Soul's Face
Sort of, okay, very, short. X_x There wasn't much I could do that wasn't repetitive. . . . so sue my Muse! This chapter was written just before she went on a pout fit and I had to get a new muse (who I'll be introducing next chapter ^^ )
Lucky peoples, I got an excuse to update sooner for you! ^^ This is for WSJ's birthday! I was going to write her a fic. . . but.. . . ask my muses what happened, I don't know. So, an update excuse! Enjoy!
Warnings: Beware the possessed little dolls!!!
Quote for the chapter:
"I am the mask you wear, it's me they hear." - Christine, Phantom of the Opera
Fits, ne?
Japanese:
Yugi-tachi - Yugi and company
Tomodachi - friend
((+)~
His deepest secrets he could never admit, all the more haunting because they were truth
~*~*~*~*~
Wood, carved in detail, everything perfection. Slender fingers ran over the petite figurine, memorizing the features he'd once known elsewhere.
He turned it over, inspecting the personage glorified in wood.
The fate of everything, resting on a game. Life itself was but a game, after all. The other players might ignore him because he appeared to be losing, but he wasn't gone yet. Far from it. . . . he still had the power to affect play.
Not that it mattered, for the final victory was never his. After all, Yugi had never had to sacrifice someone to win. Not that he himself counted as a _someone_, per se, but it still mattered in the negative sense.
Not that it wasn't noble, the ways he tried to help achieve victory. But it could be considered foolish, surely there were other ways to win.
However, it was the only way _he_ could defeat the obstacles. And as the problems were really his own in the first place, it was his duty to solve them the best that he could.
Besides, he was still alive now, was he not?
He set the wooden doll up on the shelf, taking down another one. It was clothed like a medieval knight, holding a sword and shield bravely. Even if the details didn't truly mirror life, it looked hauntingly as if somewhere deep inside, the item possessed a soul.
He laughed softly at that thought, though it was a sad and bitter sound.
All he'd wanted to do was play a game with his friend. You couldn't really blame him, he'd been so lonely. He hadn't known what would happen.
Yet. . . . he felt guilty. Weak, people called him, and weak he was, too weak to stop any of it. Too cowardly to prevent it, to learn from those mistakes.
Was he that unworthy of friends?
Yes, he'd learned his lesson now, though every once in a while it defeated him. If he wasn't close to anyone, he couldn't put them in danger. But Yugi- tachi was too persistant. . . .
The question was, did they really see him as a friend, or did they want to protect everyone else from him?
He couldn't tell, torn between hope, self-pity, and the burden placed upon his chest. A tone rang accusingly in his ears.
/You said you wanted to be my friend/
/We were going to play a simple game/
Other voices joined it as it grew in magnitude, haunting his ears, plaguing his soul.
/What was wrong with you?/
/You couldn't stop it/
/Weakling!/
/Let me go!/
/This is cruel and low, even for you/
/Tomodachi, you said/
/You laughed in my face!/
/Pathetic. . . ./
/Why should I pay for your sins?!/
He dropped the wooden figure, shaking his head wildly to clear it of the screaming as he ran out of the room.
He took several shaky, deep breaths, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor.
It was true. He hadn't tried to stop any of it. And his will wasn't strong enough to keep people away from him, where they couldn't get hurt.
Yugi and the spirit of his Puzzle had managed to end it. Not himself. And if he tried hard enough, he could probably reverse the dark spell.
But he had never bother to attempt it.
All the accusations. . . . they were true.
Probably the only reason Yugi-tachi came near him was because they only knew the end of the story, not the beginning, not the epilogue.
Slowly, he got up, closing and locking the door to the room.
He was never going to be rid of it, but it would be best not to think about it for a while.
You couldn't forget the past, no matter what people said. It affected your future, was a part of who you are in the present. Who could forsake their soul, their very being for a clean page?
But the naïveté of the fresh start wouldn't get rid of past troubles.
~*~*~*~*~
The figurine lay on the floor, broken in two.
A small wind ran through the deserted room, almost like a haunting whisper.
/You can't run away. . . . or we'll never be free . . . ./
((+)~
Okay, I don't know how familiar people are with the stuff that happened earlier on in the Japanese version, so I'll try and share my limited knowledge with you, and explain my standpoint.
First off, I heard somewhere that there's a room in Ryou's apartment full of little dolls, some of them being Monster World game pieces. This is the room he's in.
Monster World is some kind of RPG game that Ryou liked to play. However, sometime after he got the Sennen Ring, everytime he tried to play it with his friends, they would later be in a coma state and Ryou wouldn't remember what had happened. Basically, Yami Bakura took over, sealed the person's soul in their game avatar, and I guess he won the game. This is all very vague for me, but I believe the general idea is accurate.
I've also heard that Yami Bakura tried to help his hikari get friends by sealing their souls in more dolls. I don't know if the people ever got set free, or what.
So, now you know the info I'm working with. If you have some stuff to correct or add to it, I'd love to hear! Email or review, either works. Basically all my info had come from reading it in author's notes on fanfiction, from shrines on the web, or conclusions derived from manga pictures with kanji I can't read all over it. . . . . .
Review onegai! I'm withholding chapters until you do ^^ such a nice person, ne?
-Windswift Shinju ((+)~
Sort of, okay, very, short. X_x There wasn't much I could do that wasn't repetitive. . . . so sue my Muse! This chapter was written just before she went on a pout fit and I had to get a new muse (who I'll be introducing next chapter ^^ )
Lucky peoples, I got an excuse to update sooner for you! ^^ This is for WSJ's birthday! I was going to write her a fic. . . but.. . . ask my muses what happened, I don't know. So, an update excuse! Enjoy!
Warnings: Beware the possessed little dolls!!!
Quote for the chapter:
"I am the mask you wear, it's me they hear." - Christine, Phantom of the Opera
Fits, ne?
Japanese:
Yugi-tachi - Yugi and company
Tomodachi - friend
((+)~
His deepest secrets he could never admit, all the more haunting because they were truth
~*~*~*~*~
Wood, carved in detail, everything perfection. Slender fingers ran over the petite figurine, memorizing the features he'd once known elsewhere.
He turned it over, inspecting the personage glorified in wood.
The fate of everything, resting on a game. Life itself was but a game, after all. The other players might ignore him because he appeared to be losing, but he wasn't gone yet. Far from it. . . . he still had the power to affect play.
Not that it mattered, for the final victory was never his. After all, Yugi had never had to sacrifice someone to win. Not that he himself counted as a _someone_, per se, but it still mattered in the negative sense.
Not that it wasn't noble, the ways he tried to help achieve victory. But it could be considered foolish, surely there were other ways to win.
However, it was the only way _he_ could defeat the obstacles. And as the problems were really his own in the first place, it was his duty to solve them the best that he could.
Besides, he was still alive now, was he not?
He set the wooden doll up on the shelf, taking down another one. It was clothed like a medieval knight, holding a sword and shield bravely. Even if the details didn't truly mirror life, it looked hauntingly as if somewhere deep inside, the item possessed a soul.
He laughed softly at that thought, though it was a sad and bitter sound.
All he'd wanted to do was play a game with his friend. You couldn't really blame him, he'd been so lonely. He hadn't known what would happen.
Yet. . . . he felt guilty. Weak, people called him, and weak he was, too weak to stop any of it. Too cowardly to prevent it, to learn from those mistakes.
Was he that unworthy of friends?
Yes, he'd learned his lesson now, though every once in a while it defeated him. If he wasn't close to anyone, he couldn't put them in danger. But Yugi- tachi was too persistant. . . .
The question was, did they really see him as a friend, or did they want to protect everyone else from him?
He couldn't tell, torn between hope, self-pity, and the burden placed upon his chest. A tone rang accusingly in his ears.
/You said you wanted to be my friend/
/We were going to play a simple game/
Other voices joined it as it grew in magnitude, haunting his ears, plaguing his soul.
/What was wrong with you?/
/You couldn't stop it/
/Weakling!/
/Let me go!/
/This is cruel and low, even for you/
/Tomodachi, you said/
/You laughed in my face!/
/Pathetic. . . ./
/Why should I pay for your sins?!/
He dropped the wooden figure, shaking his head wildly to clear it of the screaming as he ran out of the room.
He took several shaky, deep breaths, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor.
It was true. He hadn't tried to stop any of it. And his will wasn't strong enough to keep people away from him, where they couldn't get hurt.
Yugi and the spirit of his Puzzle had managed to end it. Not himself. And if he tried hard enough, he could probably reverse the dark spell.
But he had never bother to attempt it.
All the accusations. . . . they were true.
Probably the only reason Yugi-tachi came near him was because they only knew the end of the story, not the beginning, not the epilogue.
Slowly, he got up, closing and locking the door to the room.
He was never going to be rid of it, but it would be best not to think about it for a while.
You couldn't forget the past, no matter what people said. It affected your future, was a part of who you are in the present. Who could forsake their soul, their very being for a clean page?
But the naïveté of the fresh start wouldn't get rid of past troubles.
~*~*~*~*~
The figurine lay on the floor, broken in two.
A small wind ran through the deserted room, almost like a haunting whisper.
/You can't run away. . . . or we'll never be free . . . ./
((+)~
Okay, I don't know how familiar people are with the stuff that happened earlier on in the Japanese version, so I'll try and share my limited knowledge with you, and explain my standpoint.
First off, I heard somewhere that there's a room in Ryou's apartment full of little dolls, some of them being Monster World game pieces. This is the room he's in.
Monster World is some kind of RPG game that Ryou liked to play. However, sometime after he got the Sennen Ring, everytime he tried to play it with his friends, they would later be in a coma state and Ryou wouldn't remember what had happened. Basically, Yami Bakura took over, sealed the person's soul in their game avatar, and I guess he won the game. This is all very vague for me, but I believe the general idea is accurate.
I've also heard that Yami Bakura tried to help his hikari get friends by sealing their souls in more dolls. I don't know if the people ever got set free, or what.
So, now you know the info I'm working with. If you have some stuff to correct or add to it, I'd love to hear! Email or review, either works. Basically all my info had come from reading it in author's notes on fanfiction, from shrines on the web, or conclusions derived from manga pictures with kanji I can't read all over it. . . . . .
Review onegai! I'm withholding chapters until you do ^^ such a nice person, ne?
-Windswift Shinju ((+)~