True Colors
(A/N: This is a fic with my favorite pairing in all o' YGO yaoi-ness. ^^;; If you think about it, wouldn't they look so cute together?)
It was cold outside. Very cold. Snow was falling in soft flakes around the young boy sitting under a withered tree. He sat crying, but no one cared. No one even noticed him. He stood out alright, with his neon-green hair and pastel-colored outfit on, but no one even paid him any mind.
This boy was Esper Roba. A renowned duelist, once known to use so-called 'Psychic Powers'. But that was only his brothers spying on his opponent's hands. Roba cringed at the thought of his brothers. This made his sobs louder and even more painful than before. Here he was, a tough duelist with a rep for beating everyone (that is except Joey Wheeler), and he was crying like a two-year-old. He buried his face in his arms, shaking off the ice crystals in his hair.
Another duelist stood nearby, however, watching him.
Rex Raptor, one of the ones who had succumbed to his sly trick of faux telekinesis, stood in an alley near the house where Roba was positioned. He had not seen this side of the 'psychic', and had only thought of him as, metaphorically, an insatiable and power-hungry steamroller of duelists, who had lost to the one he himself could never beat. Joey (or Wheeler, as some decided to call him) was like a god in the Duelist Kingdom tournament, and Rex had soon found, while watching the furious duel of egos between Roba and Joey, that that had hardly changed.
But Rex hadn't been himself lately. Everyone suspected something was happening to him, maybe a friend or family member moving away or dying. Coincidentally, Weevil Underwood hadn't been seen around by anyone lately. So basically, the rumors told that Weevil Underwood was dying of leukemia, which wasn't even close to the truth. Rex glanced at Roba again, at the insane ball of emotions known as Esper Roba. He was rather nebulous at times, as no one ever knew what he would do next. He tried to think of a way to get the faux psychic's attention, but he just screamed in confusion. Roba cast a sideways glance in that general direction. He saw Rex just standing there, and immediately burst into sobs again.
"Great, now everyone thinks they have to keep a watch on me! It's bad enough that...that....oh, FORGET IT!" Roba complained, a sudden mental spasm running through his mind. Rex strolled over to where the boy with the mint hair sat sobbing.
"What's wrong?" Rex asked in a calm voice.
"Get away from me." Roba snapped through clenched teeth.
"Just tell me what's wrong with you. Then I'll leave." Rex responded.
"Why are you so concerned?"
"Just tell me."
"Well." Roba began. "I.....killed my father. He was...abusive. I couldn't take it. He killed my little brother Matayo, and since then, I've been...."
"Confused about life itself."
"Yes! How'd you know..." Roba started.
"You don't need to know." Rex said quickly.
"Now it's my turn to get on your case. Why?"
"Well....I was in your position once. I had an abusive parent, my mother this time, and she.well, she tried to kill me. But my best friend jumped into the fray. And he....."
Rex paused, looking at the ground. "He died."
Roba looked shocked. "Died? Your mother actually killed this guy?"
Rex nodded. "So I did the stupidest thing I think I've ever done. I shot her."
A silence swept through the yard like the winter wind around them.
"I had...no idea. How old were you, to be able to hold and use a gun?" Roba said, suddenly feeling strong feelings of remorse towards Rex for interrogating his situation.
Rex sighed. "It was just last week, Roba. My mother was 43 and still abusing the hell out of me. I was asking about your situation for a good reason. I didn't want to tell you, but I was watching through the window when your father tried to beat your brother to death."
"If you knew what happened, then why did you ask me what was wrong?" Roba asked, suspicious.
"I already told you, I didn't want to tell you I saw what happened. Roba, I don't want you to take such drastic measures as I did......" Rex growled.
"Like you did?" Roba asked, confused. "What did you do?"
Rex rolled up a sleeve, and Roba nearly choked. A thick scar traversed nearly the entire length of the arm, just barely a scar itself. "The scar," he started, "and the item that did it." He pulled out a knife, similar in appearance to a kitchen blade. Roba's eyes welled up with tears.
"Rex, I really wouldn't have dissed you if I'd known this had happened...oh my god, no wonder you wear long sleeves.." Roba panicked, shaking like a leaf.
"And the rumors you've heard as to why I'm depressed? Not true, for that reason. Not because of me trying to kill myself, either." Rex took a deep breath.
"It's also the reason Weevil's gone missing. He's not coming back."
Roba took a moment to think over the facts. Then he realized what he thought was impossible.
"So the friend that your mother killed....."
"Weevil's been my best friend since the regional championships. We may not show it in body, but in mind, it's there. Or, rather.....was there. My mother killed him."
"Smile for a second." Roba said suddenly.
"Huh?"
"Just do it. Trust me."
Rex raised an eyebrow. He didn't want to, really. But something made it so that this was not so.
Roba turned around and pounced on him in a merciless tickle assault. How he knew Rex was ticklish, no one will probably ever guess. All he knew was that it would work. Rex managed to sneak out of it, and sat against the tree, laughing and trying to regain his breath. Roba laughed with him.
"What was THAT for?" Rex asked him, with a hint of a laugh still there.
"Well, it's just that I've hardly seen you smile at all, aside from when you were raggin' on Joey. You don't seem happy very often." Roba said, a pink so slight gracing his face that it went unnoticed.
"Well, it's because I have no one to be happy about. Parents are out of the question, my siblings are out of the house, and no one wants to date someone like me, let alone marry me."
Roba yawned. "Same crap, different day. I have the same excuse. It doesn't work anymore, mind you; I've become interested in someone as of late."
The snowfall began to lighten, but the temperature began to drop. Roba sat against the tree next to Rex, huddled into a little ball and trying to keep warm. His lips were tinged with purple, but he ignored it. He leaned his head against Rex's shoulder, and Rex turned to face him. Roba picked his head up, realizing what had happened.
Rex shrugged after a while, giving in. Roba nuzzled his head against Rex's chest and soon fell asleep. Rex gingerly picked up the frail body and brought Roba into the house. He laid him on the couch in his living room, and just sat, ever-watchful and protecting. He stroked Roba's hair for a while, slowly falling asleep, until at last he gave in to sleep....
A/N: I know that turned out REALLY crappy! Sorry --;; Yes, there's a third part. But it must be written first. This part was not a songfic, but the next one will be. My favorite song, too ^^;;
(A/N: This is a fic with my favorite pairing in all o' YGO yaoi-ness. ^^;; If you think about it, wouldn't they look so cute together?)
It was cold outside. Very cold. Snow was falling in soft flakes around the young boy sitting under a withered tree. He sat crying, but no one cared. No one even noticed him. He stood out alright, with his neon-green hair and pastel-colored outfit on, but no one even paid him any mind.
This boy was Esper Roba. A renowned duelist, once known to use so-called 'Psychic Powers'. But that was only his brothers spying on his opponent's hands. Roba cringed at the thought of his brothers. This made his sobs louder and even more painful than before. Here he was, a tough duelist with a rep for beating everyone (that is except Joey Wheeler), and he was crying like a two-year-old. He buried his face in his arms, shaking off the ice crystals in his hair.
Another duelist stood nearby, however, watching him.
Rex Raptor, one of the ones who had succumbed to his sly trick of faux telekinesis, stood in an alley near the house where Roba was positioned. He had not seen this side of the 'psychic', and had only thought of him as, metaphorically, an insatiable and power-hungry steamroller of duelists, who had lost to the one he himself could never beat. Joey (or Wheeler, as some decided to call him) was like a god in the Duelist Kingdom tournament, and Rex had soon found, while watching the furious duel of egos between Roba and Joey, that that had hardly changed.
But Rex hadn't been himself lately. Everyone suspected something was happening to him, maybe a friend or family member moving away or dying. Coincidentally, Weevil Underwood hadn't been seen around by anyone lately. So basically, the rumors told that Weevil Underwood was dying of leukemia, which wasn't even close to the truth. Rex glanced at Roba again, at the insane ball of emotions known as Esper Roba. He was rather nebulous at times, as no one ever knew what he would do next. He tried to think of a way to get the faux psychic's attention, but he just screamed in confusion. Roba cast a sideways glance in that general direction. He saw Rex just standing there, and immediately burst into sobs again.
"Great, now everyone thinks they have to keep a watch on me! It's bad enough that...that....oh, FORGET IT!" Roba complained, a sudden mental spasm running through his mind. Rex strolled over to where the boy with the mint hair sat sobbing.
"What's wrong?" Rex asked in a calm voice.
"Get away from me." Roba snapped through clenched teeth.
"Just tell me what's wrong with you. Then I'll leave." Rex responded.
"Why are you so concerned?"
"Just tell me."
"Well." Roba began. "I.....killed my father. He was...abusive. I couldn't take it. He killed my little brother Matayo, and since then, I've been...."
"Confused about life itself."
"Yes! How'd you know..." Roba started.
"You don't need to know." Rex said quickly.
"Now it's my turn to get on your case. Why?"
"Well....I was in your position once. I had an abusive parent, my mother this time, and she.well, she tried to kill me. But my best friend jumped into the fray. And he....."
Rex paused, looking at the ground. "He died."
Roba looked shocked. "Died? Your mother actually killed this guy?"
Rex nodded. "So I did the stupidest thing I think I've ever done. I shot her."
A silence swept through the yard like the winter wind around them.
"I had...no idea. How old were you, to be able to hold and use a gun?" Roba said, suddenly feeling strong feelings of remorse towards Rex for interrogating his situation.
Rex sighed. "It was just last week, Roba. My mother was 43 and still abusing the hell out of me. I was asking about your situation for a good reason. I didn't want to tell you, but I was watching through the window when your father tried to beat your brother to death."
"If you knew what happened, then why did you ask me what was wrong?" Roba asked, suspicious.
"I already told you, I didn't want to tell you I saw what happened. Roba, I don't want you to take such drastic measures as I did......" Rex growled.
"Like you did?" Roba asked, confused. "What did you do?"
Rex rolled up a sleeve, and Roba nearly choked. A thick scar traversed nearly the entire length of the arm, just barely a scar itself. "The scar," he started, "and the item that did it." He pulled out a knife, similar in appearance to a kitchen blade. Roba's eyes welled up with tears.
"Rex, I really wouldn't have dissed you if I'd known this had happened...oh my god, no wonder you wear long sleeves.." Roba panicked, shaking like a leaf.
"And the rumors you've heard as to why I'm depressed? Not true, for that reason. Not because of me trying to kill myself, either." Rex took a deep breath.
"It's also the reason Weevil's gone missing. He's not coming back."
Roba took a moment to think over the facts. Then he realized what he thought was impossible.
"So the friend that your mother killed....."
"Weevil's been my best friend since the regional championships. We may not show it in body, but in mind, it's there. Or, rather.....was there. My mother killed him."
"Smile for a second." Roba said suddenly.
"Huh?"
"Just do it. Trust me."
Rex raised an eyebrow. He didn't want to, really. But something made it so that this was not so.
Roba turned around and pounced on him in a merciless tickle assault. How he knew Rex was ticklish, no one will probably ever guess. All he knew was that it would work. Rex managed to sneak out of it, and sat against the tree, laughing and trying to regain his breath. Roba laughed with him.
"What was THAT for?" Rex asked him, with a hint of a laugh still there.
"Well, it's just that I've hardly seen you smile at all, aside from when you were raggin' on Joey. You don't seem happy very often." Roba said, a pink so slight gracing his face that it went unnoticed.
"Well, it's because I have no one to be happy about. Parents are out of the question, my siblings are out of the house, and no one wants to date someone like me, let alone marry me."
Roba yawned. "Same crap, different day. I have the same excuse. It doesn't work anymore, mind you; I've become interested in someone as of late."
The snowfall began to lighten, but the temperature began to drop. Roba sat against the tree next to Rex, huddled into a little ball and trying to keep warm. His lips were tinged with purple, but he ignored it. He leaned his head against Rex's shoulder, and Rex turned to face him. Roba picked his head up, realizing what had happened.
Rex shrugged after a while, giving in. Roba nuzzled his head against Rex's chest and soon fell asleep. Rex gingerly picked up the frail body and brought Roba into the house. He laid him on the couch in his living room, and just sat, ever-watchful and protecting. He stroked Roba's hair for a while, slowly falling asleep, until at last he gave in to sleep....
A/N: I know that turned out REALLY crappy! Sorry --;; Yes, there's a third part. But it must be written first. This part was not a songfic, but the next one will be. My favorite song, too ^^;;