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This story is No. 3 in the series "Yu-Gi-Oh Crossovers, Prompts and Oneshots". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Set at the end of Witch from Season 1; AU from there. Yami banishes Amy’s mother Catherine to a place where she can’t hurt Amy ever again, and also changes Amy for the better.

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Anime > Yu-Gi-Oh!BuffyKaibaHuntFR7610,2691121,09924 Jun 119 Mar 13No

Caught Off-Guard

Hey there, my fellow writers and readers! Here’s the next chapter of my Buffy/Yu-Gi-Oh crossover story with the pairing of Amy Madison and Yami Yugi. It’s set during the episode Dirty Girls from Season 7 – mostly during the scene where Xander is about to lose one of his eyes (although in this fic, it’s Yami’s timely arrival that stops that from happening).

Caught Off-Guard

World was on fire and no one could save me but you
Strange what desire makes foolish people do
I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you

No, I don’t want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don’t want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you

What a wicked game we play,
to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do,
make me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say,
you never felt that way
What a wicked thing to do,
to make me dream of you

~Chris Isaak, Wicked Game

Caleb smirked as he cornered Xander. “You’re the one who sees everything, aren’t you?” he queried. Before Xander could come up with a good reply, witty or otherwise, Caleb went on. “Well, let’s see what we can’t do about that.”

“Caleb,” an all-too-familiar baritone voice – one Caleb had heard one too many times – suddenly said in reply. Everything then stopped dead in its tracks.

Caught off-guard, the serial killer wearing the collar of a priest spun around and pulled his hands away, so focused on his attempt to get Xander in his clutches and rob him of his left eye. Caleb’s own azure orbs grew wide when he saw the owner of the voice who had spoken his name.

There, his crimson eyes glowing in the darkness and seemingly narrowed as he looked at Caleb, was none other than the guy that, as the Harbingers of Death had heard, was referred to as Yami Yugi.

At the moment, Yami was in what he referred to as his ‛battle mode’, which Amy, Buffy, Dawn, Xander, Willow and the others, including Tucker Wells’ brother Andrew, who was also a member of the Scooby Gang, liked and felt they couldn’t agree more about – his feet apart, the smirk on his normally serious yet handsome face, and one hand on his right hip.

“Yami Yugi,” said Yami by way of introducing himself. “At last we finally meet.”

Before Caleb could think of a Xander-inspired reply, witty or otherwise, to what Yami had said, he was stunned into silence upon seeing what looked like a glowing eye on Yami’s forehead.

“Oh,” Yami said, instantly realizing what the shocked look on Caleb’s face was all about. “You wanted to know about this, didn’t you?”

As he spoke, Yami pointed to the eye on his forehead. “Well, it’s about time you knew. It’s called the Millennium Symbol, and it usually appears on my forehead whenever I use a powerful kind of magic. This kind of magic is a special one that even the hell goddess Glorificus, also known as Glory, didn’t know about herself.”

After a moment, Yami then added in a casual tone, “Plus, it’s pretty cool, too.”

“What kind of magic is it that you’re referring to, Yami?” asked the all-too-familiar voice of none other than Ethan Rayne.

Yami simply smiled and then replied, “Why, Ethan, it’s the very same magic that protected me from the spell you cast that fateful Halloween night in 1997. You want to know what it is?”

Caleb and Ethan nodded, as they really wanted to know.

After freezing Caleb with a wave of his hand so that Caleb was unable to hear his answer for the moment, Yami then said, “Well, the magic that protects me from dark magic, and the magic caused by a chaos mage and sorcerer like you, Ethan, is called ‛Shadow Magic’.” He smirked at the now stunned look that crossed Ethan’s face.

Ethan soon recovered his composure long enough to ask, “Shadow Magic? That’s the reason why you were protected from the spell I cast that caused those who bought costumes at my shop to turn into whatever they were dressed as?”

“Yes, Ethan,” Yami replied, his tone now having changed from casual to serious in what seemed like seconds. “I somehow knew that you were the cause of that spell. I just hope that you had quite the shock of your life when you discovered that I was the only one that happened to be unaffected.”

He then turned to Caleb, who had been holding his tongue the whole time Yami spoke, and then waved his hand a second time, lifting the freezing spell so that Caleb was able to listen again. “And as for you, Caleb, there’s one thing I have sensed about you, of course.”

“And that is?” asked Caleb while a look of puzzlement replaced the stunned look on his face.

Yami closed his eyes and shook his head while smiling for a bit before opening them and saying, “Apparently, you think that women are sinful and that men are better than women in anything and everything in life, too – what with you being the misogynist you are. Well, I’m here to tell you that men and women, in my opinion, are different, and not just physically, if you will. Also, not everyone is good at everything in life, either.

“And,” Yami added, “unlike yourself, Caleb, I clearly happen to be a gentleman and have a deep respect for women. And treating a woman with respect usually means appreciating a woman for the person she is. Sometimes that means leaving a choice, especially a big one, up to a woman as well.”

Xander took the opportunity to run safely from Caleb and head over to Yami’s side.

“Go get him, Yami,” Xander whispered fiercely into Yami’s ear. “I know that if you were able to avenge Amy by simply burning her mother to ashes with a spell that only you know how to cast, then I’m positive you can definitely accomplish something like this.”

Yami, smiling still, turned to him and answered, “Yes, Alexander. And don’t worry. By the gods of Egypt, I will accomplish this. You can be sure of that. Now go and take the other Potentials back to 1630 Revello Drive. I have a serial killer to banish.”

“You bet,” said Xander before turning on his heel and taking off along with the other Potentials. Buffy, Dawn, Amy and Andrew were about to join them, but Yami’s voice soon stopped them.

Buffy, Amy, Dawn, Andrew, I think it’s best that you stay behind with me. I do want you to be witnesses to the demise of a serial killer. And by the way, Andrew, he sent while also adding a mental wink, I sense that this could be what you refer to as a ‛moment of redemption’ for you.

Andrew looked puzzled at those words at first, but then comprehension dawned on him as he soon began to get the meaning behind them one word at a time, and finally understood what Yami meant by the ‛moment of redemption’ part, too.

Processing what Yami had told him, Andrew looked to Yami and gave him a smile. “I understand, Yami,” he replied.

Yami returned Andrew’s smile before turning to Amy and blowing her a kiss.

“For luck, my love,” he said, and Amy smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. She knew she was going to need all the help she could possibly get as well.

Yami finally turned back to Caleb and said, “Well, Caleb, if I remember correctly, you wanted to know what kind of magic I have, which you were never foretold about, and which also protects me from all the ‛dark magic’ that the evil spellcasters use.

“The name I use when referring to my magic,” Yami added after a moment, before pausing for dramatic effect, “is called Shadow Magic.” He then smirked at the wide-eyed look on Caleb’s face. “It’s very powerful, Caleb. Much more powerful than the recharging power you get from the entity known as the First Evil.”

“How did you know about-” Caleb was about to say. But that was as far as he got before Yami simply raised a hand, now glowing with his Shadow Magic, and flicked his wrist. As Buffy, Dawn, Amy, Andrew and Ethan looked on, their eyes widened as they witnessed Caleb being flung back up against the wall standing behind him. Caleb hissed as he felt his back make painful contact with the wall, and then felt himself slide down said wall.

“Looks like I still got it, even after all this time,” Yami grinned while still staying on his guard. After all, he did not want any surprise attacks from Caleb, and his Shadow Magic made sure of that as well.

“Ouch,” Caleb groaned as he managed to get to his feet. As soon as he did, he looked Yami in the eyes and glared at him. “How dare you, Yami? You actually have the nerve to use this... this... Shadow Magic of yours against me, you... you...”

But he couldn’t think of a word bad enough to call Yami at all.

For his part, Yami simply returned Caleb’s glare with his own trademark grin, which was whenever he was in a Duel with someone and the tables were about to turn in his favor.

“Former Pharaoh?” Yami finally asked to fill the silence that was left by Caleb’s trying to find a good word to refer to him as. Caleb, however, was stunned into silence for the second time that night. “News flash, Caleb – I know I am one already. Try a different name already – one I haven’t been previously called since – well, before I met you, that is.”

Amy, Andrew, Dawn and Buffy, listening to the back-and-forth banter, which they secretly liked, blinked once before turning to and exchanging puzzled glances with each other. The looks of confusion soon turned into amused grins as they realized what Yami had in mind for the defrocked preacher.

There was one thing they would say about Yami. He sure was quite witty and very good with comebacks, as Buffy herself could all too readily testify, having heard him switching witty puns with a vampire before staking said vamp a few days ago.

Luckily, they soon pulled themselves out of their musings and thoughts when they looked up just in time to see Yami rush at Caleb and knock him down quite easily.

Yami, of course, stayed standing on his feet, while Caleb, now bruised and bleeding from the mouth, was only capable of staying where he was.

His trademark smirk now on his face, Yami bent to Caleb’s level, gently picked him up so that he and Caleb were face to face, and then had Caleb’s chin in a gentle grip. The sight of the blood flowing in a red crimson river down the corners of Caleb’s mouth made Yami quite thirsty.

“Caleb,” Yami said, his baritone voice seemingly echoing all over the old winery, which, he remembered Andrew telling him, was known as the Shadow Valley Vineyards, “do you know what I do to those that try to make it so that the bad guys win – especially one such as yourself?”

Caleb shook his head, scared. Those crimson eyes of Yami’s, as he had heard from eavesdropping on the conversations between two or more vampires, were said to be very... well, ‛horrifying’ was the right word for it.

And why wouldn’t it be? Apparently, Yami’s crimson gaze had some kind of intensity in them that would often tell whoever he was looking at or talking to (usually the bad guys) that they were in deep trouble and would pay the price for whatever wrongs they had committed.

Intense and hungry.

Those two words seemed to be the only way when it came to how to best describing how Yami would look, especially in battle sometimes.

And right now, he had an intense and painful feeling that those crimson orbs were directed right at him.

Then, Yami suddenly felt the familiar buzzing in his head, which was usually when an idea came to him. And right now, he sensed this was a good one.

Turning his gaze to Andrew, Amy, Buffy and Dawn, Yami then said, “Guys, you’re going to have to close your eyes. This is definitely going to be very painful, and I don’t want you to have any nightmares, either.”

As Andrew and the others did as he commanded them to do, Andrew said, “OK, our eyes are closed.”

“Hey,” Yami’s voice said only five seconds later, “no peeking either.”

Before Buffy, Dawn, Amy or Andrew were able to ask what he meant, Yami flicked his wrist and conjured up four silk blindfolds – purple in color, of course – and then pointed each one to each of the four Scoobies. Instantly and as though of their own accord, the blindfolds then flew over to the four Scoobies and then placed themselves around their eyes before tying their ends together at the backs of their heads.

“Uh, Yami?” Amy asked, speaking for the three of her friends, “Why are we blindfolded?”

Yami simply smiled. His girlfriend sure was quite curious; it was as though she had to find out everything there was to know about the world.

Which, he thought, possibly explains why I caught her reading all those books from the library in the Magic Shop one day. She has a thirst for knowledge. And that is something I can identify with myself.

“You’ll find out later, Amy,” he said as he pulled himself back to the situation at hand.

Turning back to Caleb and fixing him in his intense, cobra-like gaze again, Yami then let his well-known smirk cross his face for what seemed like a third time that night.

“You need proof that I’m quite possibly more powerful than you could ever hope to be?” he asked.

Caleb could only nod. He couldn’t find any words for something like this. At the moment he was unable to, anyway.

“Then here’s your proof,” Yami said, his reply sounding almost like a purr as he placed a finger over Caleb’s mouth, exactly like a parent would silence a precocious child. Then, he opened his mouth with a reflex that seemed to be almost dreamy in a neat sort of way.

Caleb tried hard not to stare at the tips of the sharp white incisors that soon made their appearance in Yami’s mouth. However, his body seemingly betrayed him as a shudder ran through Caleb’s blood, although it was in fear rather than pleasure. Yami also felt the shudder, although the smirk still stayed on his face.

“Oh, and by the way, Caleb,” Yami then said while keeping his tone all casual, “this situation – the one you are currently in now – leaves me with just one question for you.” He brought his mouth close to Caleb’s right ear. “Are you the type to scream in pain, just like the female victims that crossed your path, but never lived to tell the tale? If so, feel free.”

Before Caleb had time to answer, Yami cocked his head and sank the sharp, white incisors into the soft flesh of the ex-preacher’s throat. At first, Caleb struggled in pain, but soon was unable to do anything rather than relax as he felt Yami’s touch on his mind and sank into Yami’s deathlike grip. With that, Yami began to drink Caleb’s crimson life force, and growled mentally when he noticed that, with the First Evil now gone, Caleb’s blood was now its usual red color instead of the oil-like substance with a dark black color it would usually take on when he merged with the First Evil.

One of Yami’s hands had a tight grip on Caleb’s left shoulder, while the other snaked around Caleb’s waist and soon pressed up against his left hip, thus pressing Caleb’s body against Yami’s.

As irresistible as it was, Yami soon had to fight off the urge to keep feeding as he felt Caleb stepping close – too close – to the threshold of no return. With desperate and calculated haste, he pulled his fangs out at the last moment, leaving Caleb stranded at the crossroads between life and death.

Licking the blood off of his lips, Yami got to his feet and turned back to Andrew, Amy, Buffy and Dawn. His smirk now back on his face, Yami snapped his fingers, and the blindfolds disappeared.

“You can open your eyes now,” he said.

Buffy blinked, trying to adjust her vision. Then she opened her emerald gaze and perceived Yami, his crimson eyes now holding a smile, while Andrew, Dawn and Amy also let their own eyes do some adjusting of their own.

“Yami?” asked Buffy. “What happened?”

“Yeah,” said Amy. “What happened to Caleb?”

Yami simply smiled his cryptic smile – the very one that would often make Andrew wonder about him so much – and then said, “Well, take a look for yourselves.”

As he said this, he snapped his fingers a second time, and then the lights came on. When Buffy, Dawn, Amy and Andrew finally let their eyes adjust to the light, they looked around.

Then they saw Yami standing there, a smile on his face. Seeing their puzzled looks, he then casually stepped aside, and what Buffy, Andrew, Amy and Dawn saw made them blink in shock while at the same time doing their best not to burst into hysterics.

There, lying on the ground of the winery and surrounded by the left-over crimson life force forming a pool around him, was Caleb. He looked as though he was asleep. His eyes were closed, and his mouth bore a hint of a look of fear, as though he was in the middle of a nightmare that frightened him.

“Oh, my gosh,” Buffy said as she realized what Yami had done. “You drained him of his blood.”

Yami nodded. “Why not? It only seemed fair. Plus, I trapped his mind in the Shadow Realm, which also seemed fitting for someone like him after all he did as well.” He then turned to Buffy, and his voice turned cold as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Buffy, will you tell me to close my eyes before driving a sword through my heart as you did with Angel, young lady?”

Upon hearing the tone his voice seemed to have taken on all of a sudden, Buffy shivered. It was as though Yami had taken a cloak made out of ice and snow and thrown it over her shoulders.

“No,” she finally said. “Our work is here is finally done.”

Andrew nodded. “But yours has just begun, I’m afraid.”

“I agree, Yami,” said Amy. As she spoke those words, Yami slipped his hand into hers, almost as easily as slipping on the clothes that belonged to a Pharaoh.

Buffy and Dawn looked at each other, and then nodded as they turned back to Yami. They knew exactly what Andrew and Amy had meant.

The End?

You have reached the end of "The Thunder Rolls" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 9 Mar 13.

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