True Colours

Hello again!! Sorry for the increasing lack of updates, but, y'know, schools been a right pain in the ass and so…yeah. But I should (hopefully) have updated all fanfics by the end of the first week of January 2009.

But yeah, let's get this fic going shall we?

Chapter One: You With The Sad Eyes

Rating: M – For angst, violence, drug abuse and depression.

Pairing(s): JohanXJuudai

Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Johan-centered fic. Takes place during the void between GX and 5Ds. Follows Juudai's mysterious disappearance after the graduation party of Season 4. Johan Andersen, after joining the Pro Circuit, has all but forgotten his 'best' friend. But when a visitor appears form the past, Johan is forced to relieve some of his more painful memories. After spiralling into depression, it becomes clear to Johan and to his friends, that he cannot save himself. The question is: who can?

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters GX, nor the song 'True Colours'. All right are © to their original owners and/or publishers.

For all you Yusei fans, he will appear in this fic, but only briefly. 3

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Rain. The one major substance –excluding oxygen- that sustains life on this planet, and yet all it was to the population of the Earth was a major disruption to their daily lives. The seemingly only reason for its existence was to annoy, and to discourage from pre-planned excursions. It seemed that the one being who did not share this belief was a certain Norwegian duellist by the name of Johan Andersen. So when a huge rainstorm burst over the city of Bergen, Norway, while the majority of the population, with the exception of a few brave businessmen, who, head bowed, trekked on through the blistering wind and rain, ran for shelter, the teal-haired duellist raised his head, and let the raindrops flood his senses. The streets were silent exempt from the incessant tirade of water droplets hammering on concrete. Johan opened his eyes and stared, with sad eyes, at the darkened sky. Too often, had his thoughts drifted to his former friend Yuki Juudai. And today, it seemed, was no exception. He let out an involuntary gasp as he remembered something he and his 'friend' had said to each other, long, long ago.

"Ne, Johan?"

"Juudai?" The Gem duellist turned around to face the brunette.

"If…if I told you something…Johan…would you hate me for it?"

Johan tilted his head slightly to the side "Well, Juudai, that would depend entirely on the question."

"If…if I told you, that…I…was leaving, and most likely never coming back…would you hate me then?"

Speechless, Johan stared at the boy standing in front of him. He gave a shaky smile, "No, Juudai, I could never hate you. That…decision…is yours to make, and I…have no right to deprive you of it. If it's what you really, truly want."

Juudai returned his smile, "Thank-you Johan…and yes, it is, honestly what I want. I've hurt too many people, especially you. I…" He looked down, "I don't…want to lose you, you're too precious to me."

"J-Juudai…!", he admonished "don't be ridiculous, how can you expect me to accept this? When it…it's not true. You never meant for any of this to happen! To, punish yourself like this is…is just…" He faltered.

"What?"

It frightened Johan to remember that memory. Onthat day, that one day when he could have prevented Juudai's disappearance, he, had faltered.It had only taken one look into Juudai's eyes to know that that had been proof enough. That one pause, had given Juudai all the proof he had needed to convince himself that he should leave. And that had scared him. Terrified the young duellist beyond all belief. Scared him so much that, on returning to his home, he had not left the house for a week, had not responded to his family, and, racked with guilt, had broken. Broken beyond almost all hope of rescue.

It had taken what little inner strength he had left to leave his house today. He regretted it almost instantly. Everything around him managed, in some, unknown way, to remind him of Juudai;

The crimson rhododendrons – Juudai's jacket.

The chocalitier's – Juudai's eyes.

He couldn't shake it. This, paranoid, empty feeling that hung over him like a shadow.

The sinking feeling one gets when one truly believes that they have lost everything.

It felt nice, falling. Yet Johan barely noticed.

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Yes, I know it's short…cut me some slack here, it's late and I'm tired.

Please R&R.

Harrii