22 hours.
The sky was clear that day, a few clouds scattered overhead. Nobody expected to see a deep green dragon fly over the town.
Said dragon was currently trying to convince himself that the wound was accidental. After all, Yugi hadn't ever purposely hurt anyone before, not that he was able. But now that he was able, he couldn't help but wonder just how accidental that incident was.
A few moments later, the thoughts had drifted out of his mind as he drifted in the sky. Even his sharp eyes didn't spot trouble, which definitely meant that all was peaceful. He smiled inwardly and was about to turn home when he felt warmth on his back. Wheeling around, he could see the fire spreading towards a house, most likely an out of control campfire.
He hurried to stop it, but how exactly did a dragon stop a fire? He couldn't fan it, definitely not, that would only cause the fire to spread, and he had no water. The only way he could think of was to cover it, but with what?
An idea nagged at the back of his mind. Maybe, it cried, maybe...
Having no other option, Yugi tried... he tried to weave a bowl of magic, to place over the fire. But he needed to concentrate. No flapping, that meant.
He landed by the fire, and -tried- to concentrate. But as he closed his eyes, he cold feel the fire's warmth, could see the light dancing on his eyelids.
A bowl, he thought quietly, and was delighted to see, no feel, as his eyelids were closed. He was delighted to feel his plan taking shape, to feel a dark, almost liquid-like substance begin to form over the fire. As the first tongues of fire began to lick at the barrier, he was even more delighted to feel the barrier resisting.
"What the-? Is this real?" A voice cried, and a hand ran down Yugi's scaly snout. Yugi snapped his eyes open, concentration long lost. He roared and leapt up, ready to bite the intrusion in half.
"Whoa!" The boy cried, stumbling backwards.
Yugi lifted up one gigantic paw and... stopped. As if just realizing what he was about to do, Yugi did what he'd done before. He flew away. Behind him, the fire trucks pulled in.
The clearing was easy to find. Yugi only had to fly due west for a few minutes, before the buildings began shrink, and nature began to thrive. He landed haphazardly, a few tears coming to his eyes.
"I almost killed that boy. He was just a boy," He muttered, speech a bit thick through his overlarge muzzle. "That's it. I'm a threat to everyone. Being a dragon may be fun, but..."
He prepared to change back when one vital detail came to him: he didn't know how. Yugi thought back to the sci-fi novels he'd read. In every single one, all you had to do was concentrate. Picture what you want to be in your head, and picture what it would be like to be that animal... or person.
The eyes. Start with the eyes. Amethyst. Wide. Scared. Naïve. He stopped himself. He made himself move on to the rest of the face before he drowned in self-pity. Hair. The hair was easy. Who else had such hair? Of course, the hair made it easy for the bullies to find him if he ever tried to run.
Short. Scrawny. Easy target. Unable to fight back.
Yugi nearly screamed at himself. He breathed in, and out. What's it like to me?
Instantly, he was drawn into a memory, just like so many other memories. There were the big bad bullies, and the knight in shining armor. In this case, that rescuer was Joey. And, of course, there was the little huddled mass in the corner, the prey, the one that always needed protecting. That? That was Yugi.
Yugi growled to himself, eyes slanting. "Oh yeah? Well, I don't need a protector anymore! Nobody can bully me now! Nobody, nobody, nobody! And if they try, why. I'll just eat them."
A/N: See what's happening? See? And no, Dragon master, no comment from me. Thanks to everybody who reviewed!
The sky was clear that day, a few clouds scattered overhead. Nobody expected to see a deep green dragon fly over the town.
Said dragon was currently trying to convince himself that the wound was accidental. After all, Yugi hadn't ever purposely hurt anyone before, not that he was able. But now that he was able, he couldn't help but wonder just how accidental that incident was.
A few moments later, the thoughts had drifted out of his mind as he drifted in the sky. Even his sharp eyes didn't spot trouble, which definitely meant that all was peaceful. He smiled inwardly and was about to turn home when he felt warmth on his back. Wheeling around, he could see the fire spreading towards a house, most likely an out of control campfire.
He hurried to stop it, but how exactly did a dragon stop a fire? He couldn't fan it, definitely not, that would only cause the fire to spread, and he had no water. The only way he could think of was to cover it, but with what?
An idea nagged at the back of his mind. Maybe, it cried, maybe...
Having no other option, Yugi tried... he tried to weave a bowl of magic, to place over the fire. But he needed to concentrate. No flapping, that meant.
He landed by the fire, and -tried- to concentrate. But as he closed his eyes, he cold feel the fire's warmth, could see the light dancing on his eyelids.
A bowl, he thought quietly, and was delighted to see, no feel, as his eyelids were closed. He was delighted to feel his plan taking shape, to feel a dark, almost liquid-like substance begin to form over the fire. As the first tongues of fire began to lick at the barrier, he was even more delighted to feel the barrier resisting.
"What the-? Is this real?" A voice cried, and a hand ran down Yugi's scaly snout. Yugi snapped his eyes open, concentration long lost. He roared and leapt up, ready to bite the intrusion in half.
"Whoa!" The boy cried, stumbling backwards.
Yugi lifted up one gigantic paw and... stopped. As if just realizing what he was about to do, Yugi did what he'd done before. He flew away. Behind him, the fire trucks pulled in.
The clearing was easy to find. Yugi only had to fly due west for a few minutes, before the buildings began shrink, and nature began to thrive. He landed haphazardly, a few tears coming to his eyes.
"I almost killed that boy. He was just a boy," He muttered, speech a bit thick through his overlarge muzzle. "That's it. I'm a threat to everyone. Being a dragon may be fun, but..."
He prepared to change back when one vital detail came to him: he didn't know how. Yugi thought back to the sci-fi novels he'd read. In every single one, all you had to do was concentrate. Picture what you want to be in your head, and picture what it would be like to be that animal... or person.
The eyes. Start with the eyes. Amethyst. Wide. Scared. Naïve. He stopped himself. He made himself move on to the rest of the face before he drowned in self-pity. Hair. The hair was easy. Who else had such hair? Of course, the hair made it easy for the bullies to find him if he ever tried to run.
Short. Scrawny. Easy target. Unable to fight back.
Yugi nearly screamed at himself. He breathed in, and out. What's it like to me?
Instantly, he was drawn into a memory, just like so many other memories. There were the big bad bullies, and the knight in shining armor. In this case, that rescuer was Joey. And, of course, there was the little huddled mass in the corner, the prey, the one that always needed protecting. That? That was Yugi.
Yugi growled to himself, eyes slanting. "Oh yeah? Well, I don't need a protector anymore! Nobody can bully me now! Nobody, nobody, nobody! And if they try, why. I'll just eat them."
A/N: See what's happening? See? And no, Dragon master, no comment from me. Thanks to everybody who reviewed!