Girders Pointed Toward the Sky
Author's Note: Inspired by Patema Inverted. Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL series.
Pairing: Established Yuma x Shobee.
Summary:
Shobee takes a leap of faith.
The unfinished skyscraper is the steeple he scales.
The stairwell terminated four floors ago, and his climb since, predicated on how tightly he held on to what remained of the building's skeleton, without screwing up and free-falling to his death.
He gripped the metal, swinging his legs onto the level above and securing them around each steel bar during his ascent. In spite of the lessons he'd been taught, his effort wasn't to be closer to the god sought so religiously by society (the same reason armed soldiers were clambering after him).
Shobee was aware.
His wasn't the only society. That boy – the boy from the Underplace – was proof!
But that proof was floating away.
Yuma's inverted gravity was pulling him higher, and soon, it would take him past the last girders of the skyscraper, where Shobee would lose his ability to reach him.
Toward the sky.
Control over the masses. That's what Yuma represented to the ruling order.
Those from Shobee's world were grounded, and mechanical flight was forbidden. If they discovered there was a whole other society thriving beneath theirs, unanchored and drawn to the domain of the divine while they themselves were stranded on land…
The sky would fall.
Shobee thought it was high time it did.
"Yuma! Yo, hang on, damn you! I'll get you down!"
"Shobee!" Yuma couldn't, solid anything escaping his hands.
It was easier not floating away when he had a surface to stand on. Relevant to note, upside-down, but a ceiling or the bottom of an I-beam did the trick!
A strong surface and Shobee's arms around him.
Shobee didn't weigh much, but so long as Yuma was on stable footing, he wouldn't drift off like he was doing now.
As Yuma's knees cleared the point of no return, Shobee got to the top.
No more building from here on up. He'd have to jump.
He didn't hear the barrage of bullets behind him. He ran on the narrow beam and channelled his all into the launch.
Getting Yuma down was perhaps too ambitious of him. Shobee's added weight interrupted Yuma's rise for a second, but they were slingshotted into the clouds.
At least they were out of range of the soldiers' guns.
How far could they continue falling up?
Was there even an end to the sky?
Yuma and Shobee embraced and braced against the thinning air's cold.
Nearer to the ground, it was Shobee meeting a lost Yuma, squeezing him in this position and stopping him from flying away, that led them to connecting the way they did.
The universe was dead set on yanking them apart in opposite directions.
"Shobee!"
"Yuma, don't let go!"
Regardless of what existed the higher they fell, if the sky wanted Yuma, it would have to admit Shobee as well.