Title: Proud of Your Boy
Genre: romance, hurt/comfort
Rating: T for mild language
Pairing: YamiXYugi (puzzleshipping)
Song: "Proud of Your Boy" from Aladdin
Summary: Yugi and Yami's son Dante, named after Yugi's deceased elder brother, caused an accident in the Undersea kingdom of the North Pacfic Ocean that seperated him from Yami and Yugi. And now, he seeks to make his mother and father know just how sorry he is. Yugi seeks to let him know, wherever he is, that it is all right...
Me: All right, you guys! This is a kinda strange, but sad fan fic by us!
Lucy: For anyone who has read our story, "Crystal Sea", they might recognize stuff in this! However, we have deleted our story "Crystal Sea" in order to do some changes to it, and will repost it as soon as possible!
Me: We hope you will all read our changed version of "Crystal Sea" as soon as it's up!
Lucy: Anyway, here comes a story that has to do with Yami and Yugi's precious son Dante Sennen! It starts off confusing, but it will be explained as the story goes!
Me: Please enjoy!
Chapter One: Proud of Your Boy
The first thing he did when he woke up was scream.
He had been encased in the darkness for God knows how long. It had felt like a second. It had been like a snap of the fingers, but when his eyes finally opened, he realized that it had been much longer than that.
He rocketed into a seated position, eyes wide in horror.
The area around him; his home in the kingdom of the North Pacific Ocean with his mother and father; was destroyed.
Rubble from the castle rested around him. Dead bodies from some of the servants who hadn't made it out of the way laid underneath broken and shattered pillars. The water all around him was dark, so he knew that it was late at night. It had been morning the last time he knew. How many mornings ago, he wouldn't ever know.
He rolled over so that he was sitting, his eyes wide in horror.
"M-mom?" he whispered.
His soft voice seemed to echo against the broken rubble. No one answered him right off. He shivered and held his body in his arms. He shivered again and felt cold.
"Daddy?" he breathed.
Again, no one answered him. His voice resonated back on his ears. His lavender eyes, three or four shades lighter than his mother's, went as wide as they could possibly go. His body was trembling, and tears were filling his eyes. He had never felt this afraid before. He was so scared. His mom, his father, where were they?
"Mom!" he cried. "Daddy?"
Again, no one answered his desperate cries. He called and called for them until his throat was raw. He choked and looked around, his pale pink-purple bangs fluttering around his face.
The young man leaned back and hugged himself again. It was the only comfort that he had. He closed his eyes and let some of his tears drip down his cheeks and into the surf around him. The tears vanished, adding more salt to the sea. He sniffled and thought of his mother and his dear father, whom he loved more than life itself.
Mommy, Daddy, he thought.
He remembered when he was a small child. He had been swimming with his mother and father in the gardens around the Kingdom. His mother was walking around in his second form, not the original form that he possessed when he was a merman with a ruby-colored tail.
His father was a special case.
Though he was one of those who lived in the sea, he possessed no mertail. He had a pair of legs, and was able to walk in water, keep his weight down so he didn't float off, and was able to breathe underwater.
His mother, though he called him as such, was a male.
Anyway, as he had been swimming, the young merman with a ruby tail, a lighter shade than his mother's whenever his mother was in his original merman form, slammed into one of the pillars. He gasped and collapsed onto the cobblestone floor.
His mother and father stopped and turned towards him.
The young man, only four at the time, started to cry. His father smiled softly and walked over to him. He knelt down and wrapped his arms around his young son in an attempt at comforting him.
"My silly son," his father had whispered. "My dear sweet Dante, you must watch where you are going."
The young man, named Dante after his mother's deceased brother, sniffled and pouted. "But I was watching the sun, Daddy," he pointed his tiny, chubby hand to the surface of the ocean, where the sun was peeking through. "It was pretty."
His father chuckled. "You're just like your mother," he said.
Dante's mother pouted and walked over to his husband and his son. He knelt down beside his husband and took Dante into his arms. "You silly, silly little elf-child," he laughed. "You can see the sun anytime. You must watch where you are walking."
Dante pouted. "Yes, Mommy."
His mother chuckled and hugged him. Dante found himself looking down at his mother's legs. Usually, his mother sported a ruby merman's tail, but now he was in his second form. This was different from his human form, which Dante had only seen once before.
Dante, the young man, snapped back from his memories and looked up at the surface of the ocean, a good few leagues above where he was currently perched.
The moon flittered through the surface of the water.
Dante sniffled, now sixteen, and looked around in horror.
So many questions raced through his mind. Where were his mother and father? What had happened? What had destroyed his home? Were his parents alive still?
The young merman prince gasped as a memory came back.
He saw himself yelling at one of the servants. His parents were standing near the servant and trying to calm Dante down. Dante was yelling about going to the surface, and the servant was arguing with Dante about how he was too young. Dante's parents were trying to calm him down so they could speak with the servant about letting Dante go to the surface. The servant, though she should have listened to the king and queen, would not stop shrieking.
Finally, Dante had had enough.
"I never fucking asked for this! I never wanted to be a fucking prince-!"
The water around them had started churning after that. Dante had seen his mother's eyes widen, and his father clung to his husband. Dante's mom reached towards him with hopeful eyes.
"Dante, calm down!"
Dante had yelled after that, throwning a tempertantrum, and his vision had gone black. He heard the screams, heard the water around him churn as his magic mingled with it and caused a tsunami and a storm underwater, but he hadn't stopped. His storm, the storm of his rage and pain, had torn apart his kingdom.
The young man snapped into reality again and shivered.
"T-this was... my fault?" he whispered.
He looked around at the horrors of the destroyed kingdom. It was such a loving kingdom, so lovely and full of life, and now, thanks to Dante, it was a pile of thick rubble that made the North Pacific sea a horrible place to exist.
"I-I did this?" he breathed.
Dante choked and couldn't breathe. He looked at the dead bodies all around his feet and shuddered. He could only think of his parents. Were they alive still? Were they angry with him?
"Mom... Dad..." Dante whispered.
He rose up and stood in the mix of the rubble. He looked around, his eyes watering. He couldn't see any sign of them. Where had they gone? He looked down at the piles of rubble. Hands, hair, and pale red tails were sticking from underneath it. Some clothes were scattered around, and any of it could have belonged to his parents.
Dante shivered and hugged his body again. Tears filled his lavender eyes, and his purple-pinlk bangs fell before his eyes. His spiked blond and black hair, just like his mother and father's only reverse, seemed to turn darker in the water.
"MOM-!" he shouted to the heavens. "DAD-!"
He dropped to the ground and sobbed loudly. He wailed and screamed for his mother and father. Where were they? What was happening to them right now? Were they all right?
"Mommy," Dante whispered. "Daddy."
An image of his mother and father flashed through his mind. His sweet mother; spiked black and red hair with blond bangs and gentle purple eyes; and his dear father; a super-attractive young man in his thirties with spiked black and red hair, blond bangs, and bright crimson eyes. They were smiling and holding one another close, and in between them with a smile on his face was Dante.
Dante sniffled and looked to the heavens. "Mom," he whispered, his voice starting to crack with sorrow. "This is all my fault. Wherever you and Daddy are, I'm so, so sorry."
The young man stood up and closed his eyes.
Proud of your boy
I'll make you proud of your boy
Believe me, bad as I've been, Ma
You're in for a pleasant surprise
He knew it wasn't the best time to be singing, but he needed to calm himself down. If he stayed panicked like he was, he'd be bound to cause yet another tidal wave and destroy something else.
I've wasted time
I've wasted me
So say I'm slow for my age
A late bloomer, Okay, I agree
Dante rose up and looked around at the rubble.
His heart sank when he thought of all the people he had known who were now dead. He was all alone now. At least, he was if his parents were somewhere buried in that rubble.
That I've been one rotten kid
Some son, some pride and some joy
But I'll get over these lousin' up
Messin' up, screwin' up times
You'll see, Ma, now comes the better part
Someone's gonna make good
Cross his stupid heart
Make good and finally make you
Proud of your boy
How far had his tidal wave reached, he wondered.
Was Noah, the daughter of the prince Bakura and prince Ryou, still alive? Or had the girl he had a crush on and her entire kingdom get swallowed up by Dante's tempertantrum?
Was Slade, son of prince Marik and prince Malik, still alive? Was their kingdom destroyed by him as well?
Was his friend Alex, the daughter of prince Kaiba and prince Jonouchi, still breathing? Or was she buried in a pile of rubble with her parents, her death caused by Dante?
What if he was all alone now?
Tell me that I've been a louse and loafer
You won't get a fight here, no ma'am
Say I'm a goldbrick, a good-off, no good
But that couldn't be all that I am
Dante shivered at the thought of being all alone. He needed to know if his parents were all right. And if that meant swimming through all of the seas and searching every square inch, then he would.
He would search the entire world; both land and sea; if it meant he could find his parents.
Water flows under the bridge
Let it pass, let it go
There's no good reason that you should believe me
Not yet, I know, but
Someday and soon
I'll make you proud of your boy
Though I can't make myself taller
Or smatter or handsome or wise
Dante stopped for a moment and looked up at the moon that shone from the surface. It seemed to beam down and hold him in a spotlight. Dante felt all alone for the first time.
But somehow, he felt like his mother and father were smiling down on him.
Thinking that they were dead made him feel cold, but at the same time, the small strip of moonlight made him feel as if they were alive somewhere and that they were looking for him.
I'll do my best, what else can I do ?
Since I wasn't born perfect like Dad or you
Mom, I will try to
Try hard to make you
Proud of your boy
Dante stopped his song and curled up on the ground, laying with his back to the cold sand. He shivered and rubbed his arms, where goosebumps had started to form.
He looked up and frowned.
"Mommy," he whispered. "Daddy..."
Seeing that he was all alone, Dante closed his eyes and let himself slip back into the darkness of sleep. He was all alone in the kingdom of the North Pacific sea, and he knew that he deserved it. He had caused this, and no matter what happened, even if he was to remain alone for the rest of his life, he would find his parents, dead or alive.
In the South Pacific Ocean, right at the border between the North Pacific and the South, the sun was still a long way from rising. The water was a bit on the cold side, but it was tolerable.
The moonlight wasn't shining down in this area.
It was naturally a fairly light place, so it was good enough to be able to see. The sun would rise in a couple hours, and then the sea would get a tad warmer than it was now. It would be alive with fish of all colors, and boats that would skim the surface of the deep ocean. Fish would be brung to nets and brought home, but some would be thrown back.
"No... No-!"
"Yugi, calm down!"
"No! Yami, where is he? Dante? Dante! Dante, where are you?"
"Yugi!"
Yami Sennen, current king of the North Pacific kingdom and descendent of the forgotten and lost kingdom of Panthalassa, named after the ocean as it had been when the world was the super-continent known as Pangea, caught his beloved in his arms.
Yugi, his huusband for over had been swimming around frantically, screaming and shouting their sixteen-year-old son Dante's name for about an hour, ever since he had woken up.
Yugi struggled in his husband's arms.
Yami held him tighter and looked down at him. Yugi looked just as he had that day Yami had first seen him in the castle. He was currently in his merman form; sporting a ruby-colored merman tail; and his purple eyes were filled with tears. He was shivering, and Yami knew that his beloved husband was going to start crying any second.
"Yugi," Yami whispered, brushing away the unshed tears. "Calm down."
Yugi shook his head as fast as he could. "No, no," he whispered, his tone urgent. "Yami, we must find him! He could be hurt! Dante! Dante, where are you? Yami, our son! Where is he?"
Yami frowned. "I don't know, Yugi."
Yami hated having to say that. His words made Yugi look even more horrified. Yugi started to struggle and shout for his son again, and he started to cry and reach anywhere, as if his son would magically appear.
"Yugi!" Yami snapped.
He spun his husband, who had been his husband for eighteen years, around and held him in a comforting embrace. Yugi stopped flailing, but continued to cry. He held Yami and cried into his chest. Yami cradled him in his arms and whispered calming words to him. Truth be told, Yami was just as worried about their son, but he knew they needed to be calm.
"Yugi, stay calm," Yami breathed. "Dante's all right."
Yugi sniffled. "How?" he breathed just as softly as his husband. "How can you be so sure that he's not dead somewhere, Yami? How can you be so sure that he's all right?"
Yami stroked his beloved's cheek. "Because if he were hurt-" Yami started. "-you'd know."
Yugi sniffled and nodded. Being in the position of power that he was, if someone, anyone, in the sea were hurt, then Yugi would know. He would feel a sharp pain in the side of his head, and then he'd get a vision that would show him what was happening. Yugi had felt horrible pains after Dante had his tempertanturm and the storm carried them away. He knew his people, or the majority of those in his kingdom, must have been killed in the storm.
Yami smiled softly and embraced his husband. "Calm down, Yugi," he whispered. "We'll find our son. I'm worried, but we need to stay calm or else we will panic and lose track of what's going on."
Yugi nodded and looked at the ground.
Yami sensed his pain and stroked his husband's cheek again. "My beloved," he whispered. "Right now, Dante probably thinks we're mad at him for this, if he even thinks we're alive."
"But he must have saved us," Yugi thought. "We were carried here by the storm and unharmed."
Yami nodded slowly. "Yes, I know that, Yugi," he whispered. "But even if Dante knows that, he probably thinks that we are angry at him for causing this. We need to find him and say that we arent."
Yugi looked to the skies.
"Yugi?" Yami whispered his husband's name.
Yugi closed his eyes and opened his lips, getting ready to sing. He knew it wasn't the right time, but he felt that if his song could be carried and reach his son, then Dante'd know that it was all right.
Proud of my boy
I've always been proud of my boy
Believe me, bad as you've been, Son
You're in for a pleasant surprise
You've wasted time
You've wasted me
So say You're slow for you age
A late bloomer, I don't agree
That you've been one amazing kid
My son, my pride and my joy
But you'll get over these lousin' up
Messin' up, screwin' up times
Yami closed his eyes and held Yugi in his arms and sang with him. They both sang and hoped that the currents would carry their song all the way to the center of the North Pacific.
You'll see, son, now comes the better part
Someone's gonna make good
Cross his stupid heart
Make good and finally make you see
I'm proud of my boy
Tell me that you've been a louse and loafer
You'll get a fight here, indeed son
Say you're a goldbrick, a good-off, no good
But that couldn't be all that you are
Water flows under the bridge
I let it pass, I let it go
There's a very good reason that I should believe you
Right now, I know, but
They felt the current gently brushing over them, as if it were carrying their message. Yugi knew that if Dante heard it, he would know that they were not upset at him.
Someday and soon
I'll make you see that I'm proud of my boy
Though you can't make yourself taller
Or smatter or handsome or wise
I'll do my best, what else can I do ?
Since you say you weren't born perfect like Dad or me
Son, we will try to
Try hard to make you
See that we're proud of our boy
Yami turned to Yugi and brushed his hand over his cheek. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Then they looked to the skies, to the sun that was starting to rise over the sea.
They both nodded and then headed back towards the North Pacific. They would find their son, even if it took them the rest of their lives. They had to find Dante and let him know that it was all right. Yugi and Yami would find him and hold him and tell him it was okay. They looked to each other one more time and looked forward as they continued on.
Whever their son was, they would find him.
Me: Awwww! Poor Dante! Yugi and Yami need to find him!
Lucy: What will happen if they don't? Anyway, we will repost our story Crystal Sea as soon as possible and maybe we will add this part to the story line as soon as possible!
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