Narrator's Note: Oh my good-ness. Who's perceptive could this short blurb be coming from its such a mystery no one knows who could it be oh my gooood whoooooo.
[?.?.?]
When he first woke up, there was nothing. Not darkness. Not light. No shadows were creeping around the corner, and no energy to create them. There was simply nothing. So he laid there, his eye narrow, his hands across his chest, utterly unsure of himself.
Was this natural? He couldn't recall. Merely laying still felt natural to his body, with no notion of who he was, what he was, or where he was. Yet, there was an itch in his brain that begged to get up. Still, he stayed there a little longer, as if doing so would make everything clear.
When it didn't, he eventually rolled over and examined himself. Two palms, flexing in and out, trying to gauge exactly what they could do. Two knees, two feet, two eyes, all features that made him whole. Although, somehow, he didn't feel whole. Something was missing.
The man got up, wanting so badly to roll his shoulders and stretch. Too bad this jacket was so snug against his toned features. The blazer could come off, couldn't it? Why not just remove it? Well, the answer to that was complicated. It just felt wrong. As if somehow, this wasn't his jacket, so it wasn't his to get rid of. And then there were these pants. Ugh. Not only were they itchy, but they constraining. Was that also too small for him? Whose clothes were these, anyways? He could tell by the frustrating tightness that he was a bare shoulder and breeze-above-the-knees kind of guy.
"In time, dear boy. But before that, you and I have a game to play, remember?"
A call to action. In this place, everything was so clouded in mystery. The man wasn't sure of what he should think about any of it, or even how he should feel. To explore or not explore? To uncover or not uncover? Alone in the nothing of his soul, each day was an indecisive battle.
"You promise you'll bring us back if we do?"
But not when the call ran out. The only time he was ever sure, ever confident in his feelings, was when the voices ran through the air. A fire lit in his belly. There were no doubts. It was time to fulfill the only duty he knew. The man began a brisk walk through the nothing.
"On my word."
It looked like the nothing was never ending. There were no walls to call it home, no barriers to stop it. Just a blank slate across an infinite plain. But looks can be deceiving.
"Fine then, I guess..."
He walked for only a short time before the outline of something came into sight. Slowly the details became clear, and no longer was it an orange/yellow blob, but a golden door. On the center of which sat that ever seeing eye. This place had no sense of direction. Every time the man tried to find this landmark on his own, the task seemed impossible. Once he had even counted his steps, pivoted around, and went back the way he came. But, nada. It had disappeared.
Yet, somehow, whenever the call came out, a voice whispered directions inside him. In moments like this, he could always find the door.
"It's time to duel."
The man grasped onto the handle and took in a deep breath. The door swung open, peaks of a rugged hallway cracking through the frame. The man stepped through the door and closed it behind him.
Narrator's Note: For those of you offended that I stepped on Yami's never ending confidence...
I'm not sorry. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧