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Author: Higuchimon
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh Arc-V
Story Title: We Are One
Characters: Starve Venom Fusion Dragon, Yuuri||Pairing: N/A
Word Count: chapter: 750||story: 750||chapters: 1/2
Genre: Drama||Rated: PG
Challenge: Diversity Writing Challenge, section C5, two-shot with both chapters 750 words
Notes: I don't want Yuuri to be brainwashed. I strongly believe he will be, because in YGO virtually all human characters get a sympathetic backstory, but I don't want him to be. Non-brainwashed Yuuri who is just a content sadist cabbage will always be my Yuuri.
Summary: Yuuri enjoys hurting other people. Starve Venom Fusion Dragon approves. Kurosaki Shun does not.
Yuuri is mine. I am his.
That is the way it is with us.
The way it forever is and was and will be.
Yuuri is who he is. I would not have him any other way.
He is strong.
He is determined.
He takes pleasure in the pain of others.
So do I.
I take their power for my own and use it to destroy them.
It is what I am.
I would not be his dragon, nor would he be my wielder, if either of us were any different.
I am not certain how much he is aware that I am aware.
I am not certain how much it matters, so long as Yuuri remains Yuuri and I remain me.
There is a chance that will not always be true. That Yuuri will not be just Yuuri nor will I be as I am.
The union could happen. Will happen. Must happen.
But what will come of us after that? I cannot say. Do not know.
Perhaps I knew once, but that time is not now.
Yuuri knows not of the union. The few brief moments he has spent brushing against his counterparts do not remain in his mind.
I prefer it this way. So, I think, would he, if he knew enough to have an opinion on it.
They are not like him. They are… different. They are like each other, whether they have yet realized it or not.
I do not want Yuuri to lose what makes him my Yuuri, the one who smiles when others hurt because of his words or his deeds.
They will become one someday.
It may last. It may not. No one knows. No one knows what should happen, only what must happen.
If they are one, then they are three, and Yuuri is one. They could overpower his nature and make him like them.
I would kill them all for that.
Yuuri is special. Yuuri is mine.
I will not let it happen.
I won't let my Yuuri become something that he is not.
They would need him as he is to accomplish their goals, whether they know it now or not.
They cannot kill. Do not kill. Will not kill. Hate killing.
Yuuri kills. Yuuri enjoys killing. Yuuri enjoys the pain and wishes for it to last.
Yuuri laughs when others hurt.
To do what must be done, they must have everything.
Yuuri is their killer instinct. He has the force of four bound up into one form. That is why he is what he is.
If they take that away from him and make him nothing but a smiling idiot, then they lose.
They do not know this. They may not care if they did.
I will not let this happen.
They are what he is not.
He is what they would never want to be.
I do not know if they will walk side by side, and I do not care.
But Yuuri must remain Yuuri, no matter what.
Yuuri must remain Yuuri. Whether he allies himself with his counterparts or not. A joining will happen. But he must remain Yuuri.
I cannot say that enough. I cannot feel that enough. While the four are alike in so many ways, Yuuri is their mirror image, the haunted reflection that they need, even as they deny him.
Pendulum seeks only the amusement of others. His heart aches at the damage that must be done to them and that has been done to them.
Yuuri seeks only his own amusement, and if that should come at the expense of others, then he cares not at all.
XYZ seeks vengeance for what was done to his world, though Pendulum tempers that to a degree. But the burning rage lives on, if restrained.
Yuuri helped to bring down that world and would do so again if he found it amusing. Nothing restrains his emotions at all. Or could.
Synchro struggles to rise to the height of his world, to leave behind his gutter and protect the one he holds most precious.
Yuuri lives at the height of his world and all that he holds precious is me.
As it well should be.
For he is mine. I am his. While they outnumber us, we are strong as well. They will not take him from me in any fashion.
Yuuri is Yuuri. Yuuri will remain Yuuri. Yuuri must remain Yuuri.
He laughs at pain. He kills for pleasure.
He is my partner.
To Be Continued
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