I thought this up as I was listening to my favorite song by Within Temptation, which is Our Solemn Hour. I've been meaning to write a fanfic for Yu-Gi-Oh! for a while, really, and I gots the greatest idea (Note beforehand, please, that I have yet to see all the episodes, for I am lazy and I have too much manga/anime sitting on the plate in front of me that I need to finish.) I warn you, my minions, this will probably be quite fluffy, and no M-rated shtuff unless I can't help it. And this is also a good way to use my creative juices, since I'm thinking how to write the next part of my novel and some more of my other, newer one =3
But from what I've gathered from the various fanfics I've read, I think I can draw up the conclusion that Yami gets his own body, but something bad happens... Meh, correct me if I'm wrong.
By the way, a thousand apologies for the lack of postings as of late, stuff is happening, both in school and at home, and right now is a... complicated time for my family, to put it shortly. Things are all messed up, but it's always the nice people that have the rottenest luck, huh? I don't get how that's fair though... But oh well! We always have to keep pushing on, even when times get rough. And if I stop posting completely for a long time... assume the worst, because that's what it will probably be *Small smile and retires to her thinking corner A.K.A her emo corner*
Summary: What happens when someone wakes up in your bed with you that you had no recollection of getting with into? Sadly, a certain spiky-haired teenager is about to find out...
Atem: *Stares Yugi down*
Yugi: Yami! Atem's trying to eat me with his eyes again!
Yami: Back off from my Aibou!
Phlyx: Hewwo! Nice to see you all again! Warnings: Mild Shounen-Ai, Puzzleshipping (YamiXYugi), and nothing much besides that.
Sanctus Espiritus
The panicked, frightened footsteps vribrated through the alleyway as the rain fell down in sheets, drenching the shirt of the teen. Turning sharply around a corner and not looking behind him, he almost falls as he stumbles over a discarded plank of wood, but he rights himself with a hand on the drenched cobblestone as he somewhat kneels, pushing his feet into the small puddle of water at his feet before pushing onwards, panting. His face hidden behind the cowl of his hoodie, he makes one more sharp turn into the deserted streets of Domino City, pushing through the streets. His feet make small yet loud splashes into the water pooling into the streets - thanks to the sewers being full - until he suddenly veers to his left, arms clutching something hidden underneath his zipped hood.
He quickly runs up the steps to one of the condo's, ignoring the door to the left side of the building as he removes his right hand from his stomach to grab a silver key from his pocket. Frantically looking over his shoulders and seeing the lights flashing only makes him fumble around, heart beating erratically and making him breathe louder and quicker. He slips the key in and jerks it to the left frantically, quickly opening the door and running inside before the rather short teen slams the door behind him, fingers automatically finding the lock and shakily turning it into place. Sighing and willing for his knees to hold him up just a little longer, he pushes the cowl from his spiked tri-colored hair, shaking the water from it before unzipping the zipper of his hoodie and clutching the frantic little animal with a laugh.
"Easy there." He says in a voice that suggests he is very timid, holding the young little fox in his hands delicately. "You're safe now." He whispers, kneeling onto the ground and allowing the orange fox to pad onto the floor with slender, graceful legs. "I'm sorry about that tight fit. I couldn't let them kill you, now, could I?" The fox sits on its haunches and stares at the short teen with intelligent eyes that are the color of mixed blue and crimson, giving them a sort of near purplish hue. It swishes its white-tipped tail, reaching the teen almost to his shoulders while he's on his knees like that.
"You probably really want to go back where you came from, don't you?" He continues, removing the hoodie to reveal a somewhat tight-fitting leather sleeveless shirt. Surprisingly, he reaches behind him to remove something there. When he turns back to the fox, the tell-tale sign of a slim, sleek black tail swishing behind him can be seen, and upon closer inspection of his head, rather than regular ears on the side of his head, two black cat-like ears take up their space, twitching and moving slightly with every noise. "I'll help you get back, alright? But we'll have to wait a while until they stop searching for you."
The boy stands to his feet, stretching his arms over his head and closing his amethyst eyes, and, rather funnily stretches his tail at the same time, arching his back slightly as he does so. He opens his eyes again and looks to the fox, who is standing on its feet and swishing its puffy tail rather contentedly. "Alright. You must be pretty hungry, huh?" A yip escapes the white-dusted muzzle, whiskers twitching in anticipation as its ears are pricked forward, attentive. The boy giggles. "I guess so. Come on now, and I'll see if there's anything I can give you."
Once managing to find some cooked meat not too old and offering it to the fox on a plate (who sits on the counter and dutifully begins to eat the meat) the boy grabs himself some fish presumably left over from a few nights prior, opting to just stand while eating but deciding to sit on the barstool instead next to the fox, taking his time in between bites, fork hovering in the air between his pauses as he watches the peculiar fox. The animal eats as if it hadn't eaten in days and, given the marks of its ribs revealing against the stretched skin, it was safe to assume that it hadn't.
What will I do with you? The teenager asks himself. If only I could understand you like I can understand all the other cats...
He blinks as he realises the fox is now staring at him, having finished the meat and looking like it'll dive after his fish next. Laughing, the boy pushes the plate towards him. "Here you go." The fox blinks up at him, as if wondering why he's not eating it and not wanting to take it, even if it was offered to it. "Hah, it's alright. I'm not all that hungry, and you seem like you need it more than I do." At least it can understand me... the boy thinks as he watches the fox pad up to the plate curiously, nose twitching as it smells the strip of pink fish. Looking satisfied with the smell it sits on its haunches and begins to eat. "You can understand me, can't you?" He asks, not for an answer. The fox simply twitches its tail in response, which the boy deems as a yes.
"That's good to know." He smiles, tentatively stroking the fox's sleek, elegant body, marvelling at how the fox is made rather longly, but still managing to look graceful. He feels the bones jutting out as he passes his pale hand over the body of the fox, his smile melting from his face as he realizes how thin the fox is. Poor thing is so large for its age, and yet it was malnourished. Humans truly are cruel.
The fox lets him be, finishing up the meal as they continue in their truce, half-human shapeshifter and fox. The silence feels comforting to the boy, and he watches the fox, a small, almost sad, smile gracing his pale lips. Once the fox is done it shakes its fur out, much to the amusement of the boy as he giggles. The fox pads up to where he sits, lifts two paws up and places them on the boys chest - confusing the pale boy - and licks the boy on his pale lips, before nuzzling its face in the crook of his neck, almost purring - or maybe that's just the boy purring.
"Ahah, you're a strange fox." He laughs gently, the fox allowing the boy to pick him up gently, so long as the boy allows the fox to continuously lick the boys neck on the side, yipping every now and then. "I want to give you a name; I can't just keep calling you 'the fox' all the time." The boy hums a moment as he walks into a curtained room, where he places the fox on his bed, making sure the blinds are closed. "Well... I did find you in a shady part of the area... I'll just call you Yami for now. Is that alright?" In the middle of removing his shirt he glances behind him to the boy, smiling when he notices the fox looking at him, tail swishing, almost like an obedient dog. "You can reffer to me as Yugi." The amethyst-eyed boy smiles before stripping off the remainder of his clothes and slips into his nightclothes. He throws himself down onto the matress, smiling at the comfort that awaits him there.
"It gets kinda lonely here sometimes." Yugi starts gently, sneaking underneath the covers and enticing the fox to do the same to have some warmth in the chilly night. It does so a little hesitantly, ears laid back. He smiles, scratching it behind the ears. It settles and curls into a ball, head sticking out of the matress as it dutifully falls asleep. "Good night."
-x- So I'll find what lies beneath, Your sick twisted smile, As I lie underneath Your cold jaded eyes -x-
Yugi smiles subconsciously in his sleep, clutching whatever it is in his hands more tightly. His tail moves slowly every now and then, the only sign he's alive other than his breathing, blankets having been kicked off of him in the night. He yawns a wide-mouthed yawn, blinking bleary amethyst eyes. His hand strail down the thin skin they're resting on, his pale skin contrasted by the tanned one under his-
Wait, what?
His eyes open wide as he frowns, upper lip slightly over his lower lip as he trails his eyes up, finding the face so near him - why hadn't he noticed before? - breathing warm and gentle air onto his face. At a curious sniff Yugi realizes the teen - if you can call him that, because to Yugi it sounds sort of wrong to call the tanned boy before him anything less than a man - smells almost like cinnamon, his slowly freaking-out mind not yet clicking that there's someone else in his bed, where he was supposed to see a fox of some sort.
But he yelps when the teen opens his crimson eyes.
Huddled at the corner where walls meet the bed, he holds a hand to his heart, feeling it jump erratically as he keeps his eyes on the boy, who simply yawns and stretches a little before sitting up, blanket falling back and pooling over his legs - which the frightened teen in the corner is quite thankful for, having to fight to keep his eyes to the teen's face as it is - as he blinks to the paler boy, crimson eyes bleary. Almost subconsciously, he brings a hand to scratch just behind the orange and white-tipped ears at the sides of his face, too long to be cat ears but also not quite round enough to be a wolf's. Yugi notices the puffy orange and white-tipped tail swishing about lazily behind the Egyptian-looking boy, not quite rivaling Yugi's, which is puffed up almost enough to resemble the tanner one's.
"Y-you could've t-told me you are a shape-changer." Yugi stutters, trying to slow his heart by breathing in more slowly, more gently. The fox-like boy simply tilts his head, leaning towards the boy curiously as he puts a finger to the boys throat, head jolting slightly when he feels the heartbeat, making the paler boy laugh despite himself. "Maybe that's why I-"
His thoughts fall silent at the touch to his lips, eyes flying wide as he feels his jaw going slack, but only the slight pressure to his lips keeps his mouth closed. The crimson eyes a few inches from his own are closed, and just as he begins to close his own amethyst eyes, the tanner one pulls away, making Yugi follow the movement slightly as their lips part. He remains with his eyes half-closed a little while, until he regains his senses and blinks, looking to the teen in shock, fingers coming to gently touch his lips, which are tingling nicely.
"Um..." A growl interrupts what the small teen wanted to say, and he looks in mild shock to the tanned boy's stomach, the crimson-eyed boy laughing a little in embarassment, cheeks slightly aflame. He says nothing more as he watches Yugi, remaining quiet. "You... can't talk, can you?" A shake of the head. "Alright then... first, we'll give you something to feed that monster of yours," he playfully pokes the stomach of the tanned teen, earning a smile from said boy, "and then we'll see to fixing that little problem of yours." He swings his legs off the side, and barely remembering that he's completely nude in time. "Wait! I'll go get you some clothes - where'd I put those larger ones...?" He mumbles as he dashes off, somewhat embarassed. The taller teen waits patiently with a smile playing at his lips.
-x- Sanctus Espiritus, Redeem us from Our Solemn Hour, Sanctus Espiritus, Insanity is all around us -x-
Yugi scratches at his cheek, looking away from the other teen as he finishes pulling on the shirt over his head, coming towards the kitchen a little bit hesitantly as the smaller teen places some breakfast on the island counter in the kitchen, gesturing to the boy to sit down and eat as he turns to the stove to make himself some food now. The sizzling of the butter against the bread fills the slight silence, though not awkward as he continues to cook the French toasts, flipping the egg-soaked bread over after a while. He turns his head to look to the Egyptian at the counter a moment, realizing he's done and he's looking at him.
"Um... are you able to tell me your name?" He asks, deciding to give the boy the toast that's cooked and making another one for himself, allowing the boy to have two instead of just one. He prepares an extra one, just in case, as the third one sizzles in the pan.
"Yami." He whirls around at the sound of the confident-sounding voice, the lull of the voice almost making his knees buckle and making him want to hear it again, just to hear it. He gives Yami an earth-shattering smile as he turns back around to hide his flaming cheeks.
"Alright then, Yami. Do you want more, or are you alright with two?" He looks back over his shoulder and laughs slightly at the frantic nod Yami's making. "How many?" His eyes widen at the amount he shows via his fingers, noticing the Egyptian boy has a large appetite - go figure, with having gone with little food for some time - but somewhat happy that he's feeling up for the food. "Alright then... I'll give you this one and then make you something else so your stomach doesn't reject the food from over-eating the same thing too much." He turns back to the pan just as the third French toast finishes cooking, plopping it down onto the plate of the eager Shape-Changer. Smiling and letting his own French toast sizzle in peace, he goes off to make the boy some cereal.
-x- So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed, Was it worth the ones we lost and had to leave behind? So many years have passed, who are the noble and the wise? Will all our sins be justified? -x-
Well, I hope that was fine for a first chapter. Originally, I was going to make this into an AllenXRhode fic, but I felt like writing something for Yu-Gi-Oh!, so I trashed the AllenXRhode idea. But I have more idea's for that pairing, no sweat!
Yugi: We were a second choice? *Puppy eyes and whimpers*
Yami: Of course not, Aibou. Isn't that right, Marie-Ange? *Glares at the authoress*
Ahah... of course! Not the second option at all! ^.^"
Quick question: Are any of you interested in my posting up of my original stories on FictionPress? Let me know! ^^