Allure
Hey, there! I have a new story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. If I did, everyone would be out to get me O.o I'll tell you something. It would be worth it.
I won't babble more than necessary. But one thing is important,
Yami will be called by his real name: Atemu.
'Yami' is just the name they tell you in the dubbed American version. The Japanese version doesn't have any name for him until the moment he discovers the real one. He is called 'aibou' (= partner) or 'Mou hitori no boku' (= the other me) by Yuugi. The others say something like 'The other Yuugi'.
Well, so I'll call him Atemu. But don't worry. The dubbed name will show up, too. And one more thing. I'll also use the original names for the others. It will be Anzu, not Téa. I hope you have no problem with that and recognise everyone.
I'll have switching POV's. ¬.¬ Now you know everything. I think.
Enjoy reading!
Yuugi's POV
Sometimes he just wanted to be part of it. Wanted to adapt to their aura of dark, sinful intensity. Wanted to move in their slow motioned swirl of perfection like them. Wanted to be able to show everything and at the same time be untouchable. Irresistible, but oh, so far away. Skin glistering in the flashing lights, tempting anyone to touch, though at the same time forbidden territory.
He wanted to be alluring, enticing, promising. But then he didn't want to be involved. He wanted to be able to walk away unfazed by his surroundings. Touch them without being touched. Be craved but never reached. A distant and desired jewel.
Like He was.
Yuugi retreated from his hiding spot and sat down on his improvised bed. Through the hole in the wooden floor he could look down into the normally empty hall. Well, normally. Not today, because the exceptions were those days -they- came. When -they- decided to throw a party in -his- house. But he couldn't possibly go down and claim this cold, dirty place his own. He was only a boy after all and he was alone. Never could he stand a chance against them. And honestly. It wasn't worth it. Rotten, old, slowly falling apart. Not worth a fight. But his only place to live.
He tried to shut the loud music out and cuddled into the thin sheet of the makeshift bed, hoping they wouldn't find him here. He was frightened. He had registered their arrival too late this time. They were inside of the house before he had been able to flee. And now he was stuck with them dancing and drinking alcohol or taking drugs downstairs. He had watched them for a while now, but that alone had his head spinning. What chance did he have of them NOT coming upstairs? One of them would certainly find his or her way up the stairs. And then he couldn't hide. The sheet was his only shield against the intruders. Hopefully they would just go away. Hopefully so.
'Please, make them go away.' he pleaded silently. 'Especially him.'
His gaze shifted to the hole in the wood again and he couldn't resist the urge to crawl over again. Maybe it was the music, he thought. Only on rare occasions was he able to hear any music at all. The heavy beat of this kind of music had been unfamiliar at first, but he somehow had grown accustomed to it, the more often the group decided to have parties here, outside the city. It was a perfect place for them and so their visits were frequently. And he had caught himself more then once watching them and listening. It reminded him of the cheap music videos he sometimes had watched on TV, back the time as he had lived together with his grandfather above the game shop. Before he had died all of the sudden and everything had broken apart.
Yuugi sighed, trying to find -him- in the crowd. He was easily spotted. The crown of black and reddish-tinted hair almost demanded to be seen. His black leather outfit didn't help that a bit. The boy's back faced him and he wasn't dancing like before. His stance was tall and proud though. Aloof.
'Turn around.', he thought, his eyes roaming the gorgeous figure. He wanted to see his face again. He remembered the boy dancing like he was in trance, practically floating in the music, dark crimson eyes half lidded and fixed on something distant. It had made him feel all warm inside. He wanted to see him do that again, just to proof it was real.
'Yami.' he thought warily. That was the name he had chosen for the boy. 'Darkness.' It seemed fitting. Of cause, it wasn't his real name, but it had been the first word shooting through his mind the moment he had found him.
Someone approached the dark creature from behind and stepped beside him. Yami didn't flinch nor gave he any sign of acknowledgement. The blonde beside him seemed to be enraged, Yuugi could tell that from his gestures and rapid movements. It didn't seem to impress the other boy in any way at first, but then he suddenly whirled around to face the blonde, ruby red eyes flashing in the light. Yuugi gasped for breath at the sight but couldn't avert his gaze.
"Beautiful..." he whispered, thrilled by the warmth that spread over him like a wave.
But it looked like he wasn't the only one unable to move. The blonde shrunk a little bit under Yami's glare and as the boy turned around to leave he didn't hold him back, just continuing staring into empty space. Yuugi wondered how Yami had done that. It had been just one simple look and the blonde was crushed. Certainly odd, but it made him even more appealing. He followed Yami with his eyes until he couldn't see him anymore, because he turned around a corner. And that meant...
All blood left Yuugi's face. Yami was going to come up the stairs. No.
He spun around and listened, staring at the closed door, but the music was too loud and he couldn't hear a single sound of footsteps. Panicking Yuugi searched for a place to hide. Nothing. He had known that before. The only thing in this room was his bed. Maybe if he hid behind the door. Maybe Yami wouldn't even open the door. And if he did... perhaps he would just go away. There was nothing in here. Nothing at all. He stood up shaking, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself and pressed himself into the corner of the room behind the door. And then he waited.
Atemu's POV
He loved the way he blended with the crowd and at the same time stood out like a black bird among a bunch of white ones. Empty shells they were, moving figures barely clad in clothes and showing more skin than they hid.
It was his life to be a leader to them. Those helpless people, who had no clue about the shit they were doing. Poor ones. He didn't belong to them, he was part of them.
Contradicting?
Well, that was his life. There was no clear path to be chosen. He took just a little bit of everything.
Illogical? Plain impossible?
It was his choice to choose and he chose to make the impossible possible. He knew where to go! Sounded weird? Now, who said he was honest with himself?
Jounouchi had pissed him off dearly.
Atemu grumbled lowly in his throat. One word more and he would have had a fit. And that never meant something good, rarely as it happened.
He wasn't a person to be pushed. He hated to be forced into doing something he didn't want. And most of the time he got what he wanted.
Jou had pushed his buttons this evening and he needed to be alone now, so he could cool off a little bit before he did something he would regret later. He pushed a heavy curtain aside, which revealed a flight of stairs. Surprised to never have noticed them before he climbed them up until he reached the top. His crimson eyes scanned over the dirty walls of the hallway. There were a couple of doors, all open but one. And that particular one immediately caught his attention. Had it been open like the others he possibly would have ignored it and just sat down at one of the high windows, which didn't let the moonlight through anymore, because the glass was too dirty with dust and something greasy.
So he let his feet glide over to the object of his momentary interest. Closed doors had always been calling out for him. It was something he couldn't fight. A closed door was hiding something. It promised to reveal a secret. He never could resist a closed door. Well, most of the time. But he at least found himself with the urge to open it, even if he didn't do it. It was an unnerving obsession. But better than to be obsessed with ice cubes, he figured. Poor Malik. Ice cubes were cold and melted. What was so interesting about them?
He stopped his wondering as he slid his hand over the doorknob. What a thrilling moment. He had no idea what to expect. Maybe just an empty room. But perhaps there was more to it.
Slowly he opened the door and peaked inside. And promptly felt disappointed. The room was empty indeed. The moonlight lit up the floor nicely, shining onto a dirty mattress. What had he expected? The house was deserted for a long time now. There was nothing to find.
He stepped back to leave, pouting slightly. He only did that, when there was no one to see it. He liked his childish side, but it was a weakness if shown. And he also didn't want to bury it forever.
Atemu turned around and walked back to the high window, trying to look through the glass, but the thick layer on it made it impossible. The hallway was much darker than the room he just left. There the moonlight...
It hit him. The moonlight! There had been moonlight, which meant the windows had been clean. His crimson eyes widened with the realisation and he hurried back like an eager child. Maybe there was something to reveal after all, he thought with a hidden smile of curiosity and excite. He was going to find something -big- this evening. He just knew it.
To Be Continued...
What do you think? There will be some humour and Yami/Atemu is going to be very OOC like you already noticed. I'm sorry about that.
No more ranting for now. Until next chapter runs off
Hey, there! I have a new story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. If I did, everyone would be out to get me O.o I'll tell you something. It would be worth it.
I won't babble more than necessary. But one thing is important,
Yami will be called by his real name: Atemu.
'Yami' is just the name they tell you in the dubbed American version. The Japanese version doesn't have any name for him until the moment he discovers the real one. He is called 'aibou' (= partner) or 'Mou hitori no boku' (= the other me) by Yuugi. The others say something like 'The other Yuugi'.
Well, so I'll call him Atemu. But don't worry. The dubbed name will show up, too. And one more thing. I'll also use the original names for the others. It will be Anzu, not Téa. I hope you have no problem with that and recognise everyone.
I'll have switching POV's. ¬.¬ Now you know everything. I think.
Enjoy reading!
Yuugi's POV
Sometimes he just wanted to be part of it. Wanted to adapt to their aura of dark, sinful intensity. Wanted to move in their slow motioned swirl of perfection like them. Wanted to be able to show everything and at the same time be untouchable. Irresistible, but oh, so far away. Skin glistering in the flashing lights, tempting anyone to touch, though at the same time forbidden territory.
He wanted to be alluring, enticing, promising. But then he didn't want to be involved. He wanted to be able to walk away unfazed by his surroundings. Touch them without being touched. Be craved but never reached. A distant and desired jewel.
Like He was.
Yuugi retreated from his hiding spot and sat down on his improvised bed. Through the hole in the wooden floor he could look down into the normally empty hall. Well, normally. Not today, because the exceptions were those days -they- came. When -they- decided to throw a party in -his- house. But he couldn't possibly go down and claim this cold, dirty place his own. He was only a boy after all and he was alone. Never could he stand a chance against them. And honestly. It wasn't worth it. Rotten, old, slowly falling apart. Not worth a fight. But his only place to live.
He tried to shut the loud music out and cuddled into the thin sheet of the makeshift bed, hoping they wouldn't find him here. He was frightened. He had registered their arrival too late this time. They were inside of the house before he had been able to flee. And now he was stuck with them dancing and drinking alcohol or taking drugs downstairs. He had watched them for a while now, but that alone had his head spinning. What chance did he have of them NOT coming upstairs? One of them would certainly find his or her way up the stairs. And then he couldn't hide. The sheet was his only shield against the intruders. Hopefully they would just go away. Hopefully so.
'Please, make them go away.' he pleaded silently. 'Especially him.'
His gaze shifted to the hole in the wood again and he couldn't resist the urge to crawl over again. Maybe it was the music, he thought. Only on rare occasions was he able to hear any music at all. The heavy beat of this kind of music had been unfamiliar at first, but he somehow had grown accustomed to it, the more often the group decided to have parties here, outside the city. It was a perfect place for them and so their visits were frequently. And he had caught himself more then once watching them and listening. It reminded him of the cheap music videos he sometimes had watched on TV, back the time as he had lived together with his grandfather above the game shop. Before he had died all of the sudden and everything had broken apart.
Yuugi sighed, trying to find -him- in the crowd. He was easily spotted. The crown of black and reddish-tinted hair almost demanded to be seen. His black leather outfit didn't help that a bit. The boy's back faced him and he wasn't dancing like before. His stance was tall and proud though. Aloof.
'Turn around.', he thought, his eyes roaming the gorgeous figure. He wanted to see his face again. He remembered the boy dancing like he was in trance, practically floating in the music, dark crimson eyes half lidded and fixed on something distant. It had made him feel all warm inside. He wanted to see him do that again, just to proof it was real.
'Yami.' he thought warily. That was the name he had chosen for the boy. 'Darkness.' It seemed fitting. Of cause, it wasn't his real name, but it had been the first word shooting through his mind the moment he had found him.
Someone approached the dark creature from behind and stepped beside him. Yami didn't flinch nor gave he any sign of acknowledgement. The blonde beside him seemed to be enraged, Yuugi could tell that from his gestures and rapid movements. It didn't seem to impress the other boy in any way at first, but then he suddenly whirled around to face the blonde, ruby red eyes flashing in the light. Yuugi gasped for breath at the sight but couldn't avert his gaze.
"Beautiful..." he whispered, thrilled by the warmth that spread over him like a wave.
But it looked like he wasn't the only one unable to move. The blonde shrunk a little bit under Yami's glare and as the boy turned around to leave he didn't hold him back, just continuing staring into empty space. Yuugi wondered how Yami had done that. It had been just one simple look and the blonde was crushed. Certainly odd, but it made him even more appealing. He followed Yami with his eyes until he couldn't see him anymore, because he turned around a corner. And that meant...
All blood left Yuugi's face. Yami was going to come up the stairs. No.
He spun around and listened, staring at the closed door, but the music was too loud and he couldn't hear a single sound of footsteps. Panicking Yuugi searched for a place to hide. Nothing. He had known that before. The only thing in this room was his bed. Maybe if he hid behind the door. Maybe Yami wouldn't even open the door. And if he did... perhaps he would just go away. There was nothing in here. Nothing at all. He stood up shaking, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself and pressed himself into the corner of the room behind the door. And then he waited.
Atemu's POV
He loved the way he blended with the crowd and at the same time stood out like a black bird among a bunch of white ones. Empty shells they were, moving figures barely clad in clothes and showing more skin than they hid.
It was his life to be a leader to them. Those helpless people, who had no clue about the shit they were doing. Poor ones. He didn't belong to them, he was part of them.
Contradicting?
Well, that was his life. There was no clear path to be chosen. He took just a little bit of everything.
Illogical? Plain impossible?
It was his choice to choose and he chose to make the impossible possible. He knew where to go! Sounded weird? Now, who said he was honest with himself?
Jounouchi had pissed him off dearly.
Atemu grumbled lowly in his throat. One word more and he would have had a fit. And that never meant something good, rarely as it happened.
He wasn't a person to be pushed. He hated to be forced into doing something he didn't want. And most of the time he got what he wanted.
Jou had pushed his buttons this evening and he needed to be alone now, so he could cool off a little bit before he did something he would regret later. He pushed a heavy curtain aside, which revealed a flight of stairs. Surprised to never have noticed them before he climbed them up until he reached the top. His crimson eyes scanned over the dirty walls of the hallway. There were a couple of doors, all open but one. And that particular one immediately caught his attention. Had it been open like the others he possibly would have ignored it and just sat down at one of the high windows, which didn't let the moonlight through anymore, because the glass was too dirty with dust and something greasy.
So he let his feet glide over to the object of his momentary interest. Closed doors had always been calling out for him. It was something he couldn't fight. A closed door was hiding something. It promised to reveal a secret. He never could resist a closed door. Well, most of the time. But he at least found himself with the urge to open it, even if he didn't do it. It was an unnerving obsession. But better than to be obsessed with ice cubes, he figured. Poor Malik. Ice cubes were cold and melted. What was so interesting about them?
He stopped his wondering as he slid his hand over the doorknob. What a thrilling moment. He had no idea what to expect. Maybe just an empty room. But perhaps there was more to it.
Slowly he opened the door and peaked inside. And promptly felt disappointed. The room was empty indeed. The moonlight lit up the floor nicely, shining onto a dirty mattress. What had he expected? The house was deserted for a long time now. There was nothing to find.
He stepped back to leave, pouting slightly. He only did that, when there was no one to see it. He liked his childish side, but it was a weakness if shown. And he also didn't want to bury it forever.
Atemu turned around and walked back to the high window, trying to look through the glass, but the thick layer on it made it impossible. The hallway was much darker than the room he just left. There the moonlight...
It hit him. The moonlight! There had been moonlight, which meant the windows had been clean. His crimson eyes widened with the realisation and he hurried back like an eager child. Maybe there was something to reveal after all, he thought with a hidden smile of curiosity and excite. He was going to find something -big- this evening. He just knew it.
To Be Continued...
What do you think? There will be some humour and Yami/Atemu is going to be very OOC like you already noticed. I'm sorry about that.
No more ranting for now. Until next chapter runs off