He carelessly slipped through the night, the tiny slips of crimson descending from every sound he made. Cold breaths flew past him, their ghoulish wisps reminding him of a forgotten, stoic demeanor he couldn't afford to remember. Sirens wailed throughout the midnight air, as he tried entwining himself within each silhouette he could make out, all the while willing away his obvious shadow. Agonizing screams pierced through the atmosphere, as officers scattered across the vicinity, the sounds of duel runners roaring to life. Panicked, yet satisfied, foreign, harsh orders reached his ears. With that, the man's turbulence grew.
His eyes hurriedly scanned the darkness, endeavoring to find a suitable hiding place until frustration took over the police. With one, fluid motion, he stole away into a small, far off corner, in a neglected shed housing the obscurity the city forced upon it. Silently, he made his way through the winding labyrinths, and forced himself through the icy night, doing whatever he could to keep his pale, ghostly breath hidden. From the corner of his eyes, he caught the familiar flashlights swarming all over the place.
He cursed, but at the same time, an unmistakable smile tugged at his lips. His breathing became slower, and gradually, his pulse quieted. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and the adrenaline faded from his bloodstream. His footsteps became louder and louder, until finally, he came to that small, lone corner. He stared at it for a while, before collapsing, that strange, perverse heat catching up to him once more. He closed his eyes and grinned maniacally, fighting down his humorless laughter, as the police, once again, bypass him. He waited for a bit, but a few moments later, engines roared, and voices faded in the distance, the anger very evident in their tones.
He smirked happily. He waited for a few more minutes, before he stood up, and gazed out at the darkness surrounding him. Slowly, he slipped his fingers in his ragged pockets, the torn fabric blending in so helplessly with the shadows around him. A searing sensation touched the tips, but somehow, he managed to ignore it. Carefully, he pulled out what appeared to be a crumpled, white rose. He closed his eyes, and savored its delicious scent.
He couldn't wait to see her again.
Dark petals swayed within the evening breeze, the tiniest of movements carefully watched over its keeper. Weeds and thorns dance along the darkening horizon, the slightest shades of pink and orange quickly vanishing from the skies. Lonely shadows entwine within the atmosphere, and along with that, a serene beauty not even the howling wind could begin to describe. Seams of red and white decorate the verdant fields, with nary an unborn blossom in sight. Some flowers were roses, others amaryllises. There were quite a few intruders here, in this garden, but of course, the roses will take control of them; there was no need to rush things.
A raven-haired man strolled along the cobblestones. His hazy silhouette grazed the ground with black and azure. Deep, blue orbs cast a forlorn, nostalgic look over the garden, and a tiny frown danced along the edges of his lips. There were blond streaks embedded in his hair. He had tan skin that contrasted sharply to the brilliant, cruel moon that slowly came from its rest. He wore a tattered, black sweater, and donned simple black jeans, with dark brown combat boots. There was a dark, stringed collar wrapped around his neck, and to the side, a black rose.
The man stopped for a moment, and closed his eyes. The breeze blew past his cheeks, and though it came away from him easily, there was a strange smell, however, that didn't. Along with that smell, noises came from the background, greedy noises that made him wonder if there was another one of her stalkers nearby.
Ah, the creature was scampering away.
Yusei opened his eyes then, and stared off into the night.
It seems that there really was an intruder in the garden.
Author's Note:
-Hello, I am the Seelie Court Jester, and I do not own Yu-gi-oh 5Ds.