Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh otherwise shit would be a hellova lot different I mean really.
This is an idea I've been playing with for awhile, and I sincerely hope it all turns out how I intend it to turn out. (wow redundant much but yeah)
Also this will be gemshipping just to clarify.
ANYWAY thanks for clicking and enjoy. C: AND SO IT BEGINS.
It gurgled, foamed, bubbled, and sloshed. Sick and putrid.
Viscous black and molten gold threatened to spill over metal edges. A massive cauldron contained the rancid liquid. Its surface emitted a hellish heat, and reeked of burning flesh. Its glow, unnatural and foreboding, bounced off walls and cast a light over each corner of the small room.
The young man's hand was clamped over his face, blocking off the foul smell. His limbs felt stiff and incapable of motion. The stench alone made his stomach churn. The sight added to his revulsion, conjuring horrendous, sanguine images. He slowly lowered his hand, slick from sweat and his own spit, and concentrated on steadying his breathing. Arms hung at his sides, loosely and awkwardly, as he began to drag himself towards the steaming cauldron. The offending odor almost made him vomit on the spot. He raised his hand, trembling slightly, almost as if to touch the searing metal, but left it hovering.
"This..." his voice trailed, "it...i-it can't be..."
Words snagged in his throat at the sound of approaching footsteps. He froze.
"You've been quite the nuisance, haven't you?"
He couldn't turn, didn't want to turn. His eyes remained glued to the cauldron, hair bristling on the back of his neck. He remained silent.
The voice laughed, hollow and crisp. "I must admit, I'm surprised you've made it this far." Footsteps became louder as the voice neared. "A silly boy like you?" A scoff. "Why would you ever be a bother to me?" The bitterness tainted an otherwise amused tone.
The young man turned around slowly, tense. He kept his head low, eyes attentive to the other man's movements. The man smirked.
"No eye contact? How cheeky of you."
The young man refused to look up.
"I have to say," the older man continued. "You have gotten under my skin. I would have never expected you to see past my ruse."
The younger man lifted his head slightly, eyes still averted. The older man clicked his tongue.
"You turned out to be quite bold, and dare I say, naughty."
He shivered, revolted.
The younger man's skin began to crawl. He shot up his hand instinctively, grabbing the other man's wrist as it inched closer to his face. The older man laughed loudly at his reaction. "Still don't trust me? I thought we were passed such silliness."
His hand on the wrist tightened, then released. His eyes finally locked with his, feeling white hot anger boil in the pit of his stomach. "Why?" he simply asked, voice strained.
The older man gave an exasperated sigh. "Why?" he repeated slowly, studying the younger man closely. He shook his head. "Hmm, you're not as smart as I thought you were."
The younger man glared daggers at him. He flinched as the hand was brought to his face again, this time clasping his chin between long fingers. His breathing became shallow as his pulse quickened. He tried to pull away, but the grip was too tight. Eyes darted from side to side, scanning the walls, his surroundings.
Trapped.
"I thought we understood each other," the older man purred, his grip tightening painfully. "Someone like you who has pursued me since you stepped foot on this land should at least have an inkling of what my motives are."
The younger boy felt nauseous, unable to rip himself away from the man. "Guess not," he hissed.
A heavy pause fell between the two, silence only broken by the sloshing of the cauldron. The younger man attempted to slow his beating heart, breathing in and out carefully.
He studied the other man's face for a moment. Blank. Empty.
He dared to raise his hand to grab his wrist, attempting to pull the man's hand away from his face. A hand shot out to grab it before it came near its target, promptly yanking it down to his side. The younger man yelped in pain.
The older man smirked at the sound. "I have a problem," he drawled, twisting his arm. "A problem that comes in the form of a pretty young thing who stuck his nose where it didn't belong." He leaned in closer, his face hovering millimeters from the other man's face. Hot breath tickled the younger man's lips, causing bile to rise in his throat. He stopped breathing.
"And, you're starting to annoy me."
He studied the younger man for a minute, licking his lips slowly. A smirk emerged, causing the other to squirm. His hand left his face.
The younger man couldn't even exhale before strong fingers enclosed themselves around his throat. He let out a choked cry. His breathing became painful, hardness lodging in his throat. The older man let out a low chuckle.
"It would make this situation much simpler if I were to eliminate the problem, don't you think?"
The younger man's vision began to blur. The man's painful grip made it impossible for him to move. An arm hung at his side, the other was trying desperately to pull the death grip off him. The older man laughed maniacally. He raised the younger man off the ground, looking up at him, eyes widening in excitement at the flashes of pain across his face. The younger man's eyes fell shut.
"Time to be rid of you, meddling thing."
