Tempest's Wake part 2
Notes: Angst for the most part. So don't like, don't read.
Rating: PG-13, but it might get ampped up in a few chapters.
Disclaimer: No, the beautiful bois of Yugioh, and the annoying friendship-rabid Anzu are not mine, BUT DAMN IT WHY CAN'T THEY BE…except Anzu…Yu-gi-oh's creator can have her…..
Shoutouts: To all the peeps who have been harassing me to write. Yes, I know you all want ITA to be updated, but unfortunately it ain't happening as long as I am in the nation's capital, and C-chan is in Louisiana with the damn journal….maybe at Thanksgiving...it'll be a Christmas present for y'all.
Randomness: Some peeps (hmm…its my new word) e-mailed me (instead of reviewing ;;) and thought that it was Noa running around in the first chapter… to those people, who's to say it isn't?…hehehe….
On ta da story!
Chapter 2
The Eye of the Hurricane
"The latest Hurricane to hit the area seems to have started to die down. However according to our weather team, it seems that there is another one, Hurricane Ashleigh, on its heels! Residents in the area are urged to evacuate if possible, but with the weather going to way it is it may seem better to just batten down the-"
Mako Tsunami irately turned off the radio. The ocean duelist flopped onto the cozy window seat of his bedroom stared at the gray sky and churning seas. He hadn't been able to evacuate along with his neighbors. He had pulled his ship into the docks too late and now it was too dangerous to attempt moving the boat out the storm's reach.
So far, fate had been good to him as the damages done to the boat were minimal and repairable. He smiled to himself, You taught me well, father. A Tsunami can always be prepared for anything. Mako was certain that when his neighbors and fellow sailors returned that they would help the younger seafarer with the repairs. The people of his little town had always looked after him as their own after Mako's father had disappeared into the very ocean that Mako revered.
The tall young man stretched his muscular shoulders with a big yawn. He was bored being holed up in his home for so many days waiting for nature to unleash her vengeance. Scratching absently at the sash tied about his forehead, Mako looked out once more. There was a storm brewing, no doubt about that. But nothing serious was happening at the moment, and it would be good, he thought, to get out for a bit.
He pulled on his sandals and a light weight sweater and stepped outside his home. The salty smell of the ocean assaulted his senses as a strong breeze swirled about him. The town was deathly still and quiet as he made his way to the beach that lay below the bluff where the town was located.
While he climbed down the white steps that were hewn into the rock of the bluff, Mako could see the boats docked in the harbor. They were all still afloat, which was fortunate. The sails however of Mako's boat had definitely seen better days.
He walked along the white sand away from the docks, the sight of his boat damaged, although minimally, depressed him. Mako wanted to walk to clear his mind. He was worried about the storm that was coming, worried for his fellow neighbors who were still out at sea, and worried for the new Duel Monsters tournament that was being held in a few months in Hawaii.
As the "Ocean Duelist", Mako wanted to dominate this tournament and get his reputation going as a true competitor for the elite duelists. His chances were good as neither of his friends, Yugi Mutoh or Joey Wheeler were not entering due to personal conflicts. And most importantly, neither was Seto Kaiba.
Mako snorted as he pulled his sweater tighter, the beach was exceptionally cold that day, or was it the thrill of excitement that he would easily win this tournament? There was no competition for him. The King of Games and his best friend were out of the runnings and so was the former world champion. Mako had been surprised that Kaiba wouldn't be there, trying to get some other titles over Yugi before the pretensions bastard of a duelist challenged his rival again. However, Kaiba hadn't been seen in a year and a half. The teen had practically fallen off the face of the planet since his embarrassing defeat in his own Battle City tournament.
Not that I am upset to here that he's not around. That jerk had it coming, its good that Yugi took him down a peg…again. It'll teach him to be humble to his competitors. Mako thought as he continued his stroll across the cold white sand. He made his way to where the tide was breaking, allowing the cold water to splash over his feet. He could see various debris floating in the water and washed up along the beach. Wood, fishing nets, poles, clothing, a shoe, and a scuba mask were some of the items Mako passed as he silently prayed that those items did not belong to anyone he knew.
The pensive boy made his way to a pile of rocks that sat just above where the wave's broke. He sat quietly tugging his knees to his chest as he gazed upon the dark horizon. This was what Mako's neighbors had dubbed, "Mako's Crow's Nest" as it was a common sight to see the young man out on the rocks gazing into the distance. Mako smiled at the memory, as it proved how loved he was by those who lived with him. But the rock served a sadder purpose, as it was here that Mako stood day after day looking for his father, praying that the man would appear safe and sound. However his search was fruitless, his father was forever lost to the sea. Mako could feel his eyes water at the memory of his father being swept overboard during a storm, and leaving his only son in the care their kind neighbors. Despite the townspeople's affections for him, Mako sometimes felt lonely. He had friends, yes, but he lacked a family. It was days like these where the sea was an angry black and the sky a putrid gray, that inspired lonesomeness in Mako.
Scrubbing his eyes to purge the rising tears, Mako turned his head slightly to escape the air's windy onslaught. The wind was picking up, meaning that the storm was getting closer. Mako sighed as he got to his feet, scowling dejectedly at the prospect that he would be spending the next few days indoors.
A seagull flew overhead squawking irritatingly as it looked for shelter. Mako wondered as he watched the bird, why it had not flown off with its flock when he noticed it land on the beach near a lump of blue cloth that had washed up a few yards away from the rocks.
The ocean duelist watched as the bird pecked at the cloth, and then waddled its way over to pile of brown stuff that lay near by. It was this time when the bird pecked at the mass, that it stirred.
"It's alive?" Mako gasped as he jumped from his perch and ran to where the bird had landed.
Mako's fast approach sent the bird screeching into the sky as it fled from the tall figure. Mako sank down into the sand next to the form in the sand. It was a person. The figure was wet and caked with drying sand. The person's skin was white, translucent as it almost blended into the sand where it laid.
The frayed and torn garment revealed to Mako that the unfortunate one was male, as the remnants of the blue cloth hung barely to the boy's thin arms and upper body. The boy shivered in the sand, the only movement that alerted Mako to the fact that boy was amazingly still alive. Amazingly was accurate as the boy appeared to be malnourished, his skin covered in a multiple abrasions. The boy's sable brown hair was long and matted, encrusted with sand and hung limply past the boy's shoulders.
Mako carefully pulled the smaller form into his arms as he turned the boy's face towards him. The face, despite his body's appearance, was smooth and pale like porcelain. However, Mako could see the outline's of the boy's jaw and cheek bones possibly due to a lack of food and water.
Mako drew the boy closer to his broader body to offer the dying form warmth. He curiously drew his fingers over the boy's blue lips, a sign that the boy was suffering from hypothermia. At his touch, the boy made a soft gasp, and slowly his eyes fluttered opened.
Mako nearly dropped the boy when he saw the startling blue eyes that had been unveiled. Given the boy's dark hair, and despite the stranger's fair skin, Mako had been expecting brown or black eyes, not the jarring blue that could easily revival sapphires.
The boy blinked twice at the figure that was hovering over him. The blue eyes were dazed as they fought for the strength to remain open. Mako stared in shock as the boy looked dimly around at his surroundings. Suddenly the piercing blue settled entirely on him and focused for a brief second.
With a shaky hand and great effort, Mako remained still in complete shock as the boy painfully raised a thin hand to touch one of Mako's raven locks of hair.
"F-found…you.." the boy rasped in a horribly tortured voice.
Mako shook his head in disbelief that boy could speak in his state, "Found? What do you mean?"
The boy gave a soft smile before his eyes drifted shut and his body slackened. Mako shook the boy gently attempting to rouse him. But the boy remained still, unconscious and barely alive in Mako's grasp.
The taller boy got to his feet, hefting his discovery in his arms as he ran as fast as could to the town. As his feet pounded against the packed sand Mako prayed that the boy would last so he could be delivered to a doctor's care.
TBC
Muahahhaaa..cliffie for you all!
And yes, I lied about Noa, but don't worry our virtual Kaiba will be making an appearance soon.
Go R and R!!
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