Title: Die another Day
Author: KohakoShadow
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone of YGO. I just use them for my nefarious plans.
Warnings: Slightly dark and also unbetaed, any mistakes are mine.
Character(s): Ryou
Summary: I lived to see another day
It felt as if a dozen of hot pokers were repeatedly being pushed in and out of his body. Searching and investigating for hidden depths. Pushing and tearing through soft tissues, demanding entrance. Prodding deeper and deeper, until encountering resistance. A quick twist of air and even those walls were broken down. Surprisingly, the agony he experienced was nothing compared to the anguish in his soul.
He cursed himself for waking up. He could already feel the shadows of his pain slowly multiplying, drowning out and pushing away what little light he possessed. The small triumph in remembering how he got to this point faded as he laughed darkly at himself. He was such a spineless coward. What did he thought to accomplish by his previous actions? He knew that resistance was futile. This latest show of stupidity only served to make him see, that he was nothing but a weakling.
Even as the years passed and he grew taller, he still remained the same. He was still the same naïve little child. Clumsy and too slow for his own good. Unloved and forgotten by parents who held so many things more in high regards then their very own flesh and blood. Someone to be pitied at by his friends. He was a punching bag or dirt rag to just use and then throw away when it's starting to unravel.
Except he was made of stronger stuff than cotton or leather, though by no means invincible. Even blood, cells and soft tissues could easily be ripped apart and destroyed despite the bone structure that protected him internally. In the end, he mused, they were vulnerable against a inside attack.
A sigh escaped him then and nails shot down his throat. He hardly felt the pain, still his body jerked in response. Reflex, nothing but damn reflexes that reminded him of the broken state of his body.
He figured going to sleep was a bad idea, but at least it was something that gave him reprieve from this nightmare. Al though it did not matter anyways. Whether in dreams of muted colors or facing the reality tri-colored made no difference. He felt the bone-deep pain everywhere he went.
A scream tore out of his mouth when deep scratches appeared like sunshine on his body; deep gashes crisscrossing from his arms to his stomach. Another scream burst out of him when he tried to ascertain the damage. The burning feeling that was left behind scorched him; leaving him gasping at phantom scars. Another damn reflex he told himself. Not real he told himself. He was passed the point of healing.
Yet his inside cried at being lied to. He knew the truth, saw it in his reflection every single day of his life. It was his pain; his gift of a curse; a walking living nightmare that pursued him every waking moment and beyond.
Little pants and whimpers escaped split lips, reddened and marked by the teeth that mercilessly bit them to shreds. Tears or relief burned right down to his broken cheeks, cascading further down to mingle with his life blood. He morbidly watched the fine lines of metallic liquid followed the salty tracks to become absorbed by the black earth that was his mind before darkness embraced him once again.
´I win! ´
Owari