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This story is No. 6 in the series "Yu-Gi-Oh Crossovers, Prompts and Oneshots". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: An alternate take on the episode All the Way from Season 6. Dawn and Janice go to the park. Someone Dawn has heard about meets them there...

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Anime > Yu-Gi-Oh!BuffyKaibaHuntFR775,1701111,37725 Sep 1011 Mar 13No


Hey there! Here’s the next chapter of All the Way Alternate Night. I hope you’re liking this story as much as I do writing it. And in my opinion, making up the story as one goes along is a good sign of creativity, too.

Some of the lines in this chapter come from the BtVS Season 5 episodes Blood Ties and Real Me, which are episodes thirteen and two, respectively. I changed them a bit so that in the scene where Dawn tells Yami Bakura about the events of the year before, he’s the one who asks the questions, while Dawn, who already knows, tells him all about her discovery about her origins.


A sinful and dark smirk snaked its way across his handsome face, and his chocolate eyes darkened and gleamed at the thought of her pouring out so many confessions to him. The image of her coming to her bedroom, opening the door and then stopping dead in her tracks while a shocked look crosses that beautiful face of hers upon seeing him lying there on her bed in a Cleopatra-like pose, as though he was the male equivalent of a temptress – a tempter, to be more precise.

Maybe he was. He wasn’t sure... yet. Even after 5,000 years, he still wasn’t sure whether or not he was a tempter of women.

“Yami Bakura?” said her voice.

A secret smile crossed his face, replacing the dark smirk that had been there moments before as he turned his head to look at the younger Summers sister.

She had changed out of her outfit and now wore a light blue nightgown with snowmen and snowflakes covering it. He instantly took a liking to how it flowed over her body like water, and especially how it swished against her legs periodically as she moved. Her chocolate locks fell around her shoulders, and looked so beautiful as well.

“Dawn,” he purred in reply.

He noticed how she blushed a little upon hearing his voice, and mentally congratulated himself for causing her to feel that way in the first place.

There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea
You became the light on the dark side of me
Love remained a drug that’s the high and not the pill
But did you know
That when it snows
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen

I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray

~Seal, Kiss from a Rose

As she walked over and sat down beside him, Yami Bakura reached over and gently took Dawn’s hand in his. Dawn turned to him and, after seeing how their hands were intertwined, smiled.

“Please, tell me about yourself, Dawnie,” said Yami Bakura. “You never seem to talk much about you.”

Dawn could tell by the color rising in her cheeks that she was very pleased with Yami Bakura’s gentlemanly manners. Also, the nickname he used for her, “Dawnie”, reminded her of Spike, who was like a big brother to her.

Dawn and Buffy were not at all surprised to find out that Spike had also met Yami Bakura a few times before. According to Spike, they got along just fine, especially when Spike found out that Yami Bakura was British just like him. The only difference between Yami Bakura and Spike was that Yami Bakura’s accent was more like a New England accent.

“Well, then, you might be in for quite the story, Yami Bakura,” Dawn finally replied after a moment’s thought, while Yami Bakura waited patiently. “It sure is quite something, too.”

“I’m all ears, Dawnie.”

Again a smile appeared on Dawn’s face. “Hold on, please,” she said. She then began fishing in her backpack, looking for something. “Ah, there it is,” she said as her fingers made contact with her secret notebook, and pulled it out.

Opening it, Dawn then turned to a page... a very familiar page that had the writings from the book that she had read a year ago in the Magic Shop with Spike that fateful night (and then copied down in her notebook, so she wouldn’t forget).

That was the night, Dawn knew, that she would never forget. At all.

“‛Tarnis, 12th century. One of the founders of the monks of the Order of Dagon. Their sole purpose appears to have been as protectors of the Key’.”

“Wow,” remarked Yami Bakura. “I’m impressed – so far.”

“I copied all this from the book I read one night in the Magic Shop with Spike. There’s more,” said Dawn. She cleared her throat before picking up where she had left off. “‛The Key is not directly described in any known literature, but all research indicates an energy matrix vibrating at a dimensional frequency beyond normal human perception. Only those outside reality can see the Key’s true nature’.”

“‛Outside reality’?” asked Yami Bakura.

“People who have the gift of second sight for one,” Dawn explained. “Then, there’s run-of-the-mill people who look fine on the outside, but are actually mentally ill.”

She then began to tell of the lunatic that had accosted her outside the Magic Box before Tara had showed up.

“Whatcha doin’?” a voice asked her.

Dawn turned with a gasp. A scruffy older man was standing there. He looked unshaven and his tie was loose.

“What are you doing here? You can’t loiter. There’s no loitering,” the man said. He advanced on Dawn as she backed up. She looked – and was – scared.

“That’s why I’m a cat. Quiet. See, cat’s in the cupboard.” He began making cat-scratching gestures with his hands. “But they find you there anyway, and it hurts.”

Dawn had by now backed up against a van. She looked around, still scared.

The man suddenly started sobbing. It was as though he saw sense in what he was about to do, and was mentally telling himself to stop what he was doing and act more gentlemanly. “Please, make it stop.”

Then he turned back to Dawn, and his voice took on a different tone. “Shut up, shut up, they’ll hear you!”

Dawn tried to call out Buffy’s name. “Buff-”

She shrieked as the guy put his finger on her lips.

“I know you. Curds and whey,” he said.

Dawn looked shocked now.

“I know what you are.”

Then, slowly and ominously, the man said the very words she would remember later and never forget.

“You... don’t... belong... here.”

Dawn shook her head. She looked to be on the verge of tears.

Dawn shook her head as she came out of the flashback of that day, and she looked up at Yami Bakura as she felt him place a hand on her shoulder.

“Dawn, it’s OK,” he said. “I’m right here, and you know that I will listen to and believe whatever it is you have to say. Whatever secret you have to tell, or whatever it is that’s bugging you – you can tell me. OK?”

Dawn nodded. “Yeah. You’re right, Yami Bakura.” She then turned back to the notebook page. “‛The monks possessed the ability to transform energy, bend reality’. Hmm. Quite something there, I must say.”

“I agree,” Yami Bakura nodded. “Go on, Dawn.”

Dawn then continued reading. “They started work. But the Council has suggested to us that they were interrupted – presumably by Glorificus, or Glory for short.”
Upon seeing Yami Bakura’s puzzled expression, Dawn said, “She was a hell-goddess, and she wanted to get back home to her own hell dimension.”

“Oh, I see,” Yami Bakura nodded.

“They obviously did manage to accomplish the task. They had to be certain the Slayer – Buffy – would protect it with her life. So they sent the Key to her... in human form. In the form of a sister,” Dawn finished while turning back to the notebook page before finally closing her notebook. Then she turned to Yami Bakura, who was quietly processing all the information Dawn had told him.

“And that sister,” Dawn said, pausing for dramatic effect, “is me.

“My blood was used to open a portal. Since Buffy and I are related and we share what she referred to as ‛Summers blood’, she told me to be brave and live for her sake before finally turning around, running to the edge of the tower and then jumping into the portal. And get this – since my blood opened the portal, hers closed it. It closed for good, and it has stayed that way since she’s died and then been resurrected. Now, of course, to the best of my knowledge I am now the former Key. Even if I was, I no longer open anything.”

It was then that Dawn noticed something about Yami Bakura. He was really a very good listener, as he hadn’t interrupted her story unless it was to ask some questions that were related to it.

Quite nice of him, too, she thought, and then smiled to herself.

“What happened to Glory?” Yami Bakura asked after a moment.

Smiling still, Dawn replied, “Well, it turns out that she was sharing a body with this guy named Ben Wilkinson. Because he was human, Buffy spared his life. She told him to warn Glory not to come near her and her family again. Quickly afterwards, Ben was suffocated to death by Giles, who considered Ben an innocent for the most part, but was determined to prevent Glory from ever returning.” She looked down, on the verge of tears. “Giles was successful, for Glory never returned.”

“Oh, Dawn,” said Yami Bakura as he took Dawn into his arms and gave her a hug, “it’s going to be OK. It can be tough, but don’t worry. I’m right here, and I will help out you, Buffy and the rest of the Scoobies.”

Dawn smiled tearfully. “Thanks, Yami Bakura. That means a lot to me, too.”

“You’re welcome, Dawn,” Yami Bakura replied.

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You have reached the end of "All the Way Alternate Night" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 11 Mar 13.

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