Idle Wanderers
Anthy: A Yugioh version of Kino's Journey!
Anshi: If you never plan to see it...read this instead.
Anthy: It is pretty!
Anshi: Pretty depressing.
Anthy: Yeah...well the first chapter sucks.
Anshi: The second is better.
Anthy: But read this first!
!!!!!!!!!!!
Idle Wanderers
A Land of Visible Pain
Someone told me
That whenever they see birds flying
It made them want to go on a journey
And there was dark.
There was not a single ray of light. The darkness blotted out even the moon and the stars that formed the constellations in the sky. All that was left was the sound of the wind whistling though the trees and grass.
Then, a boy began to speak.
"It's just that sometimes..."
"Sometimes?" Another voice, younger than the first, answered.
There was a silence before the first voice spoke again, quietly this time. His words carried a tone of pleading and a sense of frustration. He spoke into the emptiness, as if trying to convince himself of what he was trying to say.
"There are times when I feel worse than useless, just a stupid worthless runt. I don't really know why, but there are times when I feel like that. But there's always someone else, like the world around me, and people live out their lives. They all seem so perfect, and better than mine. I think that's why I travel. I want to experience life for myself."
"Hmmmm..."
"I could have stopped whenever I wanted...but I want to keep going for now." The first voice said decisively.
"Hmmmm..."
"Well...I'm going to sleep now. Good night Yugi."
"Good night Yami."
Then there was silence.
A motorcycle slowly pulled up the outer gates of the country. The boy driving slowed the bike to a stop and hopped off. He walked into the small building, normally used as a security device for a country. He looked at his reflection in the glass as he entered the needed information into the strange welcoming machine before him.
His blonde bangs jutted out in lightning bolts on either side of his face, and there were stray "lightning bolts" visible in the black of his star-shaped hair. There was a reddish outline around said star. His red-violet eyes glanced at the cut on his cheek, slowly healing. He was thin; and wore a pair of jeans and a white tank-top that desperately needed to be washed (for it was graying).
The gates of the country opened and the boy returned to his companion on the motorcycle. His companion was shorter, had violet eyes and generally kept his hair neater, with no stray bits sticking up.
"Yami, there are no people in this country." He said, looking at the machines cleaning the streets and waiting on them.
The taller boy didn't respond. He pulled up to a hotel and got them a room. They were here for three days. That was their plan.
"Go to bed Yugi." The taller boy said, sitting down and taking apart his guns.
One was small, just a hand gun. The other was larger, longer barrel and...stronger. The world called it a "cannon".
"Good night Yami."
In the early traces of morning, Yami was practicing how fast he could pull the cannon. He did this every night. All two nights.
There were still no people when the two left. But on the road away from the country, Yugi caught sight of a farmhouse. Yami slowly pulled up and the two walked up to the door. There was a man in the front yard, gardening. He saw them and panicked, running behind the corner of the house.
"I feel loved." Yami muttered. Yugi jabbed him in the ribs.
"Can...can you read my thoughts?" The man asked.
"Um...no...why?"
"Oh...I'm sorry, please come in."
The house was old and worn, but still carried that feeling of home. The two of them sat at the table and the man brought them some tea. He told them the story of the country.
The scientists of that country had created a "mind-reading" potion. Every one thought that it was great, and that the world would be better. Everyone in the town drank it, elderly, children and everyone in the middle. But once they had drank it, they knew each other in ways they didn't want to. Everyone's hate, everyone's pain, everyone's sorrows were made public. The hate spread and everyone distanced themselves, not wanting to be near anyone.
"I fear that one day there will be no one left, just the machines inside the walls." He said before wishing them on their ways.
The two thanked him and headed on, leaving the land of visible pain.
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Anthy: Done!!!
Anshi: Chapter two is coming!
Anthy: A Yugioh version of Kino's Journey!
Anshi: If you never plan to see it...read this instead.
Anthy: It is pretty!
Anshi: Pretty depressing.
Anthy: Yeah...well the first chapter sucks.
Anshi: The second is better.
Anthy: But read this first!
!!!!!!!!!!!
Idle Wanderers
A Land of Visible Pain
Someone told me
That whenever they see birds flying
It made them want to go on a journey
And there was dark.
There was not a single ray of light. The darkness blotted out even the moon and the stars that formed the constellations in the sky. All that was left was the sound of the wind whistling though the trees and grass.
Then, a boy began to speak.
"It's just that sometimes..."
"Sometimes?" Another voice, younger than the first, answered.
There was a silence before the first voice spoke again, quietly this time. His words carried a tone of pleading and a sense of frustration. He spoke into the emptiness, as if trying to convince himself of what he was trying to say.
"There are times when I feel worse than useless, just a stupid worthless runt. I don't really know why, but there are times when I feel like that. But there's always someone else, like the world around me, and people live out their lives. They all seem so perfect, and better than mine. I think that's why I travel. I want to experience life for myself."
"Hmmmm..."
"I could have stopped whenever I wanted...but I want to keep going for now." The first voice said decisively.
"Hmmmm..."
"Well...I'm going to sleep now. Good night Yugi."
"Good night Yami."
Then there was silence.
A motorcycle slowly pulled up the outer gates of the country. The boy driving slowed the bike to a stop and hopped off. He walked into the small building, normally used as a security device for a country. He looked at his reflection in the glass as he entered the needed information into the strange welcoming machine before him.
His blonde bangs jutted out in lightning bolts on either side of his face, and there were stray "lightning bolts" visible in the black of his star-shaped hair. There was a reddish outline around said star. His red-violet eyes glanced at the cut on his cheek, slowly healing. He was thin; and wore a pair of jeans and a white tank-top that desperately needed to be washed (for it was graying).
The gates of the country opened and the boy returned to his companion on the motorcycle. His companion was shorter, had violet eyes and generally kept his hair neater, with no stray bits sticking up.
"Yami, there are no people in this country." He said, looking at the machines cleaning the streets and waiting on them.
The taller boy didn't respond. He pulled up to a hotel and got them a room. They were here for three days. That was their plan.
"Go to bed Yugi." The taller boy said, sitting down and taking apart his guns.
One was small, just a hand gun. The other was larger, longer barrel and...stronger. The world called it a "cannon".
"Good night Yami."
In the early traces of morning, Yami was practicing how fast he could pull the cannon. He did this every night. All two nights.
There were still no people when the two left. But on the road away from the country, Yugi caught sight of a farmhouse. Yami slowly pulled up and the two walked up to the door. There was a man in the front yard, gardening. He saw them and panicked, running behind the corner of the house.
"I feel loved." Yami muttered. Yugi jabbed him in the ribs.
"Can...can you read my thoughts?" The man asked.
"Um...no...why?"
"Oh...I'm sorry, please come in."
The house was old and worn, but still carried that feeling of home. The two of them sat at the table and the man brought them some tea. He told them the story of the country.
The scientists of that country had created a "mind-reading" potion. Every one thought that it was great, and that the world would be better. Everyone in the town drank it, elderly, children and everyone in the middle. But once they had drank it, they knew each other in ways they didn't want to. Everyone's hate, everyone's pain, everyone's sorrows were made public. The hate spread and everyone distanced themselves, not wanting to be near anyone.
"I fear that one day there will be no one left, just the machines inside the walls." He said before wishing them on their ways.
The two thanked him and headed on, leaving the land of visible pain.
01839745098426301349650714356
Anthy: Done!!!
Anshi: Chapter two is coming!