Title: Yami no Niji (Rainbow of Darkness)
Author: Raykushi
Disclaimer: Rights to Yu-Gi-Oh belong to Kazuki Takahashi and others. This is a fan piece only and no monetary gain comes from its publication.
Prompt word: Color
Summary: Kaiba finally has his rival where he wants him, in seclusion, but can't get his mind off the little details. . . .
Warnings: Shonen-ai. Also I've never watched the dub version, so all my Yu-Gi-Oh fics take place in the Japanese version universe.
Pairings: Prideshipping (Kaiba/Mou hitori no Yugi)
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Word count: 336
Yami no Niji
Black. There is so very little light here. The opposite of a dueling arena, where everything is sound and motion and illumination. Monsters roar. Traps flash. Here it is just the two of them, standing in the shadows. Each waiting for the other to make the next move.
Violet. Those eyes. They are downcast now and he is glad for it. He knows when they rise up and touch his own, he will be caught. For now he can breathe.
Blue. The uniform. Does he ever wear anything else? And damn him for it—now whenever Kaiba sees the Domino school uniform all he can think of is a high collar framing a perfectly angled neck and loose sleeves draped over toned, bare arms.
Green. Kaiba's hands clench the fabric of his jade pants. In everything they are opposites, cold and hot, light and dark. It is for his own sanity that he wears a color he can't associate with the other.
Yellow. That ridiculous hair! Sometimes in his darkest moments, it is all he can remember of the other. Those locks that fan out like rays of the sun. All else fades to dim shadows when the nightmares get bad.
Red. Not the bright red of Osiris, but a dark burgundy. Seemingly black against the pale flesh. It runs from the corner of the other's mouth down the curve of cheek to the pointed chin. Beads and falls off, the drop disappearing into the darkness.
Absurdly, he almost apologized for it. His lips parted, and only a ghost in his mind of Gozaburo's old rules stopped his tongue— "To apologize is to admit fault; you are never to admit fault."
Violet orbs flicked up to his own, and then he was trapped; he couldn't escape that look, that intensity, that deep purple fire. A hand rose and wiped at the split lip.
Kaiba grabbed the blue collar of the school uniform in both his tightly clenched fists. He yanked the other forward and tasted red.