[fic] Theme 069 "Strangle" {Yuugiou: Yami/Yuugi; PG-16}
Happy 2010!
Genre: General/Angst
Rating: PG-16
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: What’s the best way to go, really?
Disclaimer: (in a zombie voice) No, I don’t own Yuugiou.
Spoilers: Um...ending of series, yes.
Warnings: Rated for ponderings of death, and an emo!Yuugi (with a bit of a sarcastic touch and going slightly delirious), even though I like him to be strong.
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I lie in my bed, eyes open, staring at the blank, white ceiling, so deep in thought that I appear to be not breathing.
That will suit me just fine, but as it stands, I am still breathing, so.
It’s been two days, can you believe it? It seemed like a drag, every second of the day. I can’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling anymore - hurt? Anger? Despair? Bitterness? Hollow?
Oh...that sounds about right.
After all, I’m nothing but a vessel for the Pharaoh, who’s gone back to the Afterlife now, as you can probably guess by my lack of will to do anything. Without the other half of my soul, and consequently without the (used to, I correct myself) ever-reassuring mind that nudges me whenever I feel troubled.
It’s funny, really. Life’s made up of choices, going down either this path, or that, or the one less walked. I definitely took that one when I first solved the Sennen Puzzle. And even with such advanced technology now, I’m having so much difficulty. It’s supposed to make our lives easier, but all it does is complicate our lives further by opening up infinitely more doors to the future. In a sense, that’s a good thing, but not in this case.
I roll to my side, seeing but not seeing the dresser less than a foot away from me. It will be just like an accident-too close to it before I rolled and gashed myself in the temple. That sounds believable enough.
Then there’s also the possibility of a bath...I mean, it’s reasonable to say I’ve been so exhausted that I fell asleep, and the water’s so very warm...
I can also accidentally leave the stove on, disable the smoke detector... Jii-chan is conveniently out-of-town for a week, but then, he’ll be utterly devastated to see his home destroyed to a pile of ashes, so this option’s out of the question.
Perhaps I can get some Advil? Tylenol? They don’t need prescriptions, and if I take more than the recommended dosage...
Or I can take some shortcuts when I’m not supposed to, and hope to be mugged and end it quickly that way?
There’s also the rope in the storage room, the knives in the kitchen, the razor in the bathroom...
Geez, you’re hopeless. How hard is it to just choose? The sarcastic side (since when? I wonder) of my conscience reprimands me.
I start to laugh, softly, then it grows in volume; it’s so ironic, too ironic, that I’m unable to do anything...even if it’s just to find a solution to my problems.
Before the Puzzle was completed, I managed just fine, didn’t I?
Curse this dependency.
But in the end, does it matter anymore? I’m already fading, bit by bit each day, yet this shell still...lives. Hollow, but alive.
Death by a broken heart, heh...
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 479
Authoress Notes: I am, again, in no way encouraging any of you to actually consider these choices.
The first thought of Yuugi hurting himself on the corner of his dresser is inspired by my clumsy three-year-old self. I stumbled in IKEA once and nearly hit my eye on the corner of the service desk...yeah, not the most pleasant experience, I was bleeding a lot. I still have the scar from it, haha. Good ol’ childhood memories. xD
And regarding the last prompt, for those who didn’t quite get it: first of all, when I say put your mind in the gutter, do so. Second of all, what activity do you suppose will ‘require’ a person to repeat a name over and over again (no, not your mother scolding you)? Let’s assume Yami is the shy little boy who doesn’t quite know how to tell Yuugi his overflowing love and how much release he’s yearning for...are we seeing the picture here yet?
To those who has the fangirl mind like me - congrats! (passes out cookies)
Genre: General/Angst
Rating: PG-16
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: What’s the best way to go, really?
Disclaimer: (in a zombie voice) No, I don’t own Yuugiou.
Spoilers: Um...ending of series, yes.
Warnings: Rated for ponderings of death, and an emo!Yuugi (with a bit of a sarcastic touch and going slightly delirious), even though I like him to be strong.
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I lie in my bed, eyes open, staring at the blank, white ceiling, so deep in thought that I appear to be not breathing.
That will suit me just fine, but as it stands, I am still breathing, so.
It’s been two days, can you believe it? It seemed like a drag, every second of the day. I can’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling anymore - hurt? Anger? Despair? Bitterness? Hollow?
Oh...that sounds about right.
After all, I’m nothing but a vessel for the Pharaoh, who’s gone back to the Afterlife now, as you can probably guess by my lack of will to do anything. Without the other half of my soul, and consequently without the (used to, I correct myself) ever-reassuring mind that nudges me whenever I feel troubled.
It’s funny, really. Life’s made up of choices, going down either this path, or that, or the one less walked. I definitely took that one when I first solved the Sennen Puzzle. And even with such advanced technology now, I’m having so much difficulty. It’s supposed to make our lives easier, but all it does is complicate our lives further by opening up infinitely more doors to the future. In a sense, that’s a good thing, but not in this case.
I roll to my side, seeing but not seeing the dresser less than a foot away from me. It will be just like an accident-too close to it before I rolled and gashed myself in the temple. That sounds believable enough.
Then there’s also the possibility of a bath...I mean, it’s reasonable to say I’ve been so exhausted that I fell asleep, and the water’s so very warm...
I can also accidentally leave the stove on, disable the smoke detector... Jii-chan is conveniently out-of-town for a week, but then, he’ll be utterly devastated to see his home destroyed to a pile of ashes, so this option’s out of the question.
Perhaps I can get some Advil? Tylenol? They don’t need prescriptions, and if I take more than the recommended dosage...
Or I can take some shortcuts when I’m not supposed to, and hope to be mugged and end it quickly that way?
There’s also the rope in the storage room, the knives in the kitchen, the razor in the bathroom...
Geez, you’re hopeless. How hard is it to just choose? The sarcastic side (since when? I wonder) of my conscience reprimands me.
I start to laugh, softly, then it grows in volume; it’s so ironic, too ironic, that I’m unable to do anything...even if it’s just to find a solution to my problems.
Before the Puzzle was completed, I managed just fine, didn’t I?
Curse this dependency.
But in the end, does it matter anymore? I’m already fading, bit by bit each day, yet this shell still...lives. Hollow, but alive.
Death by a broken heart, heh...
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 479
Authoress Notes: I am, again, in no way encouraging any of you to actually consider these choices.
The first thought of Yuugi hurting himself on the corner of his dresser is inspired by my clumsy three-year-old self. I stumbled in IKEA once and nearly hit my eye on the corner of the service desk...yeah, not the most pleasant experience, I was bleeding a lot. I still have the scar from it, haha. Good ol’ childhood memories. xD
And regarding the last prompt, for those who didn’t quite get it: first of all, when I say put your mind in the gutter, do so. Second of all, what activity do you suppose will ‘require’ a person to repeat a name over and over again (no, not your mother scolding you)? Let’s assume Yami is the shy little boy who doesn’t quite know how to tell Yuugi his overflowing love and how much release he’s yearning for...are we seeing the picture here yet?
To those who has the fangirl mind like me - congrats! (passes out cookies)