The Good Child
The sweet surrender of blissful unconsciousness entwined and entangled two halves of the same soul, soft-soft dreams flowing between the two. Delicious and happy and warm and, it didn't matter. All was right with the world.
Happy, melodic snores resounded in cotton and silk obsidian hair, hot breath and steam and trickling emotions. Content and blissful and sleep, sleep, sleep.
Sleep ran a close second to the rain, as far as the darkness was concerned.
The gentle tug on their souls which grew in its intensity every inch they were apart was gone as their souls and bodies molded together in beautiful slumber.
Yuugi could feel something pulling him inside of his soul room, his sinfully beautiful darkness wrapped tightly around him. Eyes fluttering open, the softened silver that was the inside of his mind greeted him.
What would draw him out of such a gorgeous sleep right now?
Faint scratching resounded outside of his door, which he had made sure was kept tightly shut.
What would cause that?
Yuugi almost screamed, and the new fear radiating from him awoke the slumbering spirit holding him with a violent jolt.
Blood was seeping in from under the soul room door, thick and black and burgundy and steaming.
"Yami, it's your soul room! W-what are we going to do?"
Petrified, the two of them inched further into the depths of the mental bed.
Blood and black endless pits and tortured screams and never ever ending pain raced through Death's mind at an alarming rate. This wasn't supposed to happen. He couldn't become lost in his own mind. He couldn't leave Yuugi.
Dear gods, another thought crossed his mind. Yuugi could feel everything he felt. Yuugi would feel all of the pain that his inner demons would release upon him.
"Yami," Yuugi pleaded. What could he do? How could he save his demon? Turning to bury his head in Yami's chest, he pleaded and cried. "Don't let me loose you, Yami. Don't let me loose you."
What -could- the demon do?
The pounding was growing louder and louder. Stronger and harder and angrier. Screeching and yelping and inhuman screams.
Laughing. Loud and hard and demonic and ironic and cruel.
Were the monsters beyond LAUGHING at him? Did they find his misfortunes funny?
"Yami, someone's in my room. They're laughing at us."
Yes. The chuckling was coming from the physical world. Despite their inability to focus, the two of them brought their minds out to see.
A male with white hair was laughing for all of his worth, levitating in mid-air.
"Yami, who is that?" In his mind, Yuugi could hear the pounding still growing stronger. They'd break down the door soon enough.
"Bakura," Yami drawled. "One of the minions of Death. What do you want, soul stealer?"
"To be amused by your misfortunes," he cackled, voice dry and cold. "And just when you thought that you could avoid what you are!"
"Please!" Yuugi blurted out before Death could advise him otherwise. "Help him! Don't let me loose him! There must be something you could do! Please!"
The chortling stopped short, looking at those wide violet eyes, shining with desperation.
"Why should I help you? I was one of the last ones to be recognized in the underworld until he left! Now I'm one of the most feared!"
"There must be something that you want, or need. Help us, and I'll do anything in my power to give it to you!"
Skeptically, the platinum demon eyed Death, who shook his head in reluctant agreement.
"Well, I _could_ banish your soul room. You have to have an outside party do it. But I want something. I don't think you can get it, though."
"What is it," Yuugi questioned.
Face suddenly very serious, Bakura narrowed his ice blue eyes with greed. "I want what you two have," he hissed. "I want a hikari."
The pounding was getting louder still.
"A hikari," Yuugi mused.
:My light, how are we supposed to find that for him?:
"Deal, Bakura. I'll get you that light."
But the minion looked skeptical. "How?"
Yami could feel the demons scratching away at the door. His grip on Yuugi tightened.
"Trust me, I will! You have my promise! But please, I won't be able to fulfill it if we get thrown into eternal torment anytime soon!"
Arms crossed, the demon rolled his options over in his mind.
"All right, fine. I'll get rid of that blasted soul room. Hold still, and keep your eyes closed."
Yuugi complied, as did Yami, although he was still very uncertain. Dealings with the devil, or any who served him, never turned out for the best.
In a brilliant flash Death felt all of the darkness that he desperately tried to keep shut out be ripped away, only to be filled with the beautiful and flawless light of his hikari. It wasn't as painful as he thought it would be.
Yuugi opened his eyes. "Is that it?"
"That's it. It's all over. Every one has to have a soul room, as it's just the inside of them. They would only be a zombie without one. It's like ripping your mind away. So, his new soul room is the puzzle, which is filled with his hikari's light, since you're the one who wears it. Kind of reflects who he is now."
Bakura's words were dripping with jealousy. So much bitter hatred.
"Thank you, Bakura. I will find you that light."
"Here," he said, tossing Yuugi a gold ring. "Give it this, when you find it. I'll be inside. But, if it's not the hikari that I want, I'll kill it, and you'll have to keep searching."
Yuugi nodded in reply.
And with that, Bakura was gone.
"Yuugi, how are you going to find a light for him?"
"You know how we look so much alike?"
"Yes."
"Well, I think I know just the person that we'll be looking for."
Yami sighed, nuzzling Yuugi's hair. "What would I do without you, aibou?"
"Be lost forever, I'm afraid."
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Ryou sat in his school desk, tapping the end of his pencil against the wooden surface. Gods, he wanted to go home. Class started far too early.
"Hey, Ryou!"
A seemingly over-perky Yuugi Moto plopped down in front of him.
"Hello, Yuugi."
"You know, I found this the other day, and it just made me think of you. I don't know why, but it did. I already have a necklace to wear, so why don't you take it?"
The vertically challenged teen held up a gold ring which contained a large triangle in the middle. Sparkling like starlight, Ryou's chocolate eyes teemed with awe.
It may have been odd looking, but he still really, _really_ wanted it.
"Y-you mean it, Yuugi?"
"You bet! Here! Take it!"
"Oh, thank you!"
And with that, the white haired teen slipped the necklace over his head.
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Hahahaha!! What are you going to do now? Hmm? Tell me what you think, comments, suggestions, and flames welcome. What do you guys want to see next?
The sweet surrender of blissful unconsciousness entwined and entangled two halves of the same soul, soft-soft dreams flowing between the two. Delicious and happy and warm and, it didn't matter. All was right with the world.
Happy, melodic snores resounded in cotton and silk obsidian hair, hot breath and steam and trickling emotions. Content and blissful and sleep, sleep, sleep.
Sleep ran a close second to the rain, as far as the darkness was concerned.
The gentle tug on their souls which grew in its intensity every inch they were apart was gone as their souls and bodies molded together in beautiful slumber.
Yuugi could feel something pulling him inside of his soul room, his sinfully beautiful darkness wrapped tightly around him. Eyes fluttering open, the softened silver that was the inside of his mind greeted him.
What would draw him out of such a gorgeous sleep right now?
Faint scratching resounded outside of his door, which he had made sure was kept tightly shut.
What would cause that?
Yuugi almost screamed, and the new fear radiating from him awoke the slumbering spirit holding him with a violent jolt.
Blood was seeping in from under the soul room door, thick and black and burgundy and steaming.
"Yami, it's your soul room! W-what are we going to do?"
Petrified, the two of them inched further into the depths of the mental bed.
Blood and black endless pits and tortured screams and never ever ending pain raced through Death's mind at an alarming rate. This wasn't supposed to happen. He couldn't become lost in his own mind. He couldn't leave Yuugi.
Dear gods, another thought crossed his mind. Yuugi could feel everything he felt. Yuugi would feel all of the pain that his inner demons would release upon him.
"Yami," Yuugi pleaded. What could he do? How could he save his demon? Turning to bury his head in Yami's chest, he pleaded and cried. "Don't let me loose you, Yami. Don't let me loose you."
What -could- the demon do?
The pounding was growing louder and louder. Stronger and harder and angrier. Screeching and yelping and inhuman screams.
Laughing. Loud and hard and demonic and ironic and cruel.
Were the monsters beyond LAUGHING at him? Did they find his misfortunes funny?
"Yami, someone's in my room. They're laughing at us."
Yes. The chuckling was coming from the physical world. Despite their inability to focus, the two of them brought their minds out to see.
A male with white hair was laughing for all of his worth, levitating in mid-air.
"Yami, who is that?" In his mind, Yuugi could hear the pounding still growing stronger. They'd break down the door soon enough.
"Bakura," Yami drawled. "One of the minions of Death. What do you want, soul stealer?"
"To be amused by your misfortunes," he cackled, voice dry and cold. "And just when you thought that you could avoid what you are!"
"Please!" Yuugi blurted out before Death could advise him otherwise. "Help him! Don't let me loose him! There must be something you could do! Please!"
The chortling stopped short, looking at those wide violet eyes, shining with desperation.
"Why should I help you? I was one of the last ones to be recognized in the underworld until he left! Now I'm one of the most feared!"
"There must be something that you want, or need. Help us, and I'll do anything in my power to give it to you!"
Skeptically, the platinum demon eyed Death, who shook his head in reluctant agreement.
"Well, I _could_ banish your soul room. You have to have an outside party do it. But I want something. I don't think you can get it, though."
"What is it," Yuugi questioned.
Face suddenly very serious, Bakura narrowed his ice blue eyes with greed. "I want what you two have," he hissed. "I want a hikari."
The pounding was getting louder still.
"A hikari," Yuugi mused.
:My light, how are we supposed to find that for him?:
"Deal, Bakura. I'll get you that light."
But the minion looked skeptical. "How?"
Yami could feel the demons scratching away at the door. His grip on Yuugi tightened.
"Trust me, I will! You have my promise! But please, I won't be able to fulfill it if we get thrown into eternal torment anytime soon!"
Arms crossed, the demon rolled his options over in his mind.
"All right, fine. I'll get rid of that blasted soul room. Hold still, and keep your eyes closed."
Yuugi complied, as did Yami, although he was still very uncertain. Dealings with the devil, or any who served him, never turned out for the best.
In a brilliant flash Death felt all of the darkness that he desperately tried to keep shut out be ripped away, only to be filled with the beautiful and flawless light of his hikari. It wasn't as painful as he thought it would be.
Yuugi opened his eyes. "Is that it?"
"That's it. It's all over. Every one has to have a soul room, as it's just the inside of them. They would only be a zombie without one. It's like ripping your mind away. So, his new soul room is the puzzle, which is filled with his hikari's light, since you're the one who wears it. Kind of reflects who he is now."
Bakura's words were dripping with jealousy. So much bitter hatred.
"Thank you, Bakura. I will find you that light."
"Here," he said, tossing Yuugi a gold ring. "Give it this, when you find it. I'll be inside. But, if it's not the hikari that I want, I'll kill it, and you'll have to keep searching."
Yuugi nodded in reply.
And with that, Bakura was gone.
"Yuugi, how are you going to find a light for him?"
"You know how we look so much alike?"
"Yes."
"Well, I think I know just the person that we'll be looking for."
Yami sighed, nuzzling Yuugi's hair. "What would I do without you, aibou?"
"Be lost forever, I'm afraid."
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Ryou sat in his school desk, tapping the end of his pencil against the wooden surface. Gods, he wanted to go home. Class started far too early.
"Hey, Ryou!"
A seemingly over-perky Yuugi Moto plopped down in front of him.
"Hello, Yuugi."
"You know, I found this the other day, and it just made me think of you. I don't know why, but it did. I already have a necklace to wear, so why don't you take it?"
The vertically challenged teen held up a gold ring which contained a large triangle in the middle. Sparkling like starlight, Ryou's chocolate eyes teemed with awe.
It may have been odd looking, but he still really, _really_ wanted it.
"Y-you mean it, Yuugi?"
"You bet! Here! Take it!"
"Oh, thank you!"
And with that, the white haired teen slipped the necklace over his head.
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Hahahaha!! What are you going to do now? Hmm? Tell me what you think, comments, suggestions, and flames welcome. What do you guys want to see next?