Tempest

By: Neko-chan

A/N:  Crappy day.  Yes, I realize that I have updates.  Yes, I realize that I'm backlogged on stories.  Yes, I realize that I'm not in the best of moods right now, so if I were anyone else, I'd just… back off.  *bares teeth*  Written for Baz (because he gives Neko-chan sexy Gackt vids~ 333), PM, RM, Uke-chan, 'Lia, KesKes, 'Zoo, and Neph.  Because I can.

WARNING:  Yami no Malik.  ~~Yes, my Sexy~Beast!Yami no Malik comes with a warning.  D  He's like McDonald's coffee in that respect.  *smirks*

DISCLAIMER:  If I owned Yuugiou, do you think that I would have allowed Yami no Malik to be killed off?  (Note: Remember that Neko-chan is the Yami no Malik Fangirl.~~)  No?  Well, I guess that I don't own Yuugiou, now do I?

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The rain pounded down.

I stretch my hands up to the sky, welcoming it, rejoicing in it.  Sheets upon sheets of water drummed down upon me.  I titled my head back and opened my mouth, drinking down the never-ending tears that fell from the heavens.  Omote once told me that it wasn't healthy to drink rainwater.  He said that it was full of pollutants and debris—acid rain.  He said that drinking rainwater could kill me.

And yet… how could he forget that nothing can kill me?  You can't kill something that's already dead; you can't kill something that was never alive.  You can't kill something that isn't real.

Thus, I continue to tilt my head back, rejoicing in the savagery of the storm.  It sometimes rains in Egypt, but never for this long, never this chaotically.  In certain ways and respects, I miss Egypt.  But when I'm outside in a rainstorm like this one, spreading my arms up to the sky in silent benediction, I don't miss it.  No, not at all.

The lightning flashed, jagged fire against a obsidian black sky.

My clothes are soaked and I can't feel anything.  I discarded my shoes long ago—my feet are muddy from the dirt and cut from the rocks that I step upon while making my way up the hill.  Omote once told me that it was always safer trying to find a sheltered spot in a storm.  He said that people should always get under cover, especially when the storm takes a turn for the worse.  He's told me stories about people being struck by lightning in hopes of getting me to realize just how dangerous it is standing outside in a lightning storm.

But this is the only time that I begin to feel complete.

The storm is harsh and savage—there is nothing kind about a lightning storm.  Liquid fire paints the sky in flashes against a velvet-black background.  The storm is vicious—and so am I.

I climb higher up the hill, leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind me.  I glance over my shoulder briefly—the rain is already washing away the prints; there is nothing to show that I have walked here.  I am a figment of the past and of the present; I will never belong to the future.  (Is my very existence being washed away?  Do I even care?  Is it possible to ever be rid of Darkness?)

Thunder rumbles and the world quivers in fear at its might.

I stretch my arms up to the sky and crow my elation to the storm.  Lightning flashes once more… and all I see is white.

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There are some things in nature that, even though millions upon millions of years have passed, still retain their elemental aspect.  Element recognizes element—and often welcomes it back into its fold, arms widespread.  Brother meets brother; sister meets sister—family is reunited once more.

Omote never really understood why I loved lightning storms so very much.

Couldn't he see that it was just another aspect of his yami?

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The lightning storm is a very volatile and vicious rainstorm.  It is indomitable.  It will never be conquered, harnessed to another being's might.  Even man, in all of his glory, still fears the power of the storm.  And that's as it should be.

After all, when the lightning storm comes, it also brings a cloud of Darkness to blanket the sky.

~Owari~

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