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"He...it's like he knows, even though I haven't told him. I guess I've been a little flirtatious, I tend to get like that with people I like. It's just...it seems he might like me back, but he's afraid to tell me, like something awful's going to happen if he does." He sighs, running a hand through his spiky hair. "Maybe if I just told him...but what if I'm wrong?"
"Don't look at me. The only relationship I had lasted half an hour." He gapes at me, his mouth open wide. "There aren't any flies to catch." He closes his plush, pink lips...did I just think plush? Hm. Well, it can't be denied there's a certain appeal to him, kind of like a small innocent child...holy shit.
"That short? I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't be. Keep going, this is interesting for me; there's not much to do out here besides clean the place." Could he be the Innocenti? The one we've been searching for all this time? Everything he does exudes pure goodness, it's overwhelming.
"That's not even half of it. I come here often, usually at night. It's always been so tranquil here in the woods...but a few months ago I started to hear voices. It was a beautiful sound, so many harmonies at one time. I kept running towards it, trying to find it. It would get louder and louder and then it would just die away.
"Finally, last night I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see where it was coming from. I ran and I ran, the tune sounding so close...and then I got dizzy, colours were flashing through my eyes. I tried to get rid of them, I needed to see who was singing that music..." Tears start to fall down his cheeks, and I stop my cleaning to step closer.
"You must think I'm crazy, going on about hearing voices and seeing colours in the middle of the night. I just...I need to be there, to be a part of it all, to add my voice...I think I'll go insane if I don't..." He bursts into tears, and I find myself with my hand on his shoulder, far too close to him for my own good. "I need...I need to be with them..."
"I know what you mean."
"You're just humouring me, aren't you? Trying to pacify me until you get a chance to call an asylum."
"Please. If I did that they'd cart me away and leave you behind." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. Yugi stands up, making no motion to remove my hand from his shoulder.
"I should go now. Thank you for listening to me." To my surprise, he holds me, and I can feel a gentle warmth spread through my body. If this is what it's like to hold him, I wonder what it would be like to fuck him. He looks up at me, his purple orbs shining with past tears and smiles, a true smile this time. He had better release me soon, or he's not going to be able to walk straight, or even stand upright for what I'd like to do to him. Yugi lets go and walks out the door, closing it gently. I honestly think he's the one...
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We sit at the firelight, our palms pressed together, awaiting the serenity that flows through us with our song. Slowly, Joey starts it off, his voice hitting a low c. We all follow, our blood mingling with one another, the lovely feeling washing over us in gentle waves. As our voices rise, the feeling becomes stronger, just bordering on the edge of passion. We die down, the power slowly ebbing away. The white light fades and I open my eyes...Joey looks like he's on the verge of a breakdown. The others pay no heed, and the prayer ritual begins.
"By my word...may what we do not harm a single undeserving being on this earth." Hm, I wonder who Seto thinks is deserving of harm.
"By my word...I pray we gain the knowledge to make a difference in our world." That would be Ryou, always thirsting to know more.
"By my word...may our search be not in vain, that we shall gain power beyond limits." Stupid-ass power-hungry Bakura. If Yugi IS the innocenti, I'll pay with my life to keep him away from that white-haired bastard.
"By my word...may we stand together for all eternity." Looks like the newbie really likes the group. Otogi's always been one for stability, from what I've gathered.
"By my word...may lovers rejoice on this eve of celebration." Translation: Yami wants Seto after the ritual. Maybe that's why Joey looks so depressed; I imagine it would be hard to watch someone else make suggestive comments to the one you lost your virginity to. Yes, the story of Yami, Seto and Joey is a complicated one. It's best not to elaborate.
"By my word..." the blond takes in a shaky breath. It's as if something large is weighted on his shoulders. "I pray for guidance in my decision." What decision? Well, he isn't saying anything else, so I guess it's my turn.
"By my word...I pray for the young one to find his choir and join his voice." They all look at me strangely. Of course they would, they have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, after all. It wouldn't be wise to mention Yugi. I don't thing they like visitors here.
"Joey? Malik?"
We turn, and there, shining in the dull moonlight, is Yugi, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and a need so great it almost blows me away. I sneak a glance at the rest of the seekers. Yes, I'm sure they can feel it too, the purity that he emanates is so powerful that no one, not one of us could ignore it. Seto stands and walks over to where the boy is standing, while Yami is hurriedly looking through our Daryni, sort of our 'Bible' if you will.
"What is your name."
"Yugi." he answers, looking over Seto thoughtfully. Suddenly Joey springs up, runs over and pulls Yugi away from the brunette.
"You can't! You can't do this! He can't be the one!" Crystal tears run down the blond's face, and I can't help but wonder if Joey is the best friend Yugi was talking about.
"You can feel his power as well as the rest of us, Joey. We need that power in order to survive. We will die off without it and our generation will cease to exist."
"Now that we've found him we have no more means of existing anyways. We formed to seek. Now we've found, so what else is there left to do?" He was screaming now, clutching Yugi like a mother clings to her child.
"We finish the ritual and we become the chosen ones." states Seto, his face neutral.
"No...he doesn't deserve this! He never did anything!"
Yami whistles in order to draw attention to himself, the high pitched noise making me cover my ears. I hate loud whistling.
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One more part left! You can do it!
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"He...it's like he knows, even though I haven't told him. I guess I've been a little flirtatious, I tend to get like that with people I like. It's just...it seems he might like me back, but he's afraid to tell me, like something awful's going to happen if he does." He sighs, running a hand through his spiky hair. "Maybe if I just told him...but what if I'm wrong?"
"Don't look at me. The only relationship I had lasted half an hour." He gapes at me, his mouth open wide. "There aren't any flies to catch." He closes his plush, pink lips...did I just think plush? Hm. Well, it can't be denied there's a certain appeal to him, kind of like a small innocent child...holy shit.
"That short? I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't be. Keep going, this is interesting for me; there's not much to do out here besides clean the place." Could he be the Innocenti? The one we've been searching for all this time? Everything he does exudes pure goodness, it's overwhelming.
"That's not even half of it. I come here often, usually at night. It's always been so tranquil here in the woods...but a few months ago I started to hear voices. It was a beautiful sound, so many harmonies at one time. I kept running towards it, trying to find it. It would get louder and louder and then it would just die away.
"Finally, last night I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see where it was coming from. I ran and I ran, the tune sounding so close...and then I got dizzy, colours were flashing through my eyes. I tried to get rid of them, I needed to see who was singing that music..." Tears start to fall down his cheeks, and I stop my cleaning to step closer.
"You must think I'm crazy, going on about hearing voices and seeing colours in the middle of the night. I just...I need to be there, to be a part of it all, to add my voice...I think I'll go insane if I don't..." He bursts into tears, and I find myself with my hand on his shoulder, far too close to him for my own good. "I need...I need to be with them..."
"I know what you mean."
"You're just humouring me, aren't you? Trying to pacify me until you get a chance to call an asylum."
"Please. If I did that they'd cart me away and leave you behind." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. Yugi stands up, making no motion to remove my hand from his shoulder.
"I should go now. Thank you for listening to me." To my surprise, he holds me, and I can feel a gentle warmth spread through my body. If this is what it's like to hold him, I wonder what it would be like to fuck him. He looks up at me, his purple orbs shining with past tears and smiles, a true smile this time. He had better release me soon, or he's not going to be able to walk straight, or even stand upright for what I'd like to do to him. Yugi lets go and walks out the door, closing it gently. I honestly think he's the one...
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We sit at the firelight, our palms pressed together, awaiting the serenity that flows through us with our song. Slowly, Joey starts it off, his voice hitting a low c. We all follow, our blood mingling with one another, the lovely feeling washing over us in gentle waves. As our voices rise, the feeling becomes stronger, just bordering on the edge of passion. We die down, the power slowly ebbing away. The white light fades and I open my eyes...Joey looks like he's on the verge of a breakdown. The others pay no heed, and the prayer ritual begins.
"By my word...may what we do not harm a single undeserving being on this earth." Hm, I wonder who Seto thinks is deserving of harm.
"By my word...I pray we gain the knowledge to make a difference in our world." That would be Ryou, always thirsting to know more.
"By my word...may our search be not in vain, that we shall gain power beyond limits." Stupid-ass power-hungry Bakura. If Yugi IS the innocenti, I'll pay with my life to keep him away from that white-haired bastard.
"By my word...may we stand together for all eternity." Looks like the newbie really likes the group. Otogi's always been one for stability, from what I've gathered.
"By my word...may lovers rejoice on this eve of celebration." Translation: Yami wants Seto after the ritual. Maybe that's why Joey looks so depressed; I imagine it would be hard to watch someone else make suggestive comments to the one you lost your virginity to. Yes, the story of Yami, Seto and Joey is a complicated one. It's best not to elaborate.
"By my word..." the blond takes in a shaky breath. It's as if something large is weighted on his shoulders. "I pray for guidance in my decision." What decision? Well, he isn't saying anything else, so I guess it's my turn.
"By my word...I pray for the young one to find his choir and join his voice." They all look at me strangely. Of course they would, they have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, after all. It wouldn't be wise to mention Yugi. I don't thing they like visitors here.
"Joey? Malik?"
We turn, and there, shining in the dull moonlight, is Yugi, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and a need so great it almost blows me away. I sneak a glance at the rest of the seekers. Yes, I'm sure they can feel it too, the purity that he emanates is so powerful that no one, not one of us could ignore it. Seto stands and walks over to where the boy is standing, while Yami is hurriedly looking through our Daryni, sort of our 'Bible' if you will.
"What is your name."
"Yugi." he answers, looking over Seto thoughtfully. Suddenly Joey springs up, runs over and pulls Yugi away from the brunette.
"You can't! You can't do this! He can't be the one!" Crystal tears run down the blond's face, and I can't help but wonder if Joey is the best friend Yugi was talking about.
"You can feel his power as well as the rest of us, Joey. We need that power in order to survive. We will die off without it and our generation will cease to exist."
"Now that we've found him we have no more means of existing anyways. We formed to seek. Now we've found, so what else is there left to do?" He was screaming now, clutching Yugi like a mother clings to her child.
"We finish the ritual and we become the chosen ones." states Seto, his face neutral.
"No...he doesn't deserve this! He never did anything!"
Yami whistles in order to draw attention to himself, the high pitched noise making me cover my ears. I hate loud whistling.
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One more part left! You can do it!