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higuchimon · 5 years

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[fanfic] Justice of the New King

Collection Title: Under Comet’s Tale||Title: Judgment of the New King Characters: Juudai, Dark World Monsters||Ship: N/A Collection: 1-6||Story: 1-1||Words: 3,042 Genre: Drama, Angst||Rated: G Challenges: Diversity Writing, GX canon, I24, 1-shot collection centering around 1 person: Juudai Notes: This begins moments after Juudai defeats Brron. This is also a set of six one-shots that will feature Juudai during his rule over Dark World. Each one is self-contained and will be posted by itself. Summary: Kings must deliver justice. Even when they’re new at the job and don’t even know they’re kings yet.

He could hear their voices, whispered words cast among one another. Their gaze rested on him, skittering uneasily away whenever he twitched, as if he might kill them as he’d killed Brron.

It wasn’t that bad of an idea, Juudai thought vaguely. They kept staring at him. They’d cheered him on when he’d fought – would they still do it so happily when he turned on them?

If. If he turned on them. Not when. He wasn’t – he couldn’t – he wouldn’t.

Juudai started to raise his head. His fingers twitched, and someone took that as a reason to dart out of the arena, tiny noises squeaking in his throat. Juudai blinked for a heartbeat, not at all sure of what he could or should or might do about any of this.

He’d never been this unsure in his entire life. Always before he’d simply wanted to enjoy a good duel, win or lose. Losing annoyed him – it would annoy anyone, right? But it didn’t upset him. Even when he’d lost against Edo that first time, he hadn’t been upset. It had been – something else – that upset him then.

He swallowed and tottered to his feet. He wasn’t sure if he had a coherent thought in his head. Any time he thought something, the words and images just dipped and swirled and wandered off to do something else altogether.

Juudai had no idea of what to do. No, that wasn’t true. The longer he sat there, the more certain he felt that he knew what he needed to do. But he couldn’t bring himself to get up, to do anything at all.

Slowly, he raised his head higher. There were still a few of the spirits that crowded the area there, but most of them had vanished, off to who knew where. He didn’t care. They didn’t mean anything to him.

But as he lifted his head, he saw something else: Brron’s Duel Disk. One card had fallen out of it. He recognized it after a moment: Super Fusion. It still looked mostly blank, but the harder he stared at it, the more he knew what it could do.

But then his gaze shifted past that to Brron’s Disk and the rest of the deck. Slowly, ever so slowly, he reached over and picked the deck up, his fingers shaking so much that he dropped the cards, each one spilling before him.

He’d seen Dark World decks before; he’d even fought against one in his first year. The duelist, a Ra Yellow, tried very hard and played the deck very well. But he’d beaten it then.

Just like he’d beaten it this time, by a duelist who had been a lot better than that half-forgotten Yellow.

But that deck hadn’t had a card like Super Fusion. No card like Super Fusion existed anywhere.

Juudai stared at the cards scattered before him and automatically started to gather them up. As he did so, he could feel something twitching, and somewhere in all of that, the sensation that someone was there rose up strong and unmistakable.

“A human?” He didn’t recognize the voice. But he looked up now and in front of him there stood a tall, somewhat bony creature, wrapped in a deep green cloak, holding a book close to him.

Juudai blinked once or twice more before he glanced back down at the cards in his hand and then up again. He knew this one now. Gren, Tactician of Dark World.

“It shouldn’t be possible. Humans aren’t that good at dueling.” This one was Beiige, Dark World’s Vanguard. Complete dismissal colored his words. “What did he do to Brron-sama?”

The Hunter of Dark World, Broww, moved closer. “Well, human? What did you do?” He raised his bow. “Don’t think you can escape us.”

“I don’t know.” Another Dark World monster laughed derisively. “Some of those humans can run awfully fast.”

A whisper of chill followed the next to speak. “Watch your words, Goldd. There is more to this one than meets the eye. Gren, did you not say earlier that a strange human from another world defeated both Scarr and Zure?”

Gren’s eyes didn’t lift from Juudai. Juudai didn’t even feel like replying. Still broken and disconnected words tossed themselves inside of him, nothing making its way to his lips at all.

“Yes, I did. That’s why Brron-sama wanted to duel him.” Gren shifted away from Juudai. “I saw a great deal of that duel. it’s – not impossible that this human could have defeated him.”

“You didn’t see all of it?” The frost-voiced one asked. Juudai’s eyes flicked around until they landed on a woman’s form, tall and garbed in white, leveling a thoughtful gaze on him. Juudai tilted his head. For the first time in what he thought might be forever he spoke.

“Who are you?”

The lady of ice tilted her head into a nod of greeting. She was as bony and cold as any of the others, carrying a long staff in one hand.

“I am Snoww, Magician of Dark World. And who are you, human who has slain Brron-sama?”

Juudai swallowed. His heart lurched in his chest. Sweat tingled on his brow.

“Yuuki Juudai.”

It wasn’t his voice. Neos stood beside him, arms folded over his chest, fierce eyes staring at the monsters, as if he could take them all on without so much as cracking a sweat.

Juudai wasn’t sure if Neos did sweat. He’d created him but he’d never thought about it, really.

But now he nodded; as long as he had his deck by his side, then he could do anything. He could even take on all of these monsters. Neos would help. All of the Elemental Heroes and Neo-Spacians would. He could feel them there, ready to stand by his side.

Snoww’s gaze hadn’t shifted from him by so much as a hair’s breadth. “Human called Juudai, you killed Brron. The law of this world is the law of the strong over the weak – you proved that you are stronger than Brron was.”

Juudai wasn’t at all sure of what to say about that. He grasped for the first words that came to his lips.

“I don’t care.” Being strong wasn’t going to bring back his friends. It wouldn’t take away the words that still burned inside of his heart, seared in marks of flame and etched with Shou’s voice.

Snoww’s lips curved for a breath, something somewhat like a smile. He wasn’t sure if it really was one or not. Did the monsters of Dark World know how to really smile?

Before he could ask that, the monster that had spoken before – Goldd – did again.

“Are you as good at running as your little friend? The squishy one? He ran so well he went right off a cliff!”

He and another one, Sillva, cackled in eerie echo of one another. Sillva tossed a glance towards where the others had been – Manjoume and Asuka, Fubuki and Kenzan – with all that was left of them being the chains they’d been in.

“Looks like he’s not the only one who died, though. Brron-sama finished them off.”

Ice far deeper than whatever Snoww possessed wrapped itself all around Juudai’s heart and soul. When he spoke, there wasn’t anything in his voice that echoed of forgiveness or kindness.

“What do you know about my friends?”

Goldd and Sillva glanced at him; Goldd answered. “Brron-sama wanted us to bring them to him. They weren’t that hard to catch. A little mouthy, but we shut them up.” He raised his weapon menacingly, lips parted in an expression that Juudai thought was meant to be a smile. “Took us longer to run the squishy one down, though.”

“And he jumped off a cliff before he let us catch him. What a wimp!” Sillva mocked, wings rustling in the pale wind. “Couldn’t handle being killed with everyone else, I guess.”

Brron killed his friends – set it up so that Juudai attacked even when he didn’t want to. But he wouldn’t have had them there to kill in the first place if these two hadn’t brought them.

Hurt them.

Run Shou off a cliff.

Rage spiked in his heart. This was their fault. Still a lot of his – his mistakes with Yubel remained at the root of all of this – but they’d done enough and he wasn’t going to let them get away with it.

He didn’t need to duel them. He didn’t want to duel them. They didn’t deserve that honor – they didn’t deserve an honorable death in combat.

“Juudai…” Neos rested a hand on Juudai’s shoulder and Juudai threw it off without a single word, stepping forward.

Anyone looking at him – Snoww and Gren, Goldd and Sillva, Beiige and Broww, all of the others there – saw Juudai’s eyes melt from confused brown to furious molten gold. All around him there flared an aura of shadows, deeper and darker than any ever seen even in this world of night.

“You hurt my friends.” The words fell like tiny drops of hatred. “You’re not going to live.”

Goldd laughed, raising his sword higher. “Pretty eyes, but what can you-”

Juudai gave him no time to finish the question. He moved forward, hands grasping onto Goldd’s arms. Juudai caught a brief glimpse of confusion in Goldd’s eye before power surged through him. Life and death were his to command – he could feel all of that power surging at his fingertips in this moment. There wasn’t anything that anyone could do to stop him.

Not the Dark World monsters.

Not the Elemental Heroes.

Not the Neo-Spacians.

Not Hane Kuriboh.

In the space of a heartbeat, Goldd changed from a living, breathing creature to nothing more than dust in Juudai’s hands. The echoes of his final scream hung in the air and for a few seconds, Juudai savored them. They faded far too quickly, though, and he turned to where Sillva stood. The moment those eyes touched on him, the Army God of Dark World stumbled back.

He’d seen the unrelenting, unforgiving gaze of something far beyond a god.

“Run.”

Juudai said just that one word. Sillva didn’t hesitate, whirled and scampered out of the gates of the fortress, covering huge amounts of territory in a matter of moments. Juudai let him run – for now. There wasn’t any forgiveness in him now.

He’d done that before. He’d forgiven Kagemaru. He understood that Saiou hadn’t been in control of his own actions. Yubel – Yubel hated him personally. That was his own fault.

But this was different. This was someone who hurt the people that he cared about and Juudai would never forgive that.

He just wanted to play with his food. Just a little. To give Sillva the chance that Kenzan and Asuka, Fubuki and Manjoume, and Shou hadn’t been given.

If they hadn’t chased Shou would he have thought differently when he got there? Or would he have hated Juudai regardless? Would he have listened?

Juudai didn’t know. Juudai found, with a bit of amazement, that he also didn’t care. What happened was what happened. Time to finish things.

He ignored Neos’s attempting to speak to him. He started out of the arena, his steps taking him to a stretch of shadows. When he came out of the other side, he wasn’t anywhere near the fortress’s arena. He wasn’t sure of where he was, but not there. He could feel that Sillva wasn’t there. Too far away.

He’d have to learn to control this. He wasn’t sure of what this was but he liked it. It felt natural; felt right as almost nothing had since this last year of school began.

Again he entered the darkness, casting about as he did. When he stepped out again, he knew he was even farther from the fortress where he’d fought Brron. But he was closer to Sillva.

Once more he moved. And then again. He thought as he grew closer, Sillva knew he was coming. He did hope so. He wanted Sillva to fear him. He wanted Sillva to know that death stalked him.

“Juudai.” Again Neos tried to tug him from this path and again Juudai ignored him. This was his decision. This was his choice.

Now.

Sillva stopped; probably to catch his breath, probably for a drink of water. Juudai didn’t know. Didn’t care. But Sillva slumped for a few moments, barely looking as if he could take another step.

He didn’t need to. Juudai eliminated his need to move in moments. He didn’t give a chance for talking – Sillva had nothing that Juudai wanted to hear.

“Juudai, what are you doing?” Aqua Dolphin spoke up, hovering there briefly. “This isn’t -”

“Go away.” Juudai said quietly. “I don’t want to talk to you. To any of you.”

He didn’t think that he wanted to talk to anyone ever again. He could feel that it was getting close to what passed for night in this world. He started to walk, entering the shadows again. When he stepped out of them this time, he stood back in the arena. The other Dark World monsters hadn’t left; stood close to one another, talking in quiet tones.

When he entered, Snoww turned towards him right away. “Has your judgment been delivered?”

Juudai nodded. No words wanted to be said, so he didn’t say them. He stared again at the cards of Brron, now neatly stacked. Had he put them there like that? He didn’t remember – cared even less.

But that card remained with him. He’d picked it up before they arrived – never set it back down. Now he tugged it out and stared at it again before he looked at them all. Something hung in the air – something was about to change.

“How do I create this?”

He wanted Super Fusion. His reasons were simple – if he had it, then they hadn’t died in vain. If he had it, they would remain with him – Manjoume and Kenzan, Asuka and Fubuki.

Shou? No. Shou remained out there somewhere, with Jim and O’Brien. Shou didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. He wasn’t sure if the other two did either. He didn’t think that the others did – not that they had a choice now.

He would make up for what he did. He would make up for the mistakes that he’d made, with them and with Yubel.

Gren moved forward in the brief space that those thoughts took to filter through him.

“Death. Everyone that dies near enough to that’s card presence will become a part of the card. The stronger the duelist, the more they will contribute to Super Fusion’s birth.” Gren hesitated, cast a glance at Snoww, then back to Juudai. “The four deaths that it already soaked up did a great deal for it. The fifth person – the carrier of Doubt – could finish the card with his death.”

The carrier of Doubt. Shou. It had to be Shou. Juudai didn’t know what that actually meant but he recognized Shou regardless.

“No. If anyone sees him – leave him alone. If – if there’s a way back to where we came from, put him there. Let him go. Same for the other two with him. Just let them go.”

Gren bowed low. “As you wish.”

He’d given orders. An order, and someone else accepted it. He’d never done that before. He liked to bull ahead with what he wanted to do – he’d done that for so long. People listened when he wanted things – mostly.

But it hadn’t been like this. They feared him – feared what he could do to them. What he would do to them.

Just the thought of them not listening – of hurting someone when he’d told them not to – made him think about killing them already. They would have to know that disobeying him wasn’t allowed. He’d make that very clear from now on.

“Yuuki-sama,” Gren started to speak and fell silent when Juudai cut his golden gaze toward him.

Dreadful silence stretched out between them. Juudai broke it at last. He hadn’t really thought in that time, but the words came regardless.

“Don’t call me that. Call me ” It came in a single interior bolt, a word that he’d heard once before, falling from the dying lips of Birdman. “Haou.”

He hadn’t understood what Birdman wanted then. He didn’t know if he did now. But that would, perhaps, be a good place to begin.

“Haou-sama,” Gren repeated before he dropped to his knees in front of Juudai. The other Dark World monsters followed one by one, each one murmuring his new title as they did, until only Snoww stood on her feet before him. That icy stare did not change, nor did her expression.

Then she knelt, her head bent respectfully. “Haou-sama,” she acknowledged. “What are your orders?”

Orders. Right. He needed those. He needed to kill people. For Super Fusion.

All right. Better all of this entire world than Shou or Jim or O’Brien.

Or Johan. If Johan wasn’t already dead.

Which he probably was. Brron said so. And if Johan wasn’t dead, then so much – so much…

That thought got shoved out of his head very fast. Juudai took a look around the arena and made up his mind.

“Get everyone in this place out of it. I don’t want anyone to stay here. Is there another castle? Somewhere else we can move to.”

Gren and Snoww exchanged a quick look and Snoww nodded. “Yes, Haou-sama. It hasn’t been lived in for some time but I think it will suit your needs. It will take perhaps two cycles of the comet to reach it – at least for most people. Perhaps you can reach it more quickly.”

That wasn’t a really bad idea. Juudai nodded. Then he looked at the other monsters. “You’re all going to do what I tell you.”

No one so much as twitched a finger in denial. Juudai knew this was just the beginning. He wasn’t a student anymore. Shou was right. Right and wrong.

He hadn’t killed Brron to make himself a king. He hadn’t done any of this to make himself a king.

But now that he had the job, he was going to be very, very good at it.

The End Notes: I’m going to post a one-shot every Saturday until this little collection is finished. They should be about this length, though that may differ.

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bonebreakjack · 5 years

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Whats a little sickness between family?

Chapter 2: Would he or Won’t he?

Roboppy is having some issues, Ryoken has too many too count, Yusaku is trying to figure out the new one he has, and finally the first step to finding a wayward Lost Child

Roboppy hummed happily as they went about cleaning their new house, much more spacious than the apartment Yusaku and them used to live in. It was strange, when they became like this they were so in love with the world outside that they rarely got to see. Too look back on old memories and wondered when the cozy little room started to not be enough, until finally they left with Ai.

And now….

For some reason they miss being in that room with Master Yusaku, being in this new home just made them feel homesick. Not even living in Link Kuriboh affected them this way.

Maybe it was because Master Yusaku was here being taken care of in a home not his own, or that Roboppy had left him in an empty house.

The vacuum in their hands stilled, the motor running filling the spacious house.

They were so in love with being smart and traveling they forgot the little boy who built them, who patted their head when he came home despite at the time doing things as they were programmed.

When did they start to care?

Roboppy groaned their head hurting as the thoughts filled it up.

They never told Ai not wanting to worry him, but lately their head had been hurting, like a pressure inside of them threatening to explode. It’s crazy these bodies weren’t meant to feel pain like that so it must come from Roboppys own programming.

But why?

It seems all Roboppy seems to have these days are questions, for Ai, for the world, for themselves… There just never seems to be enough answers.

They tried to simplify instead.

It doesn’t matter when they started to feel things like this, they do now and should express it to the fullest.

Master Yusaku is now in a house he doesn’t have to feel constrained in, he wouldn’t have that if Roboppy didn’t leave first. Now they have a nice place until they can get an actual home.

Roboppy may have left but they did come back, now to take care of their human whose body is fragile unlike their own sturdy robotic one. They will nurse him to health and convince him to stay. It’s not like he opposed them anyway.

Finally the weird headaches, if it gets too much, they will tell Ai until then they can deal with it while they tend to much more important matters.

The headache finally passed allowing Roboppy to breathe in relief. That was much better, uncurling they pushed the vacuum around again finishing up. A messy home is no good for a sick person.

Putting the vacuum away they snuck over to Yusaku’s room to check on him and Ai, the older AI not wanting to leave Yusakus side since he’s in an unfamiliar environment, and well, incase Yuskau tries to leave.

Pushing open the door gently Roboppy smiled gently as they looked at their family.

Yusaku’s form was draped over Ai cuddling him like a human octopus, Ai himself was patting his head while he worked one handed on a holographic screen. The older looked over with a question on his face but Roboppy just nodded in negative they tilted their head to Yusaku, and Ai went back to working.

Closing the door once more Roboppy let out a content sigh and decided to make something to eat for Yusaku. Something easy on the stomach so even when he’s only half lucid he will still be able to hold it down.

They went off after messaging Ai a quick their leaving and unbolted the steel door they installed to keep people out…

And well to keep Master Yusaku in.

Ryoken wanted to break something, anything really, he was so furious he thought he would be able to smash concrete at this rate. The room around him was in disarray after he got off a call with Kusanagi.

Yusaku was missing and Kusanagi swore it had something to do with Ai and Roboppy.

Both options of why he was gone was bad no matter how it could be explained. Either he left on his volitation to join them (Kusanagi referred to them as Yusaku’s only family, some family! They left him behind to go live in the remains of Vrains! Ai more than once!).

Or he was taken by them which is equally bad case that means they literally strolled under everyone's noses and made off with him. Showing that they could do as they wanted and had no fear of the repercussions. Mocking them.

He wanted to believe deep down that Yusaku would never do this, but lately from the cameras and sometimes conversations he peers into the wisterias boys life, he just seemed so tired. Yes he had Kusanagi and Takeru... but he also didn’t have them. Both having their own families to tend and take care of people at home, living people who loved them.

Ryoken all too well whats its like to live in a house filled with ghosts.

Would it really be far fetched to want to keep the only people he knew as home with him? That after all that he had gone through, all they sacrificed, that he was simply too tired to fight anymore?

Ryoken bit his lip hard enough to bleed.

No , Yusaku is stronger than that, he believes it! He survived too much, has done too much, sacrificed too much to just throw it all under the bus.

Meaning the only option was that he was taken, and that makes Ryoken want to go another rampage.

He was spirited away, and nobody knew until Takeru went to his house to check on him. They weren't friends per say, to be honest, he actually isn’t sure what to categorize what Yusaku and he where to each other. There wasn’t romantic feelings from either side that was for sure but they felt bounded since they first met.

Many times Ryoken still thought of how different their lives would be...if he stayed with Yusaku instead of going away to figure out himself. Could they have figured out a new life together? What would it have looked like? Would they have been happy?

Would the Ignis have survived? Would they have defeated lightning earlier? Would it have prevented Ai-The Dark Ignis from doing the things he’s done and planning to do?

Ryoken doesn’t know and the door has long since been closed with his own two hands.

He had done that a lot, still does. Closing doors for a better future for the sake of repaying back his father’s countless sins. He knows he told Yusaku that he was a kid and didn’t know any better, didn’t understand what he was doing.

That still doesn’t change the fact that even now he still chained to his father’s crimes. That he hadn’t been loved, or trusted at all. That in the end he played the fool for his father’s ambitions simply because the man wanted to play god. Ryoken let himself be the face for Hanoi, adding more crimes to the blood debt.

He hadn’t been loved, his father had considered the Ignis more of his children than his own biological son. And wasn’t that the saddest truth? That in the end Ryoken had been worth less than the being his father created and then sent to clean up the mess of his mistakes for the rest of his life.

There are times when Ryoken is alone at night where he imagines another world, where his father wasn’t a monster or maybe not in the picture at all. Perhaps he was an orphan needing a home and meets Yusaku. They become proper friends and grow up with each other with the other lost children.

No fighting for their lives, no paying for mistakes of their elders, just simple children living their lives as best as they could.

Ryoken wishes it was real, but new better than to dream of different lives.

Secretly he hopes they can all be reborn like that with just simple happy lives with Yusaku as his friend.

Shaking his head he uncurled from his desk and stalked out of the room, regardless he lives in the here and now.

Now, as in Yusaku was missing and he needed to put his resources into finding him, because wherever Yusaku is?

Ai will surely be there as well.

And their will be hell to pay for this blatant kidnapping, because Yusaku was a stupid stubborn bastard. Ryoken doesn’t want admit not even to himself what Ai-The Dark Ignis could do to him while in his hands, he had finally came around to acknowledging that he was wrong about the Ignis even if was late.

Only to be proven right once again. Ryoken hated being right , in fact he would take being wrong any day if it just stopped killing the people he cared about.

The doors were pushed open to show Spectre on the computers trying to search for the Ai-The Dark Ignis and Roboppy, the silver haired man turned a raised brown in his direction.

“Yusaku’s missing,”

Spectre faced paled and really what did that say about Yusaku that he can cause such a reaction in the usually unflappable man?

“We need to turn our searches to find him along with The dark Ignis and Roboppy, they may have him. We can’t chance them using him against us….”

“ ....We can’t afford Play maker becoming our enemy again, ”

Because he if was? That mean Ryoken will have to take him down for his own good.

By any means necessary…

Yuskau whimpered as he was moved again, his body too sensitive to being taken from place to place. A voice shushes him gently and he was sitting on their lap as the bed covers were rustled. Takeru must be changing the sheets again, Yuskau got sick while trying to eat and ended up vomiting.

He should make it up to the other boy when he gets better. Takeru was nice enough to have Yuskau stay at his apartment instead of back home. He noticed waking up in a much nicer softer bed with warm blankets and new right away it wasn’t his own.

His vision was still too hazy and the headaches didn’t help at all. He had to guess who was here and taking care of him while he was like this.

Yusaku tried to ask Kusanagi why the man had been spending so much time staying with when he has his brother to look after. He didn’t answer and Yusaku just assumed he didn't understand the garbled mess that was Yusaku trying to speak.

He was glad he stayed though.

A humming filled his ears and if he pretended hard enough it would sound like Ai’s bubbly humming that he used to do for Roboppy teaching the little bot meaningless noises and phrases simply just because he could.

Yusaku missed them so much, it ached how much he did. The apartment was so empty without them in it. To be honest Yusaku no longer knew what to do with himself. He no longer had a set direction for how he wanted his life to go anymore, he already accomplished his goals.

Hanoi?

Gone.

His special person? Found and alive, if pricklier than even Yusaku( he wasn’t going to give up, he may be awkward and socially inept but he was sure they could have a relationship that wasn’t seeped in the need for revenge and destiny. He was a bit tired of the dramatics to be honest. )

Friends? He actually has them, like Yusaku is legitimately surprised. Aoi and him have the similar awkward energy of people who don’t know how to human, they surprisingly became fast friends once everything was out in the open. She even offered to teach him materials arts after one time when she picked him up as part of a joke and had an alarmed look crossed her face.

‘Yusaku if your ever in a fight please, call me. I worry about you’

He should feel embarrassed but he won’t admit how happy it made him that she became so fiercely protective of him. It felt nice, to have someone care enough to fight people for you, which he really doesn't want to happen but the thought counts anyway.

Noaki was a surprising friend he made, he grew on Yusaku like a friendly fungus after his hero worship for Playmaker had been eased. He was a nice normal friend that had nothing to do with the chaos in his life a surprising anchor of normality.

And Takeru…

Yusaku felt his cheeks flush in a way he knew didn’t have to do with his fever.

Takeru was a strong solid friend, one who seemed to have just made a home in his life so easily Yusaku has a hard time remembering his life without him. He was sure it didn’t feel as bright as it does now. The other Origin just came into his life and seemed content to stay there. He was cheerful, funny, and seemed like he could take on the whole world with his fist raised in the air.

Yusaku still gets flushed with physical contact with him though, Takeru was so touchy feely. Hardly ever noticing Yusakus awkwardness about it until it finally eased into a little more natural.

Or… or maybe that was Yusaku just perceiving it that way? Takeru is a nice person in general even with his past, maybe Yusaku was just holding him back from being with actual family and friends at home. That thought always hurt Yusaku, he didn’t want to hold Takeru back, and the thought of being the reason he can’t go home make him want to weep.

A voice shushed him gently and rubbed his back holding him firm, gentle. His cheeks felt wet and yusaku realized with a startle he was already crying.

Emma’s lips thinned to a serious line as she and her brother stood before Zaizen. The man looked like he needed a serious drink maybe she could invite him after the meeting for one. Lord knows he deserves it.

She kept her silence though as now wasn’t the time, Zaizen was very worried, like he was given the worst news.

After all he usually makes it a point not to call both siblings for a mission for each other not unless it was super serious.

“Yusaku is missing…. Kusanagi believes Ai and Roboppy may be behind it,”

Oh.

Oh no.

That, that is a good reason to worry. Fuck those two actually took him? And nobody even noticed!?

Then again they weren’t people to be underestimated...not after what they did to Queen.

She’s going to have to get her hands dirty for this one that’s for sure.

“You two are to find him at any means necessary and bring him back. Whether it was willing or not, we can’t have Ai have Playmaker work for him,”

“You think he would do so willingly?” Kengo spoke up, breathing out the thought they didn’t want to voice.

“Even if he isn't we all know the Ignis have the capability to make free will necessary anyway…”

Isn't that a chilling thought… That Ai was so far gone he would turn Yusaku into a puppet to serve his goals.

“If he isn't trying to use him as a pawn?”

“Then we all better hope you two don’t find him comatose or dead”

#hinted firestormshipping #platonic Datastormshipping #yusaku fujiki #ryoken kogami #roboppy (vrains)#roboppy vrains #roboppy #roboppi #zaizen akira #kengo dojun #emma bessho #ema bessho #bonebreakjackwrite

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shadowrichu · 6 years

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Summoners of Light and Dark: Chapter 4

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When Judai woke up all he could see was white across an endless plain, it was bright but it didn’t seem to hurt his eyes. He soon heard a voice whispering, he couldn't take out what it was saying, it all sounded like hushed gibberish, it started to get closer and closer until he could slowly start to make it out more and more.

“P-ea-e pl-ea-e pl-ease please Please PLase PLEase PLEAse PLEASE!” it cried, it sounded like a little girl crying… who it that? Judai thought to himself. The voice got even clearer, managing to says a few more words. “Please let me out, please, please. Please let me out please, please I don’t like it. It’s so scary.” It cried again. Then out of nowhere a small frail looking girl appeared on the ground in front of Judai, she was crying and wiping tears from her eyes as she did so. She was wearing a poofy white dress with elegant patterns woven into it, her hair was split with one side being blond and the other pink and it was fashioned into double buns with the bottom part of her hair hanging louse. “Please it’s so scary in here, I want my Mommy!” she wailed lifting her head to look at Judai. He could see her eyes now they were a Vibrant Red. Judai wanted to ask what was wrong and how he could help her, but his voice was caught in his throat, every time he tries to speak nothing came out. He then tried to move towards her but he couldn't move a muscle, he was frozen in place by something. She was so scared Judai needed to help her, he tried to call Yubel but they wouldn't answer. He didn’t know what to do.

“Let me out, please don’t be like him let me out.” she continued now looking straight at Judai. “All you have to do is kill him, please he’s scary and hurts me. Please convince ----- He’s nice, but still hurts me. I don’t want to be here please let me out.” Her voice blacked out on the person's name. Judai’s stomach sank at what she was saying, how was he supposed to react to that. “Please just convince -----, He’ll listen to you,” She gave Judai a hopeful smile, tears still running down her face.

Judai wanted to ask who is he, it sounded like she was talking about two different people. maybe if he knew who they are he couldn't find a compromise. But his voice still wouldn't work. “Please..” She repeated, her voice losing hope. “Please” She repeated again with this time her voice in a demanding tone.

“I SAID PLEASE!” She angrily snarled as she stood up the tears in her eyes stopping. “ANSWER ME!” Judai didn’t answer. She marched toward him and as she did her appearance changed, she started looking more mature and less small and frail. Her Hands mutated into twisted white claws and her face disappeared leaving a red silhouette of her eyes and mouth. “LET ME THROUGH, KILL HIM” She shrieked, wrapping her hands around Judai’s neck and holding firm. “KILL HIM KILL HIM KILLHIMKILLHIMKILLKILLKILL KIIILLLL!” Judai couldn't breathe, he can’t move, he couldn’t think her voice was pounding in his head, everything started to hurt and burn from the light. “KILLKILLKILLKILL!” She continued to chant. Everything hurt and go dull for Judai then everything went black.

Judai woke up with a blood-curdling scream. He threw off the blankets, probably throwing Winged Kuriboh off the bed in the process. But he didn’t care, he couldn’t think, he couldn't breathe. He ran out of his room not knowing where he was going. He ends up at the bathroom and make a beeline for the toilet as he felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over him, as soon as he got there he vomited in the toilet. Yubel appeared beside him but he couldn't make out what they were saying his ears were ringing and nausea wouldn’t let him focus. He saw Winged Kuriboh fly into the room and land next to him and trying to say something but it was falling on deaf ears. Winged kuriboh then huddled next to him to try and comfort him, and he felt Yubel rubbing soothing circles in his back. The soothing was cut short has Judai felt another intense wave of nausea hit him making him heave into the toilet again. The nausea was basically gone after that but he still felt horrible. “Judai!” he whipped his head towards the door and saw Mum there, her face full of worry. She said something else but he couldn't make it out either.

She quickly came over next to him as well. She asked him something but Judai just shook his head since his voice still felt caught in his throat. She then took her question to Yubel when he didn’t respond. Now that Judai actually got a looked at Yubel they looked just as shaken as he did, they must of saw whatever he saw. Which made him scared, because Yubel never got scared there the one the normally does the scaring. Yubel answered and he could now make out a few words: She, Light, Destruction, too soon, and him. Mum didn’t look happy at what Yubel told her. that made Judai wonder even more on who that girl was now, he hugged Winged kuriboh close to himself not wanting to remember the dream and moved back to lean against the arm of the bathtub.

Mom came in the bathroom next with a steaming mug in her hands she then sat in front of Judai and handed it to him, He looked down at it and saw the liquid in it was a mix of yellow and blue. He usually can't stand taking medicine but he felt too tired and horrible to really argue. Judai downed it, the hot liquid feeling nice on his throat. Once he finished it he was surprised that he couldn't taste the normally extremely bitter taste of the medicine, he couldn't really taste anything at all actually. They all sat in the bathroom for a while, Yubel disappeared back to there soul room, while Mum and Mom on either side of him, there arms around his shoulders waiting for him to tell them he was okay. In a few minutes, his head finally cleared and he was able to focus more, he then tried to clear his throat coughing a few times in the process until he felt like he could actually say something now. “I-i’m okay now.” Judai stammered, his voice coming out ruff and groggy.

“That’s good,” Mom smiled with her worried expression still painted on her.

“Do you still want to try to sleep?” Mum asked him.

Judai had to think about that for a bit, he felt exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep but he didn’t that nightmare or that girl to come back. He again didn’t really know what to do.

“You can sleep with us if that will make you feel better,” Mom piped up sensing Judai’s uneasiness.

Judai was still uneasy about it but he was exhausted and really wanted to sleep, so he nodded in agreement.

#yugioh gx #Judai Yuki #light of destruction #Yubel #Elemental Hero Burstinatrix #Elemental Hero Lady Heat #yugioh #gx #fanfic #summoner au #summoners of light and dark #writings not my thing #gay xtreme #kawaii ball of sunshine #Slams this now late at night after staring at at the page for hours doing nothing #I know this is kinda short but it took FOREVER to write and I can't write anymore rn

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nightfurylover31 · 6 years

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I wrote another little drabble for Father’s Day. This one is about Yugi as a father, retelling a story about an old friend to his kid.

Yugi was working late on designs for a new game. Working at Kaiba Corporation kept him very busy, as well as making time to work at Kame Game. Still, somehow Yugi managed both. As well as having time for his family. Speaking of…

“Daddy…” a small voice came from the stair way. Yugi turned to see a little girl in a lavender nightgown, holding a Kuriboh plush toy and rubbing her eye. She had short hair, black with shiny magenta tips. Her bangs were just like Yugi’s, but dark brown, like her mother’s. She had wide, round amethyst eyes, again, like Yugi’s when he was young.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Yugi asked his daughter.

“I can’t sleep. I want the story.”

Yugi left his desk and picked up the child. He took her to his old room, which was now her’s. There were posters and toys everywhere, mostly of Duel Monsters. This girl had really taken after her father. He tucked her into bed and sat beside her.

“What story do you want? Snow White? Sleeping Beauty?”

“No,” she shouted with a laugh. She was never really into princess tales like most little girls were. “THE story.” That meant only one.

Yugi chucked a bit at the request. “You must have heard that story a thousand times.” The little girl merely blinked eagerly. When her mind was set, it could not be changed. That she got from her mother. “Alright,” he sighed.

“Wait,” she scurried to the end of her bed to grab a Dark Magician and a Dark Magician Girl doll. “They want to hear it too.”

Yugi chuckled again and began the story. “Long ago, in ancient Egypt, there lived a brave and powerful Pharaoh. He wanted to bring peace to the land. However, a great threat appeared when he became king. Using dark magical powers, an evil being called Zorc begun his rampage and tried to destroy the world, engulfing it into the shadows. To protect his kingdom, the Pharaoh made the ultimate sacrifice. He used a powerful spell to seal Zorc, along with his own soul, inside a large pendant. To make sure the spell could never be broken, the object was shattered, and all traces of the Pharaoh’s name were erased, as it was the key to the spell. The people mourned their king’s death, and thus made preparations for his revival. The broken pendant, now called the Millennium Puzzle, was placed in his tomb. And there it laid for thousands of years…”

“Until Great-Grandpa found it,” the child interrupted. She always got excited at this part.

“Yes,” he continued, “until it was discovered by Solomon Muto. He kept it hidden among his other prizes, until it was found by a young boy.” Yugi always spoke of himself as a different person in this particular tale. He thought it added more mystique to the story. “He spent eight years working on the Puzzle, hoping it would grant his wish, as it was written on the golden box it was placed in. Until one night, he solved it, and released the Pharaoh’s spirit that was trapped inside.”

“But he didn’t remembering anything, right?” she interrupted again.

“Do you want to tell this story?” Yugi asked. His daughter quickly covered her mouth for an answer. With that, her father continued.

“The Pharaoh was revived, but he had no memories of his past. That was because he erased his own mind to make sure Zorc’s seal could never be broken. So for a time, he believed he was a split personality of the boy the Puzzle had created. The two of them did not meet right away, nor fully know about each other. But when they did meet, they became good friends. So much so, that they wanted to stay together forever. However, after many battles and duels, the Pharaoh wondered about his own past and who he truly was. When he learned the truth, he and the boy decided to work together to unlock his lost memories…”

Yugi turned his attention to his daughter and she appeared to have fallen asleep. He tucked her in again, got up and was about to turn off the light.

“Your wish was for friends, right Daddy?” Yugi slowly spun around to see the child with her eyes half open.

“Yes it was,” he replied.

“Do you wanna know my wish?”

“What would your wish be?” He took a few steps toward the bed.

“I wish I could meet him.”

Yugi blinked in astonishment. Then he smiled gently at his daughter and returned to her side, brushing her hair back. “He would have loved you. I know he would want to meet you as well.”

“Do you think I’ll have my own partner someday?”

“Maybe,” he responded, “but you must keep an open mind. You never know who or what they’ll be.”

With that, the girl snuggled with her toys and closed her eyes. Yugi bent down and kissed her forehead. He turned off the light and began to slowly close the door.

“Good night, Daddy.”

“Good night, Akemi.”

Yugi closed the door and made his way down the stairs. That story always brought back many wonderful memories. Telling it made him happy, as well as sad. To this day, he still missed his closest friend.

“She wants to meet you, Atem,” he spoke out loud, looking up. He laughed quietly to himself. “I’d like that too. Yes, you would indeed love everything about her.”

#yugioh #yugi mutou #fanfic #akemi muto

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real-life-pine-tree · 6 years

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Leo Will Never Know: Surviving a New World (10/?)

In an alternate timeline, Yugi indirectly prevented the events of Arc-V from ever happening. But how could this small change have an impact on a few selected people? A spin-off of the Arc-V Aftermath series. Based on the hilarious comic by @justanotherotakuandartist. Co-written with @violetganache42.

Back in the Spirit World, night had fallen across the sandy terrain and the three suns were replaced with a single full moon that was like the on back on Earth. There hasn’t been a single Duel Monster ever since the Harpie Lady Sisters got destroyed, so it was safe to go outside for now. It still doesn‘t mean it was going to be a pleasant experience for everyone, unfortunately; even though a small campfire was lit on one of the school’s structures, the dread still lingered, as heard from a mix of whimpers and sobs.

An annoyed Chazz demanded, “There’s no crying at Duel Academy, so cool it, will ya?”

“We’re sorry, boss,” Ojama Yellow answered. “We’re just getting used to gravity is all.”

“And there are monsters out there,” Ojama Green added.

“That’s right. Real, big, scary, mean monsters,” Ojama Black agreed.

“Hello? You guys are monsters,” Chazz retorted.

Ojama Yellow laughed nervously a little because they were being somewhat hypocritical. “Oh, yeah. Good point, boss,” he said.

“Now let’s see if the three of you can still fly!” Chazz shouted, dealing a blow which sent all three Ojamas off of the building. They all fell onto the dunes, landing on a spot near where Syrus, Alexis, and Hassleberry were standing.

“This really stinks. What if it stays like this forever?” Syrus asked, sounding a bit worried. “Is this really how it’s all gonna end for us?”

“Don’t worry, private,” Hassleberry responded. “There’s probably a rescue team comin’ here right now.”

Alexis simply glanced up at the sky, lost in her thoughts; although she heard what they were talking about, she could tell it would be practically impossible for a standard rescue team to search for them. In her mind, she wondered, But where’s here?

At that moment, Ray showed up with Hope Dragon Flower. "Are you guys hungry?" she asked.

"A little," Syrus complained "But Dorothy said we only have a week's worth of food and water."

"I think I can help with that," Ray said. "Hope Dragon Flower, care to show off your special trick?"

"Of course, mistress," Hope Dragon Flower replied.

A pink aura surrounded the floral dragon’s body, indicating she was activating her special ability. The flowers on her body reacted to the glowing as they drank the energy the aura possessed and their petals curled outwards and sprouted open far wide. When the glowing coat dissipated, its reminants stayed behind in the now fully-bloomed flowers, ranging from roses, hibiscuses, and tulips to violets, lilacs, and irises. It felt like there was an endless variety of the floral plants draping all over Hope Dragon Flower. Normally, this would only occur when utilizing one of her effects during duels, but Ray had just discovered not too long ago there was actually more to it than she initially thought.

She told Hassleberry, Alexis, and Syrus to take any flower they like, so the three walked up to the dragon and picked off three of them. Thanks to the ability’s energy coursing through her, the three flowers that were removed started to bud and bloom again; of course, that was only just the beginning. Ray signaled the three to go ahead and eat the plants they were holding, adding a reminder to pull the petals off to obtain the best flavor. Syrus was the first to try out how edible the flowers were, taking a petal from a red rose and putting it in his mouth; a few seconds in and he was left mesmerized at how delicious it was. Alexis and Hassleberry grew more curious and decided to consume a couple petals from their pink lily and marigold respectively. They also relished in the delicacies with each bite they took. Ray explained she discovered her Hope Dragon’s trick back at the infirmary and how all these flowers have an excellent amount of filling in them, which helped her regain some of her stamina because the lack of food was one of the contributors to her fatigue from earlier.

"So your dragon can supply us with food?" Hassleberry asked.

"She can," Ray confirmed. "Even if we run out of food at the academy, Hope Dragon Flower can produce edible flowers for everyone. I also spoke to Bastion earlier and he told me how he was able to use Water Dragon to stay hydrated. Now we can explore this world without running out of food and water."

"Your Hope Dragons sure are amazing," Syrus praised. "Is there anything they can't do?"

"Well other than function in the real world, nope," Ray jokingly replied.

Back inside, a Duel Disk blade popped out and the Graveyard compartment opened up, resulting in a red light to glow. Very shortly after that, a deck of Duel Monsters cards were placed in the Main Deck slot. It was revealed to be Jim, who was arming himself with his deck in case more threats occur and was accompanied by Jesse as they walked down the hallways.

“Hey, is Adrian okay?” Jesse asked.

“Yeah,” Jim answered. “Miss Fontaine patched him good as new. After a good night’s rest, he’ll be right as right.”

“Hope so,” Jesse said. “Hey, does that croc ever get heavy?”

Meanwhile, at the library, it was still darkened and closed for the time being, which was a perfect time to see how the demon arm has been doing… But wait a minute. Where was the arm? The canister is now completely empty albeit the orange bubbly liquid. This was not going to be good for Adrian, and speak of the devil, he arrived at the library and found the capsule armless, baffling him.

“Huh?” He ran to the table where he left the capsule to get a closer inspection. The arm’s not in there, he thought with a scowl on his face. Where could you have gone? Did someone come in here and take you while I was away? I got to get you back here. He turned around and began running in the opposite direction, initiating his search with one more thought in mind: We had a deal.

He dashed down the stairs where he came up from, headed to his right, and passed the bookcases before reaching the exit. While scurrying down the halls, he continued thinking, I have to find it ‘cause if I don’t, everything would have been for nothing. It owes me.

As for some of the other students, they were all hiding away in the classroom with white blankets covering their entire bodies and leaving their faces uncovered. They were clearly scared and some of their complaints consisting of but not limited to how long they will be stuck away from the island, not wanting to be in this dimension, how scary it is, and wanting to see their mother made it more evident. Among the huddled crowd was Blair and her newfound friend Marcel Bonaparte; there were a few hiccups here and there upon their first meeting at the start of the year, but there were signs showing it was smoothing out…at least for now.

Not too far away from them, the orange ghostly spirit of Viper’s deceased son Pierre skipped down the halls, ready to begin a plan of its own. “I’m sensing a dark soul that will serve me well,” it ominously said. “I feel I’m getting closer. You can’t hide from me. No one can.” The demonic spirit stopped skipping and looked up to sense the source of the dark energy this soul presents. It rose up from the ground and soared to a nearby classroom door.

“He’s here,” it presumed. “I’m sure of it.”

"Hey, um... Marcel?" Blair asked.

"Yes, Blair?" Marcel replied as he lifted up his blanket.

"Will you, uh..." Blair blushed. "Will you come take a walk with me?"

"Where?" Marcel wondered.

"Just...down the hall," Blair answered.

"Don't worry," Marcel reassured as he and Blair left the classroom. "I had to go to dez twilet as well. At least there won't be a line."

"You're so funny," Blair complimented with a small laugh. "Got any other jokes?"

"Sure," Marcel answered. "Knock, knock."

"Who's there?" a nearby voice responded.

Meanwhile, back in Nurse Fontaine's office, Jaden had a hard time sleeping. As Winged Kuriboh cuddled up to him, he sat up in his bed. "Axel?" he asked. "You awake over there?"

Axel glanced at Jaden. "Oh good, you're awake," the Slifer Red student noticed. "Couldn't sleep, huh? I just wanted to say, what you did back there in the lab was really cool. So I owe you one, pal."

"You're welcome, Jaden," Axel replied. "Now get some sleep."

Before Jaden could get a chance to lie back down, Winged Kuriboh woke up and flew out of the bed. He had this strange feeling that something amiss is going on.

“What’s up?” Jaden asked. “Is something wrong?”

All of a sudden, there were two overlapping screams echoing not far from the nurse’s office; one was a boy and the other was a girl. Axel shot up from the bed as the screams subsided and asked, “Did you hear that?”

Jaden nodded in response and added, “Let’s go!”

The duo climbed out of their beds, with Axel heading for the side and Jaden dashing to the bottom to get his shoes. He wanted to stay behind at the infirmary to make sure Ray, Bastion, and Adrian would be fine by tomorrow but with the alert of a new danger, he needed to make sure whoever screamed will be healed up for as long as it will take. Once his shoes were on, he aimed for the door that leads out into the hallway to follow Axel.

As the door slid open, Axel turned to his right to find the source of where the screams came from. “This way,” he instructed Jaden.

With them now out of Fonda’s office, they dashed down the halls to see if any of the students that led out the loud screams got hurt. Surprisingly, in what felt like no time at all, they both caught up with Jesse and Jim.

"Hold up!" Jaden called out.

"Jaden!" Jesse remarked, glad to see his friend. "So you guys heard it too?"

"What, are you kidding me?" Jaden asked in response. "I think the whole academy heard that!"

"We better move it," Axel instructed.

"Right," Jaden agreed.

When the group turned around the corner, they were in for a surprising sight. "It's Blair!" Jaden exclaimed. "What happened?" He picked her up. "Blair, wake up..."

Blair groaned as she opened her eyes. "Jaden.." she weakly said. "It took him... It took Marcel... I tried to stop it, but...it scratched me with this gross-looking hand..."

"What do you mean 'it'?" Jaden asked. "What was it, Blair?"

"Look at that," Axel said as he lifted Blair's arm. "It scratched her. I tell you, I've never seen a scratch like that."

"Blair, hang in there," Jaden advised. "Ms. Fontaine will know how to fix this right up."

"Take her, and we'll go look for Marcel," Jesse said. "Sound good?"

"Alright," Jim agreed.

After everyone else agreed, they all parted in opposite directions; Axel, Jesse, and Jim continued their search to see where Marcel could be while Jaden strayed further away from the trio to heading back to the nurse’s office. He ran as fast as he could as he carried an unconscious Blair in his arms and an anxious Winged Kuriboh floated by to see how severe the peculiar, demonic wound was. In the approximately same amount of time to find her, questions have already flooded Jaden’s mind. I wonder if what attacked Blair is the same thing that attacked Viper on the platform? But why Blair and Marcel? And what’s with that wound?

Jaden inspected the state she was recently stuck in, knowing this wasn’t a natural injury, but hopefully something can be done to make it better. “We’re almost there,” he assured. “Just try to hang on.”

Elsewhere, a forbidding atmosphere was slowly budding in the darkened interior of the library. There was no source of light except for two candleholders on their individual small shelf, carrying three candlesticks each with newly lit flames flickering within the dense shadows. Their combined luminosity unveiled an elevated portion of the floor containing a table with six chairs around it and a throne where Marcel was seen sitting on; however, he had a more eerie appearance as shown by his spikier hair, a grayish-brown cape, and a more menacing glare from his eyes as he stared down onto the floor.

“Who’s in here?” a familiar voice interrogated.

He didn’t glanced up to see a figure of a cloaked Duelist walking up to him, noticing the unnerving change in the library before stopping to see who was sitting in front of him. “Aren’t you that kid Marcel?” he asked.

“Not anymore,” “Marcel” answered as his upper eyelids lowered. He moved his left arm from underneath his cape and rested it on top of the armchair to show him it has been completely corrupted by the recognizable demonic arm in addition to a distorted voice that took over his French accent. “Surprise,” he simply added.

Adrian gasped at this bold move the demon took. “But… I thought we had a deal,” he said before pointing directly at its vessel. “You promised to share your power with me! But now it looks like you got yourself a new plan, so what gives?!”

“Nothing has changed, Adrian. You have my word,” “Marcel” remarked as he stood up, still retaining his dark, evil grin and stare, which made Adrian a bit uncomfortable. “I can still give you the power you desire.” He raised his demonic left arm and made a gesture with his hand that suggests they should reach an agreement. “All I require is that you follow my every command,” he continued, with his voice becoming distorted again.

Adrian didn’t have a response to this per se; everything he heard the demon say rendered him speechless. Everything about its possession over Marcel, from the creepy tweaks to his hair, face, and attire to the transitioning deformity of his voice, was rather unsettling. At the same time, it sounded like it was a entity of its word. All it did was find a temporary host to use until it was satisfied with the results of whatever it has in mind, then it can move on to helping him achieve his personal goals, but…will it all be worth it for him?

Meanwhile, the other students were in line for food. Aside from the academy-provided meals Dorothy was handing out, there was also edible flowers provided by Hope Dragon Flower.

"It's chow time, everybody!" Hassleberry announced.

"Okay guys, come and get it!" Syrus announced. He handed a tray containing bread and a bottle water to Chazz. "Enjoy."

"'Enjoy'?!" Chazz repeated. "This ain't food!"

"It's all we have," Syrus explained.

"Hey Chazz, can we have some?" Ojama Yellow asked.

Chazz groaned. "Ever since you guys became real, all you are is hungry! Go ask them!"

"Sorry, you three," Alexis said. "But we have to ration our food, so you'll have to ask Hope Dragon Flower."

Next to the table containing the rations of bread and bottled water was another line forming for the floral treats provided by Ray and Hope Dragon Flower. After giving them out to her friends as a snack last night, she figured the whole school could use some of the flowers, and once Bastion feels better and gets cleaned up, he’ll join up with her and provide more amble supplies of water from his Water Dragon. The Ojama trio have heard about Hope Dragon Flower’s ability and how it can be used for survival purposes, so them falling down to the ground was good timing on their part; at least they don’t have to eat Chazz’s loaf of bread.

“Come on! Hurry up!”

Chazz turned his head to see three impatient Ra Yellow students standing behind him. The yelling came from the one in the middle, who had shaved brown hair, small, circular glasses, and a voice that sounds strangely and exactly identical to the protagonist of an easily recognizable and iconic ‘90s shonen action anime.

“It’s our turn! We got to eat too!” he continued.

Chazz simply turned away from them, much to their disdain. “We’re starving,” the grayish-brunette student added.

“Now move it, buddy!” the spectacled student demaned.

"Be quiet!" Dorothy spoke up. "We're all here together, so we can't run out of supplies. I hope you understand, but we don't even have enough food for Pharaoh." She noticed the cat nuzzling up against her leg. "No matter how he tries to butter me up."

Meanwhile, in Nurse Fontaine's office, Blair was sleeping peacefully. Thanks to Hope Dragon Bird's feathers and large wings, she provided a proper cushion for the Slifer Red Student.

"I'm worried about Blair," Bastion said. "The school doesn't have the proper resources to treat her. We must get back to our world before her condition worsens. I'm sure a real hospital would be more than capable of helping her."

"You're right," Jaden agreed. "But at least Ray let her borrow Hope Dragon Bird."

Blair stirred in her sleep, causing Hope Dragon Bird to nuzzle her. "I am glad to provide assistance to this young human girl," the dragon spoke up. "Any friend of my mistress is a friend of mine. However, I do not provide the proper healing supplies she needs, so I all I can do is make sure she is properly rested."

"You mustn't worry," Bastion advised. "It's clear that Blair appreciates your help."

"But there's gotta be something we can do," Jaden said. "Right, Ms. Fontaine?"

"Unfortunately we've run out of the medicine we need," Ms. Fontaine reported. She gave Jaden a small list. "Now unless you know where to find a first aid kit with all these medications, Blair's condition will only worsen."

Jaden looked at the list. "That's a pretty long list," he commented.

"Did she say 'first aid kit'?" Bastion checked. "The submarine! I saw one stranded in the desert. It must have a first aid kit on board!"

"You think Crowler will let us go?" Jaden wondered.

"Probably not," Bastion pointed out. "We better ask Ray to accompany us. Surely Crowler will let us go if she's with us."

Sure enough, he was right. Because she was one of his favorite students, there was no way Crowler wouldn’t let them go off in the desert on their own; besides, since there was a year difference between Ray, Jaden, and their friends’ ages, she is more than capable of being their chaperone.

"I see..." Crowler said once Jaden finished explaining. "Well as long as Ms. Akaba is accompanying you, I don't see a problem." He looked over at Ray. "But are you sure about this? Two of your dragons are currently busy."

"It's alright," Ray replied. "I still have Hope Dragon Wind and Hope Dragon Moon. I can duel with just them."

"Very well," Crowler decided. "Just make sure everyone comes back in one piece."

“Don’t worry,” Axel reassured. “If I’m with them, nothing’s gonna happen.”

“You got that right, mate,” Jim concurred. “You see, Axel and I have both recently taken dueling in the desert, one-on-one." He looked over at Axel. "Now show 'em what else we've got."

Axel took out some notebooks. "Student notebooks?" Syrus asked.

"Correct," Axel confirmed. "But once we've reconfigure their hard drives, we can use the notebooks as if they were global positioning homing beacons. Which will help guide us back to Duel Academy."

"Just don't take too long," Crowler advised. "It's bad enough the vice chancellor is fretting over one of the student's disappearance. I don't want any more students vanishing."

"It's alright, Dr. Crowler," Ray replied. "I'm sure we'll all make it back in one piece."

Moments later, the students departed the Academy and split up into two groups to carry out their mission. Jaden, Jesse, Ray, Axel, and Jim were all geared up and near the sandy dunes whereas Hassleberry, Syrus, Chazz, and Alexis were closer to the Academy’s entrance.

“So here’s the game plan: we’ll look for the first-aid kid and you guys guard Duel Academy,” Jaden proposed.

“Sure,” Chazz acknowledged. “If trouble comes looking for us, me and my Ojamas will handle it. Right?”

The Ojama trio cowered behind their boss, grabbing a hold on either his shoulder or resting on top of his spiky, black hair and whimpering out of fear. Unlike what usually happens when they tend to get like this, Chazz raised both eyebrows and had a surprised expression as his reaction; he should’ve seen that coming.

“I’m going with you, Jaden,” Adrian declared as he walked towards the group setting out to find the submarine.

“Okay, but I thought that you were hurt,” Jaden recalled.

“I’m feeling much better,” Adrian informed. “Plus, after Ray saved me from that Harpie, it’s the least I can do to say thanks.”

“Cool. Sounds good,” Jaden replied before turning his head to see Jesse. “We should head out.”

“Yeah,” Jesse responded as he nodded in agreement. “Let’s go find us a submarine.”

“You got it,” Adrian stated.

“Chazz, good luck,” Jaden encouraged.

“Luck is for losers,” Chazz retorted.

“See ya,” Hassleberry and Syrus both said, which was followed with the former giving some quick advice. “Duel first. Ask questions later.”

With all said and done, Jaden, Jesse, Ray, Axel, Adrian, and Jim all set out back into the sandy terrains in search of the submarine Bastion saw; given the path he took when they found him reuniting with the Duel Academy alumni, it would hopefully give them some kind of clue as to where it would be. Wherever it is, the first aid kit was absolutely essential if they wanted to patch up Blair’s abnormal scratch wound and bring her fever down. There’s no telling what will happen to her if her condition worsens.

Shortly after they initiated their expedition, Adrian went back into his thoughts again, determined to make sure the others don’t find out about his true colors. This excursion is providing the perfect cover for me to find that sub and cover my tracks ‘cause if these guys find out about that card I’m after, my plans could be in serious jeopardy, he internally monologued while turning around to look back at the Academy. And I can keep him happy by watching Jaden’s every move.

On top of the school’s structures, the demon-possessed Marcel was standing behind one of the walls, peeking on Adrian as the six students trailed further and further away. Everything was going according to plan. “Watch them well, Adrian. You work for me, now,” he commanded in a low voice so that no one hears him. He moved the attached demon arm out of his cloak and angled it at around 90 degrees, causing it to mutate it appearance. Bone-like features ingrained within its composition surfaced on top and expanded outward to form a custom Duel Disk that looked nothing like the ones made by KaibaCorp or the ones at Duel Academy.

“Now to send Jaden a little welcoming present,” “Marcel” schemed with his mouth forming an evil smirk and his voice sounding distorted once again. He took out a card and placed it onto one of his Monster Zones, reading it with a briefly lit green light.

"What now?" Jesse asked after a bit of wandering around.

"Well Jess," Jaden replied. "Since our Duel Monsters are real, I thought we'd just fly to the sub."

"I can take it from here," Ray said as she took out two cards from her deck. "I don't want any of your monsters to get involved in accidental duels."

"You sure?" Jesse asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Ray insisted. "My Hope Dragons should be big enough to fly us over there." She activated her Duel Disk and put her cards on it. "Come on out, Hope Dragon Wind and Hope Dragon Moon!"

The sky increased in brightness for a short time, enveloping the three suns as trails of lunar energy soared from over the horizon and flowed to where Ray was standing. It may be daytime where they are right now, but somewhere within the Duel Monsters dimension, it is already night because the moon never leaves the atmosphere. At the same time, gusts of winter winds sailed across the land and blew from below her feet, forming large tornadic spirals around her that sent smalls chills up her spine. The combination of the lunar energy and the winter winds condensed into one glowing white sphere with a windy atmosphere, almost like Neptune, until it imploded on itself and bursted out cold air coated with stars and snowflakes. As the smoke cleared, Hope Dragons Wind and Moon hovered side by side in the spot where the sphere once was.

"You want us to use your dragons as transportation?" Adrian asked.

"Aw, don't worry about it," Hope Dragon Wind reassured as she and Hope Dragon Moon knelt down. "We can carry all of you with ease."

"But please slow down, sister," Hope Dragon Moon advised as Ray climbed onto her clawed hand. "You tend to be a speedy flyer."

"Geez, I know!" Hope Dragon Wind. "I know better than to fly my usual way with humans on my back!"

"Come on, you two," Ray said. "We can worry about that later. Time to find that sub!"

#Arc V Aftermath #Leo Will Never Know #yugioh arc v #Zarc (arc v)#Ray Akaba #ZarcRay #GenesisShipping

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btp-yami · 6 years

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I said I’d do it one day

GOSH DARNIT SETO AND NOAH NEED TO HAVE SOME MORE POSITIVE INTERACTION

LORD KNOWS IT WONT HAPPEN IN THE ARCS (as far as Ive written it)

~*~*~*~

The elevator dinged as it hit the top floor, and as soon as it split, Noah followed Mokuba down the hall.

“I still don’t see why you wanted me here,” He arched a brow, “Dad n’ ‘Tem are WAY more passionate about Duel Monsters. I mean, I love it, but…”

“Trust me,” Mokuba smiled, “I wanted you for this. And besides, you know Yugi, Atem, and Seto will all be super biased.”

“Can’t argue with that one…”

But, when they went into the office, both straightened upon stepping over the threshold.

He seemed to be leaving, but Seto shut the lid to his briefcase before turning to look over at them. He donned a black suit instead of white, but the bright blue tie was still in place, bangs falling over his eyes enough to make his expression unreadable.

Noah immediately tensed, glancing off and away while Mokuba relaxed.

“Hey, Seto. I thought you left already?”

“Came back for a few things,” Seto answered tersely, before leaning back against his desk and crossing his arms, “This, being one.”

“I told you I could handle it…” Mokuba halfway grumbled before frowning, “Look I know you’re gonna pick Blue-Eyes.”

“Not for that,” Seto looked past Mokuba to Noah. “For him.”

Noah tensed even more, rigid and dropping a small, nearly-inaudible “Shit.”

“I brought him, Seto,” Mokuba tried to explain, frown still in place, “After all, getting another opinion won’t hurt.”

Seto still had his eyes clearly on Noan, who avoided looking at him by any means necessary.

“Give us a minute.” Seto looked to Mokuba expectantly.

Noah started edging back towards the door while Mokuba frowned, “Are you sure that’s—”

“Just a minute. I’ll need to catch my flight soon.”

Mokuba shrugged, “A-All right, I guess.”

Noah cringed, swerving back around when he had been just over the threshold.

Mokuba stopped next to him, patting his shoulder with a smile of apology, “Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite. I’ll be back in just a bit to get your input.”

Noah frowned after him, but then took a couple steps back inside. He stayed right by the door, but kept his arms crossed in front of him as he kept his gaze on the wall nearby and not Seto.

Seto still stared at him, examining him.

A full minute quickly passed, until Noah finally sighed tersely.

“Look, if you’re gonna go on about what happened a few years ago, just get it over with already.”

His shoulders grew rigid with his discomfort.

“You’re doing that quite enough for both of us.”

Noah’s shoulders dropped, and he finally looked back over to see Seto had walked over to him. Only the three stairs between levels of the office separated them.

“Tell me,” Seto replied, eyeing him, “If I asked you about Yugi three years ago, what would you have said?”

The question caught Noah off-guard, and he flushed with embarrassment as he still recalled the feeling, his chest tight and blood pounding.

“I-I…” His voice was softer than he meant it to be, “I-I would’ve said I don’t know him…Or…o-or strode out…or just…remain silent…”

He looked off, “I-I wouldn’t’ve told you… ‘he’s not who you think he is’…”

A frown came over his face, looking further away, “Why would you care? Y-Your whole rivalry was with Atem.”

“Your father is a respectable duelist,” Seto countered firmly, “And kind, to the point of naïvty. Or at least he was.”

Seto folded his hands behind him, “When he walked in here three years ago—you, the Pharaoh, and two childish girls in tow—he looked…different, I suppose you would say. Beaten. Worn. There was a shadow to his eyes.”

Noah’s eyes narrowed into a small glare. “You wouldn’t understand, Kaiba.”

“He was in those damned shadows.”

Noah’s eyes were wide, startled before he looked back over.

Seto stared back, until he climbed the last three steps, towards Noah. “While I might’ve fully believed it all to be some mind trick, Mutou—I guarantee, I know I saw Mokuba almost get hurt more times than I’m pleased to remember. All in the span of a few years.”

His eyes narrowed, “Something I noticed in you, when you were shouting like a child in here three years ago. That was only once you knew what had happened. But, you said yourself: before Yugi came back, you didn’t believe in anything.”

Noah’s shoulders hunched again with slight shame while he looked off, “Get to your point, Kaiba.”

“The point is this: stop dwelling on the past.”

Noah straightened, before frowning, “I-I’m not—”

“If you weren’t,” Seto interrupted, “I’d be speaking with a young man, not a child.”

“I’m not a child!” Noah argued, straightening.

“Act like it.”

Noah huffed and looked off, “What right do you have to tell me that?—Trapping Dad and Mom and everyone in some death trap cuz you losf a game–?”

“When you lose the only thing you hold as ‘important,’ everything is personal,” Seto straightened, “And that was before I realized how important Mokuba was. Just as you eventually realized how important your family and friends were to you.”

Noah softened at that, before sighing softly, and he frowned at Seto, “And ‘dwelling in the past’?”

“Even though you know fully well what happened to Yugi,” Seto explained, “And the two of you have been growing closer, you still feel guilty about everything.”

At that, Noah was silent, shoulders once again rigid while his glare finally fell away.

“You may not realize it, but Yugi’s guilt is hundreds of pounds heavier than yours.” Seto’s frown didn’t change, “And it probably only makes him feel worse to see you still ‘affected’ by it.”

He started back over to his briefcase, at his desk, “Yugi is exactly who I think he is: stubborn, too-caring and devoted to friends and family.”

Noah’s gaze moved to the floor, smiling softly, before looking back up with a frown. “…Why?”

Seto picked up his briefcase, “You’ll need to be more specific.”

“Wh-Why are you telling me this? Taking the time to talk to me? I-I wasn’t exactly… ‘respectful’ last I was here…”

“For that reason,” Seto came back up the steps, standing next to Noah and frowning down at him, “If you keep dwelling on the past, Mutou, you’ll make a lot of the same mistakes I did. Learning from mistakes are crucial; dwelling on them will only prevent you from moving forward.”

Noah finally smiled weakly, giving a small nod of agreement.

As Seto opened the door, Noah straightened, “Hey—”

Seto paused without turning to him.

“I-I’m sorry about all the stuff I said before,” Noah smiled, “Thank you.”

Seto glanced back, before giving a quiet scoff and heading out.

As he did, Mokuba finally came back in, sighing with relief. “Well, it doesn’t look like you two clawed each other’s eyes out…”

He smiled and held up his clipboard, “Now, how about that design input?—We still need a central Duel Monster to be chosen for putting out the stuffed animal set.”

Noah looked over the three designs carefully: Exodia, Kuriboh, Dark Magician, and Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

He handed the clipboard back with a smile, “Actually, I think Blue-Eyes is your best bet.”

Mokuba was startled, before he frowned, “Did Seto talk you into this…?”

Noah looked back down the hall, just as Seto got in the elevator and left.

“You could say that.”

#THERE I DID IT #ygo ad #ygo #seto kaiba #noah mutou #yugioh #fanfiction #bee writes #bee thoughts #long post

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animeangelriku · 6 years

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Puzzleshipping: In the Dark of the Night

(This story contains depictions of an anxiety attack brought on by memories regarding fear of the dark and slight claustrophobia. If any of these is a trigger for you, PLEASE be careful while reading this.)

Summary: Sometimes, Atem’s fears and insecurities get the best of him, no matter how much he tries not to dwell on them. Luckily for him, Yugi will always be there to put his mind at ease.

[Also read on AO3!]

The light is slowly fading away. The darkness surrounds him, closing in on him, suffocating him. He wants to fight it, he tries to catch a glimpse of the dwindling light far ahead but it’s gone before he can latch on to it, a flickering candle snuffed out in a storm, and the darkness is stronger than him, it has always been. It wraps its cold hands around him and he tries to run, to escape from it, but he can’t, he can’t, and he falls to his knees and shivers at the cold crawling under his skin and the darkness steals the very breath from his lungs and it laughs at him, it laughs at him and whispers in his ear, You silly little boy, thinking you have a right to be in this world when you shouldn’t even be breathing, you shouldn’t even be alive—

Atem jerks awake with a choked-off gasp, the sheet he covered himself with before going to sleep now twisted around his legs. He’s still gasping, he feels like he can’t take enough air, like the darkness is still trying to squeeze the life out of him, and he desperately turns his head and looks around, hoping that he’s not in the nightmare anymore, hoping with all his might to see—

Light.

Moonlight.

It streams into Yugi’s room through the skylight, bathing Atem’s surroundings in different hues of blue. He can see the room he’s in and perfectly recognize every single thing within his line of vision, every single thing within the four walls around him—the things that make this place real. He can see the clock on the bed’s headboard, the desk (along with his phone and a small box on top of it) and its chair next to the bed, the books and movies and board games resting on the shelves beside the desk, the closet in front of him, the mirror next to it…

Atem kicks the sheet off him and shakily gets to his feet, only to climb on the chair of Yugi’s desk and sit with his knees pulled in towards himself. He reaches for the box on the desk and opens it with trembling fingers, gently taking out a small plastic battery-powered night light in the shape of a Kuriboh. He presses the On button and watches as the plastic Kuriboh casts a soft, yellowish glow around his fingers.

Without entirely realizing he’s doing it, Atem brings a hand up to his chest, expecting to find a chain around his neck and the weight of a broken golden pendant that was once comforting to him. There is no chain, though, and there is no Millennium Puzzle, either—no Millennium Puzzle to keep his soul trapped inside its infinite maze any longer.

For a few precious seconds, Atem feels his heartbeat steady, and he thinks to himself, It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re safe, I’m safe.

But his mind has played tricks on him before, making him see what he wants to see only to take it all away when he least expects it. He doesn’t want to blink and suddenly find himself back in the never-ending darkness, feel it like a noose around his throat, feel its claws wrapping around his legs and arms and tugging him back towards the shadows—

Atem places the night light back on the desk and reaches almost blindly for his phone, which rests next to the box of the Kuriboh night light. As soon as his fingers close around it, he searches for Yugi’s name in his list of recent calls, finding it at the very top; they talked earlier today and then again before bed. Even though he knows Yugi will answer despite how late it is, his thumb hovers above his name.

Yugi’s been away for the past week and a half promoting his very first game, soon-to-be-released thanks to the game’s joint development with KaibaCorp. While their time spent apart hasn’t been easy on either of them, Atem knows that this is Yugi’s dream, that Yugi is proud of what he’s accomplished and happy that he gets to share his work with the world, and Atem feels that same pride and happiness for Yugi multiplied tenfold.

He also knows that the press conferences Yugi has to give leave him absolutely exhausted at the end of the day, goodness, Atem could hear it in his voice when they talked earlier, and he needs all the rest he can get for tomorrow. Yugi deserves a good night’s sleep. Atem shouldn’t bother him with this, with his silly doubts and his ridiculous thoughts and his stupid, stupid, stupid childish fears, he shouldn’t be so selfish.

But.

Atem presses Yugi’s name and then holds the phone to his ear.

It rings once. Twice. It rings a third time.

He’s about to hang up—and pretend that the late call was an accident, if Yugi were to ever question him about it—when Yugi answers shortly after the fourth ring, and Atem tries to ignore the way his breath catches in his throat, he’s so relieved.

“Hey,” Yugi greets him, his voice thick with sleepiness yet bright and beautiful as always. “What’s up?” he asks, and Atem is determined not to make a big deal out of this, to simply say that he had a bad dream and he knew talking to Yugi would make him feel better. And, really, that’s just a sugar-coated version of what actually happened, so he wouldn’t technically be lying.

Except…

He’s quiet for such a long time that Yugi speaks again. “Atem?” He does it so softly, so worriedly, so lovingly that Atem’s resolve breaks right then and there.

“Aibou,” he practically sobs, exhaling the old nickname in a shaky breath, like it’s the last word he’ll ever say. He closes his eyes and bites his lip, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to choke him. He fails miserably, and a few tears spill over his eyes and down his cheeks.

He already regrets this.

For a moment, Yugi’s silent on the other end of the line, and the only sound in the room is Atem’s heavy breathing as he struggles to keep himself together.

“Sit up straight and take a deep breath,” Yugi says, gently, “and hold it in.” It’s only now that Yugi mentions it that Atem realizes he’s curled into himself on the chair, as if the ceiling were about to fall on top of him. He forces himself to sit up against the chair’s backrest and inhale through his nose. Then he holds the air in.

“One,” Yugi begins counting. “Two. Three. Four.”

Atem exhales through his mouth. He takes another deep breath, holds the air in, and when he lets this one out, he notices just how tense his entire body is, how tight his muscles are. He relaxes his shoulders, pushes his legs to the ground and scoots to the edge of the chair so that he can press the soles of his feet to the floor beneath him. The next breath he takes comes a little easier than the last, like his lungs have more space to expand inside his chest.

The tears have stopped, but he still feels them lingering behind his eyes, feels the sobs burning deep in his throat. He wipes at his nose, sniffling.

“Can you tell me some of the things you see?” Yugi asks. Atem wipes his eyes with his sleeve and glances around the room.

“I see the books on your desk,” he starts, clearing his throat. “The clock above the bed. Your GameBoy on the shelves. Mine next to it. The board games, your movie collection…” He looks up at the skylight. “The sky.”

“Can you describe it?”

Atem focuses on the sight in front of him. “The moon is smaller than it was last night, but it’s mostly clear. Just a few clouds here and there.” The clouds he sees aren’t enough to cover the stars, and he tries to find the constellations Yugi taught him when they went stargazing a few months ago, including the silly ones they made up.

“How about some things you can touch?” Yugi prompts next.

“The chair,” Atem responds immediately. He reaches out to touch every object he lists to Yugi. “The desk. The Kuriboh night light you gave me. Its box. My phone. The floor.” He gets up from the chair and climbs back into the bed, sitting cross-legged on top of it. He presses the palm of his hand flat against the sheets beneath him, focusing on how the fabric feels against his skin. “The bed,” he says, “and the sheets.”

Atem takes one last deep breath, exhaling it as slowly as he possibly can, and it’s like he exhales the tension in his body along with it, like he’s pushing it out of him until there’s nothing left of it. It makes him light-headed, and he collapses back onto the bed, stretching his legs out in front of him.

“Better?” Yugi asks him, and Atem nods, even though he knows Yugi can’t see him. His head is pounding and his throat is still burning and his eyes just hurt, but at least he can breathe again. The light from the plastic Kuriboh seems brighter now, almost bright enough to envelope the entire room in its yellowish glow.

“Better,” he answers, and he actually means it. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Yugi says, his voice light and soft and soothing wonderful. Atem is about to apologize for waking him up, for bothering him because of a stupid nightmare, but Yugi seems to read his mind somehow, because the next thing he says is, “Just because I’m not there doesn’t mean you have to deal with this on your own.”

Atem knows that. He knows it, he does, it’s just…

He just forgets, sometimes, that his thoughts and feelings are valid, that his fears are valid—that if something scares him or makes him uneasy or simply bothers him one way or another, it’s not stupid, no matter how much it might seem like it.

He knows this. He just has trouble believing it sometimes.

But he’s getting there, at least.

“Sorry for waking you, though.”

Yugi sighs heavily, but Atem recognizes that the way he does it is in mock annoyance, and it’s not directed at him. “No, don’t worry. I don’t know if things are set up or not in here, but I’ve been hearing people shouting to move things this way or the other and to do this and that for the past two hours…” Then he groans in actual annoyance. “I swear I dreamed that they were still running around the entire place during tomorrow’s press conference.”

Atem laughs, his entire body shaking with it. “I bet Kaiba would have a stroke.”

“I’m almost sure he actually did in the dream,” Yugi says, and the seriousness in his voice just makes Atem laugh harder. “Then again, there was also a giant hot dog stand in the corner of the room, so don’t take my word for it.”

“Oh, wow,” Atem chuckles, his arm resting across his stomach as he stares up at the ceiling. “Wouldn’t that be something.”

“It’s not a bad idea,” Yugi mumbles pensively, like he’s picturing it in his head. “I might ask for one next time. ‘Sorry, Kaiba, but no hot dog stand, no press conference.’”

Atem laughs again, trying to imagine how that scenario would end up. There are stranger things Kaiba has done, so perhaps it wouldn’t be so impossible to achieve. “Let me know how that goes.”

“You bet I will,” Yugi agrees with a soft laugh of his own. “For now, I better let you get back to sleep.”

As soon as the word sleep comes out of Yugi’s mouth, Atem feels his eyelids drooping closed, and he’s overcome by a yawn so big that it makes his ears pop.

Oh. Wow. He hadn’t realized how exhausted he was.

“I should do the same,” Atem says. “Let you get back to sleep, I mean. You’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

“Ugh,” Yugi groans, though it becomes a chuckle in the end. “Don’t remind me. I love this, and I love what it stands for and what it means, and there’s a part of me that still can’t believe this is happening, you know? But I also can’t wait to get back home.”

Atem smiles to himself. “I know,” he says, holding himself back from adding, I can’t wait for you to get back home, either.

He knows that Yugi knows it.

“Well, then,” Yugi begins, and Atem can practically hear the smile on his voice. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Don’t forget to tell Kaiba about the hot dog stand,” he reminds him, grinning at the laugh Yugi lets out. “And good luck on the press conference. You’ll do amazing.”

“Ah, thank you,” says Yugi. “And I won’t forget, don’t worry. Goodnight, Atem.”

“Goodnight, Yugi,” he replies. “I love you.”

Through the phone, Yugi exhales a hum of contentment. “I love you, too.”

They both hang up at the same time, and Atem sits up only long enough to place his phone back on the desk before he lies back down, staring intently at the ceiling.

With one of his arms still across his stomach, he brings his other hand up to his chest and rests it atop his heart and… and he lets himself feel his heartbeat. He focuses on the pulse beneath his palm, the pulse beneath his skin, beating against his chest and showing him that he’s alive, alive, so alive.

Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

Atem knows this won’t be the last time he has the same nightmare. This won’t be the last time something will make him believe he’s back in the Millennium Puzzle, trapped and locked inside the never-ending darkness for eternity.

But right now, he reminds himself that he’s here.

He’s not trapped inside the Millennium Puzzle anymore.

He’s free.

He’s here.

He’s alive.

And right now, that’s all that matters.

#puzzleshipping #yugioh #puzzleshipping fic #yugioh fic #riku's fics #puzzleshipping advent

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fictionalsadist · 6 years

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(Later still) Day 29-Candle

in the light of the candles a confrontation happens and truths are told

(the rare “Seto Kaiba stays in the afterlife instead of dragging atem back” fic)

The only light in Atem’s chamber’s was that of the candles and the moon that held his gaze. He was hiding from his unexpected guest, aka: Seto Kaiba and he knew it. They’d been arguing all day and he was tired. When he’d realized that Atem could never again leave this realm without facing oblivion he’d decided to stay. When they’d been informed that since Seto was once both priest and Pharaoh and the fact that he’d firmly decided to stay here, there was no way to force him to return to the land of the living. Now they were trying to decide what to do with Seto now that they couldn’t get rid of him.

If he was being honest with himself Atem was glad that Seto couldn’t leave. He’d fallen hard for this man in both lifetime’s he’d known him. In both lifetime’s he hadn’t been able to tell the man how he’d felt before leaving him behind.

Before abandoning him.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

The soft whisper startled Atem and he spun to meet the steady blue gaze of Seto Kaiba.

“What-” Atem couldn’t finish the thought. The way that the candlelight glimmered over Seto’s skin made his heart race.

““Penny for your thoughts” it’s a term used by english speakers to ask what on your mind.” Seto informed him.

“How did you get in here?”

“I was taking a walk and I found a hidden walkway that lead me here.”

Atem shook his head. When he looked up again Seto was leaning over him. Atem swallowed.

“Want to tell me why you’re avoiding me?” Seto demanded.

Atem shoved him back “I am not avoiding you.” he snapped and turned to walk away. Seto’s hand grabbing his wrist stopped him.

Both gasped as they were forced into a shared vision of when Seto was Atem’s priest. Hs cousin, heir and lover….

Seto teaching Atem in the library and being entranced by the way the candles flame danced over his tri-colored hair, his intensely focused red eyes, his skin. Unable to help himself Seto leaned forward and pressed their lips together in their first kiss…

Atem begging Seto to talk to him after their duel where Atem defeated him with the use of Kuriboh instead of the gods….

Seto begging Atem not to go through with his plan to seal himself in the puzzle...

When they were release from the vision Seto yanked Atem around to face him. He caged the struggling pharaoh in his arms. “That’s it isn’t it?!” the taller male hissed “You don’t want me because I’m not him?!

“No!” Atem snapped no longer able to hold back now that he’d been confronted “I want you because you are Kaiba!”

Atem managed to shove Seto back. Instead of moving away Atem crossed his arms defensively “But...I don’t want you because you were him….I loved him with an intensity that stld my breath away. I broke him by abandoning him in favor of saving the people. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. BUt I fell for you, Seto Kaiba, and I don’t want you to give up everything you worked for just because-”

Seto’s mouth covering his cut him off. Tears burned at Atem’s eyes when Seto pulled away.

“You don’t get to decide this alone.” Seto growled and reached out to gently brush one of Atem’s bangs behind his ears “There is no life I can be without you and be whole. You keep saying I’m his reincarnation. So, that means you broke me in two lifetimes. That means you owe me. Don’t keep us apart any longer…”

Atem couldn’t do it. He couldn’t win against Seto. So he stopped trying and pulled Seto down to kissed him with two lifetime’s of longing. Seto gave as good as he got. Burying his fingers in that soft mass of tri-colored hair. When the need for air drove them apart they merely rested their heads against each others. After a time Seto picked Atem up and carried him to his bed and held him close. They didn’t sleep or speak or do more than exchange the occasional kiss until the sun rose. Only then did Seto finally speak again.

“I can’t be your priest.” Seto told him softly. Atem held his breath. Seto continued with the words he desperately wanted to hear ““There is no need for you to take a wife here...no need to produce an heir. So marry me. Be my husband instead of my king.”

Atem could only give one answer

“Yes.”

(The shared vision was probably going: We have literally served him to you on a platter (like sealshipping) just take him. probably with a bunch of inappropriate eyebrow wagging)

#Yugioh #prideshipping #pridecember #seto kaiba #yami #atem #day 29 #candle #Atem can't decide #angsting over wanting kaiba #kaiba tells him to get over it #and merry me

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nagito-komaedas-boxer-briefs · 6 years

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YgoPridecember: Snow

Atem is brooding at his usual spot; the desk near the window. He watches the snowfall that starts to gather outside. Wearing a fitted red wine dress shirt and fitted black slacks.

‘Kaiba asked for my hand in marriage.’ Yesterday he said on Japan’s national news (and pretty much the world for that matter after it spread to social media) about their engagement. The former spirit at the time couldn’t think clearly. Which resulted in them arguing about nothing. At the end Atem gave a one off answer to satisfy Kaiba that made him grimace now.

Now that it sunk in the reality is making him contemplate his future. ‘Should I marry him?’ They only started dating recently but Atem knew Kaiba for ages if you count his previous incarnation. The first time he met him (again) is almost four years ago and they interacted with each other continuously. Drawn to each other like a moth does with a flame.

Kaiba has his quirks (to put it mildly) that Atem finds both enduring, amusing and exasperating. The man wears his heart on his sleeve and pretty much everything he does is excessive or outrageous. Buy out the whole city just for a duel monsters tournament, his own amusement park, what’s next a space station?

He’s worried about what if they get into arguments like before? Silly what if’s that make no sense. Atem sighs and hears the door opening. “Hello Aibou.”

“Is this a bad time?”

“No.” Atem turns around and gives Yugi his undivided attention. His lighter half handing him a mug before sitting on the bed across from him. Atem picks up on the scent of dark chocolate and hums.

Yugi takes a couple of sips before he speaks again. “You want to talk about Kaiba?”

Atem takes a deep drink of his own before setting the mug on the desk. He closes his eyes and breathes in. Then out. “I’m not sure if I should marry him or not.”

“Why?” Yugi’s voice has a hint of worry. “Kaiba-kun admires you. In fact I bet he’s going to come over despite a storm raging outside.”

Atem shakes his head because he knows Yugi is most likely right. “I know you have your own life with us separated but I think Kaiba-kun suits you. You’re one of the few that can tolerate him and Mokuba-kun admires you. Even with the things he done in the past you still depend on him. You both bring out the best in each other. More than our friends and me.”

Yugi stares into his cup before meeting his other half’s eyes. “Maybe you should give Kaiba-kun a chance. He’s changed a lot because of you and I feel deep down inside that he loves you deeply. He doesn’t show it the conventional way but it’s there in his actions.”

Atem frowned at his foolishness. ‘If Kaiba didn’t care he wouldn’t go through great lengths to gain my attention or bother with my friends.’ Seto Kaiba, the proud CEO, actually went to a karaoke gathering with him and sung.

“Thank you aibou. I’m not sure what came over me. I do care about Kaiba.” Atem took a deep sip of his hot chocolate. Imaged how it would be married. Things wouldn’t change that much and situations like moving arrangements can be settle when they come. They would do this together and if he had doubts Atem still had the shoulder of Yugi and their friends.

It would work out.

They changed subjects to lesser things, such as the group and the shop in general. Both of them having a casual moment. Yugi seemed to finish off his cup finally and sat up to stretch. “Come on. Let’s go make a snowman.”

Atem blinked. “What.”

Yugi grinned impishly. “I know you hate the cold but I want to make a snowman in front of the shop.”

The former spirit thought about dragging his heels like a child or acting like Seto Kaiba. He sighed and relented instead. Too much pride to be foolish over something minor as snow. His aibou didn’t ask much from him and provided shelter among other things for free.

Atem bundled up in his parka along with a ton of layers while Yugi, used to the elements, only wore his duffel coat along with a blue sweater and leather pants. “Wear a hat and gloves!” He yelled as Yugi raced down the stairs.

The two of them did make a snowman. Atem ended up getting a runny red nose and they somehow tried to make a mini Kuriboh and failed.

When Seto Kaiba showed up hiding behind a scarf with a bundle of flowers, it did not save him from both men pelting him with snowballs. Atem turned on his Mou no Hitori when he started making kissing noises.

#ygopridecember #prideshipping #Yugi mutou #Atem #Yami Yugi #the two of them having a moment

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rawwkingrimmie64 · 7 years

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Kariboh. Answer the questions

This may get a little creepy. I didn’t expect to get a monster for this ask, but here we go!

Why I like them/Why I don’t:

I like Kuriboh’s character a lot actually. I didn’t really take note of the non-speaking monsters as characters until I started watching GX and re-watching DM. Kuriboh is so incredibly loyal to his owners, and is always willing to help out when possible. I absolutely love that!

What I like about their appearance:

Sure, the cute brown fuzzball is cute and all, but those eyes are adorable!

Do I prefer the dub name or original name?:

Honestly, they sound the same to my ears.

OTP: I will never be able to unsee that fan art of Dark Magician Girl walking next to a Kuriboh in shades. If I had to say OTP, that would be it. Plus, there are a ton of adorable fan art drawings of those two together!

NOTP: Kuriboh and Kaiba. Kaiboh? Kuriba? Either way…cool ship name, still NOTP.

OT3: Kuriboh x DMG x Yugi Muto Honestly, I’m just coming up with these ships right now.

Favorite card they use: “Rainbow Blessing” in the Virtual World Arc. I was shocked when I found out that there is a real “Rainbow Kuriboh”, and highly disappointed when I saw it wasn’t that ball of rainbow-y awesomeness.

Favorite moment they were in:

Yami using Kuriboh’s effect during the Battle City semi-finals against Kaiba.

Least favorite moment:

Kuriboh being controlled by the Seal of Orichalcos! Yami, why????

Would I fuck, marry, or kill them?

Remember how I said things would get creepy? Yeah, well…I would marry the fuzzball.

(Send me a Yu-Gi-Oh! character and I’ll answer these questions about them!)

#yugioh #yugioh dm #kuriboh

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higuchimon · 5 years

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[fanfic] Embrace of Fate: Chapter 4

“Aniki?” Shou asked the question that so few people did. Mostly because most people never saw the mark and thus didn’t think to ask. “Is that your...”

Juudai tugged his shirt down and pulled his jacket on. “Yeah.” He tried not to be short with Shou; Shou didn’t know and it wasn’t like he would be mad about it.

“C-could I ask...” Shou fidgeted, toweling his hair dry at the same time. “If you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay, you know.”

Juudai started for the door, knowing how tense his shoulders were and hating every second of it. This was why he did all he could not to let anyone else see his mark. He hated having to answer this. But Shou was his best friend – the only best friend he remembered ever having.

“I don’t know.” The three words that he hated the most, more than answering any question in class. Especially because there hadn’t ever been a question in class he couldn’t answer in the first place.

But when it came to his soulmate mark, that was a different story altogether.

Shou stared at him for a few moments before he hurried to catch him. “You don’t know?”

“No.” Juudai held back a sigh. Might as well get it over with. Then Shou wouldn’t ask anymore. “I’ve had it for as long as I can remember, but I don’t know who they are. I don’t remember meeting them. Mom and Dad won’t tell me anything about it.”

He pressed his lips together a little more. “I was really sick when I was about six or seven. They told me I almost died. And we moved right after I got out of the hospital – or right before, I’m not sure anymore.” Juudai shook his head. “So I guess it was before I got sick, but I don’t remember anything from before then.”

“Whoa...” Shou stared, gray eyes large and shocked. “You almost died?”

“That’s what they tell me.” Juudai shrugged. He didn’t think about it all that often. There wasn’t much of a need. “I guess I’ll find them one of these days?”

“You could ask one of those agencies?” Shou suggested with a small laugh. “You know, those soulmate finding ones?”

Juudai nodded. He’d thought about that before too, before he’d come here. It didn’t really seem like that much of an issue. He’d meet whoever it was again eventually, he knew, and he’d that he’d know them when he did. The mark made that extraordinarily plain.

He didn’t need to see it to know what it looked like. He didn’t know what it was, other than his soulmate mark. Part of it – the part he thought represented him – looked like a sigil of some kind and he wanted to say that it meant something like ‘darkness’. It looked like darkness anyway, black as sable fur.

The other part of it resembled a dragon’s wing. Or maybe a demon’s wing. He’d never been able to pin it down and sometimes he spent his rare sleepless nights wondering.

A violet chain wound around both marks, with tiny little thorns poking up all around them in a circle around the chain. Juudai hadn’t ever seen anything like that before; it had only started to appear in the last couple of years, before he’d started at Duel Academia.

Are you all right out there? Juudai mentally traced the mark and wondered if he’d ever see them again. He wanted to; he would always believe they were out there somewhere. They had to be: his mark still existed. Only if his soulmate – wasn’t there anymore – would it change, fade away.

He hoped that they were all right. He hoped that he’d find out soon.

Shou patted his own left arm where his counter continued to wind down. He’d shown it to Juudai shortly after they’d moved into the Red dorm. He still had a few years to go for his; he wouldn’t meet his soulmate until a couple of years after graduation.

“Do you think mine could be Black Magician Girl?” he asked, and Juudai couldn’t have been happier to have the topic steer away from his own.

“I don’t see why not. Dunno how you’re going to meet her, though.” He knew Duel Spirits existed – Hane Kuriboh trilled from just behind him – but how someone like Shou, who didn’t have a partner, would meet one so they could be soulmates escaped him for right now.

Shou let out a long and deep sigh. “Me either. But I can keep dreaming, can’t I?”

“Sure!” Juudai swatted Shou playfully before he picked up his pace. “Come on, first one back to the dorm wins!”

Shou started after him, shorter legs scrambling, but Juudai kept going with a teasing laugh, eager to get inside and get under the covers so he could get some sleep and either dream about the soulmate he couldn’t remember, or dream about nothing at all.

He wasn’t at all certain of which he wanted more.

Yubel clenched their fist, flexing, aware to some level that Juudai remained out there, alive and healthy and possibly planning more pain for them.

Oh, Yubel hoped so. They hoped so with all of their heart – even if they didn’t have a heart right now. That was one of the pieces scattered to the winds, ground down to dust and shattered until there wasn’t anything left than the faintest of scraps.

But Yubel loved Juudai all the more for this pain. What else could this be but his love? A challenge for Yubel to show how much they could return that love, for certain. Yubel planned. Yubel would return Juudai’s love, as they always had.

So long since they’d seen him, touched him. Centuries in between lives, but that had never been a problem. They’d rested together in the enfolding shadows of the Gentle Darkness, each partaking of the other’s essence, until the time came when Juudai had to return to the world of flesh.

When he did, Yubel returned to guard him, as they always and forever would. Though matters had changed to some degree since their days in Kuragari. Those who held the secrets of magic or alchemy, those who weren’t human – those were now called ‘Duel Spirits’ or ‘Duel Monsters’ and lived in worlds of their own. They could interact with the world of humans only through the medium of cards.

Which meant that Yubel now was considered one of those, and few indeed could see them. Juudai counted among those, of course. That didn’t surprise Yubel in the slightest. The two of them were, after all, bonded both through the Gentle Darkness and the soulmate bond. If Yubel appeared when Juudai was but a newborn, he would have been able to see them.

But he hadn’t been a newborn; young and eager to see them again, even if he hadn’t known who Yubel was at first.

The memory flooded, sharp and sweet and strong, like so much else that involved Juudai. Yubel rested in the card, curious to see how matters lay in this new place and time, wondering if Juudai had a counter and if so how much time did it have on it. Would it mark the moment when they rose out of their card or some later date?

All speculation ended moments later when Yubel felt ten chubby fingers touch on the card and at once rose from it, turning to see their beloved, as they’d never seen him before. In the flesh he’d always been a teenager or older; in the Gentle Darkness there wasn’t any real essence beyond awareness. Age didn’t exist there.

And now they saw him as a small child and the fierceness of love and the depth of protection swept all over Yubel as it had the first moment their counters ran out together.

Voices sounded, ones that they didn’t recognize, speaking of the counter and how there wasn’t anyone there.

But Yubel could see the counter and it had just struck zero. Yubel began to reach, then pulled back.

“Hello, Juudai,” Yubel murmured. They wanted so much to touch him but the rules remained the same. Such a touch should be done only with both of them agreeing to it. With as young as Juudai was that could be years.

But Juudai smiled at Yubel, as bright and brilliant as the sun even with his darkness coiled inside of him. “Yubel!”

He knew Yubel. He would always know Yubel, no matter what happened. He didn’t know their past life or anything else but he recognized Yubel and reached eagerly for their hand.

Yubel wasn’t certain at first if this would count as a touch. Their essence wasn’t what it had been before. But no sooner did one hand brush against another than Juudai’s counter flashed for a heartbeat, replaced by the sigil of the Gentle Darkness and Yubel’s own draconic/demonic wing, tied together by the chains of love.

Again those voices spoke and Yubel finally looked to see who they were. Two strangers, a man and a woman, stood there, watching Juudai, expressions worried. There wasn’t any sign that they saw Yubel and Yubel dismissed them almost at once. Whoever they were, they weren’t important save for whatever distinction they held for Juudai.

“Can’t you see Yubel?” Juudai chirped, waving his newly marked arm. “They’re right there!”

The people – his parents of this new life, Yubel surmised – made soothing noises but nothing more. Wariness tinged each word they spoke, along with the gazes they shot towards the space Yubel stood in. All that proved Yubel’s existence at the moment was the mark on Juudai’s arm.

That was all Yubel had ever needed to exist in the first place. Juudai remained the center of their existence.

“Let me tell you about dueling!” Juudai declared, racing to his room, card held tight in his hand. “You’re going to love it!”

Juudai wasn’t wrong. The game was fascinating and it didn’t take Yubel long to learn the various rules. Apparently those updated every few years and one such had been released recently, mostly featuring Fusion monsters. Those held an especial fascination for Juudai.

Yubel understood why the moment that they saw the spell and what it could make – combining weaker creatures to become stronger ones remained one of the hallmarks of the Gentle Darkness. Fusion was Juudai’s weapon and always had been.

But it took him time to learn how to use it properly and there weren’t many patient enough for him to learn. Again and again Juudai dueled against those in his school and in his neighborhood – such a sad place for Haou of the Gentle Darkness to grow up – and he lost so many of those duels. There were occasionally times when he won and Yubel praised him so much for those moments, as they soothed him for the far more abundant losses.

“You won!” His opponent glared at him from across the playground. “You cheated, didn’t you?” One beefy fist knotted up as he stalked across. “I know you cheated!”

Juudai stared at him, too thrilled at his win and too surprised to move. “No, I didn’t. Why would I?”

“Because you don’t win against me! You never have!” The opponent glared at Juudai for a few seconds before that huge fist flashed forward, burying itself in Juudai’s stomach and sending him falling back.

Juudai cried out, reaching for the cards that scattered from his deck, even as the burly child kicked him hard, knocking him over.

“Cheater! Cheaters can’t play Duel Monsters! I’m gonna tell everyone that you cheated!”

Before Juudai could say anything else, his former opponent stomped on the cards, grabbed a handful of the ones he hadn’t stepped on, then ran off with those in his grip. Juudai stared after him, drawing in a huge, deep hitching breath, tears stinging in his eyes.

Yubel rested their left hand on the back of Juudai’s neck. While they could touch, it still wasn’t entirely the same as when both had bodies. But Juudai turned his attention toward them regardless.

“He stole my cards,” Juudai whispered, tears streaking down his cheeks. “He said I cheated and he stole my cards.”

Yubel stroked ever so gently, eyes following where the thief – that was all he needed to be known as now – vanished.

“Don’t worry, Juudai. You’ll see him in school tomorrow, won’t you?” Juudai nodded, sniffling. Yubel smiled. “Then I’ll take care of him them.”

Juudai’s smile broke through his tears and he started to quickly gather the other cards, squealing in joy whenever he saw a particular favorite of his survived. Once he had them all tucked back in, Yubel did what they could to brush him off. The brute’s attack hadn’t left much damage beyond some dust and bruising that Yubel would avenge in due course. If it had been worse than what it was, Yubel would have eagerly seen to it that he paid for it with his life.

Whether he knew it or not, Juudai remained Haou, the Supreme King, Herald of the Gentle Darkness. More importantly than all of those, he remained Yubel’s soulmate, and there wasn’t anything in all the worlds that Yubel wouldn’t do to avenge the slight to him.

Including putting a seven year old in the hospital after he ‘mysteriously’ fell down a flight of stairs.

It was far easier than Yubel imagined to do so. In the year since they reunited, Yubel learned that they could affect the mortal realm to some degree, with effort. Whether this was a thing that all spirits could do or just them, Yubel didn’t know. There weren’t any other spirits in the school to ask, since so few here had the gift to see them.

Not all of those who had that ability knew of it in the first place. Yubel identified most of them by if such people could see them in the first place. Those whose eyes focused on Yubel, who stared in surprise at Juudai being followed by Yubel, those were the ones that Yubel marked and watched to see if any other spirits came near to them.

But Yubel knew what they could do, and when the moment came that the one who’d hurt their beloved Juudai stood at the top of the stairs, back turned, waving to someone else, they struck.

Juudai wasn’t that far away, but the brute hadn’t seen him. This brought Yubel close enough to take care of the issue. The brute may well have fallen even if Yubel hadn’t done anything. Yubel only made certain it did happen.

One single push was all that it took. The thief-brute toppled over, rolling down and down, soft cries that stopped after two or three hits. He lay at the bottom, trembling, and Yubel smiled at the sight.

Juudai still hadn’t noticed. Yubel knew he became aware after the thief was taken away to the hospital. But Juudai didn’t seem to care any more than Yubel did.

That was just the beginning. Yubel didn’t care if the duel involved a win or a loss; as long as they treated Juudai decently, then they were allowed to go without being harmed. But whenever there was the slightest hint of disrespect towards their beloved Juudai, Yubel made certain that they paid for it.

No one who disrespected Juudai was spared. This included Juudai’s best friend of the time – a boy who often took care of him when his parents were too busy with work to do so themselves. A boy named Osamu, who had the audacity to prevent Yubel from being summoned.

Doing so wouldn’t have necessarily won Juudai the duel, but it really didn’t matter. Juudai knew that Yubel wanted to fight in the duel. Their presence would at least defend Juudai, what they were meant to do.

And when that was prevented, Yubel made certain this one was punished, right away and as fiercely as possible.

“Yubel!” Juudai stared at them as the ambulance took Osamu away. “Why did you hurt him?”

He knew that Yubel hurt people who upset him in any way. They didn’t always need to have dueled him. A small group of muggers – wanna-be muggers – who’d worried Juudai while he and his mother walked home ended up terrified thanks to Yubel. But this was the first time that Yubel struck someone that he liked.

“Because he prevented me from coming to help you, Juudai. You know that.” Yubel knew that they had to explain things to Juudai on occasion. “You should go and rest.”

Juudai subsided, but Yubel caught sight of him watching them every now and then. He didn’t say anything, but shortly thereafter, Yubel could see him drawing pictures, ones of those heroes he’d talked to them about on occasion. He drew more than he talked to them, which wasn’t all that normal. Still, Yubel expected that once he got over being upset, he would talk to them again.

Perhaps that was why matters fell out the way that they did. Yubel presumed that Juudai would soon speak but there were few moments when he did. Instead of apologizing when he finished his artwork, or even hanging it on his walls, Juudai put it into an envelope and sent it away.

But at least he spoke after that. “I sent it to a contest! If I win, my heroes are going to be made into real cards and sent into space!”

Yubel tilted their head. “Why there?” They could think of far better ways to reward someone for winning a contest.

“Because according to President Kaiba, we need to teach the space aliens how to duel.” Juudai said it without a trace of anything aside from raw belief. Yubel chuckled.

“You know, that’s also where the Gentle Darkness is. It’s everywhere, of course, but it could be found by humans there.” Yubel ran their fingers through Juudai’s hair. “Do you think your cards would find it?” A thought crossed their mind. “They could gain great power if they did. You are the Herald of the Darkness; since it fuels you and you created them, it’s not impossible.”

Juudai grinned cheerfully. “That would be awesome! Do you think I’ll win?”

“I don’t see why you wouldn’t.” Yubel couldn’t have been happier to have Juudai speaking to them again.

Perhaps if they’d known what would happen in the future, matters might have been different. As it was, Yubel only cared to hear Juudai’s voice again, and to know that he wasn’t angry at them anymore. And why should he be? They’d done nothing wrong.

Juudai was merely a child now. He reacted like a child would. When he grew up, Yubel knew that he would accept what they’d done to all who harmed him as the right and proper reaction.

As the weeks slipped away, Yubel forgot about Juudai having sent the drawings to the contest. Only when another envelope arrived, celebrating his victory in the contest, did they remember, and even then, Yubel thought of little more than to be proud for his victory.

Until the day came when he removed Yubel’s card from his deck and the last that Yubel heard of his voice for far too long was Juudai asking if ‘this card’ could be sent up into space along with the others.

Yubel screamed. Yubel raged. Yubel demanded to know why Juudai did this to them, when they’d done nothing wrong, defended him as they’d promised to do so long ago, what they’d been created and recreated to do.

And Juudai did not answer. From the moment he handed Yubel’s card to the strange men, there wasn’t a single moment when Yubel could hear him.

The soulmate bond remained, of course. Not even death could sever that. But try as Yubel might, if Juudai heard their screams or their demands or anything at all, he did nothing to respond.

And Yubel screamed louder when they soared into space, thrashing within the card and the container, claws scraping against the inside, wanting to return to the world, return to Juudai, to find out what they’d done wrong and make it right again.

Nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing but pain and fear and more pain and more fear and the laughing, mocking, far too amused claws of the Light of Ruin, digging deep into Yubel and whispering words that sank into the cracks made by all of this.

He doesn’t love you. He never loved you. The soulmate mark is a lie. Would he have done this to you if he did love you?

“Yes!” Yubel screeched the word back, throwing it with every ounce of love that they could imagine. “Juudai loves me! I love Juudai!”

Of course you do. More mocking, words shaped like weapons meant to wound. But think about it. He cared more for those heroes than he did for you. He made a whole deck of them to go with those Elemental Heroes. But did that deck have a place for you?

Yubel didn’t need to breath but their breath caught in their throat regardless. They didn’t want to think that the Light was right – how could it be? It was the Light, the very antithesis of what Juudai stood against. It would do anything to destroy him.

But those words dug so deep into them, chipping tiny holes inside.

There wasn’t one, you know. He crafted a new deck that shows what he is as Haou but without you. He doesn’t want you anymore. He threw you away. He threw you to where you’ll never find him again.

If the Light had a form and Yubel could have, they would have dug their own claws so deep into it that the beating heart would have been torn out. They shook their head over and over. This couldn’t be. They didn’t want to think about Juudai like this.

“Juudai loves me,” they murmured. “That’s why he did this.” Yubel wasn’t sure of that, not at first. But the more that they considered it, the more it felt true. Juudai sent them here, into space, into the dark and the cold and the loneliness, because of that love.

Again and again the Light’s words came to them, how Juudai wanted nothing to do with them anymore and never wanted to see them again. How he loved his Elemental Heroes and these Neo-Spacians and did not love them.

How he would love other people who weren’t Yubel, regardless of the mark on their arms.

Yubel refused to believe. The Light spoke lies; that was all there was to it. But with each passing moment and each fresh wave of pain that came, Yubel wondered and finally Yubel made a decision.

“He’s taken away everything that I had,” Yubel murmured. “He took me away from him and sent me out here. This means that he loves me. He wouldn’t hurt me if he didn’t love me.” That Yubel could never, ever forget or disbelieve. “So I’ll show him how much that I love him. I’ll hurt him too.”

It would take time. They needed a way to return to Earth and to find him again. But Yubel never doubted at all that they could do it. The power that wove them together would see to it that they were reunited.

I’ll see to it as well. The Light murmured, words underlain with a mocking laugh. Watch.

And Yubel could feel their small capsule turning, shifting from the empty patch of the universe soaked in the raw force of the Light back towards Earth itself.

The capsule wasn’t all that had been soaked in the Light. Yubel could feel the power suffusing in them as well. It wasn’t what was natural to them, but it hurt, and the pain felt so good that Yubel craved more of it. To be able to feel anything after so long made them want so much more.

One day soon, Yubel would be able to unleash all of their love onto Juudai once again. Anyone that he thought he cared about would be no more, and it would be the two of them, together as destiny demanded.

Far away, on Juudai’s left arm, the first of the thorn markings appeared.

To Be Continued

Notes: I love Yubel so very much.

#fanfic #higuchimon writes #ygo gx #yubel #yuuki juudai #juudai x yubel #yubel x juudai #soulshipping #chapters: embrace of fate #series: fate's heart

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riyuyami · 7 years

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animeangelriku answered your question “I’m so mad, I cannot find my sketchbook anywhere, I don’t remember...”

puzzleshipping + the rest of their friends just hanging out together and all of them being super happy :3

This is the kinda content that I love seeing haha

“I summon my Rocket Warrior, in attack mode!” Jounouchi grinned as he set his card down on the playing mat. He was in the middle on the final stretch of a small duel with Yugi as they waited for the others to show up for their big friend date. It was a lovely day in Domino Park and they were the first to arrive, and since they got their early, they figured a duel on one of the stone chess tables wouldn’t hurt.

Standing next to the table was Atemu, who had arrived with Yugi, looking at the cards set out. Yugi had better play a good card, considering that Jounouchi’s Rocket Warrior would take out 500 attack on Yugi’s powered up Black Magician Girl.

Just as Jounouchi made his attack to strike her down, the smaller boy happily revealed his Sphere Kuriboh card in his hand, preventing the attack and putting the warrior into defense mode. “Ah damnit!” The blond pouted, ending his turn, admitting defeat when Yugi attacked his Panther Warrior, depleting the rest of his lifepoints. “Atemu... tell your boyfriend to stop playing dirty.”

Atemu chuckled, wrapping his arms around Yugi’s waist. “Sorry, Jounouchi, if he has to play that card on me, then you and everyone else has to deal with it as well.”

Jounouchi pouted still, but perked up when he heard Anzu call out to them, the brunette happily running over. “Hey guys! Just got a text from Ryou, he and Honda will be here soon, they just have to park Honda’s motorbike.”

“Sweet.” Yugi grinned. “And Otogi?”

“He’s got our table reserved at his place!” Anzu nodded, looking at the table. “Can you guys do one day without dueling?”

There was a collected ‘No’ from the three boys and she sighed, rolling her eyes. “I should have known. I’m guessing Yugi creamed you, didn’t he?”

“Got me again, as usual! No wonder he’s the king of games now.” The blond boy laughed, giving Yugi a thumbs up.

“Aibou is the best to deserve the crown. Though I’m still better at some games than him.” Atemu chuckled softly.

“He’s better at video games than me!” Yugi exclaimed, crossing his arms. “Still can’t figure it out!”

“Cause I’m the master of games.” Atemu smirked, kissing the boy on the cheek before spotting Ryou and Honda. “Hello you two! Are you guys ready to head over to the downtown area?”

“Of course.” Honda nodded, same with Ryou. The group made there way to downtown Domino, about a ten minute walk from the park. It was busy, but that’s to be expected, it was Sunday, everyone was out having a fun time on this beautiful day.

The group chatted with one another as they walked, going to Otogi’s business, hoping to get some treats before they went shopping. Jounouchi, who had been rehired there recently, was happy for the day off. “I wonder if we can get discounts again.” He pondered out loud as they made their way to a large table with a small sign on it, saying it was reserved. They knew it was theres.

“Wouldn’t hurt to ask.” Ryou commented, taking his seat. He chuckled as he walked Yugi pull out a seat for the former pharaoh, who looked as red as his eyes at the cute gesture.

Once they were seated, it didn’t take long for Otogi to arrive to take their orders. He would hang with them today, but his dad wanted him to work, they were a bit understaffed. Oh well, he still got to see his friends today anyway.

As they waited for their treats, Yugi spotted a familiar head of black hair. “Hey, Mokuba!” He called out, waving at the young teen.

Mokuba turned, grinning, before making his way over. “Hi guys, what are you doing here?”

“Having a day out with everyone.” Anzu replied. “What about you?”

“Ah, big brother is speaking with one of the businesses here. We’re planning on setting up a contract with them, he should be out soon. He promised to treat me to a parfait here!”

“How nice.” Yugi smiled. “Want to join us while you wait for him?” Jounouchi wanted to protest, but... well... if it’s just Mokuba, then it’s fine.

Mokuba grinned, taking a seat at the table after they made room for him. He talked with them for a few minutes, before he noticed his brother. He waved the brunet over and it was obvious that Kaiba really didn’t want to approach but...

“Atemu.” He greeted the red eyed boy. “How’s adjusting to the present again?”

“Just fine, thank you, even though you ask me that every time you see me.” Atemu rolled his eyes, before noticing Kaiba’s hand resting at his side, by the obvious deck box on his belt. Atemu smirked. “Wanna duel? Loser has to pay for the winner’s snack.”

“You’re on.” Kaiba sat down right across from Atemu and Yugi chuckled, watching his other self duel against Kaiba, after Otogi returned with their treats and took Kaiba and Mokuba’s orders for an iced coffee and a chocolate parfait of course.

Atemu won, of course, and Kaiba paid for his treat (and Yugi’s as well, since they were sharing the large brownie sundae Atemu just had to try). After the duel, Yugi asked if the Kaiba brothers would join them around the shopping area, Kaiba didn’t really want to, but Mokuba asked if he could stick around for two or three stores.

Kaiba, like many older siblings, gave in, but he said he’d only stick around for three stores, and if Jounouchi didn’t act like a fool. (’No promises, rich boy’ came Jounouchi’s reply)

Several hours later, and after visiting many stores and areas around downtown Domino, the gang parted ways. The Kaiba brothers had left a while ago, though Atemu and Yugi both knew that Kaiba secretly enjoyed himself, especially when Jounouchi tripped into Honda and both fell into a fountain.

The two duelists walked back to the game shop quietly, one of their hands holding shopping bags, the other ones held the other’s empty hand. “That was fun, it’s nice to hang out with everyone like that.” Atemu commented, smiling.

“It was! I hope we can do it again, it’s nice to be around everyone and not have to worry about saving the day or anything like that.”

“Yes, plus I can actually spend the day with you and everyone else without being a ghost.”

Yugi grinned, squeezing his hand. “We’ll have to send up another date like this with the gang really soon then. And we can even have a date like this together as well.”

“Let’s do that one first, Aibou!”

“I knew you’d like that idea.”

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