Alright! Decided to go ahead and start this story. It's more my style than the other one I posted.
Dislaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Rated: M
Summery: Yugi has been searching. Searching for something he thinks he can never find. When what he has been searching for is presented to him, will he turn a blind eye to it? Or will he really see whats there in front of him?
He watched the figure fade. Long red hair, garnet eyes turn away and retreat. Turning the entire figure into a black silhouette until it disappeared completely. Then he fell. He fell to his knees, finally shedding the tears which had threatened to fall before. 'No' He thought. 'No. Not again.' He closed his amethyst eyes, no longer wanting to see the world. "Maybe I'll never find it. Maybe I just don't belong here anymore. I'm done. No more. It's over.' He thought. Then drifted away, sinking deeper and deeper into the hell which one would call emotion. 'This is the end…..'
Only then had the first life come to an end for him.
The next time he awoke, would be right before his second life, and he would have to make a decision between two very important places.
Amethyst eyes fluttered open to brightness. Sitting up, he looked in front of him. Before him stood double doors made of glistening gold and sparkling marble, intricately designed. He reached up slowly and touched the door. The single touch echoed loudly throughout the air. He stood up. 'Could this be….?'
He tried pushing the doors; they wouldn't budge, almost as if concrete held them in place. He tried again.
"Keep pushing and you'll only wear yourself down. Those doors won't open unless you talk to me."
The boy whirled around. A man with short brown hair and bright green eyes stood behind what looked like an alter to the boy.
The man behind it was now staring at the boy, gawking.
Amazed, the boy stared too; for the man had wings, wings that looked soft and made of snow. The boy wanted to walk over and touch the wings, to see if they were really soft.
"Y-You're…" The man stuttered, letting his sentence die after just one word.
The boy looked questioningly at the man, for he had never seen him before.
The man stared for a minute more before being able to compose himself and speak. He smiled warmly. "Welcome." He said.
"Wh-Where am I?" The boy finally spoke, asking. His voice was soft and small, sounding sweet and melancholy.
The man's eyes brightened. "You're in the in-between."
"The in-between?" The boy asked.
"Yes. Pardon me, but you, you're Yugi, right? Yugi Mouto?" The man asked.
The boy nodded.
"Then it's time. You need to make a decision."
"Decision?" Yugi asked.
"Hurry now and choose. Where will you go?" The man asked.
"Go? I don't understand. What do you mean?" Yugi looked questioningly at the man.
"You're the chosen one. You've been given the choice. The choice between Heaven and Hell. Which will you choose?"
"Choose?" Yugi asked.
"Yes. The time for you to make that decision is nearing, hurry now."
"Why must I make a choice? Isn't that why you are here? To tell me where I go for eternity?"
"Normally yes, but you are different. Only, you knew that already, didn't you? You've know you were different. The choice has been given to you. Look now, at your wings."
"Wings?" The boy asked then glanced behind him. He gasped. He hadn't even noticed, nor felt, what was sticking out of his back.
Bright gold wings stood out, balancing him, how he was able to move them, he didn't know. He reached back though, and the wings responded by coming forward. He touched the wing, gasping again. It was a sensation he had never felt before. Something unexplainable. He pulled lightly on the wing.
"Ow!" He whispered.
The man laughed lightly, "You better be careful, wings are always very sensitive."
The boy nodded and brought his attention back to the man.
"You bear three black feathers on your wings. One for each of the sins you've committed." The man said. "The choice is what you're here for. You need to decide. Heaven or hell?" The man asked again.
Yugi looked at the ground. Thinking through all he had been through in his eighteen years of life, he wasn't sure. There were so many joy-ess moments, yet at the same time, so many sad ones. There were a few things he wasn't very proud of fond of that had happened.
His parents died when he was young and his grandfather had taken him in. He had been bullied throughout his school years, love had never seemed to be on his side.
'Love.'
Wasn't love the reason he was here in the first place? So many times had he thought he found paradise, only to be left in the cold, a process that had repeated itself, and kept repeating.
"No." Yugi said. Knowing the angel at the alter had wanted him to choose heaven. "I don't deserve heaven. Send me to the other place. Send me to hell. My wrongs no matter how few, they still condem me there."
The man at the alter smiled. "Hell and Heaven are not what the human race has thought them to be. You're in for a surprise."
The boy looked questioningly at the man one last time. He watched the man swiftly wave his hand, before shadows consumed the boy and everything that was light and bright, turned dark and dull.
To be continued.