi-Oh! and the live action TV series 'StarGate:SG-1' share the same reality. If any of these are immediate turn-offs for you, please feel free to stop reading NOW. The original version of this story that was posted on FanFiction.net did NOT include a Lemon scene between Seto and Ryou. It will be clearly marked (hidden in a Cut) so that sensitive readers can avoid it if they wish. Although it uses some of the ideas from my 'Weight of a Feather' stories, I don't think it's necessary to have read them to appreciate this one. Thank you.
Author's Note: Six improbable things you will need to know to better understand this story: 1) It is definitely Shonen-Ai & yaoi,). 2) It is definitely AU, set after end of the Yugioh manga/anime series, and between the episode "Heroes" and the season finale of SG-1's season Seven. 3) It is commonly believed in the context of this fanfic that the Spirit of the Sennen Ring, aka Yami Bakura, aka the Tomb Robber, no longer exists although Ryou retains certain characteristics & attitudes (especially when he loses his temper); ditto for Marik/Malik. 4) Several of the supporting characters were 'borrowed' from other anime/fandoms -- see later A/N for ID's. 5) For the main story, the following ages apply: Seto is 25 - Ryou is 24 - Mokuba is 19 and in college. 6) It's my presumption that frequent use of or exposure to the Sennen Items results in an increased sensitivity to the presence of magic and limited access to any lingering residue of mystical energies.
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Chapter 1: Sennen Set-Up
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"Catch the world in my hand;
I'd die for your love, now I'll make my stand!
We were born to be Princes of the Universe!"
With a deafening final chord and near blinding explosion, the hottest band of the year ended the final song, the final set, the final concert of their Spring World tour. For a long moment the sell-out crowd remained silent in the darkness, then exploded with cheers and screams that echoed through the night air surrounding the outdoors amphitheatre. Penlight laser beams crisscrossed the area, while the bleacher seats were pinprick dotted with cigarette lighter flames held by older, more traditional concertgoers, and the occasional neon glow stick. As the cheers began to die down, they were replaced by a rhythmic chant that swept through the amphitheatre, increasing in volume by the second.
Sennen!
Sennen!
Sennen!
In the pit below the stage, the wheat-haired drummer exchanged a gleeful 'high-five' with the darker keyboard artist. The stage manager fussed around, flipping pages on his clipboard, and yelping in an undignified manner when a sweat-dampened towel cracked across the seat of his cargo pants.
"Hey!"
"Relax, Bryce," the drummer chided. "Figure we've got at least ten minutes before we have to spring the encore…"
"Yeah, but which song?" the other demanded, quite reasonably. "We have to set it up, you know. Pre-programmed FX can only go so far, Marc."
Marc flicked a glance over to Joss, the bass guitarist, who shrugged. "Up to Hané," he offered, referring to the band's lead singer by his old dojo handle -- and the only name known to thousands of Sennen fans worldwide. "His home turf, his decision."
"Yeah… well, he'd better make one soon," Bryce growled, tapping his pencil against the short list on his board. Over the past year the group had established a routine sequence of songs and encores, each designed for a different mood and audience. On the road or abroad, they tended to finish with flash, followed by a sentimental ballad, and a brief rousing reprise of an earlier number. The band as a whole had a fondness for American and British 70's & 80's rock, and musical theatre numbers in general, and songs by Queen, Styx, Rice & Weber in particular. Last night they'd encored with their own "Change of Heart" and an REO SpeedWagon medley; the night before had ended with Air Supply and their latest hit “Draw of the Cards”.
"Did the box seats get used tonight?" Joss suddenly demanded. That was one of Hané's recent quirks; at every concert they'd played in Japan, a certain number of the best seats in the house were reserved for his personal use, the tickets mailed to unidentified guests. On the handful of occasions the seats had been filled, the moody lead singer had seemed to literally light up the stage with enthusiasm and expectation. Afterwards, he'd seemed both pleased and disappointed when the guests came backstage; delighted to see old friends and yet depressed, because the one person he'd hoped to see wasn't among them.
Since hitting Domino City, Hané had been increasingly on edge. As Joss had pointed out, this was his home turf; his last chance, as the rest of the band knew, to connect with that particular individual and settle unfinished business. Because tomorrow morning, while the rest of the city slept in or went about their business, Ryou Bakura (better known to the public as Hané) would be flying back to America to give General Hammond his answer about joining the SGC's First Contact team as their back-up anthropologist. He'd been using this last round of concerts to see friends and family for what may very well be the last time, because as the sudden death of Janet Frazier last month had driven home to all of them, the universe was a dangerous and unpredictable place.
"Jun?" the bass player queried.
The band's wardrobe and make-up coordinator, a young woman with dark blue eyes and even darker black hair, shrugged. With a growl, Marc tossed his drumsticks to a clueless stagehand and stalked off in search of the absent singer, who had vanished into the depths of the backstage area the instant the lights went off. Joss watched him go with a frown.
"Better him than me," Bryce commented ruefully.
The blond drummer located his target easily; after all, light calls to light, and those whose have wielded the power of the Sennen Items can always sense the presence of another. Ryou was leaning against one of the amps, holding in one hand a small white envelope and in the other, three ticket stubs. Marik couldn't see the other's expression with that incredible mass of silvery-white hair (which contrary to tabloid speculation was completely natural) hanging over his face. But the slumped posture spoke volumes.
"Damn it, Bakura! He's not worth it! He never was!"
"Shut up, Ishtar!" The other youth's head came up sharply, eyes flashing with an amber light eerily reminiscent of a long dead Tomb Robber both had known all too well. "You don't know…. "
"Hell I don't! I had my Darkness ripped away, too, you know. But at least I never tried to replace it with a cold-hearted bastard like…."
"Not another word, Marik! Or I swear, Hammond is going to need a new translator!"
"You or me?"
Tiger-eye glared into lavender-eye for a long, long moment. "Neither, damn it," the silver-haired singer finally conceded. "I promised Daniel-san."
"Thank Ra for small favors. Y'know, Bryce is about to go ape-shit over our encore."
"Shimatta."
Marik snickered, then glanced at the ticket stubs in Ryou's hand. "So, who d'ya think's using them this time?"
The other didn't answer, just brushed past him heading for the pit and the rest of the band. Overhead the sound of chanting got louder, more intense. Someone must have decided to at least turn on the footlights as a sop to the demands of the crowd.
"Bryce!" Sennen's lead singer and de facto decision maker barked. "Basic Light set Gamma. Le Van, keyboard; Joss, Second Guitar. One encore ballad 'Shadows', intro twice. No reprise, fade to black."
No reprise? The other band members looked at each other in surprise and more than a little alarm. The last time they'd ended quiet had been the night before Dr. Frazier's funeral, for which they'd cancelled a week's worth of concerts and flown back to Cheyenne Mountain in order to attend the ceremony. It was Jun who put their thoughts into words.
"Oh no. Who died?"
Marik sighed. As much as he disapproved of the object of his sometime-friend and colleague's affections, he did in fact know what it felt like to have the world shattered irretrievably around him. "A dream, Little Swan. The other half of his soul."
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(TBC)
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