A/N: This is supposed to be a one-shot, but of course, my computer is very, very sad. This is my submission for ChibiZoo's Yu-Gi-Oh fanfiction contest. For more information, visit my profile page.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh
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Innocenti
Once again, I find myself scrubbing the windows like a madman, intent on removing any speck of grime I might see. Cleaning is the only thing that keeps me from killing myself, really, other than the fact that I don't want to give up the comfort of the gathering. It's not easy, being me. It's not easy when you are born into this world with a comatose mother and a psychotic father. It's not easy when you think you're finally safe, you've finally gotten away...and then someone comes along and kills your sister. Isis...she was my only reason for living then. The only reason I went to school, the only reason I tried to limit the amount of times the cold blade of a dagger sliced through my skin.
Oh, but ever since I met him...ever since I met Bakura...everything's changed. Everything...well, except for the fact that I'm a certified nutcase. If someone were to test me, they'd put me right into an asylum, no questions asked. They don't understand...they don't understand the pain, the pain that constantly rages within me, that I have to expel. The only way to do so is with more pain, but that kind is delicious...it licks up your spine like a lithesome flame, the kind of pain you get when you see your blood spill over your hand. The taste...I'm addicted to blood, any blood. I remember when some kid called me a vampire back when I was in school. I also remember that kid being labelled as a missing person the next day. They never found him. They never will.
A small noise penetrates the silence of the small hut which I now call my home. It sounds...almost like a flute; it's familiar to me. I have every reason to believe that it exists, and every reason to believe that it doesn't. That's what happens when you become a seeker.
I remember, there was a deep gash in my left leg, and I was writhing on the sidewalk, my blood spilling and my passionate agony rising. There he was, with his sinister little smirk that proclaimed his virility, his brown eyes holding a sparkle to them that I had only seen once...in the mirror. Was he as mad as I? He shook his head at me, saying suicide was weak. I asked him what better way? What better way to die than to know you and only you are the one who gave you the privilege of ending it all? He laughed. He laughed and I think it was then that it dawned on me how fucking gorgeous he was.
I remember how he propped me up on a garbage can, muttering something in what sounded like...I can't describe it. There are no words. Amazing, it was, how my leg suddenly began to heal itself, how the tendons and cords bound themselves together again, how the muscle moved back into place, how the skin grew over...and there was no scar. I looked up inquisitively, then. Trying to figure out just who he was and why, and then he told me.
"Malik," he said. "I am one with the ultimate creator, the giver of life, the sustainer, the one supplying power so that we may all co-exist. Come with me and join us." I was shocked, mostly because I hadn't told him my name. I hadn't spoke to him at all, and the thought frightened me. "Come to the gathering tonight with me. If you are deemed worthy, we can initiate you into us."
"Us?" I felt so pathetic, so juvenile. Here I was, without a clue about what this attractive man was telling me.
"The seekers. The seekers of the Innocenti." I looked at him inquisitively, trying to get my muddled brain to process what he said. Of course, I fainted, so that didn't help all that much.
I remember when he brought me to the campfire, how it glowed like an ethereal dancer, spinning silk and throwing sparkles into the dark night sky. It was a clear night; the moon shone overhead with a sparse light that kissed the trees gently. He sat me down, outside the circle of people. I could not be one with the circle yet; I must be worthy.
Looking around, there were five people altogether. A tall brunette, with piercing blue eyes, as well as a teen with honey hair who looked like he was anxious about being there. Then there was a shy-looking boy who mirrored Bakura and yet was completely opposite, like he was the good and Bakura was the evil. There was also a shorter man, with strange black hair and blond highlights, with a bit of red at the ends. Of course, there was Bakura...every time I looked at him I shivered, thoughts of hard, passionate sex invading my mind.
The brunette spoke. "I call this enchanted meeting of the seekers to order. We shall commence the opening ritual." A dagger was passed around, each person slit their hand with a different insignia. Once that was done, each person placed their palms against another's. I was ready to get up and leave, thinking this was just their cracked up version of that Ya-Ya Sisterhood book. I was wrong.
They started to hum, a deep, resonating sound that travelled straight to my heart. As the pitch rose, I could feel the ground start to sway...yet we were not moving. Their voices rose higher, some of them leaping up into harmony, and I could see a faint white glow encompassing them. Louder and more melodious their tones became, and my heart screamed at me, cried for me to join them, become caught up in the rhythm and lose myself like I so desperately desired. The glow became brighter, and I could see that the five had the most serene looks on their faces.
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On to part 2...
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh
~*~
Innocenti
Once again, I find myself scrubbing the windows like a madman, intent on removing any speck of grime I might see. Cleaning is the only thing that keeps me from killing myself, really, other than the fact that I don't want to give up the comfort of the gathering. It's not easy, being me. It's not easy when you are born into this world with a comatose mother and a psychotic father. It's not easy when you think you're finally safe, you've finally gotten away...and then someone comes along and kills your sister. Isis...she was my only reason for living then. The only reason I went to school, the only reason I tried to limit the amount of times the cold blade of a dagger sliced through my skin.
Oh, but ever since I met him...ever since I met Bakura...everything's changed. Everything...well, except for the fact that I'm a certified nutcase. If someone were to test me, they'd put me right into an asylum, no questions asked. They don't understand...they don't understand the pain, the pain that constantly rages within me, that I have to expel. The only way to do so is with more pain, but that kind is delicious...it licks up your spine like a lithesome flame, the kind of pain you get when you see your blood spill over your hand. The taste...I'm addicted to blood, any blood. I remember when some kid called me a vampire back when I was in school. I also remember that kid being labelled as a missing person the next day. They never found him. They never will.
A small noise penetrates the silence of the small hut which I now call my home. It sounds...almost like a flute; it's familiar to me. I have every reason to believe that it exists, and every reason to believe that it doesn't. That's what happens when you become a seeker.
I remember, there was a deep gash in my left leg, and I was writhing on the sidewalk, my blood spilling and my passionate agony rising. There he was, with his sinister little smirk that proclaimed his virility, his brown eyes holding a sparkle to them that I had only seen once...in the mirror. Was he as mad as I? He shook his head at me, saying suicide was weak. I asked him what better way? What better way to die than to know you and only you are the one who gave you the privilege of ending it all? He laughed. He laughed and I think it was then that it dawned on me how fucking gorgeous he was.
I remember how he propped me up on a garbage can, muttering something in what sounded like...I can't describe it. There are no words. Amazing, it was, how my leg suddenly began to heal itself, how the tendons and cords bound themselves together again, how the muscle moved back into place, how the skin grew over...and there was no scar. I looked up inquisitively, then. Trying to figure out just who he was and why, and then he told me.
"Malik," he said. "I am one with the ultimate creator, the giver of life, the sustainer, the one supplying power so that we may all co-exist. Come with me and join us." I was shocked, mostly because I hadn't told him my name. I hadn't spoke to him at all, and the thought frightened me. "Come to the gathering tonight with me. If you are deemed worthy, we can initiate you into us."
"Us?" I felt so pathetic, so juvenile. Here I was, without a clue about what this attractive man was telling me.
"The seekers. The seekers of the Innocenti." I looked at him inquisitively, trying to get my muddled brain to process what he said. Of course, I fainted, so that didn't help all that much.
I remember when he brought me to the campfire, how it glowed like an ethereal dancer, spinning silk and throwing sparkles into the dark night sky. It was a clear night; the moon shone overhead with a sparse light that kissed the trees gently. He sat me down, outside the circle of people. I could not be one with the circle yet; I must be worthy.
Looking around, there were five people altogether. A tall brunette, with piercing blue eyes, as well as a teen with honey hair who looked like he was anxious about being there. Then there was a shy-looking boy who mirrored Bakura and yet was completely opposite, like he was the good and Bakura was the evil. There was also a shorter man, with strange black hair and blond highlights, with a bit of red at the ends. Of course, there was Bakura...every time I looked at him I shivered, thoughts of hard, passionate sex invading my mind.
The brunette spoke. "I call this enchanted meeting of the seekers to order. We shall commence the opening ritual." A dagger was passed around, each person slit their hand with a different insignia. Once that was done, each person placed their palms against another's. I was ready to get up and leave, thinking this was just their cracked up version of that Ya-Ya Sisterhood book. I was wrong.
They started to hum, a deep, resonating sound that travelled straight to my heart. As the pitch rose, I could feel the ground start to sway...yet we were not moving. Their voices rose higher, some of them leaping up into harmony, and I could see a faint white glow encompassing them. Louder and more melodious their tones became, and my heart screamed at me, cried for me to join them, become caught up in the rhythm and lose myself like I so desperately desired. The glow became brighter, and I could see that the five had the most serene looks on their faces.
~*~
On to part 2...