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Author: Higuchimon
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh Arc-V
Story Title: We Are One
Characters: Yuuri, Shun||Pairing: N/A
Word Count: chapter: 750||story: 1,500||chapters: 2/2
Genre: Drama||Rated: PG
Challenge: Diversity Writing Challenge, section C5, two-shot with both chapters 750 words
Notes: I don't want Yuuri to be brainwashed. I strongly believe he will be, because in YGO virtually all human characters get a sympathetic backstory, but I don't want him to be. Non-brainwashed Yuuri who is just a content sadist cabbage will always be my Yuuri.
Note 2: Here we have something from Yuuri's POV. Again, not brainwashed. Just Yuuri being a happy cabbage sadist to Shun. This sorta diverts post episode 119 & contains spoilers within.
Summary: Yuuri enjoys hurting other people. Starve Venom Fusion Dragon approves. Kurosaki Shun does not.

Few sounds brought greater pleasure to Yuuri than his victims screaming in pain. He enjoyed carding people – who didn't? - but there was something that could be said about sheer torment that made his day even happier.

Perhaps it was something to do with power. He thoroughly enjoyed exercising it over those who dared to fight against him. Seeing them struggle, resist, learn that resisting wouldn't do anything, and just scream for his enjoyment was always one of the better parts of a duel.

Sometimes, though, he enjoyed the resistance and collapse of that resistance in other ways.

What he did now, to Kurosaki Shun, for example.

Taking him away from the Lancers had been child's play. Once he knew that Kurosaki knew where his sister was, all Yuuri had to do was wait there, where neither of them could see him.

The Professor and the Doctor could deal with the other Kurosaki. He'd done his task where she was concerned and if the Doctor's brainworm couldn't keep her under control, that wasn't his problem. All he had to do now was just wait for further orders and keep himself amused.

So he'd taken his new toy and brought Kurosaki to his personal entertainment room.

Some would call it a torture chamber. That was as good a name as any.

It also somewhat resembled a garden, with live versions of as many of his Predator Plants as he could manage. Some weren't possible to exist, sadly enough, but he'd managed to get some of the flytraps to an amazing size, and a few others as well.

In particular the one that held Kurosaki now had responded very well to his efforts to get it as big as possible.

"What kind of hell-plant is this?" Kurosaki demanded, even as the vines tightened around him.

"My kind, and don't you insult them." Yuuri waggled a finger. "They could take it personally." He let out a trill of laughter. "Or I might. One of those is worse." He leaned forward, savoring the anger in the XYZ remnant's eyes. "You get to guess which one."

Oh, he loved it when people got upset because of him! And now his precious plant tightened even more, small thorns extruding themselves from the vines and piercing Kurosaki's flesh.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you." Yuuri tapped one finger against his chin. "You might wish I did, but I won't. You're far more fun kicking and screaming. At least for now. I might find you more fun doing something else later."

He'd never known someone could go that pale before. Whatever… oh...ohhh…

Yuuri smiled and strolled forward to place one hand against Kurosaki's cheek. "I'll let you decide that, though. What would you find more amusing, my plant here having fun with you… or me having fun with you?"

He deliberately didn't specify what kind of 'fun' would be had. Let whatever wanted to sprout in Kurosaki's mind sprout there all on its own.

Kurosaki jerked his head around, trying to bite him, and Yuuri backhanded him with far greater speed.

"Behave." He didn't move, staring Kurosaki down. Those strong golden eyes stared back at him. Even captured, even tied up in quasi-sentient vines that obeyed his captor's lightest command, even disarmed and with no one knowing where he was – or capable of knowing, Yuuri didn't give out the location of his favorite lair – Kurosaki Shun refused to back down.

Breaking him would be exquisite. Yuuri could hardly contain his glee.

"I suppose you think they're going to come find you?" Yuuri spoke at last. "I really wouldn't wait for them, if I were you. They have something more important to do." He leaned forward. "Do you really think that you're more important than finding the Professor is to them?"

One hand threaded itself through Kurosaki's hair. No matter how hard his prisoner struggled, he couldn't get away from Yuuri's touch.

"I might have to leave you here for a while, sooner or later, but they won't find you. I'm the only one who can get in here anyway."

He couldn't quite hear everything the other said, save for one word. "The Doctor's little toys? Why would I use that on you when this is so much more fun?" Yuuri whispered into his plaything's ear. "Even if they defeated me, which they can't, I wouldn't give you back to them. Better get used to being with me, Kurosaki. I'm all you've got now."

And Yuuri laughed.

The End

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