Light Dark
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Chapter Three: Fast Ball Dodger
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! You can't sue me cuz I have no money!
Summary: A boy who is hated by his parents, and hunted by Rare Hunters on a nightly basis, flees to Domino City, which he has spent unsuccessful time with Battle City Tournament. Two people he meets changes his life, how he views it, and learns the full meanings of friendship and... love...?
Pairings: OC's yami/OC, Seto/Jonouchi, Yami/Yugi, Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik Anzu bashing!
Could someone please tell me the differences between Marik and Malik? I'd like to write about these guys correctly, but I don't know enough about them to pull it off so well. I would like some information on looks (including appearances of the body in the anime/manga), height, general body weight (heavy or light), and personality.
"speech" [thoughts] /Hikari to Yami/ //Yami to Hikari// (author notes)
I couldn't upload any chapters for a few days so I decided to let ALL these chapters be uploaded!
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The shock became greater than the instinct to gasp at the warm contact. Surprised, deep blue eyes stared blankly at gold orbs with small flecks of brown and green. The golden eyes closed, and Kurohi felt the warm hands of his yami grasp both of his wrists, pressing further into the kiss. The shorter one's eyes slowly slid shut, as if reluctant to fall into that pit of darkness and feeling.
A barely audible moan rippled its way past his throat long before he considered calling it back. Something wet brushed against his lips, asking entrance, and he allowed it. It gently probed the inside of the warm cavern and his own muscle reached out to touch it.
His head swam, and desperately, his old self tried to grasp some form of conscious thought. He heard Jou's question about his sexuality again, and realized that he had NEVER liked woman, but men...
The scent was familiar and warm against him. He felt eyes on him, and his old self, cold, calculating, but not cruel, slapped a name into his brain.
[Shi... Shirokoori...?] His own thought of the name snapped open his eyes. The boy released the other's tongue from his mouth and stumbled backward, the back of his left knee narrowly missing being scratched by a bench. He panted once or twice, and bolted.
Jonouchi stifled some laughter. This scenario had been sooo familiar! [Just like me an' Seto.....] He turned to the crowd. "Oi, oi! Show's over! Get the hell outta here or else the OLD Katsuya Jonouchi will come back!"
The mob of people broke away in a hurry, and Shirokoori broke free of his stunned stupor. "Hi-hikari! Matte yo, matte yo, kudasai!!" He pursued his light. "Hi--kari--!" Having slightly longer legs than his aibou, he managed to tackle the five-foot-five boy down.
(A/N: kudasai. Means "please" when used in a sentence. "onegai" means "please", but only if it's used on its own. Pronounced: koo-dah-sah-ee.)
His light yelped in the process and squirmed frantically in his yami's grip. "Let go! Let-go-let-go-let-go-let-go-let-go!!!" His right hand wormed near Shirokoori's face, and the one atop him paused with a sharp swallow.
"You wouldn't..."
"Get. Off. Let. Go," he uttered coldly. This predicament awarded them with many a stare, but a cut-throating glare from the yami sent them all on their ways. He stood up, and started walking off.
Kurohi stood up and pressed a couple of fingertips to his lips, the rest of his hand trailing down to his lower face, where his pinkie cupped the underside of his chin. [...What am I thinking? He's a guy, I'm a guy. They don't mesh well in public. What was HE thinking...? But I don't care about what other's think... Wait, I like guys. This was all just an accident, right? Right?] His stomach plopped. [But then... if it wasn't... if it were planned out... why...]
The bell, signaling the end of lunch, cut off his thoughts with a long 'brrriiiiiiiiinnnnng!'.
***PE Class***
"Yo! Today's game is dodge-ball for those of you who were not here yesterday! If you plan on taking a sport that uses high reflexes, accuracy, common sense, and a high drive, dodge-ball shall help at a gradual rate. After the game, we will take a vote on Monday's game! Yami, could you help me release eight balls per side?"
The tri-color-haired boy nodded, and marched to the middle of the basketball court.
Some of the students, both girls and boys, glanced at Kurohi with disdain. This twerp was really strange. Especially after that incident in the boys' room.
Kurohi glared back, eyes matching the coldness of Seto Kaiba's.
They blinked, but knew he hadn't a thing to back it up.
When called, Kurohi marched to his side of the field and waited patiently for his other teammates to reach him. On his team, were Yami, Yugi, Shirokoori and a few other boys. Ryou, Bakura, Malik, Marik, and a few others were on the other team.
Kurohi closed his eyes and listened to the instructions. Sometimes he forgot how to "play".
"This is Capture the Flag Dodge-Ball. It is how it sounds. Team members protecting their flag can touch and 'freeze' opponents who have crossed to their side. If you are touched, then you must sit where you were tagged. You may not move.
"In order to 'unfreeze' yourself, you must tag an opponent on their side of the field, or hit an 'unfrozen' opponent on any side of the field with a ball. Also, if you throw the ball, and it is caught before it bounces once against the ground, then the person who threw the ball becomes 'frozen'.
"If one team captures their opponents' flag and makes it back to their side without being hit by a ball or tagged, the game ends. Any questions? No? Begin!"
Balls started flying. Kurohi kept on passing the balls to other teammates, as he was targeted, and missed, quite often. He hadn't the best accuracy, which was horrible because at how FAST and HARD he threw balls.
He dodged another ball. Another one came at him, and he caught it before tossing it to Yami. Yami aimed and threw at Bakura, who dodged and retaliated with his own ball. The five-thousand-year-old Pharaoh jumped to keep it from hitting his shins. Yugi stayed near Shirokoori, who, no matter WHO threw the ball at him, he always caught it, and threw it at hyper-speed toward someone else. Some students became smart quickly and stopped throwing things altogether, for fear of being frozen and having to WAIT for a ball to come to them.
Marik and Malik were their own private team. In between throws and dodges, they came up with an idea on how to get the flag. One would distract everyone while the other took the flag and managed to get miraculously back to their side.
Easy enough, right?
Malik would distract them, and Marik would go for the kill. Most of the students eyed Malik warily as Marik crept through what little shadows he could find and reached the flag. He felt a hot tap on his bare shoulder.
"You're down, Marik. Better luck next time."
He turned around and saw Kurohi walk away from him. Grudgingly, he sat down and, with a gruff wave of his hand, called Malik's distraction off.
Malik cursed through their link and waved at Bakura. He pointed at Marik. "Our closest force to the flag is down-"
He caught a ball coming at him, and angrily threw it at someone else. A "whomp!" sound was heard at the object collided with a blonde girl's arm; she seated herself.
"-if we can get him up again-"
"No. Let him tag someone. I'm sure he'll find an opening. He's a smart guy... for a wannabe-pharaoh-no-baka."
Malik frowned. /Find an opening, yami! I know you can!/
//Hmm... I'm gonna get that cat-tailed, abazureon'na!!//
(A/N: abazureon'na. Means "bitch" - the woman. "mesuinu" is the dog "bitch". Pronounced: ah-bah-zoo-rleh-ohn-nah.)
"Good goin' Kurohi! Game over!"
Marik blinked and stood up. In his face, stood Kurohi, looking up. He waved HIS green flag in his face.
"You should have watched me. Then again, you wouldn't have seen me." He wasn't panting or anything. He seemed rather calm, but his eyes held a fire so intense, Marik almost yielded to the blinding sensation it created to his sight. "I run waaaaay too fast. Perhaps I should have warned you..?" He looked up then shrugged and stared down at him. "............Nah."
Marik growled and stomped off. //If only I had those Egyptian God Cards and the Sennen Puzzle I'd wipe that damn "GRIN" off his face! Wait a minute, the only thing grinning were his BLINDING EYES!! Damn him!//
/I saw him move, but I was too far off. I couldn't have been able to catch him even if I was close enough. Sorry 'bout that./
//Feh. Whatever, Malik!// He saw as some of the students glomped Kurohi for winning the first match out of three. He noticed the boy was stiff as a board when someone touched him, but no one else seemed to notice this.
The next game began...
***Two minutes later***
"Wow! How much was your last record, Kurohi??!" a boy.
"Aaaahhh... about four minutes."
"How did you get so damn **fast**?!" a girl.
"Aah, practice?" he uttered, blinking his large eyes. [When will they leave me alone...?]
"Oh?! Really?! Whadja do?!" that same girl.
He gave her a sideways glance, making her swoon and whisper, "Kawaii!" She corrected herself, and demanded, "You didn't answer my question!"
Blue gaze locked onto a dark brown one. His eyes and eyebrows contorted slightly into one of sadness before he corrected it into a frown. "I choose NOT to answer that." [You wouldn't want to know what I had to go through to get this gift.]
"D-demo...!"
He snorted once and made his way through the crowd that consisted of the whole class save yamis and hikaris. Kurohi made his way to the boy's locker room and looked up at the ceiling, noticing an air vent. His frowned knitted into one of contemplation before he proceeded with the recommended shower and change of clothes.
He vaguely wondered where the vent would lead him. What would he find? Possibly the roof, which was a nice place to think, and one of Kurohi's hobbies, was to contemplate on stuff. Stuff he couldn't change or had yet to change.
"Kurohi?"
He looked down and kept his eyes on the smaller one's face to respect his privacy. "Yes, Yugi?"
"The rest of us wanna talk to you after school at around four at the park west of the Kame Game Shop. Could you possibly come?"
(A/N: kame. Means "turtle". Pronounced: kah-meh. [As in from DBZ's: Kamehameha!)
Kurohi grinned. A hang out? "Sure."
"And then maybe, one day, we could drop by your place?"
The taller one's stomach flopped around and his hissed a breath. He shook his head, water hammering down on his hair, dividing it into angelic tendrils that reached as far down to his shoulders and shoulder blades. "I'm sorry. I ran from there. No one would be welcomed at my place, anyway." He strode out of the shower and dried himself off quickly. He changed, pulled out a bottle of hair, and started to put his hair back into its spikes.
//Hikari, you look better without it.//
He finished one spike. /It keeps it all out of my face. I look like a GIRL without spiking it!/
//Ah. Whatever, hikari. I'll see you after school.//
/...See you./
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Sorry if Marik and Malik were OOC! I don't know a heckuvalot about them to portray them at full 100% In-Character-ness. I'll probably change their conversation/actions so that it fits them better.
Finished: 6/13/03
Translations added: 6/7/03
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Chapter Three: Fast Ball Dodger
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! You can't sue me cuz I have no money!
Summary: A boy who is hated by his parents, and hunted by Rare Hunters on a nightly basis, flees to Domino City, which he has spent unsuccessful time with Battle City Tournament. Two people he meets changes his life, how he views it, and learns the full meanings of friendship and... love...?
Pairings: OC's yami/OC, Seto/Jonouchi, Yami/Yugi, Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik Anzu bashing!
Could someone please tell me the differences between Marik and Malik? I'd like to write about these guys correctly, but I don't know enough about them to pull it off so well. I would like some information on looks (including appearances of the body in the anime/manga), height, general body weight (heavy or light), and personality.
"speech" [thoughts] /Hikari to Yami/ //Yami to Hikari// (author notes)
I couldn't upload any chapters for a few days so I decided to let ALL these chapters be uploaded!
***********************************************
The shock became greater than the instinct to gasp at the warm contact. Surprised, deep blue eyes stared blankly at gold orbs with small flecks of brown and green. The golden eyes closed, and Kurohi felt the warm hands of his yami grasp both of his wrists, pressing further into the kiss. The shorter one's eyes slowly slid shut, as if reluctant to fall into that pit of darkness and feeling.
A barely audible moan rippled its way past his throat long before he considered calling it back. Something wet brushed against his lips, asking entrance, and he allowed it. It gently probed the inside of the warm cavern and his own muscle reached out to touch it.
His head swam, and desperately, his old self tried to grasp some form of conscious thought. He heard Jou's question about his sexuality again, and realized that he had NEVER liked woman, but men...
The scent was familiar and warm against him. He felt eyes on him, and his old self, cold, calculating, but not cruel, slapped a name into his brain.
[Shi... Shirokoori...?] His own thought of the name snapped open his eyes. The boy released the other's tongue from his mouth and stumbled backward, the back of his left knee narrowly missing being scratched by a bench. He panted once or twice, and bolted.
Jonouchi stifled some laughter. This scenario had been sooo familiar! [Just like me an' Seto.....] He turned to the crowd. "Oi, oi! Show's over! Get the hell outta here or else the OLD Katsuya Jonouchi will come back!"
The mob of people broke away in a hurry, and Shirokoori broke free of his stunned stupor. "Hi-hikari! Matte yo, matte yo, kudasai!!" He pursued his light. "Hi--kari--!" Having slightly longer legs than his aibou, he managed to tackle the five-foot-five boy down.
(A/N: kudasai. Means "please" when used in a sentence. "onegai" means "please", but only if it's used on its own. Pronounced: koo-dah-sah-ee.)
His light yelped in the process and squirmed frantically in his yami's grip. "Let go! Let-go-let-go-let-go-let-go-let-go!!!" His right hand wormed near Shirokoori's face, and the one atop him paused with a sharp swallow.
"You wouldn't..."
"Get. Off. Let. Go," he uttered coldly. This predicament awarded them with many a stare, but a cut-throating glare from the yami sent them all on their ways. He stood up, and started walking off.
Kurohi stood up and pressed a couple of fingertips to his lips, the rest of his hand trailing down to his lower face, where his pinkie cupped the underside of his chin. [...What am I thinking? He's a guy, I'm a guy. They don't mesh well in public. What was HE thinking...? But I don't care about what other's think... Wait, I like guys. This was all just an accident, right? Right?] His stomach plopped. [But then... if it wasn't... if it were planned out... why...]
The bell, signaling the end of lunch, cut off his thoughts with a long 'brrriiiiiiiiinnnnng!'.
***PE Class***
"Yo! Today's game is dodge-ball for those of you who were not here yesterday! If you plan on taking a sport that uses high reflexes, accuracy, common sense, and a high drive, dodge-ball shall help at a gradual rate. After the game, we will take a vote on Monday's game! Yami, could you help me release eight balls per side?"
The tri-color-haired boy nodded, and marched to the middle of the basketball court.
Some of the students, both girls and boys, glanced at Kurohi with disdain. This twerp was really strange. Especially after that incident in the boys' room.
Kurohi glared back, eyes matching the coldness of Seto Kaiba's.
They blinked, but knew he hadn't a thing to back it up.
When called, Kurohi marched to his side of the field and waited patiently for his other teammates to reach him. On his team, were Yami, Yugi, Shirokoori and a few other boys. Ryou, Bakura, Malik, Marik, and a few others were on the other team.
Kurohi closed his eyes and listened to the instructions. Sometimes he forgot how to "play".
"This is Capture the Flag Dodge-Ball. It is how it sounds. Team members protecting their flag can touch and 'freeze' opponents who have crossed to their side. If you are touched, then you must sit where you were tagged. You may not move.
"In order to 'unfreeze' yourself, you must tag an opponent on their side of the field, or hit an 'unfrozen' opponent on any side of the field with a ball. Also, if you throw the ball, and it is caught before it bounces once against the ground, then the person who threw the ball becomes 'frozen'.
"If one team captures their opponents' flag and makes it back to their side without being hit by a ball or tagged, the game ends. Any questions? No? Begin!"
Balls started flying. Kurohi kept on passing the balls to other teammates, as he was targeted, and missed, quite often. He hadn't the best accuracy, which was horrible because at how FAST and HARD he threw balls.
He dodged another ball. Another one came at him, and he caught it before tossing it to Yami. Yami aimed and threw at Bakura, who dodged and retaliated with his own ball. The five-thousand-year-old Pharaoh jumped to keep it from hitting his shins. Yugi stayed near Shirokoori, who, no matter WHO threw the ball at him, he always caught it, and threw it at hyper-speed toward someone else. Some students became smart quickly and stopped throwing things altogether, for fear of being frozen and having to WAIT for a ball to come to them.
Marik and Malik were their own private team. In between throws and dodges, they came up with an idea on how to get the flag. One would distract everyone while the other took the flag and managed to get miraculously back to their side.
Easy enough, right?
Malik would distract them, and Marik would go for the kill. Most of the students eyed Malik warily as Marik crept through what little shadows he could find and reached the flag. He felt a hot tap on his bare shoulder.
"You're down, Marik. Better luck next time."
He turned around and saw Kurohi walk away from him. Grudgingly, he sat down and, with a gruff wave of his hand, called Malik's distraction off.
Malik cursed through their link and waved at Bakura. He pointed at Marik. "Our closest force to the flag is down-"
He caught a ball coming at him, and angrily threw it at someone else. A "whomp!" sound was heard at the object collided with a blonde girl's arm; she seated herself.
"-if we can get him up again-"
"No. Let him tag someone. I'm sure he'll find an opening. He's a smart guy... for a wannabe-pharaoh-no-baka."
Malik frowned. /Find an opening, yami! I know you can!/
//Hmm... I'm gonna get that cat-tailed, abazureon'na!!//
(A/N: abazureon'na. Means "bitch" - the woman. "mesuinu" is the dog "bitch". Pronounced: ah-bah-zoo-rleh-ohn-nah.)
"Good goin' Kurohi! Game over!"
Marik blinked and stood up. In his face, stood Kurohi, looking up. He waved HIS green flag in his face.
"You should have watched me. Then again, you wouldn't have seen me." He wasn't panting or anything. He seemed rather calm, but his eyes held a fire so intense, Marik almost yielded to the blinding sensation it created to his sight. "I run waaaaay too fast. Perhaps I should have warned you..?" He looked up then shrugged and stared down at him. "............Nah."
Marik growled and stomped off. //If only I had those Egyptian God Cards and the Sennen Puzzle I'd wipe that damn "GRIN" off his face! Wait a minute, the only thing grinning were his BLINDING EYES!! Damn him!//
/I saw him move, but I was too far off. I couldn't have been able to catch him even if I was close enough. Sorry 'bout that./
//Feh. Whatever, Malik!// He saw as some of the students glomped Kurohi for winning the first match out of three. He noticed the boy was stiff as a board when someone touched him, but no one else seemed to notice this.
The next game began...
***Two minutes later***
"Wow! How much was your last record, Kurohi??!" a boy.
"Aaaahhh... about four minutes."
"How did you get so damn **fast**?!" a girl.
"Aah, practice?" he uttered, blinking his large eyes. [When will they leave me alone...?]
"Oh?! Really?! Whadja do?!" that same girl.
He gave her a sideways glance, making her swoon and whisper, "Kawaii!" She corrected herself, and demanded, "You didn't answer my question!"
Blue gaze locked onto a dark brown one. His eyes and eyebrows contorted slightly into one of sadness before he corrected it into a frown. "I choose NOT to answer that." [You wouldn't want to know what I had to go through to get this gift.]
"D-demo...!"
He snorted once and made his way through the crowd that consisted of the whole class save yamis and hikaris. Kurohi made his way to the boy's locker room and looked up at the ceiling, noticing an air vent. His frowned knitted into one of contemplation before he proceeded with the recommended shower and change of clothes.
He vaguely wondered where the vent would lead him. What would he find? Possibly the roof, which was a nice place to think, and one of Kurohi's hobbies, was to contemplate on stuff. Stuff he couldn't change or had yet to change.
"Kurohi?"
He looked down and kept his eyes on the smaller one's face to respect his privacy. "Yes, Yugi?"
"The rest of us wanna talk to you after school at around four at the park west of the Kame Game Shop. Could you possibly come?"
(A/N: kame. Means "turtle". Pronounced: kah-meh. [As in from DBZ's: Kamehameha!)
Kurohi grinned. A hang out? "Sure."
"And then maybe, one day, we could drop by your place?"
The taller one's stomach flopped around and his hissed a breath. He shook his head, water hammering down on his hair, dividing it into angelic tendrils that reached as far down to his shoulders and shoulder blades. "I'm sorry. I ran from there. No one would be welcomed at my place, anyway." He strode out of the shower and dried himself off quickly. He changed, pulled out a bottle of hair, and started to put his hair back into its spikes.
//Hikari, you look better without it.//
He finished one spike. /It keeps it all out of my face. I look like a GIRL without spiking it!/
//Ah. Whatever, hikari. I'll see you after school.//
/...See you./
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Sorry if Marik and Malik were OOC! I don't know a heckuvalot about them to portray them at full 100% In-Character-ness. I'll probably change their conversation/actions so that it fits them better.
Finished: 6/13/03
Translations added: 6/7/03