This world is black and white he can hear the one sitting across the room tell him. The man's happy composure scares him; he can feel something lurking beneath the calm, something that will destroy him if he's not careful. He's never seen this man before, yet he feels so, so familiar. Yusei wants to wake up and be free of this, he wants to run. Yet he's fixated on those glittering violet eyes before him.
The man goes on with a happy-go-lucky smile plastered onto his face. It disturbs Yusei and it fascinates. He's never seen someone like this, and he hopes to never see another. This world they're in, this room, that specimen of a human that's laughing at him-he hopes they all die; they shouldn't exist, and neither should he.
"You should know my name, King of the Satellite. It's a nice name I think," the man whispers in Yusei's ear. It startles him; this voice is different-so very different. He's never been as afraid as he is now. The man in front of him tilts his head slightly and tells the other to kill him slowly.
He panics but he knows, knows it's too late now to save himself from these things. He feels tears welling up in his eyes, his breath heavy. He feels his mouth moving, he can't understand the words, yet they're falling from his mouth in waves.
The man in front of him gives a genuine smile. He doesn't understand, never will understand why. The world dissolves into rivers of white wine, he's falling through clouds and those violet eyes are still there, unblinking.
He's here again, in this white world, but he is black. Always black. This dream haunts him, he needs to remember. Remember, remember, remember. His name is Fudo Yusei, but that's always the wrong answer. He knows he can't give up; he'll die if he does. He said the right answer to the wrong question.
Those glossy violet eyes are burning themselves into him. He's seen this person somewhere before-he just doesn't know where. But his touches are comforting, reassuring. No one has ever touched Yusei like this before. He doesn't want the beautiful, slim man to stop pleasuring his body.
"Do you know what my name is now?" the man asks as he kisses down Yusei's neck. Yusei doesn't know, he's never known. And the other man is gone, gone like a dream. Yusei doesn't understand the tears that pour down his face, but he knows he's lost that person again.
He's dying, dying in reality for the first-second time? He doesn't know. All he can do is smile when he sees violet eyes. The man asks him what his name is again, and finally Yusei knows, Yusei understands.
"You're the King of Games, the King of Shadow Games, King of Kings," he states, the words echoing in his mind, the words he couldn't hear before.
"Did you have a nice life, King of the Satellite? You remind me a lot of myself when I was known as Mutou Yuugi. When I was alive, really," he chuckles. Yusei still can't see what's under that façade, but it doesn't matter anymore, it never mattered.
So the man-Yuugi-went on about the world being black and white. Yusei didn't listen, he already knew it all.
And it comforted him.
