Woo! It's been a while, but Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, readers of all ages (including the the ones that ignore NC-17 labels and get perfectly decent fics kicked off-site for no good reason...but I'm digressing...)
Here is a new fic from me, Chiwizard! This is the reason I have barely been posting anything for the last couple of months!
Now, this fic was totally inspired by the fic 'An Angel in my Closet', written by the totally awesome writer Hot Ice. You should go read that one too, even though its not _quite_ fully reposted since HI got disabled a while back. Anyone who notices the similarity between the first chapters in this fic and Hot Ice's, its just for the first chappy, believe me. I said I was inspired by AAimC, not that I'm copying it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. But I claim total power and ownership of all the stuff i created for this fic.
Read, Review, and Enjoy now, Minna-san!
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Frantically, he flew through the night sky, giant gossamer wings cutting powerful strokes through the hazy cloudbanks.
'Got to get away,' he thought as he strained the beautiful appendages to their maximum.
He was a lot lower than he would have preferred - just a thin layer of vapor concealed him from the human city below. But they would expect him to fly high, and so he flew low.
The breeze was against him tonight, and it kept blowing his golden bangs into his eyes. The rest of his wild black-and-red hair was behaving itself for once; but for his wings he would be easily mistakable for a human. He shook the bang out of face and kept flapping hard.
The demon swarm that was after him wouldn't rest until their mission was completed or they were all dead. And they were resourceful to boot; a braying noise from his left revealed the location of a tracker who'd just spotted him.
Instantly he climbed, going straight up while the rust-red demon called to the others. He had barely broken to clear air before he was surrounded by more of them. As one they flew at him, and the one that succeeded in grabbing him used it's scaly claws to pin his arms and wings. The sound of bat-like wings heralded the approach of their commander, a she-demon he knew far too well.
"What do we have here?" Cackled the she-demon, "A Ban-Ile? But not just any Ban-Ile, it's the one Master has been looking for! Little Yami," she practically purred.
"A generous bonus has been offered to the swarm that brings you in - do you think our master would give us extra if we inflicted bodily harm?"
The other demons laughed. Yami could contain himself no longer. His strange crimson eyes glowed as he struggled to free himself from the demon that held him.
"Damn you - you _traitor_!"
On his last word Yami succeeded in freeing one wing. He swung it back and forth as hard as he could, getting many of the demons across their faces. They all flapped hard to get some distance - delicate as those wings might be, even a single feather of a Ban-Ile was harder than a diamond and cut like glass. Yami soon had his other wing free, and the demon holding him wisely flew off.
Things were still for a few seconds before the demon swarm went for him with their weapons drawn. Yami didn't have a chance - the only reason he survived was that in their anger the demons began fighting amongst themselves, and in their haste the ones that had been holding him let go.
Yuugi Motou wasn't really what you'd call an _ordinary_ child - sure he had some friends, lived with his family, but when all the other children were playing touch-football and running around he could always be seen gazing at something. Usually, the object of his scrutiny was the sky, or perhaps a bird that had caught his attention. He had ample amounts of logical reasoning behind not playing sports - his smaller-than-average stature for one thing.
But those were never _his_ reasons. Whatever reason he really did have, looking up into the night sky that night might have been a random chance. But where Fate is involved there is no such thing as mere Chance. And so as Fate would have it, Yuugi Motou was looking at the night sky when a small silvery _something_ dropped from the bottom of a cloudbank.
He blinked, and squinted - it seemed like some sort of weird bird to him.
Fate also employed Curiosity in it's plans; that's why Yuugi ran outside to investigate. The strange silver creature had crash-landed in the nearby park. Yuugi ran as fast as his admittedly stunted little legs could take him, only to stop dead at the sight he found.
It was a person - but people didn't have _wings_.
Yuugi could remember the stories his mother had told him years ago, before she died, about the people that had great wings and lived amongst the clouds, and were called Angels by the humans that saw them. But if this was an Angel, it was one that had really been through the meat grinder.
The human body part was bruised and broken, the gray flowing robes it was wearing were ripped and bloody evidence of it. It's wings, however...that made him pause. One was open, and though it looked a bit squashed it seemed to be okay. But the other one was a total mess, crumpled and actually twisted around, and was stuck underneath the Angel's own body. It was leaking some liquid that might have been blood but was clear as glass.
Yuugi came to himself - he couldn't just _leave_ it here!
He tried pulling the nearly destroyed wing out from under the body - and just as quickly sat back sucking on a sliced up finger. Those feathers were sharp! Making certain to not slice himself on them more, he freed the wing completely. It was another of Fate's tricks, commonly known as Coincidence, that kept any creature from seeing him carrying the slightly larger one home on his back.
Grandpa wasn't back yet when Yuugi got home; thankful of avoiding a confusing explanation Yuugi hauled the person - he wasn't sure what exactly to call it, really - up the stairs to his rather large room.
He laid him out on the mat gently, then tried to figure out what to do now. The first aid kit came to mind, and he scampered down the stairs to get it. When he opened it, he remembered his finger was still bleeding a little and got himself a Band-Aid for it.
But just after he put it on the person occupying his bed finally regained consciousness. He - for it was most definitely a 'he' - moaned, then his eyes shot open and he tried to get up. Discovering the hard way how that wasn't an option right now he settled for a half-crouch instead and looked around with all the intent of a wounded animal. His eyes went a little wider as he caught sight of Yuugi.
"Where am I? Who are you?" He demanded.
Yuugi was confused, he couldn't really do much but stand there and blink. Then, hesitantly, Yuugi responded in the only way he could - a series of gestures his nimble hands easily performed. Just as he thought, the stranger didn't understand it at all.
Sighing in frustration, Yuugi grabbed his pencil and a pad of paper. Hoping that this strange person could read, he quickly jotted down something before sliding it and the pencil across the hardwood floor. It stopped a short ways out of arms reach, but the intact wing extended and drew it closer, feather tips lightly scratching the floor.
Yami felt his confusion compounding as he read the words.
It simply said, 'You're in my room. I'm the person that found you. Who are you?'
Letting his eyes linger over the words Yami could sense the unusually intense stare of the human boy on him. Briefly examining the pencil, Yami wrote in his fluid handwriting before pushing the things back.
'I don't give out my name to people I don't know that I can trust. Why couldn't you just ask?'
Yami could have sworn a bitter look was in the other's stare as he scribbled down another message and shoved it over.
'I do - my name is Yuugi.'
Underneath it was a hastily scribbled, 'Figure the rest out yourself.'
While Yami tried to make some sort of sense of this a voice called up to them from below.
"Yuugi, I'm back!"
'Yuugi' eagerly went down the stairs. Yami tried to get up but still couldn't; instead he settled for dragging himself to look down the stairwell. What he saw astonished him. There with Yuugi was a little old human man.
"So how was business while I was out?"
A brief hesitation, then the younger human made a series of hand movements.
"Not much, eh?" The old human chuckled a bit. "Guess my grandson's getting bored with minding the store while your Grampa's away!"
Yuugi laughed a bit too, though it was either silent or too quiet for him to hear, then made a few more series of hand-movements.
"I see," said the old man gravely after looking at them.
Yami blinked as the obvious hit him and he dragged himself back to the mat he'd woken up on. Eventually, the one-sided-sounding conversation ended and Yuugi came back. Yami wasted no time.
"You're a mute," he said.
Yuugi didn't meet his gaze, instead going to rummage in a dresser. Yami sighed, scribbled a note, tore that section of paper off, wadded it up and threw it at Yuugi's head. Yuugi blinked as the note hit him in the head, and unfolded it out of curiosity.
His eyes went wide as he read the single line. He looked at the winged being, but to his surprise he had actually fallen asleep from exhaustion by this point. Yuugi looked at that line again. It said, 'My name is Yami.'
Here is a new fic from me, Chiwizard! This is the reason I have barely been posting anything for the last couple of months!
Now, this fic was totally inspired by the fic 'An Angel in my Closet', written by the totally awesome writer Hot Ice. You should go read that one too, even though its not _quite_ fully reposted since HI got disabled a while back. Anyone who notices the similarity between the first chapters in this fic and Hot Ice's, its just for the first chappy, believe me. I said I was inspired by AAimC, not that I'm copying it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. But I claim total power and ownership of all the stuff i created for this fic.
Read, Review, and Enjoy now, Minna-san!
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Frantically, he flew through the night sky, giant gossamer wings cutting powerful strokes through the hazy cloudbanks.
'Got to get away,' he thought as he strained the beautiful appendages to their maximum.
He was a lot lower than he would have preferred - just a thin layer of vapor concealed him from the human city below. But they would expect him to fly high, and so he flew low.
The breeze was against him tonight, and it kept blowing his golden bangs into his eyes. The rest of his wild black-and-red hair was behaving itself for once; but for his wings he would be easily mistakable for a human. He shook the bang out of face and kept flapping hard.
The demon swarm that was after him wouldn't rest until their mission was completed or they were all dead. And they were resourceful to boot; a braying noise from his left revealed the location of a tracker who'd just spotted him.
Instantly he climbed, going straight up while the rust-red demon called to the others. He had barely broken to clear air before he was surrounded by more of them. As one they flew at him, and the one that succeeded in grabbing him used it's scaly claws to pin his arms and wings. The sound of bat-like wings heralded the approach of their commander, a she-demon he knew far too well.
"What do we have here?" Cackled the she-demon, "A Ban-Ile? But not just any Ban-Ile, it's the one Master has been looking for! Little Yami," she practically purred.
"A generous bonus has been offered to the swarm that brings you in - do you think our master would give us extra if we inflicted bodily harm?"
The other demons laughed. Yami could contain himself no longer. His strange crimson eyes glowed as he struggled to free himself from the demon that held him.
"Damn you - you _traitor_!"
On his last word Yami succeeded in freeing one wing. He swung it back and forth as hard as he could, getting many of the demons across their faces. They all flapped hard to get some distance - delicate as those wings might be, even a single feather of a Ban-Ile was harder than a diamond and cut like glass. Yami soon had his other wing free, and the demon holding him wisely flew off.
Things were still for a few seconds before the demon swarm went for him with their weapons drawn. Yami didn't have a chance - the only reason he survived was that in their anger the demons began fighting amongst themselves, and in their haste the ones that had been holding him let go.
Yuugi Motou wasn't really what you'd call an _ordinary_ child - sure he had some friends, lived with his family, but when all the other children were playing touch-football and running around he could always be seen gazing at something. Usually, the object of his scrutiny was the sky, or perhaps a bird that had caught his attention. He had ample amounts of logical reasoning behind not playing sports - his smaller-than-average stature for one thing.
But those were never _his_ reasons. Whatever reason he really did have, looking up into the night sky that night might have been a random chance. But where Fate is involved there is no such thing as mere Chance. And so as Fate would have it, Yuugi Motou was looking at the night sky when a small silvery _something_ dropped from the bottom of a cloudbank.
He blinked, and squinted - it seemed like some sort of weird bird to him.
Fate also employed Curiosity in it's plans; that's why Yuugi ran outside to investigate. The strange silver creature had crash-landed in the nearby park. Yuugi ran as fast as his admittedly stunted little legs could take him, only to stop dead at the sight he found.
It was a person - but people didn't have _wings_.
Yuugi could remember the stories his mother had told him years ago, before she died, about the people that had great wings and lived amongst the clouds, and were called Angels by the humans that saw them. But if this was an Angel, it was one that had really been through the meat grinder.
The human body part was bruised and broken, the gray flowing robes it was wearing were ripped and bloody evidence of it. It's wings, however...that made him pause. One was open, and though it looked a bit squashed it seemed to be okay. But the other one was a total mess, crumpled and actually twisted around, and was stuck underneath the Angel's own body. It was leaking some liquid that might have been blood but was clear as glass.
Yuugi came to himself - he couldn't just _leave_ it here!
He tried pulling the nearly destroyed wing out from under the body - and just as quickly sat back sucking on a sliced up finger. Those feathers were sharp! Making certain to not slice himself on them more, he freed the wing completely. It was another of Fate's tricks, commonly known as Coincidence, that kept any creature from seeing him carrying the slightly larger one home on his back.
Grandpa wasn't back yet when Yuugi got home; thankful of avoiding a confusing explanation Yuugi hauled the person - he wasn't sure what exactly to call it, really - up the stairs to his rather large room.
He laid him out on the mat gently, then tried to figure out what to do now. The first aid kit came to mind, and he scampered down the stairs to get it. When he opened it, he remembered his finger was still bleeding a little and got himself a Band-Aid for it.
But just after he put it on the person occupying his bed finally regained consciousness. He - for it was most definitely a 'he' - moaned, then his eyes shot open and he tried to get up. Discovering the hard way how that wasn't an option right now he settled for a half-crouch instead and looked around with all the intent of a wounded animal. His eyes went a little wider as he caught sight of Yuugi.
"Where am I? Who are you?" He demanded.
Yuugi was confused, he couldn't really do much but stand there and blink. Then, hesitantly, Yuugi responded in the only way he could - a series of gestures his nimble hands easily performed. Just as he thought, the stranger didn't understand it at all.
Sighing in frustration, Yuugi grabbed his pencil and a pad of paper. Hoping that this strange person could read, he quickly jotted down something before sliding it and the pencil across the hardwood floor. It stopped a short ways out of arms reach, but the intact wing extended and drew it closer, feather tips lightly scratching the floor.
Yami felt his confusion compounding as he read the words.
It simply said, 'You're in my room. I'm the person that found you. Who are you?'
Letting his eyes linger over the words Yami could sense the unusually intense stare of the human boy on him. Briefly examining the pencil, Yami wrote in his fluid handwriting before pushing the things back.
'I don't give out my name to people I don't know that I can trust. Why couldn't you just ask?'
Yami could have sworn a bitter look was in the other's stare as he scribbled down another message and shoved it over.
'I do - my name is Yuugi.'
Underneath it was a hastily scribbled, 'Figure the rest out yourself.'
While Yami tried to make some sort of sense of this a voice called up to them from below.
"Yuugi, I'm back!"
'Yuugi' eagerly went down the stairs. Yami tried to get up but still couldn't; instead he settled for dragging himself to look down the stairwell. What he saw astonished him. There with Yuugi was a little old human man.
"So how was business while I was out?"
A brief hesitation, then the younger human made a series of hand movements.
"Not much, eh?" The old human chuckled a bit. "Guess my grandson's getting bored with minding the store while your Grampa's away!"
Yuugi laughed a bit too, though it was either silent or too quiet for him to hear, then made a few more series of hand-movements.
"I see," said the old man gravely after looking at them.
Yami blinked as the obvious hit him and he dragged himself back to the mat he'd woken up on. Eventually, the one-sided-sounding conversation ended and Yuugi came back. Yami wasted no time.
"You're a mute," he said.
Yuugi didn't meet his gaze, instead going to rummage in a dresser. Yami sighed, scribbled a note, tore that section of paper off, wadded it up and threw it at Yuugi's head. Yuugi blinked as the note hit him in the head, and unfolded it out of curiosity.
His eyes went wide as he read the single line. He looked at the winged being, but to his surprise he had actually fallen asleep from exhaustion by this point. Yuugi looked at that line again. It said, 'My name is Yami.'