Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi owns Yugioh and I don't.
Drabble-ish.
Remembering.
A-TE-MU...
The word rolled off her tongue like the whisper of an ancient secret. Something she heard in the echoes of her mind when she gave herself enough time to reflect on things.
But there he was, unforgotten, looking her square in the eye from a text book page. Pharaoh of Egypt during the New Dynasty, son of Akunamkanon, died at the age of 16. That was all it said about him.
When had history been re-written to include him in it? Had history really changed during their brief stint in Ancient Egypt when she had been worrying over the end of the world or something along those lines?
However complicated the questions seemed to her, she knew that the history assignment had just become a whole lot simpler.
Accepting.
A ship to ferry the dead? His sister was probably being over dramatic. It was more like a mini-cruise liner.
He'd never tell her he had bought the tickets with the money he made off the Ghouls. But then everything was eventually for the Pharaoh anyway...
He had overcome his own suffering, realizing that some things couldn't be helped. But what about all the people before him? Hadn't they suffered or at least humbly prodded in the shadow of their regal yet oh so human king?
It was an old idea for the subjects of a king to follow their leader blindly- something better left to history text books and romantic tragedies.
He no longer thought it strange when his sister found his question of what they would do after the Pharaoh's Trial hard to answer.
He relaxed and let the flow of the river rock him to sleep.
Cleansing.
He liked to examine the pictures; flip them over and reshuffle them to explore probability. Sure- the cards weren't made for shuffling but putting them in a big pile and moving them around a bit got the job done the same way.
Everything on the cards looked so regal- even the trashy cards. They were all pictures he felt he could jump into and be at peace in. But then he scoffed at the idea, he liked danger more.
"Aww, Nii-sama, you win again."
Hanafuda was much more relaxing than Duel Monsters.
Shaking.
For the first time in his life he felt cold. Sure, a chill was starting, but this cold- it was bone deep. Raw. Something that gnawed at his better understanding and acceptance of winter weather.
He damned himself for trying to be a man about everything, even the unpredictable climate.
Achoo! Oh great, a cold. Could he even remember the last time he caught a cold?
Yeah... he could. Splashing in water like an idiot because he just had to be a man and prove his worth to society, to a friend.
Remembering warmed the main thing- his spirits.
Smiling.
He was smiling. The time of year when the shop was the busiest and he couldn't find time for homework. He loved it.
The absolute allure of craziness, of never quite knowing what would happen but knowing he could get through it anyway.
And the best part: christmas shopping for his friends. Buying a gift was like telling a fortune- everyone's was different and told a little more about their personality, like a looking glass into their soul.
He'd write postcards and get-well-soon cards and receive thank you notes and a hanafuda invitational?
And when it snowed he'd run outside and play in it like a child. The year hadn't made him taller but he felt as if he could touch the sky.
~End
These drabbles were lying around in a folder so I decided I would finally post them. You probably know I really like short stuff. Not that I try to avoid tl;dr but I can't resist the allure of short things and how much potential they have to become so much more than you expect them to be. Or at least, that's what I think anyway. Review?