Title : Fading Light and Dark
Written by : Misori Chan
Genre : Romance/Horror(ish) (only in part 2...)
Rated : PG-13 for blood, masochism, etc.
Warnings : Shonen ai (boyxboy content), DARK, CONFUSION ahead, could be considered Anzu bashing ahead
Spoilers : None
Pairings : Yami x Yuugi (of course! XP)
Disclaimer : Misori Chan does not own Yugioh therefore... therefore... I have no idea.
This fic is dedicated to a wonderful friend and writer... Pharaoh Atemu's Angel (Tange)!
Note : This thing practically has NO real plot. It's supposed to confuse you and cause you to ask questions, wonder about the details I leave out. But mostly... it's just for fun...
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Yuugi's POV
Lately, I've been depressed.
I don't why but it's a feeling I've been trying to repress, hold inside me and pretend doesn't exist.
But it does.
And that's the problem.
End Yuugi's POV
"Yuugi! What are you saying...?"
"I'm saying... I don't want to be your friend anymore, Anzu. I don't want to be anyone's friend..." Cerulean eyes widened.
"Y-you don't mean it!"
"But I do..."
Anzu puffed her cheeks, eyes set ablaze with a sudden distaste.
Slap!
"Snap out of it, Yuugi!" she yelled, body shaking from the slap she landed on Yuugi. Amethyst eyes stared back at her, shock evident in those pools. Yuugi raised a hand slowly up to his cheek, grazing it with merely two fingers and began to trace along the red mark. "T-this isn't like you..."
Something inside of Yuugi snapped, something buried deep within his heart that had been wanting for so long to escape and be free. "You know nothing about me!" he hissed, glaring dangerously at her. "Nothing!"
For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Plain, old silence. Then Yuugi's eyes took a look of daze, shifting into ruby ones momentarily. He had retreated back into his mind, allowing his yami to take over. No longer did he wish to be around Anzu, or any of his other friends.
Disappear...
Slap!
"Now you know what it's like to be slapped by a friend," the cruel voice spoke with malice. "Not a very nice feeling is it, Anzu?"
From afar, Jou and Honda watched without making a move, astonished by the scene being displayed.
"Yuugi has no need for you. Any of you."
"B-but we're his friends..."
"He's right Anzu." The brunette gasped. "I don't need you. I don't need any of you..."
I'm tired of this, tired of it all. I'm tired of you always being there, just there. I don't know why but... I can't stand it anymore. Any of this...
"Yuugi... no. You can't... you don't mean..."
"I do."
"No, Yuugi!" Anzu reached out to grab Yuugi's arm but it was too late. He was already gone.
"Don't ever touch Yuugi!" Yami yelled, pulling his arm out of her grasp. He turned around and started to walk away from the group, ruby irises focused only on reaching home. Not once did he look back nor did he feel remorse in his actions.
Alone in their shared soul room they sat, both leaning against each other, their backs against the other's.
"They don't understand me..."
"They don't understand you. They can't. You don't even understand yourself..."
"I don't... understand."
"But I understand you..."
"Only you."
"But I can't tell you..."
"Why?"
"Because... I can't. Yuugi, do you want to leave here?"
"Leave?"
"Yes..."
"Sure. Why not."
Ruby eyes narrowed while scrutinizing the petite figure of Yuugi. "No, this simply won't do," Yami mumbled to himself. "It just won't."
"Y-yami...?"
"Hmm..."
From a rack beside them, Yami grabbed a piece of clothing and handed it to Yuugi. "Here. Take this and the other one, and go change."
"E-eh!?"
"Go!" he ushered.
After a few minutes of waiting, the door of the changing room slowly opened, Yuugi emerging in his new attire soon after. "So..." he whispered. "What... do you think?"
Yami stared, his mouth nearly drooling at the sight. His hikari was dressed in some very short shorts, a tank top that stopped an inch above his belly button and a sleeveless trench coat that reached his knees. Best of all, it was black and leather, his favorite kind of clothing. "Beautiful," he breathed out.
Yami turned to the cashier close to them and nodded. "We'll take it."
Once they were out the store along with Yuugi dressed in his new clothes, the two look alike linked hands, their grip on each other tight and strong with unwillingness to let go. Yuugi gazed up at yami. Somehow the ancient pharaoh had discovered a way to gain his own physical body and they had set off, leaving no traces of them ever leaving the town of Domino.
It didn't matter where they went. What mattered was they were together and nothing was going to change it. Nothing.
"Yami...?"
"Yes, Yuugi?"
"Why did you have to buy me new clothes...?" Yami stopped and smirked, twisting his body to meet the curious glance of the innocent one. One calloused finger lifted the boy's cheek to meet his eye level.
"Because... I like to see my aibou dressed like this..." he whispered huskily, voice lined with lust. "Of course... if aibou does not like it... then--"
"No! I like it! I was just... wondering. That's all... really..."
"Hmm."
Yuugi's POV
My mother once told me when I was young...
That you stop caring once you grow up.
But that doesn't matter.
'Cause I've got Yami...
End Yuugi's POV
Lately, I've been depressed.
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A/N : Yes, it's supposed to make hardly any sense, have no absolute point and confuse you. XD Blame it on the daydreaming I tend to do... /shakes head/
But still, I'd appreciate any review! 'Cause there's a second part to this. XD (And it's longer!) Thanks for reading!
-Miso