Chapter four: Angry words mean nothing. right?
When morning came Yami woke up and tapped Seth on the shoulder. "Seth. Seth, wake up. It's time to start training for the tournament." Yami kept tapping Seth on the shoulder until the boy's eyes fluttered open. "What tournament master?" Seth asked with a bit of surprise showing in his eyes. "The duelmonsters tournament in a few days. I'm taking place in it, and you're going to be my monster." When these words left the prince's mouth, pure fear shot through Seth's eyes. "B-but don't monsters. kill each other in those kind of tournaments?" "Yes they kill each other Seth, but that's why I'm going to train you. That way you will surely kill any monster that crosses your path in that tournament." "B-but I don't want to kill anyone." "Seth, it's just a tournament to test one's skill in fighting. Nothing bad will happen. Just slice off a few heads, or do some shadow magic with death spell's and I'm sure everything will be just fine-" "You are heartless." Seth interrupted quietly. "What?" Yami asked with pure shock. "All of you humans are heartless. you make us mons fight for your own sick pleasure. We hate fighting. except for the mons who are bloodthirsty." He explained with tears welling up in the icy depths of those sapphire eyes.
"I'm not going to fight in that meaningless tournament."Seth said firmly. "How dare you talk back to me slave! You are going to fight in that tournament no matter what!" Yami shouted with the rage showing in his voice. "No I'm not." Seth whispered quietly. "What!?" "I said I'm not going!!" the boy shouted through his tears. Just then Yami did the worst thing he could ever think of. he back- handed Seth. Seth's head shot to the side with the force of the hit. Now Seth wasn't trying to hold in his tears, he let them flow freely down his pale face. Seth stared up at the once forgiving prince that he had grown so close to in only one night with fear stricken eyes. Once the prince had registered what he had done, he was for once scared at what the magician might do. "Seth. I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to hit you." Yami's words were full of regret. It seemed that Yami's apologize was unheard of, because when he tried to walk towards Seth, the frightened slave stood up, whispered a spell, and disappeared. Yami stopped in his tracks and turned around to see Seth appear in front of him and run out the door. Without one word or curse, Yami shot out the door to follow Seth.
On the way out of the palace, a bunch of guards tried to stop Seth, but with one spell said, the guards froze in their tracks. Seth ran past the frozen guards and quietly apologized for the mishap. Yami was close on Seth's tail out in the sand, when Seth accidentally tripped and landed hard enough on the sand to knock the air straight out of his lungs. Seth was now sitting on the sand trying in vain to get up and run, but the lack of air in his lungs made his legs paralyzed so he couldn't get up fast enough. Soon Yami was in front of the slave. "You are going to enter that tournament weather you like it or not. give me your hand." Yami tried to give Seth a hand to help him get up, but Seth looked away and started crying more. "Seth give me your hand!" Yami's patience was running thin now, and he didn't want to hurt the slave anymore than he already did. "No. I don't want to fight. I want peace, not war." Seth choked out in between sobs. "Seth. I really don't care what you think." Yami said firmly. 'Yes I do. I do care about you think Seth.' Yami thought sadly to himself. Seth stood up and tried to run away, but this time Yami was ready. The prince reached out, grabbed Seth by the waist, slung him over his shoulder roughly, and started walking back to the palace.
Once they were back in Yami's room, the prince set the crying slave down on the bed. "Seth, if you don't cooperate with me. things like this will keep happening." Yami explained in a soft yet firm voice. "B-but I don't w-want to fight any o-other mons master." Seth explained with fear and sadness in his voice. "Like I said Seth, I don't care what you think. you are going to fight in that tournament, and you are going to listen to my every command when I'm training you understand?" Yami explained softly. Seth was quiet. "Do you understand!?" Yami shouted this time. "I hate you." Seth said quietly. "What did you say?" Yami asked. "I said I hate you." Seth said a little louder. Yami was aback by Seth's words. Seth turned around to stare sadly out the window. Yami turned his back and bowed his head. 'He hates me? It's just words though. I mean. Angry words mean nothing. right?'
Well. that's it for now until I can right another chappie for all of you!
By the way. the ages in the fic would be: Yami:17 Seth:16
I know it's confusing, sorry about that. but Yami's father hasn't died yet ^_^;
When morning came Yami woke up and tapped Seth on the shoulder. "Seth. Seth, wake up. It's time to start training for the tournament." Yami kept tapping Seth on the shoulder until the boy's eyes fluttered open. "What tournament master?" Seth asked with a bit of surprise showing in his eyes. "The duelmonsters tournament in a few days. I'm taking place in it, and you're going to be my monster." When these words left the prince's mouth, pure fear shot through Seth's eyes. "B-but don't monsters. kill each other in those kind of tournaments?" "Yes they kill each other Seth, but that's why I'm going to train you. That way you will surely kill any monster that crosses your path in that tournament." "B-but I don't want to kill anyone." "Seth, it's just a tournament to test one's skill in fighting. Nothing bad will happen. Just slice off a few heads, or do some shadow magic with death spell's and I'm sure everything will be just fine-" "You are heartless." Seth interrupted quietly. "What?" Yami asked with pure shock. "All of you humans are heartless. you make us mons fight for your own sick pleasure. We hate fighting. except for the mons who are bloodthirsty." He explained with tears welling up in the icy depths of those sapphire eyes.
"I'm not going to fight in that meaningless tournament."Seth said firmly. "How dare you talk back to me slave! You are going to fight in that tournament no matter what!" Yami shouted with the rage showing in his voice. "No I'm not." Seth whispered quietly. "What!?" "I said I'm not going!!" the boy shouted through his tears. Just then Yami did the worst thing he could ever think of. he back- handed Seth. Seth's head shot to the side with the force of the hit. Now Seth wasn't trying to hold in his tears, he let them flow freely down his pale face. Seth stared up at the once forgiving prince that he had grown so close to in only one night with fear stricken eyes. Once the prince had registered what he had done, he was for once scared at what the magician might do. "Seth. I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to hit you." Yami's words were full of regret. It seemed that Yami's apologize was unheard of, because when he tried to walk towards Seth, the frightened slave stood up, whispered a spell, and disappeared. Yami stopped in his tracks and turned around to see Seth appear in front of him and run out the door. Without one word or curse, Yami shot out the door to follow Seth.
On the way out of the palace, a bunch of guards tried to stop Seth, but with one spell said, the guards froze in their tracks. Seth ran past the frozen guards and quietly apologized for the mishap. Yami was close on Seth's tail out in the sand, when Seth accidentally tripped and landed hard enough on the sand to knock the air straight out of his lungs. Seth was now sitting on the sand trying in vain to get up and run, but the lack of air in his lungs made his legs paralyzed so he couldn't get up fast enough. Soon Yami was in front of the slave. "You are going to enter that tournament weather you like it or not. give me your hand." Yami tried to give Seth a hand to help him get up, but Seth looked away and started crying more. "Seth give me your hand!" Yami's patience was running thin now, and he didn't want to hurt the slave anymore than he already did. "No. I don't want to fight. I want peace, not war." Seth choked out in between sobs. "Seth. I really don't care what you think." Yami said firmly. 'Yes I do. I do care about you think Seth.' Yami thought sadly to himself. Seth stood up and tried to run away, but this time Yami was ready. The prince reached out, grabbed Seth by the waist, slung him over his shoulder roughly, and started walking back to the palace.
Once they were back in Yami's room, the prince set the crying slave down on the bed. "Seth, if you don't cooperate with me. things like this will keep happening." Yami explained in a soft yet firm voice. "B-but I don't w-want to fight any o-other mons master." Seth explained with fear and sadness in his voice. "Like I said Seth, I don't care what you think. you are going to fight in that tournament, and you are going to listen to my every command when I'm training you understand?" Yami explained softly. Seth was quiet. "Do you understand!?" Yami shouted this time. "I hate you." Seth said quietly. "What did you say?" Yami asked. "I said I hate you." Seth said a little louder. Yami was aback by Seth's words. Seth turned around to stare sadly out the window. Yami turned his back and bowed his head. 'He hates me? It's just words though. I mean. Angry words mean nothing. right?'
Well. that's it for now until I can right another chappie for all of you!
By the way. the ages in the fic would be: Yami:17 Seth:16
I know it's confusing, sorry about that. but Yami's father hasn't died yet ^_^;