Title: It's a Cruel Summer
Author: D (Insomniac Writer D)
FFN ID: Yami Anime Writer
Email: yamiyugioh@earthlink.net
Website: http://home.earthlink.net/~yamiyugioh
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! (American Version)
Category: Fan Fiction \ Anime \ Yu-Gi-Oh
Genre: Angst / Romance
Rating: PG-13 for language and fluff
Disclaimer: Blahblahblah, don't own 'em, blahblahblah, no money, blahblahblah, don't sue me!
Author's Note: This is a first for me... Hmm... But since my muses are so insistent (*glares at Yami and Yugi*), this story is a bit...fluffy. It's the general yaoi pairing that I actually can stand to see (i.e. Yami/Yugi), so I didn't mind working on it too much, except they kept trying to take it one step further and press the ratings. Based in Ancient Egypt (FYI: known as Kemet at the time, though the spelling of the kingdom is questionable with lack of vowels in the original language). This story is also a song fic, revolving around the song Cruel Summer by Ace of Base. Well, I hope you enjoy the story! After reading it, please make sure to leave a review! Thanks! ~ D
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:: Chapter One ::
Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning
I sit around
Trying to smile but the air is so heavy and dry...
A lone boy sat at on the hard-packed sand, tears flowing freely from dark violet eyes. Blond bangs, brightly contrasted against his black and red spikes, hung down into his eyes. His tattered clothing, or what remained of it, hung loosely on him, his skin caked with dirt, sand, sweat, and blood.
His last family member that he was aware of had been killed by a merchant for trying to steal some food for Yugi. His grandfather, the said family member, had bled to death when the merchant had sliced both of the old man's hands off.
The sun beat down relentlessly on the boy, who was trying his best to take shelter in the retreating shade cast by the building to his back. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the heavily built guard standing over him.
Strange voices are saying (ah what did they say)
Things I can't understand
It's too close to comfort this heat has got right out of hand...
"Boy! Are you deaf or just dumb? Boy, pay attention!" the guard yelled directly into his ear. This finally caught the youth's attention as he quickly looked up to meet the ice-cold blue eyes of the guard.
"About time," the guard muttered irritably. "What are you doing here? Do you not know where you sit?" When the boy just stared at him blankly, he growled, "Fool! You are outside the palace! Now either get going or else!"
The boy continued to stare, tears still flowing from his eyes. The palace?! How did I get to the palace? I...
The guard lost all patience with him, grabbing what little remained of the boy's shirt and hauled him roughly to his feet. He dragged the youth behind him toward the palace door, muttering to himself the whole time.
Suffering from the heat, the boy fell into the peaceful black oblivion of unconsciousness.
It's a cruel, cruel summer,
Leaving me, leaving me here on my own.
It's a cruel, cruel summer,
Now you're gone.
You're not the only one...
The boy woke up to find himself in a dark, damp room. He yawned, stretching his sore muscles. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized he was no longer on the streets, but instead in a cell.
Panic washed over him as his gaze searched frantically for anyone else in the room or a way out. He was alone. Completely and utterly alone now, with not even his grandfather to comfort him.
The sound of heavy footsteps, and a pair of lighter, quicker ones, caught his attention. He stood up quickly, turning toward the source of the sound. He listened closely as the bar holding the door firmly shut was removed. The door was swung open, and a young man, a few years older than himself, entered the room, followed by two protesting guards.
"O Great One, I really do not think it wise to--"
"Silence!" the young man ordered. The guard did as told, though did not look at all pleased with the situation.
Both guards turned angry glares on the youth, as if it were his fault that the older boy was ordering them to silence. That's when he noticed the boy himself.
His eyes widened as he took in the form almost perfectly identical to his own. The boy was taller than he, and definitely older, by at least four or five years. They both shared the same hair color and style, save for the older boy's spikes having blond streaks adorning them. And upon closer inspection, he could tell the boy's eyes were more of a ruby red than a violet, such as his own.
"Your name?" the older boy asked, clearly loosing his patience. It was then that the youth realized he had been asked this more than once.
"Yugi..." He involuntarily took a step back away from the older boy as fear washed over him. The look in those almost blood-red eyes scared the younger boy more than the loss of his grandfather, for now he feared his own life.
The older boy smiled darkly. "Yugi. I like that name. I am Yami. Come with me."
Yami? As in... No, it couldn't be! It couldn't be the pharaoh! It just couldn't...
Yami's smile darkened into a smirk as he saw the realization form in Yugi's eyes. He nodded in confirmation, turning sharply on his heel and marching out of the cell, waving a hand dismissively at the guards.
Not knowing what else to do, as he certainly didn't want to stay in the cell, he followed the pharaoh warily.
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Author's Note: Well, I hope you enjoyed this fic. It actually gets fluffy later, but it's already past time for me to get to bed, and I'm dead tired as it is, plus I have a performance tomorrow (the joys of being in band... -.-' ). Please leave a review! If you have any fics of your own up, I'll try to return the favor. Tootles! ^__^
~ D
Author: D (Insomniac Writer D)
FFN ID: Yami Anime Writer
Email: yamiyugioh@earthlink.net
Website: http://home.earthlink.net/~yamiyugioh
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! (American Version)
Category: Fan Fiction \ Anime \ Yu-Gi-Oh
Genre: Angst / Romance
Rating: PG-13 for language and fluff
Disclaimer: Blahblahblah, don't own 'em, blahblahblah, no money, blahblahblah, don't sue me!
Author's Note: This is a first for me... Hmm... But since my muses are so insistent (*glares at Yami and Yugi*), this story is a bit...fluffy. It's the general yaoi pairing that I actually can stand to see (i.e. Yami/Yugi), so I didn't mind working on it too much, except they kept trying to take it one step further and press the ratings. Based in Ancient Egypt (FYI: known as Kemet at the time, though the spelling of the kingdom is questionable with lack of vowels in the original language). This story is also a song fic, revolving around the song Cruel Summer by Ace of Base. Well, I hope you enjoy the story! After reading it, please make sure to leave a review! Thanks! ~ D
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:: Chapter One ::
Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning
I sit around
Trying to smile but the air is so heavy and dry...
A lone boy sat at on the hard-packed sand, tears flowing freely from dark violet eyes. Blond bangs, brightly contrasted against his black and red spikes, hung down into his eyes. His tattered clothing, or what remained of it, hung loosely on him, his skin caked with dirt, sand, sweat, and blood.
His last family member that he was aware of had been killed by a merchant for trying to steal some food for Yugi. His grandfather, the said family member, had bled to death when the merchant had sliced both of the old man's hands off.
The sun beat down relentlessly on the boy, who was trying his best to take shelter in the retreating shade cast by the building to his back. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the heavily built guard standing over him.
Strange voices are saying (ah what did they say)
Things I can't understand
It's too close to comfort this heat has got right out of hand...
"Boy! Are you deaf or just dumb? Boy, pay attention!" the guard yelled directly into his ear. This finally caught the youth's attention as he quickly looked up to meet the ice-cold blue eyes of the guard.
"About time," the guard muttered irritably. "What are you doing here? Do you not know where you sit?" When the boy just stared at him blankly, he growled, "Fool! You are outside the palace! Now either get going or else!"
The boy continued to stare, tears still flowing from his eyes. The palace?! How did I get to the palace? I...
The guard lost all patience with him, grabbing what little remained of the boy's shirt and hauled him roughly to his feet. He dragged the youth behind him toward the palace door, muttering to himself the whole time.
Suffering from the heat, the boy fell into the peaceful black oblivion of unconsciousness.
It's a cruel, cruel summer,
Leaving me, leaving me here on my own.
It's a cruel, cruel summer,
Now you're gone.
You're not the only one...
The boy woke up to find himself in a dark, damp room. He yawned, stretching his sore muscles. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized he was no longer on the streets, but instead in a cell.
Panic washed over him as his gaze searched frantically for anyone else in the room or a way out. He was alone. Completely and utterly alone now, with not even his grandfather to comfort him.
The sound of heavy footsteps, and a pair of lighter, quicker ones, caught his attention. He stood up quickly, turning toward the source of the sound. He listened closely as the bar holding the door firmly shut was removed. The door was swung open, and a young man, a few years older than himself, entered the room, followed by two protesting guards.
"O Great One, I really do not think it wise to--"
"Silence!" the young man ordered. The guard did as told, though did not look at all pleased with the situation.
Both guards turned angry glares on the youth, as if it were his fault that the older boy was ordering them to silence. That's when he noticed the boy himself.
His eyes widened as he took in the form almost perfectly identical to his own. The boy was taller than he, and definitely older, by at least four or five years. They both shared the same hair color and style, save for the older boy's spikes having blond streaks adorning them. And upon closer inspection, he could tell the boy's eyes were more of a ruby red than a violet, such as his own.
"Your name?" the older boy asked, clearly loosing his patience. It was then that the youth realized he had been asked this more than once.
"Yugi..." He involuntarily took a step back away from the older boy as fear washed over him. The look in those almost blood-red eyes scared the younger boy more than the loss of his grandfather, for now he feared his own life.
The older boy smiled darkly. "Yugi. I like that name. I am Yami. Come with me."
Yami? As in... No, it couldn't be! It couldn't be the pharaoh! It just couldn't...
Yami's smile darkened into a smirk as he saw the realization form in Yugi's eyes. He nodded in confirmation, turning sharply on his heel and marching out of the cell, waving a hand dismissively at the guards.
Not knowing what else to do, as he certainly didn't want to stay in the cell, he followed the pharaoh warily.
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Author's Note: Well, I hope you enjoyed this fic. It actually gets fluffy later, but it's already past time for me to get to bed, and I'm dead tired as it is, plus I have a performance tomorrow (the joys of being in band... -.-' ). Please leave a review! If you have any fics of your own up, I'll try to return the favor. Tootles! ^__^
~ D