Black and White
Anthy: I LIVE!!!
Anshi: She's ungrounded!
Anthy: This is the first thing to be born.
BPP: Until she somehow recovers the other documents.
Anshi: She only owns herself and Gen.
Anthy: Love me. I spent a lot of time on this fic.
Anshi: Enjoy.
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Black and White
First Battle: Genocide
The shapeless came to me
And told me many things
It asked me what I wanted
I said I wanted wings
Yami flopped onto the bed, exhausted. His head throbbed and his stomach growled. His muscles ached and he was glad this day was over. A wonderfully ominous thought began to plow through his splitting headache. This was a warning that he would have another premonition-nightmare tonight, as it had been for the past three nights. A new noise drilled through his head and he cringed, knot forming in his throat.
Rah, this hurt.
He slowly opened one eye and turned his body so he could see Yugi, attempting to remove Yami's other shoe.
"I'll assume you're not going anywhere tonight. You look like shit." Yugi said, tossing the shoe across the floor and pulling a blanket off of his own bed. He threw the blanket evenly over Yami's thin and tired body.
Yugi turned to leave, stopping only to put in a CD to help Yami fall asleep. (Evanescence in the evening! Life is good.)
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Yami technically was ready for the nightmare, but he knew that being ready was an illusion for the weak. He ended up standing alone in the darkness.
"Back again I see."
Yami didn't bother responding to the voice. Soft, feather-soft, hands played with his hair and danced around his neck.
She was a demon wearing a black tube top and cut jeans. Her black-tipped cat ears twitched as her whip-like tail flicked back and forth. She had been visiting Yami for the past few nights.
And her name was Genocide.
"I already have the others. They accepted their destinies and have joined." She said.
"I am not them." Yami said, whirling around to face Genocide. She simply grinned and drew her sword.
444
Yami's eyes shot open and he sprang awake. His head throbbed and his chest ached. He got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, pulling off his shirt. There was a pentagram burned into his chest.
"Nothing good will come out of this." He muttered, going back to bed.
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"It's too late for him." Ishtaru said."
"Yes. Too late. This will be fun." Bakura said, flexing his new bat wings.
"May I suggest extreme torture? We take his mind when the angel is gone and subject him to extreme physical torture?"
"I like. What do you think Genocide?"
"Tomorrow...and you must be done be done the angel comes home."
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"They're moving tomorrow."
"Then...there's no time?"
"Yes...there is still time."
"But Yugi and Malik don't know."
"Tomorrow then. There is time."
"We both must follow our destinies."
"The other two?"
"Yes. The other two must be given."
"I will miss this place."
"As will I."
666
Anthy: Ta' da!
Angel: Review!
Anshi: Please?
Anthy: I LIVE!!!
Anshi: She's ungrounded!
Anthy: This is the first thing to be born.
BPP: Until she somehow recovers the other documents.
Anshi: She only owns herself and Gen.
Anthy: Love me. I spent a lot of time on this fic.
Anshi: Enjoy.
@@@
Black and White
First Battle: Genocide
The shapeless came to me
And told me many things
It asked me what I wanted
I said I wanted wings
Yami flopped onto the bed, exhausted. His head throbbed and his stomach growled. His muscles ached and he was glad this day was over. A wonderfully ominous thought began to plow through his splitting headache. This was a warning that he would have another premonition-nightmare tonight, as it had been for the past three nights. A new noise drilled through his head and he cringed, knot forming in his throat.
Rah, this hurt.
He slowly opened one eye and turned his body so he could see Yugi, attempting to remove Yami's other shoe.
"I'll assume you're not going anywhere tonight. You look like shit." Yugi said, tossing the shoe across the floor and pulling a blanket off of his own bed. He threw the blanket evenly over Yami's thin and tired body.
Yugi turned to leave, stopping only to put in a CD to help Yami fall asleep. (Evanescence in the evening! Life is good.)
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Yami technically was ready for the nightmare, but he knew that being ready was an illusion for the weak. He ended up standing alone in the darkness.
"Back again I see."
Yami didn't bother responding to the voice. Soft, feather-soft, hands played with his hair and danced around his neck.
She was a demon wearing a black tube top and cut jeans. Her black-tipped cat ears twitched as her whip-like tail flicked back and forth. She had been visiting Yami for the past few nights.
And her name was Genocide.
"I already have the others. They accepted their destinies and have joined." She said.
"I am not them." Yami said, whirling around to face Genocide. She simply grinned and drew her sword.
444
Yami's eyes shot open and he sprang awake. His head throbbed and his chest ached. He got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, pulling off his shirt. There was a pentagram burned into his chest.
"Nothing good will come out of this." He muttered, going back to bed.
%%%%%
"It's too late for him." Ishtaru said."
"Yes. Too late. This will be fun." Bakura said, flexing his new bat wings.
"May I suggest extreme torture? We take his mind when the angel is gone and subject him to extreme physical torture?"
"I like. What do you think Genocide?"
"Tomorrow...and you must be done be done the angel comes home."
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"They're moving tomorrow."
"Then...there's no time?"
"Yes...there is still time."
"But Yugi and Malik don't know."
"Tomorrow then. There is time."
"We both must follow our destinies."
"The other two?"
"Yes. The other two must be given."
"I will miss this place."
"As will I."
666
Anthy: Ta' da!
Angel: Review!
Anshi: Please?