blazing star.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
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Prologue
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When I turned eighteen, I decided that nothing would be cooler than learning how to smoke.
Insignificant and passe to you, but it is all the world to me. What could be more striking than the world's top duelist, walking up to the Battle City Finals with a Malboro dangling carelessly out of his mouth?
Mokuba talked me out of it, along with the growing stress that came with running Kaiba Corp. So I spent all of that tournament thinking about how I needed to do something to change my life.
Most people think I was only focused on the God cards. Not true. Life was getting boring at eighteen, something that smoking would never solve for.
Then I met Kenji under the most unusual circumstances, circumstances that would take pages and pages to describe for you.
He, for the sake of another romantic cliche, captured my heart and he never let it go.
Kenji, you see, turned out all right. In the end, he was still the same free man with the stars in his eyes and the wind in his hair, who threw his hands up to the sky as he walked down that road that most would call life. Much like Gatsby, he believed in the green light: that beacon of hope and heart that would lead anyone who saw to a different world, in which all we knew would be glorious and true, singing our hearts out as an announcement to all the world that we were alive! and free! and open! He lived his life like a blazing star, far too brilliant for the rest of us.
Kenji wasn't bad, just like he wasn't good. He didn't need to be pinned down with words like "love" and "hate", he exuded an energy to every person within his radius, and you knew what you were to him. He was a paradox, a wonder, a long summary, everything under the one sun that is the center of our own little universe.
What he did doesn't matter, it never did matter, and it took me an eternity to realize that he was more than a man with a gun and a license to kill.
Yes, Kenji did turn out all right in the end. But the outside world, with its sin and lies and deception, that was what got him. He unknowingly absorbed that corruption since the day he was born, and it grew like a cancer, a cancer that was desperate to destroy the blazing star. In the end, that envy, that impureness annihilated him, scorched him to piles of sparkling ashes that would blow away into eternity to be caught in people's eyes, wiped away, and then soon forgotten.
I've got a speck of that dust caught in my heart forever.
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Disclaimers go here: original character x Seto (isn't it obvious by now?), slashslashslashslashslash, possible lemons and/or limes (I'm seriously thinking this one over...hentai has a tendency to trash up literature), and a serious draught of humor from me. Which is rare. I normally prefer being funny, so I consider this piece a challenge. Sorry that the prologue's short...later chapters will hopefully be longer.
Basically, I'm not trying to go for angst. I want a good romance fic that isn't fluffy, isn't trashy, and isn't angsty. I cannot properly write happy smiley endings unless I'm doing humor, but I don't want people leaving with tears. I want a pretense of sadness, because life hardly ever is happy, but hope. Yes, it does sound kinda emo-scene-core, doesn't it? Like something composed by The Juliana Theory or The Early November. (They suck by the way, I hate emo bands with boys and their jet black ugly hair.) I want this to be more...Pretty Girls Make Graves or Valley Jones, you know?
I will appreciate all reviews, and flames too.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
-------------------
Prologue
-------------------
When I turned eighteen, I decided that nothing would be cooler than learning how to smoke.
Insignificant and passe to you, but it is all the world to me. What could be more striking than the world's top duelist, walking up to the Battle City Finals with a Malboro dangling carelessly out of his mouth?
Mokuba talked me out of it, along with the growing stress that came with running Kaiba Corp. So I spent all of that tournament thinking about how I needed to do something to change my life.
Most people think I was only focused on the God cards. Not true. Life was getting boring at eighteen, something that smoking would never solve for.
Then I met Kenji under the most unusual circumstances, circumstances that would take pages and pages to describe for you.
He, for the sake of another romantic cliche, captured my heart and he never let it go.
Kenji, you see, turned out all right. In the end, he was still the same free man with the stars in his eyes and the wind in his hair, who threw his hands up to the sky as he walked down that road that most would call life. Much like Gatsby, he believed in the green light: that beacon of hope and heart that would lead anyone who saw to a different world, in which all we knew would be glorious and true, singing our hearts out as an announcement to all the world that we were alive! and free! and open! He lived his life like a blazing star, far too brilliant for the rest of us.
Kenji wasn't bad, just like he wasn't good. He didn't need to be pinned down with words like "love" and "hate", he exuded an energy to every person within his radius, and you knew what you were to him. He was a paradox, a wonder, a long summary, everything under the one sun that is the center of our own little universe.
What he did doesn't matter, it never did matter, and it took me an eternity to realize that he was more than a man with a gun and a license to kill.
Yes, Kenji did turn out all right in the end. But the outside world, with its sin and lies and deception, that was what got him. He unknowingly absorbed that corruption since the day he was born, and it grew like a cancer, a cancer that was desperate to destroy the blazing star. In the end, that envy, that impureness annihilated him, scorched him to piles of sparkling ashes that would blow away into eternity to be caught in people's eyes, wiped away, and then soon forgotten.
I've got a speck of that dust caught in my heart forever.
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Disclaimers go here: original character x Seto (isn't it obvious by now?), slashslashslashslashslash, possible lemons and/or limes (I'm seriously thinking this one over...hentai has a tendency to trash up literature), and a serious draught of humor from me. Which is rare. I normally prefer being funny, so I consider this piece a challenge. Sorry that the prologue's short...later chapters will hopefully be longer.
Basically, I'm not trying to go for angst. I want a good romance fic that isn't fluffy, isn't trashy, and isn't angsty. I cannot properly write happy smiley endings unless I'm doing humor, but I don't want people leaving with tears. I want a pretense of sadness, because life hardly ever is happy, but hope. Yes, it does sound kinda emo-scene-core, doesn't it? Like something composed by The Juliana Theory or The Early November. (They suck by the way, I hate emo bands with boys and their jet black ugly hair.) I want this to be more...Pretty Girls Make Graves or Valley Jones, you know?
I will appreciate all reviews, and flames too.