Disclaimer: Yeah, right.
Author's Note: I love the YuGiOh manga. Really, I do. Which is sorta weird, actually, because I'm not a big fan of reading "action." However, in the manga, Yami plays Penalty Games.
And I love Penalty Games. X3
I might do something else like this piece later—probably a better version of this piece—but right now I just need to get the idea out of my head. Eh heh. (You know how it is.)
Dedication: For Lessa, in exchange for Illusions/Allusions. Which was amazing, and honestly, this in no way compensates for it. But it was worth a shot, right? XD
Warnings: Weird, poetry-like style. Can be seen as vague—and dark—puzzleshipping, I suppose. X3
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Penalty Game
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It is cold.
I can feel it, deep in my soul—
Though he's hiding me, shielding me—
It penetrates: veins freezing over, blood thickening
Like there is no more warmth in the world.
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Nothing.
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In those last, fleeting moments, our opponents stare up at him, and I know what they see:
A violet glare as dark as ebony
Hardened lips turned down in fury
The golden glimmer of an iridescent eye,
casting shadows that flicker like flames; that swallow and mask angled features
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From the darkness he was born—
To the darkness he returns them.
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It is cold.
The words echo soundlessly, like a winter wind through empty branches:
Penalty Game.
His gaze glitters, wicked and icy, and for a moment
He is not my Other.
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Nothing.
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Nothing like my Other at all.
Nor like the pharaoh he once was, or the friend he now is.
He is a monster.
His twisted leer—curled whiteness in the blackness of the night:
Their last glimpse of this world
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From the darkness he was born—
To the darkness he returns them.
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Forever.
Nothing to save them.
No return.
No way out.
No mercy.
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It is cold.
In my heart, it is cold—
His hatred for the slime of the world frosts over my insides.
And in my soul, in my room, in the safety of his protective arms, I cannot move.
I, too, am frozen—
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Forever.
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Nothing to save me.
No return.
No way out.
Trapped in the Shadows of his touch, his glance, his words.
His words that reverberate in my ears:
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Penalty Game.
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I wonder for a moment what I'm being punished for.
I wonder, frightened
I wonder, worried
I wonder, staring up into his coal-black eyes
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My coal-black eyes.
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I see me in his eyes.
My hatred.
My fury.
My disgust.
My wishes.
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Play a game with me…
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He does it all for me.
Because he is me.
And I am him.
And we are one.
One body, one soul, one monster.
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It is cold.
My Other's lips quirk upwards at our opponent, thrilling in the fear he sees in their eyes.
The hunted becomes the hunter.
There is no way out for our prey.
The numbers drop to zero; a bell chimes.
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Penalty Game.
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And in that instant, my Other is gone.
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Gone.
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Because the leer—
—The eyes—
—The decision—
—The dark, hissed whisper—
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…are all mine.
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All mine.
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