Rae : Again, this story is my own, not Norailbanesokru. Notice all the
songfics? She's been....busy. *sigh* Anyways, a Yu-Gi-Oh! Fic, for those who
haven't noticed. ^^
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A quiet, almost silent humming filled six pairs of ears. Blackness swirled
around the figures gently, caressing hair and oddly colored bangs, only to
let them drift back into their proper place.
The humming ceased to end. Its slow crescendo was haunting. A cold sweat formed on the tallest one's face.
"Where...?" A smaller looking boy looked up to the tallest quizzically. The figure did not answer. His eyes were glazed, and a mixture of feelings played across his face. Anger, fear, hate, worry...the young one tried to read his face, but failed miserably.
"Home" one of the other figures rasped. "Back." He sounded panic-stricken, and another figure, few inches taller and more menacing in appearance, nudged him harshly.
"Quiet, little worm. We shall see when the all knowing Yami find us the way out, eh Pharoh?" The last few words were spat, and the creepy figure hissed angrily.
Again, the humming raised in volume, and the whorls of blackness began growing thicker. Wind started up from an unknown force, sending waves of air tousling through hair of grey, white, silver, and other colors I have time not to name.
"Yes, Pharoah" another sneered. He had an even stronger black aura about him as he chuckled to himself. "Where shall we go?"
The figure had his hands on another boy's shoulders. The tanned boy growled somewhat frustraedly, and wrung his hands. The hands on his shoulders left abruptly.
"Yami, how do we get out?" The small figure tugged on the tallests sleeve.
"I...don't...know, Yugi." The character stammered, his eyes still glazed, his face as iron. The very thought of failing his hikari, his abiou, was saddening, but grief swept over the young boy's yami at having to do the task.
And suddenly, Yugi's hand that had been subtly slipped into Yami's own slid out. Yami felt himself drifting away from Yugi; not voluntarily, of course. Ryou and Malik still had their yami's close by; Marik was pacing behind Malik, Bakura sitting on the ground behind his hikari, staring into the void.
He felt the pull of knowing, of his past dragging him away from Yugi, from his friends, from his playful enemies, from his present. From his life.
What was happening to him?
He felt as a prisoner of his own past. The blackness took his hand, then his forearm. He tried to call out, but made a strangling call. Nothingness answered him.
He wanted to go back to his friend, to their yamis. He watched as more figures appeared, familiar to him. Joey Wheeler, Tea Gardner, Tristan Taylor, Duke Devlin, Serenity Wheeler...
He felt pain, searing agony as everything he new about the past flashed through his mind. Everything he knew about his friends. Yugi watched him go mournfully, but a smile played on his fragile, innocent features, as if he was happy to see Yami leaving.
Yami struggled against the blackness until he felt his body go limp, and he knew no more.
Until, of course, Yugi tackled him off the bed and sat on his back until he (reluctantly) stood up.
"What's wrong, Yami?" Yugi bounced. He had sugar this morning, Yami thought to himself as Yugi stopped bouncing and stared up at him with large, blue optics.
"I'm fine, Yugi."
"I don't belive you. You look sad." Yugi put on a pitiful pout known to us modern peoples as the pupy dog face. "Was it something I did?"
Yami didn't answer, to Yugi flung himself on him and said "I'm sorry!" as he hugged his Yami with all his might. Which was pretty strong, considering the vertically challenged teens build. Yami coughed for a moment, then, feeling the need to breathe, pryed Yugi off him.
"No, Yugi, it wasn't your fault." Yami sighed, rummaging through his clothes drawer. A glance outside to check the weather, and he felt his hands lose on an appropriate choice; a black tee, nothing more, with a few white bits of fabric for the collar.
Yugi shrugged. "Whatever you say, Yami. Now move it so I can get to MY t- shirt drawer." Yami obediently move his legs, letting Yugi maneuver between and pick out his own shirt. A white shirt that read "Virgo" in bold, sea green lettering was his first choice, so he hastily took off his pajama top and put on the shirt. Yami simply put on his own; he had gone to bed in a pair of slacks, what of it?
(Yami Fangirls:*drool*)
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Ryou poked his head into his yami's room. Bakura's calm, even breathing was turned ragged after every few moments from snores, and murmurings. Ryou rolled his eyes. How could his yami appear so calm when he was asleep, yet so violent when he was awake? As much as the albino longed to let sleeping dogs lie, he had to wake up his yami. It was, after all, the first day of Spring Vacation. Or, rather, Spring Break.
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Rae : ....So what do you think? Continue or not? And I loved the dream, personally. So vivid, so...*really girly dreamy sigh*
The humming ceased to end. Its slow crescendo was haunting. A cold sweat formed on the tallest one's face.
"Where...?" A smaller looking boy looked up to the tallest quizzically. The figure did not answer. His eyes were glazed, and a mixture of feelings played across his face. Anger, fear, hate, worry...the young one tried to read his face, but failed miserably.
"Home" one of the other figures rasped. "Back." He sounded panic-stricken, and another figure, few inches taller and more menacing in appearance, nudged him harshly.
"Quiet, little worm. We shall see when the all knowing Yami find us the way out, eh Pharoh?" The last few words were spat, and the creepy figure hissed angrily.
Again, the humming raised in volume, and the whorls of blackness began growing thicker. Wind started up from an unknown force, sending waves of air tousling through hair of grey, white, silver, and other colors I have time not to name.
"Yes, Pharoah" another sneered. He had an even stronger black aura about him as he chuckled to himself. "Where shall we go?"
The figure had his hands on another boy's shoulders. The tanned boy growled somewhat frustraedly, and wrung his hands. The hands on his shoulders left abruptly.
"Yami, how do we get out?" The small figure tugged on the tallests sleeve.
"I...don't...know, Yugi." The character stammered, his eyes still glazed, his face as iron. The very thought of failing his hikari, his abiou, was saddening, but grief swept over the young boy's yami at having to do the task.
And suddenly, Yugi's hand that had been subtly slipped into Yami's own slid out. Yami felt himself drifting away from Yugi; not voluntarily, of course. Ryou and Malik still had their yami's close by; Marik was pacing behind Malik, Bakura sitting on the ground behind his hikari, staring into the void.
He felt the pull of knowing, of his past dragging him away from Yugi, from his friends, from his playful enemies, from his present. From his life.
What was happening to him?
He felt as a prisoner of his own past. The blackness took his hand, then his forearm. He tried to call out, but made a strangling call. Nothingness answered him.
He wanted to go back to his friend, to their yamis. He watched as more figures appeared, familiar to him. Joey Wheeler, Tea Gardner, Tristan Taylor, Duke Devlin, Serenity Wheeler...
He felt pain, searing agony as everything he new about the past flashed through his mind. Everything he knew about his friends. Yugi watched him go mournfully, but a smile played on his fragile, innocent features, as if he was happy to see Yami leaving.
Yami struggled against the blackness until he felt his body go limp, and he knew no more.
Until, of course, Yugi tackled him off the bed and sat on his back until he (reluctantly) stood up.
"What's wrong, Yami?" Yugi bounced. He had sugar this morning, Yami thought to himself as Yugi stopped bouncing and stared up at him with large, blue optics.
"I'm fine, Yugi."
"I don't belive you. You look sad." Yugi put on a pitiful pout known to us modern peoples as the pupy dog face. "Was it something I did?"
Yami didn't answer, to Yugi flung himself on him and said "I'm sorry!" as he hugged his Yami with all his might. Which was pretty strong, considering the vertically challenged teens build. Yami coughed for a moment, then, feeling the need to breathe, pryed Yugi off him.
"No, Yugi, it wasn't your fault." Yami sighed, rummaging through his clothes drawer. A glance outside to check the weather, and he felt his hands lose on an appropriate choice; a black tee, nothing more, with a few white bits of fabric for the collar.
Yugi shrugged. "Whatever you say, Yami. Now move it so I can get to MY t- shirt drawer." Yami obediently move his legs, letting Yugi maneuver between and pick out his own shirt. A white shirt that read "Virgo" in bold, sea green lettering was his first choice, so he hastily took off his pajama top and put on the shirt. Yami simply put on his own; he had gone to bed in a pair of slacks, what of it?
(Yami Fangirls:*drool*)
~
Ryou poked his head into his yami's room. Bakura's calm, even breathing was turned ragged after every few moments from snores, and murmurings. Ryou rolled his eyes. How could his yami appear so calm when he was asleep, yet so violent when he was awake? As much as the albino longed to let sleeping dogs lie, he had to wake up his yami. It was, after all, the first day of Spring Vacation. Or, rather, Spring Break.
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Rae : ....So what do you think? Continue or not? And I loved the dream, personally. So vivid, so...*really girly dreamy sigh*