Completely out of nowhere, my little muses came up with the idea to make a collection of short one-shots based on music for some of my favorite fandoms. I'm sure this idea isn't terribly original, but I went with it anyways and decided to start with Yu-Gi-Oh. These stories are all fairly disconnected, taking place with different characters and at varying times before, during, and after the series.
That being said, this first story centers on Alister's childhood, based off the song Airplanes by B.o.B. Hope you find this somewhat interesting and leave a few reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and, unfortunately, most likely never will. Nor do I own any songs I used as inspiration for these stories.
Chapter 1: Wishes
Storm gray eyes watched the skies warily all through the dead of night, seeing not the stars twinkling like jewels in the pitch blackness, but the dangers that patrolled the air. One of many dangers that came all too often now, ever since the war started. Ever since the fighting had taken away their parents. Ever since he'd been forced to grow up quickly, and take care of the only family he had left.
"Alister?" A younger child's voice came from a corner of the long-abandoned home the two brothers sheltered in for the time being, never wondering what had emptied the place, reduced it to its desolate state. Never really wanting to know either. "Why're you still up?"
The older boy at the window turned his attention to the younger, no longer focused so intently out the broken, glassless window. "Just making sure we'll be safe. You can go back to sleep, Mikey; I'm fine."
But the smaller orphan had already risen to join Alister, watching the heavens, entranced, captivated. "Are those shooting stars?" he asked suddenly with that childish innocence, pointing upwards.
Alister obligingly followed Mikey's line of sight, finding the luminescent lights travelling back and forth in practiced lines across the black canvas. No, not stars, but airplanes, friendly or enemies he wasn't sure. But it wasn't something that mattered much either as the war belonged to both sides, all the soldiers wreaking havoc on the boys' once peaceful community. Rather, the only problem at the very moment spoke in Alister's reluctance to answer. He didn't want to have to tell Mikey about that, worry him more than already. Losing their parents had been more than enough to last a lifetime, and there was no need to add on to that further, especially at this late time in the evening. So instead, he said, "Yeah, they are. You know, they say that if you make a wish on one of them, it's sure to come true."
"Really?"
Alister nodded on encouragingly as Mikey closed his eyes, clutching Dyna Dude all the while as his lips moved to form silent words. A silent wish. Moments later, his eyes reopened, and the two remained at the window until Mikey's head began to nod, eyelids drooping as if under great weights, at which point Alister ushered him back to the makeshift bed in the corner before returning again to the window.
From there, he kept on watching as the planes passed overhead, marveling at how like shooting starts they truly did , no matter how he might try, they would only ever be airplanes in the night sky, unable to grant him or his brother any wishes they prayed for. No matter how much they needed it now.