(A/N): Second request from the ABC Prompt series on LiveJournal. Again, here is the prompt.
1. Pick a letter.
2. Pick a prompt that starts with that letter (ex. K is for Keyhole)
3. Pick a fandom / comic / webcomic and a character/pairing.
Leave them in a comment and I'll write a drabble of it. No repeats in letters.
See my profile for a list of fandoms I will write.
B- Bondage // Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's // Placido x Yuusei
This was a hard one to write, seeing as Placido doesn't have much of a personality established and hasn't done much yet. Enjoy!
B is for Bondage
When Yuusei woke up, he wondered briefly if he was still unconconscious.
All he could see was blackness. His limbs were paralyzed, although a quick experimental tug noted that they were not immobilized due to lack of repsonse from the body, but rather restraints: a shackle bound him at both wrists and ankles.
There was a metallic taste in his mouth. It wasn't blood, per se, the sensation was too cold for it, but whatever it was, it held his toungue down, rendering what muffled cry he could bring himself to manage incoherent.
"It would be prudent for you to quiet down," a voice cut through the dark, crisp and cold, quite precise. Moments later something sharp rested on his neck, close to nicking flesh. A glint told him it was some sort of long blade-a sword. Whoever held it was still enveloped in darkness, but the hand holding hit had slim, pale fingers. "I am sure you'd rather not risk losing the ability to speak permanently."
Yuusei only growled, a silent demand of who this was and what was he doing to him resting on his muffled lips.
In response, the sword left his neck, now being drug lazily down his chest, still not cutting into flesh, but cold as the voice itself. Wait...he was able to feel it? Then that meant at least his shirt had been removed...what was happening?
"You wish to know who I am, what's happening, and where you are, yes? Such are the standard questions asked when one finds themselves waking in the dark."
Again, the sword passed along his chest, this time to nick skin, but not draw blood. Minor pain, not worth a response.
"You are here. I am your captor. And what is happening...well, you have caught my interest, Fudou Yuusei."
A third time the sword passed down his chest, drawing blood and a hiss of pain from the captured duelist. The signal of weakness and submission seemed to act as a trigger, as candles were suddenly lit, a dim light only bright enough to make the white robes of his captor visible. The robed man leaned forward, a metallic replacement of an eye glinting underneath the shadows created by the white hood.
"I intend to find out all I can about you."
(A/N): ...you know what. I'm not saying anything. You know the drill.