Bedtime Story, By Opal Shadow
Yes, I should be updating I Put a Spell on You, but I have a slight writer's block again... *indicates the mountain behind her* ...ok, maybe not so slight... *sweatdrop*
I wanted a break from humour, so I wrote this one-shot. Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO.
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Bedtime Story
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"Thunder clapped as if the world itself had collapsed, and the rain poured down, unforgiving and relentless, upon my cold, drenched body as I ran down the shadowy street, my feet splashing on the pavement.
I narrowed my eyes to prevent the freezing downpour from falling into them and blinding me, and I peered in front of me, checking my dim path for deep puddles, the only source of light being the soft glows of the lamp posts. I was hurrying through the ruthless wind and heavy rain.
My heart quickened as the heavens were suddenly illuminated in a flash of bright light, its source a vivid dagger of brilliant yellow cutting across the dark, sinister sky.
And in those precious few seconds of radiance, I saw Him.
The brilliance of the lightning contrasted intensely with the swirling shadows that showed up in front of me, surrounding a mysterious figure. It was a ghost, a tall, pale boy with a ragged scar under his left eye, swathed in a black cloak that pooled on the ground covering his feet, his shoulder-length, spiky, white hair glinting. A circular, glowing, golden pendent hung around his neck, an eye within a triangle adorning its centre with spikes hanging around the edge.
But that is not what made my heart start pounding in awe and fear.
It was his eyes. No colour registered in my mind then, although later on I realised that they were green, but at that moment it was not the colour that caught my attention.
It was the deep abyss of emotions that I could see; Pride, Arrogance, Madness, Power, but most of all... Weariness.
And time stopped.
The rain hung mid-air, slivers of clear ice. The fork of lightning froze, a jagged pillar of light amongst the night.
But I still remained aware.
Slowly, the wraith-like being walked up to me, until he was right in front of me. So close that I realised that no warmth was radiated from his blurred body. Gradually, he leaned towards me and placed his lips by my ear, not a whisper of breath coming from them.
I closed my eyes.
He murmured to me, in a cold voice that sent shivers down my spine, words that stung deep within me.
And as quickly as it happened, the light disappeared in a crash of thunder, plunging me deep into darkness, and the rain resumed its torrent.
And when I opened my eyes, he was gone."
The man leaned back in the soft chair with a creak and a small sigh, pain in his eyes as he gazed at his wide-eyed son.
"What did the ghost say to you Papa?" The little boy asked, curiosity filling his voice.
"Well, I don't really remember. It was a very long time ago," The man lied unconvincingly, "But now it is way past your bedtime!" The man picked up the child and took him to his room and gently tucked him into the warm, cosy bed.
Placing a soft kiss on a rosy cheek, he hummed softly until his son's eyes had closed, and his chest rose and fell gently in a deep, peaceful sleep.
Solemnly, the man turned to his son's bedside table and closed his eyes in remembrance of the shadowed beings' words.
** "He belongs to me."**
A tear slid down his face as he placed a birthday-wrapped present on the table.
"Forgive me, Ryou."
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The birthday-wrapped present is the Millennium Ring, btw.
So? You like? You no like? – Whichever one it is:
Please Review!
Yes, I should be updating I Put a Spell on You, but I have a slight writer's block again... *indicates the mountain behind her* ...ok, maybe not so slight... *sweatdrop*
I wanted a break from humour, so I wrote this one-shot. Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO.
~~~
Bedtime Story
~~~
"Thunder clapped as if the world itself had collapsed, and the rain poured down, unforgiving and relentless, upon my cold, drenched body as I ran down the shadowy street, my feet splashing on the pavement.
I narrowed my eyes to prevent the freezing downpour from falling into them and blinding me, and I peered in front of me, checking my dim path for deep puddles, the only source of light being the soft glows of the lamp posts. I was hurrying through the ruthless wind and heavy rain.
My heart quickened as the heavens were suddenly illuminated in a flash of bright light, its source a vivid dagger of brilliant yellow cutting across the dark, sinister sky.
And in those precious few seconds of radiance, I saw Him.
The brilliance of the lightning contrasted intensely with the swirling shadows that showed up in front of me, surrounding a mysterious figure. It was a ghost, a tall, pale boy with a ragged scar under his left eye, swathed in a black cloak that pooled on the ground covering his feet, his shoulder-length, spiky, white hair glinting. A circular, glowing, golden pendent hung around his neck, an eye within a triangle adorning its centre with spikes hanging around the edge.
But that is not what made my heart start pounding in awe and fear.
It was his eyes. No colour registered in my mind then, although later on I realised that they were green, but at that moment it was not the colour that caught my attention.
It was the deep abyss of emotions that I could see; Pride, Arrogance, Madness, Power, but most of all... Weariness.
And time stopped.
The rain hung mid-air, slivers of clear ice. The fork of lightning froze, a jagged pillar of light amongst the night.
But I still remained aware.
Slowly, the wraith-like being walked up to me, until he was right in front of me. So close that I realised that no warmth was radiated from his blurred body. Gradually, he leaned towards me and placed his lips by my ear, not a whisper of breath coming from them.
I closed my eyes.
He murmured to me, in a cold voice that sent shivers down my spine, words that stung deep within me.
And as quickly as it happened, the light disappeared in a crash of thunder, plunging me deep into darkness, and the rain resumed its torrent.
And when I opened my eyes, he was gone."
The man leaned back in the soft chair with a creak and a small sigh, pain in his eyes as he gazed at his wide-eyed son.
"What did the ghost say to you Papa?" The little boy asked, curiosity filling his voice.
"Well, I don't really remember. It was a very long time ago," The man lied unconvincingly, "But now it is way past your bedtime!" The man picked up the child and took him to his room and gently tucked him into the warm, cosy bed.
Placing a soft kiss on a rosy cheek, he hummed softly until his son's eyes had closed, and his chest rose and fell gently in a deep, peaceful sleep.
Solemnly, the man turned to his son's bedside table and closed his eyes in remembrance of the shadowed beings' words.
** "He belongs to me."**
A tear slid down his face as he placed a birthday-wrapped present on the table.
"Forgive me, Ryou."
~~~
The birthday-wrapped present is the Millennium Ring, btw.
So? You like? You no like? – Whichever one it is:
Please Review!