WARNING(S):Shōnen-Ai, Typos, Out of Character Characters, Etc.
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You Who I Call Brother
"Prologue"
I am so confused. Why did I come here in the first place? I am certainly not looking for something that I am familiar with, for as far as I've known, everything I own is in place—safe in my room, my sanctuary. So I ask myself again, why am I here?
To tell you the truth, there's something in my mind that just keep telling me to go here, to go look for something, but like I've said—I don't have anything missing.
…Or do I?
I shake my head, as if by doing that would either give me the answer or get rid of all the questions and doubt my mind is so full of. Even though I've trusted my conscience for as long as I can remember, I'm still in doubt with this one. It's…as if it's different from the many other feelings I've gained. I don't know for sure, but I am certain of it.
So here I am, enveloped in the darkness of the basement, looking for something—anything—that I don't even know for sure what it is exactly. A quiet sigh escapes my lips. My conscience is so insistent on dragging me here, so curiosity got the best of me and I was forced to come here. And as they said, curiosity killed the cat…
…And satisfaction brought it back.
When I am about to take yet another step, I see something that really catches my attention, and it peaks my curiosity a notch. It is a book draped in purple leather, lined with gold and its pages seemed to be yellowed with age, the edges of the pages torn. Minuscule specks of dusts litter the book also, telling that the book is very old. It doesn't look like it's from Egypt, so why is it here?
I slowly approach the book and get a better look at it. There seems to be nothing written on the cover, so I flip the book open. On the first page is writing, looped and elegant in a language I am a bit familiar with. English. Maybe I should ask Bakura-kun to translate it if I'm going to read this anytime soon…
I am about to read it, but a voice from above snaps me out of my train of thought.
"Hey, Yūgi! You in there?" The familiar voice of my blonde friend says—loud, simple, and straight to the point as usual.
That's when I remember. I forgot we were supposed to get to Duellist Kingdom! And so, frantically, I scramble up and quickly take my leave…until I remember. The Book…should I bring it? I guess it couldn't hurt to take a peak…right?
Crouching down to pick it up, I scan the book. I could've sworn I saw this book somewhere…but where?
Questions endlessly invade my mind. My mind will forever be restless because of you. You, you, you. My mind just can't get enough of you, can it? Never mind that, it is not of importance to you. I don't blame you, anyway.
I am the cause of your life-long suffering. I am the burden you have to carry. I am not worthy of you, I never was. I am the most selfish person you could ever meet, I never even considered about how you feel until now. You're supposed to loathe me, despise me with the burning hatred you never knew you had…
But you don't. Instead you continue to lavish me with affection, continue to protect me no matter what, and continue to act as if I am the only object you would ever care about. You oblige to all of my requests without any second thought, without even considering how you feel about it. You act to my every whim, almost like a lifeless puppet even. But you make it worse, not for you, but me. You keep smiling through all of your suffering, no matter how pained you are. You keep smiling to me, the one you should loathe your whole life.
I keep on questioning, endlessly, why, why, why? Why do you continue to smile even though you know that it hurts; that what I make you do - all of it - hurts so badly? Why do you act so selfless, just for me, a monster? Why do you sacrifice yourself without any hesitation, for me? I was not worthy of your affection. I was not, am not, and never will be, and I have fully recognized and accepted that fact.
I keep on questioning, and even when I know I will never get an answer to each and every one of my questions, I still plea, beg on my knees, for you to just…
One way to describe me, I was a mess. My body trembles continuously, even while I beg for it to just stay calm for a second. My hair is a tangled mess and rain matts it, locks of amethyst, pitch black and golden clinging to pale skin. Once dressed in various fine clothes, now only covered by one and a rag formed into a cloak. If anybody who knows what I once was sees me, they will laugh and mock me.
In my small, trembling hands, is a clear-glass bottle, inside of it a piece of parchment. They say that if you write a wish in a paper, insert it in a bottle, and throw it out into the sea, your wish would come true. I once think of it as fiction, for that was just preposterous. But now, when all I can do is just beg, I throw all of my beliefs away and decide to do just that. For days, I keep on going to the beach with a bottle in my hand, throwing it out and letting it drift into the deep blue sea. Days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months. And yet I continue to do what that old folklore told like a fool. I don't do it because I'm a fool. I am desperate for the wish to come true. My pride has been thrown aside and I would do anything to have that wish granted.
On the paper, I keep on writing the same message over and over again;I want my brother back. I want my brother back. I want my brother back. But no...no answer.
"Alex…" I say, but it is merely a whisper, only to be swept away by the wind." Please…If you can hear me…I just want to say I'm sorry. For all the things I've done to you" I feel something wet drip down on my face, flowing down my cheeks and dropping down my chin. It must be the rain, why else is my face wet? I don't manage to hold back a sniffle. I must be having a cold, I convince myself.
I crouch down, as if I am begging. Before, I wouldn't even consider being in this position. But like I said, I am desperate, and my pride—every ounce of it—has been thrown aside." Look, I-I'm sorry…I'm sorry, I really am! I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" And even though I know I can never pay for my sins to you, allow me to just apologize to you as many times as I can until my voice is hoarse, because that is all I can do and that will have to suffice. Even if it doesn't reduce the guilt in my heart. Even if I can never atone for my sins. Even if it won't bring you back…
Silence. I hate silence. It isn't a yes, it isn't a no. Silence is silence. I can't take it! Just…please…I…"Answer me…Just please…Just this once, I beg of you…" My voice trembles as I shake more and more violently. I just want one wish, is that so much to ask? Can't I just be selfish, just this one time? Just to see you again?
"I want to see you…"
Where are you when I need you the most?
"I'm sorry…I'm sorry…Alex…Please…forgive me…" I keep on mumbling, repeating, and my voice shakes more and more as each word escapes my lips. Where were you when I needed you the most? Why do you have to leave me here alone? It's not fair! It's not fair!
"Onii-chan…"
I want this to be a dream
"Onii-chan…"
Come back to me
"Please…I…Onii-chan!"
Just once more.
"Onii-chan…Answer me!"
To touch your face, to gaze into your eyes, to hear your comforting voice, to run into your arms because I need you now more than ever…
"Answer me…Answer me…ANSWER ME!" I shout out. I can't help myself; I break down in tears here and now. All the pain in my heart is released in this one moment. When there is only silence that answers me, I sob even more. It is a bitter reminder that you are not there. That you are not here, with me. Come back…
Once the glorious ruler of Lucifenia, now a crippled, crumbling, sobbing mess.
Answer me.
You who keep on smiling through all of your suffering.
You who I will never acknowledge to be my brother, even when that is what you are to me, because I know you are too good for me.
Answer me.
You who I call brother.
Hello!
First of all, welcome! I really appreciate all of you who clicked on the little blue link that led you to this story. I'm an amateur writer and English isn't my first language, so as you can see, I'm not all that experienced, but I tried my best. Thanks for my friend, Melly, for Beta-ing this! If you see any errors, blame me, not her. She probably just missed it.
Anyway, I think explanations are in place. Maybe some of you has seen this story in an account by the name "Uke Tenshi". Well, this is my backup account, and I have decided to fill this account with at least one story and tweak it a bit. And as you can see, it changed quite a bit. As for new readers, Welcome!
This is based on the 'Pride' Saga songs of the Seven Sins Series by Akuno-P. I decided to throw this fic up because I have been tired of cliché retellings of the songs. What I'm aiming for in this fic is a bit of originality than the rest, and I have planned to have the events in this fic a bit connected to some of the Cannon events, but with a bit of a twist. Do note that I will use different names when it comes to the characters in the past (Example: Yūgi will be referred as Allen, Yami will be referred as Alex, etc.), and I will be using the last names of the characters from Akuno-P's novel of the Pride Saga (Example: Allen Lucifen d'Austriche, Leon Avadonia, Aaron Marlon, etc.).
As for the relationships of each character, that would influence what the current canon characters will think about each other. The Pairings that I have mentioned are only chosen for the continuation of the story, not by my favorite pairings. And do note that this story mainly focuses on Yami and Yūgi's brotherly bond, not romance. If you look at it quite hard, you can take Leon's (Bakura's) affection for Alex (Yami) for love, but I have decided for you to decide freely by only hinting vaguely.
If you have any questions regarding this fic, please state your question in a review or simply PM me.
And last, but not least, please review! Constructive Criticism is needed for an amateur writer to improve!
See you next chapter!
-Submissive Angel
* Onii-chan: Older/Elder Brother