Spaztasm: five years to my fannish name
On June 3, 2005, a little seventh-grader created an account on fanfiction.net. She (for this seventh-grader was indeed a girl) was as silly and cliche as all girls are at that age, and after some debate, she finally decided on the daftest of names possible: fallen-angel-of-repression. Four days later, she started posting what would end up being her longest of stories: a ridiculous, 100000 Yu-Gi-Oh semi-AU puzzleshipping fanfiction that holds her worse writing, her best writing, and the start of a love affair that has lasted five years so far.
I could continue waxing about this silly girl and how fanfiction changed her life, but I thought up a better way to celebrate: I shall now post the self-insert "disclaimer story" of my beloved virgin fiction. This story was broken up into multiple parts and posted one part per chapter for the course of almost the entire story. Please, oh please I entreat thee to read this truly wondrous part of my personal Epic Fail history. It's stupendously terrible and I invite your mocking laughter for it is well deserved.
[Please note that I did not edit the following for style, grammar or content. I have, however, included some line breaks that were not originally in the text to make reading a little easier. Other than these formatting changes, this is as it has appeared in my fanfiction.]
Our two bodies lay entwined on the soft, dew-covered grass. Yami's bare body now lay on top of my skin. He was panting slightly. He lifted his defined chest a bit off mine, however, leaving himself still in me. He bend down and whispered passionately in my ear, "fallen-angel-of-repression, I am forever yours."
I responded, gently, "No, you are not mine, love." The Pharaoh's crimson eyes peered into my chestnut orbs, clearly hurt. "I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of its characters. That includes you."
I felt Yami's hesitation to continue. Why had I said I could never own him? It was true. I had promised the lawyers in black suits I would never own Yami's heart, but why did I have to tell him? Why didn't I lie? Yami, hurt still mixed in his crimson eyes, didn't exit me. Why? He knew that I couldn't have his love, but why didn't he take his length out? He smiled at my dazed confusion. "You may never own my heart," he whispered in my ear, blowing softly into it, "But there is nothing that says I can't own yours…" The young Pharaoh leaned in and kissed me, passion exploding from his lips.
When I felt his soft, delicate lips leave mine, I sighed. What a stupid man. He knows I can't love him, but he stills loves me. I opened my chestnut eyes to see Yami's crimson rubies hanging slightly above my head. He brought his knees to my wide hips, leaving me slightly. I raised myself to feel him entirely again. He smiled. This was what he wanted. He wanted me to need him. What a bitch. I lifted my head and brought my lips to his neck. As I nibbled on his delicate skin, I began to hear it. Footsteps were getting closer and closer to the spot where the Pharaoh and I were laying, naked…
My teeth remained on Yami's sweaty neck. We both had frozen, as if keeping still would hide us. Hide us from the black suits. The footfalls became louder and louder. Yami shifted his weight. I expected the Pharaoh to finally exit, but he didn't. He lifted his right muscular arm and gingerly placed it on my chin. He pushed my face away from his neck gently, making sure not to harm me. Crimson orbs invested my face, as if trying to remember it. After the lawyers came, they would send him to Anime World forever, taking him away from me. He didn't belong to me. They could do what ever they wanted. I brought my arms to his arched back, bringing him into a soft hug. I pressed my face between his ribcage, waiting for the men in black suits to arrive.
The heartbeat of my lover was odd for the situation we were in. It skipped beats and was extremely slow. It was as if… as if it was trying to draw out all time with it. "You fucking bitch!" I heard someone scream only a few feet away. "You fucking bitch! We made a damn contract! You signed it with your disgusting filthy blood, you whore!" the same voice continued to yell, closer than before. It was over us. I felt the weight of my love's chest lift away from me. Yami's legs stood its place, creating a massive arch in his spine. "Get off the nasty tramp, Pharaoh!" Another voice yelled. I closed my chestnut eyes as salty tears ran from them.
"Leave us be, you pieces of crap." Yami's voice was as calm as his heartbeat, but just as eerie.
"Come on, Pharaoh." I felt Yami push forward, to lie on me completely again, only to be pulled back with the force of many men. "My love, leave me. You are too precious to me to return to the hell they call Anime World. I don't own your heart and I do not allow you to own mine. I… I… hate you."
I couldn't bare it. Yami's crimson pools of beauty and knowledge far beyond what I will ever understand began to tear. Behind him, snickers of victory came from the heartless black suits. I closed my eyes. At least now he won't go to Anime World. I couldn't feel any inch of my bare body. My numbness began the second I said it. The horrible words that still polluted my mouth. I hate you. I tried to get up but, even using all my strength, but couldn't.
I opened my eyes to see Yami still on me, staring down at me with… was it… amusement? He shook his head and bent down to my ear. "You may fool them easily but not me. I won't believe it. You are a very good liar but that was really bad acting. I will be back and you will have me when I am done. I promise…" He paused. "Sorry about this." He pushed himself back up and, while biting his lip, slapped me across the face. The lawyers only laughed harder. "Sorry." He whispered until finally exiting me.
I watched as he buckled his belt. The bastard was going to pursue me after this is supposed to be done. I had never truly loved him like he loved me. I hadn't wanted him like he wanted me. But as he pulled on his tight shirt that left little for the imagination, I knew. I had been lying to myself for so long. I told myself I just wanted his money. His looks. His fame. But that was all a lie. I wanted him. Yami Atemu. I wanted his eyes. His personality. His love.
Finally I sat up to begin to put on my clothes. I watched him turn to leave as I tried to find my last idem of clothing, my favorite bracelet. Yami had given it to me the first night we kissed. I didn't kiss him because of the extremely expensive bracelet. No. I kissed him because I wanted to kiss him. I never did that before. I always gave the first kiss after the dude gave me something. But not this time. I kissed him under the serene, blue moonlight. He gave me the bracelet when we were done. He had bought it the second he dropped me off from the first date. My love followed the pack of lawyers.
He was about two yards away from me when he turned around. I looked up He smiled and brought his hand to his face. He opened it and my bracelet hung from one finger. 'Give it back!' I mouthed. 'I will.' Yami turned back and ran to the front of the suits. In one second, they had turned a corner to follow a path and were gone.
-
Rum bottles littered the floor like wildflowers in a meadow. Nectar leaked from their mouths to stain the grass carpet. My heart shattered like the bottle that fell from my bedside table. My soul had broken due to the constant tugging of two determined sides. One wanted to pick up the ringing phone. But Yami was sure to be on the other side. The other side couldn't talk to him. To talk to him would be sentencing him to a lifetime in Anime World. He would be alone, only to emerge from his hell to act in his show. No matter how many times Yami said he didn't care, that I was worth it, I couldn't let him make that sacrifice. Not for me. I was just a junkie gone prostitute gone gold digger. I was worth nothing. I closed my chestnut orbs and took a swing of whatever liquor was in my hand. I felt the bitter, hot liquor enter my mouth. It soon flowed from my mouth to my lips, mixing with my salty tears. Darkness overtook me as my consciousness left me.
-
The first thing I felt was his tears. Falling from his perfect jawbone to land on my pasty face. I couldn't see but I knew it was him. I couldn't hear but I knew he was chanting in a language thousands of years old. Then, I felt his body heat from his legs at the middle of my back. Judging by the bumps and dips of the legs, he was sitting cross-legged with me on top. A burning, uncomfortable sensation ran throughout my limp body to collect between my breasts. As this sensation left my toes, fingers, forehead, shins... it was replaced by a soothing chill. Pressure built on the mass of burning. My eyes flew open as well as my mouth. I could only see blurs. I tried to scream in agony, but couldn't. Not an ounce of the hot sensation was in any part of my body except my chest. I thought it was going to explode. I closed my eyes so I couldn't see my guts jump into the air.
But then... I felt the warmness evaporate. Once again, I flung open my eyes. Everything was a lot less blurry, but I still couldn't make out shapes. From my chest area, a shinning light escaped. It was beautiful, with colorful sparkles flowing in it. I was unsure whether it was liquid or gas. The light twirled around in the air and made a path to the figure holding me. It hit him squarely in the chest, right where his heart would be. He continued to chant. However, even in my weaken state of sight, I could see the amount of suffering in his face.
As the end of the string of light exited me, taking along the last of the burning, my eyes cleared. I gained control over my body again. I quickly sat up. Yami smiled at me. He looked... so happy. His face contorted in pain. His glaze fell from me to his chest. The light was almost completely inside him. As the string finally entered him, Yami began to wobble maniacally, falling backwards. His crimson eyes shut. He stopped breathing.
-
On the hard chair, I watched my perfect love, lying on the stiff bed. He hadn't moved much the past couple of weeks. Neither have I. The lawyers had stuck by for the first day, but never came back. They had to show reruns of the show... The doctors had said it was alcohol poisoning. He had enough liquor in his body to serve a bar successfully for a night. But he never drank. He said that the taste of light beer made him sick. I, on the other hand, never threw up. I could stomach so much rum, I could have... died without purging. Fuck. That was what I did, didn't I? Drank so much I couldn't handle it. But there was nothing in my system when I came here. Wait... the string of light... the burning... the chanting...
"You stupid bitch." I whispered, gently pushing one of Yami's bangs behind his ear. "Using your magic to save me. Real smart." I leaned in and kissed his soft lips. He loved me so much, he was willing to give up... everything. "Please get up. I love you so much."
I was about to kiss him again when I saw his lips move. "Finally, you said it"
"Yami!" I yelled, tumbling forward from my chair to land on him. He groaned as I gave him a tight embrace. "Oh, God. Yami." I feel my eyes begin to get moist, but I blinked it out.
"Hey, fallen-angel. You know I have been awake for three hours, wai-"
"You have been awake!" I said, releasing him.
"Yeah. I was waiting for you to say something. For the love of Ra., I thought you would be saying over and over again how much you loved me..."
I raised my eyebrow. "You arrogant, bigheaded fool."
"Well... You said it, right?" He said, his eyes widening. I bit my lip
and returned to my seat. He pushed himself up and pouted. "Right?"
"I... I... I..." I was about to say it to him. That I loved him. But then, the image of Anime World came into my head.
"I just wanted you to get up... You are one of my closest friends." His crimson rocks concealed themselves behind his eyelids. He fell down, back to laying position.
"Get out." He whispered, barely moving his lips.
"What?"
"Get out. I have too many girls, and guys, that "just want to be friends." I am okay with them. They hardly meant anything to me. But I... can't have you around as just a friend. Now get out before I get the nurse." I got up and ran to the door. As I exited it, I turned to see my love crying silently into his hands.
-
I waited. And waited. And waited. But my phone never rung. It stood silent and still, mocking me... laughing at me... Why did I even care that he didn't call? I was the one who broke it off. I was the one who told him that what we had was just a friendship with great benefits. I shouldn't care so much. I really shouldn't... But of course, I did. I said those things to keep him safe. In the long run, he would be happy. But at the time I said those awful words, I didn't think of myself, something which I never do. Now that the damage was done, I understand that, even if he will be happy, I will never feel whole again. I felt my arm rise to the phone. I tried to pull it back but the limb wouldn't listen. I yelped as pain tingled up my arm as I gave more force to my thoughts. But no matter how much I wanted to stop, my hand reached the phone. The shaking fingers on my right hand crawled around the receiver while my left was pushing in Yami's number.
It rang three times. I have no clue why the hell I am doing this. All I know is that I need to hear his voice one more time. On the other side of the phone, someone picked up. "Hello, Atemu residence. This is Yugi speaking, Yami's one true lover. Said so himself. May I ask who's calling?" Words couldn't form in my now dry mouth. It was nine P.M. and Yami had some boy over, who was claiming to be his. He had moved on. Past me. I began to wept, over the phone. "Hello? Who is this?" I continued to cry.
Then, I heard my love's voice in the background. "Yugi, what did I tell you about answering the phone like that. Give me it." There was a rustling in the background. "Hello?" Tears came quicker, hearing his strong voice. "Fallen-angel?" He asked, surprised.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your date." I slammed the phone down and got up. In seconds, I was ready and I left into the warm night.
-
I sat on the meadow where we spent our last time together, weeping silently in my hands. I never felt so alone. I was hollow without him. I needed him near me. I wanted him close. Without Yami, I was nothing but an empty shell. But I gave him up. I consciously gave him up. What a mistake that was. Now, I knew that we were always meant for each other. Now I knew I- A hand gripped onto my shoulder.
"Fallen-angel?" A low, baritone voice said from in front of me. Gasping, I looked up to see him. My Yami, in all his handsome glory.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your date?" I whimpered slightly.
He smiled. "With who? Yugi?" After my meek nod, he laughed out. "Yugi? Yugi is just a friend. He works on the show. I told him not to answer the phone like that. Once, he did that to my mother. Well, the cast forced their way into my house to celebrate... Wait. Why would you think I was with someone else when I love you?" Confusion dancing in my heart, I looked into his crimson rubies. "What? But you said-" "I know perfectly well what I said. But I also know what you said and why you said it. I know you love me. And I know I need you as much as you need me."
We were there, me sitting, him on one of his knees. I burrowed my face into his shoulder, smelling his intoxicating scent. His arms wrapped tightly around me, he nuzzled his cheek into my hair. I was safe. I was complete. I was in his arms. We stood like that for so long, but I loved ever second of it. As smoothly did this relaxation fell over me did it leave. I pulled out of our embrace so my eyes met his.
"What about the lawyers? They will find out. They will take you to Anime World. I- I can't let that happen. I-"
Smiling softly, Yami put one, long finger over my lips. "Why do you think the crew is celebrating? We all hated those lawyers. So, we fired them. Each and every last one."
My eyebrows rose in surprise. "But the show will need to have someone to take care of the legal stuff as long as the show is running?" He, once again, smiled.
"The show is ending this season. We will be free to do whatever we what. Or whoever…" He added, a mischievous hint in his voice. My face must have lit up. He pecked my forehead and dove his hand into his pocket. He fished around in it until he found what he was looking for. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, my bracelet along with it. "I think this belongs to you." He whispered into my ear, putting the bracelet on my wrist. He kissed my lips, and we stood there, on the soft, dew-covered grass.
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...And now I shall go and purge my fanfiction of this monstrosity.
I could continue waxing about this silly girl and how fanfiction changed her life, but I thought up a better way to celebrate: I shall now post the self-insert "disclaimer story" of my beloved virgin fiction. This story was broken up into multiple parts and posted one part per chapter for the course of almost the entire story. Please, oh please I entreat thee to read this truly wondrous part of my personal Epic Fail history. It's stupendously terrible and I invite your mocking laughter for it is well deserved.
[Please note that I did not edit the following for style, grammar or content. I have, however, included some line breaks that were not originally in the text to make reading a little easier. Other than these formatting changes, this is as it has appeared in my fanfiction.]
Our two bodies lay entwined on the soft, dew-covered grass. Yami's bare body now lay on top of my skin. He was panting slightly. He lifted his defined chest a bit off mine, however, leaving himself still in me. He bend down and whispered passionately in my ear, "fallen-angel-of-repression, I am forever yours."
I responded, gently, "No, you are not mine, love." The Pharaoh's crimson eyes peered into my chestnut orbs, clearly hurt. "I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of its characters. That includes you."
I felt Yami's hesitation to continue. Why had I said I could never own him? It was true. I had promised the lawyers in black suits I would never own Yami's heart, but why did I have to tell him? Why didn't I lie? Yami, hurt still mixed in his crimson eyes, didn't exit me. Why? He knew that I couldn't have his love, but why didn't he take his length out? He smiled at my dazed confusion. "You may never own my heart," he whispered in my ear, blowing softly into it, "But there is nothing that says I can't own yours…" The young Pharaoh leaned in and kissed me, passion exploding from his lips.
When I felt his soft, delicate lips leave mine, I sighed. What a stupid man. He knows I can't love him, but he stills loves me. I opened my chestnut eyes to see Yami's crimson rubies hanging slightly above my head. He brought his knees to my wide hips, leaving me slightly. I raised myself to feel him entirely again. He smiled. This was what he wanted. He wanted me to need him. What a bitch. I lifted my head and brought my lips to his neck. As I nibbled on his delicate skin, I began to hear it. Footsteps were getting closer and closer to the spot where the Pharaoh and I were laying, naked…
My teeth remained on Yami's sweaty neck. We both had frozen, as if keeping still would hide us. Hide us from the black suits. The footfalls became louder and louder. Yami shifted his weight. I expected the Pharaoh to finally exit, but he didn't. He lifted his right muscular arm and gingerly placed it on my chin. He pushed my face away from his neck gently, making sure not to harm me. Crimson orbs invested my face, as if trying to remember it. After the lawyers came, they would send him to Anime World forever, taking him away from me. He didn't belong to me. They could do what ever they wanted. I brought my arms to his arched back, bringing him into a soft hug. I pressed my face between his ribcage, waiting for the men in black suits to arrive.
The heartbeat of my lover was odd for the situation we were in. It skipped beats and was extremely slow. It was as if… as if it was trying to draw out all time with it. "You fucking bitch!" I heard someone scream only a few feet away. "You fucking bitch! We made a damn contract! You signed it with your disgusting filthy blood, you whore!" the same voice continued to yell, closer than before. It was over us. I felt the weight of my love's chest lift away from me. Yami's legs stood its place, creating a massive arch in his spine. "Get off the nasty tramp, Pharaoh!" Another voice yelled. I closed my chestnut eyes as salty tears ran from them.
"Leave us be, you pieces of crap." Yami's voice was as calm as his heartbeat, but just as eerie.
"Come on, Pharaoh." I felt Yami push forward, to lie on me completely again, only to be pulled back with the force of many men. "My love, leave me. You are too precious to me to return to the hell they call Anime World. I don't own your heart and I do not allow you to own mine. I… I… hate you."
I couldn't bare it. Yami's crimson pools of beauty and knowledge far beyond what I will ever understand began to tear. Behind him, snickers of victory came from the heartless black suits. I closed my eyes. At least now he won't go to Anime World. I couldn't feel any inch of my bare body. My numbness began the second I said it. The horrible words that still polluted my mouth. I hate you. I tried to get up but, even using all my strength, but couldn't.
I opened my eyes to see Yami still on me, staring down at me with… was it… amusement? He shook his head and bent down to my ear. "You may fool them easily but not me. I won't believe it. You are a very good liar but that was really bad acting. I will be back and you will have me when I am done. I promise…" He paused. "Sorry about this." He pushed himself back up and, while biting his lip, slapped me across the face. The lawyers only laughed harder. "Sorry." He whispered until finally exiting me.
I watched as he buckled his belt. The bastard was going to pursue me after this is supposed to be done. I had never truly loved him like he loved me. I hadn't wanted him like he wanted me. But as he pulled on his tight shirt that left little for the imagination, I knew. I had been lying to myself for so long. I told myself I just wanted his money. His looks. His fame. But that was all a lie. I wanted him. Yami Atemu. I wanted his eyes. His personality. His love.
Finally I sat up to begin to put on my clothes. I watched him turn to leave as I tried to find my last idem of clothing, my favorite bracelet. Yami had given it to me the first night we kissed. I didn't kiss him because of the extremely expensive bracelet. No. I kissed him because I wanted to kiss him. I never did that before. I always gave the first kiss after the dude gave me something. But not this time. I kissed him under the serene, blue moonlight. He gave me the bracelet when we were done. He had bought it the second he dropped me off from the first date. My love followed the pack of lawyers.
He was about two yards away from me when he turned around. I looked up He smiled and brought his hand to his face. He opened it and my bracelet hung from one finger. 'Give it back!' I mouthed. 'I will.' Yami turned back and ran to the front of the suits. In one second, they had turned a corner to follow a path and were gone.
-
Rum bottles littered the floor like wildflowers in a meadow. Nectar leaked from their mouths to stain the grass carpet. My heart shattered like the bottle that fell from my bedside table. My soul had broken due to the constant tugging of two determined sides. One wanted to pick up the ringing phone. But Yami was sure to be on the other side. The other side couldn't talk to him. To talk to him would be sentencing him to a lifetime in Anime World. He would be alone, only to emerge from his hell to act in his show. No matter how many times Yami said he didn't care, that I was worth it, I couldn't let him make that sacrifice. Not for me. I was just a junkie gone prostitute gone gold digger. I was worth nothing. I closed my chestnut orbs and took a swing of whatever liquor was in my hand. I felt the bitter, hot liquor enter my mouth. It soon flowed from my mouth to my lips, mixing with my salty tears. Darkness overtook me as my consciousness left me.
-
The first thing I felt was his tears. Falling from his perfect jawbone to land on my pasty face. I couldn't see but I knew it was him. I couldn't hear but I knew he was chanting in a language thousands of years old. Then, I felt his body heat from his legs at the middle of my back. Judging by the bumps and dips of the legs, he was sitting cross-legged with me on top. A burning, uncomfortable sensation ran throughout my limp body to collect between my breasts. As this sensation left my toes, fingers, forehead, shins... it was replaced by a soothing chill. Pressure built on the mass of burning. My eyes flew open as well as my mouth. I could only see blurs. I tried to scream in agony, but couldn't. Not an ounce of the hot sensation was in any part of my body except my chest. I thought it was going to explode. I closed my eyes so I couldn't see my guts jump into the air.
But then... I felt the warmness evaporate. Once again, I flung open my eyes. Everything was a lot less blurry, but I still couldn't make out shapes. From my chest area, a shinning light escaped. It was beautiful, with colorful sparkles flowing in it. I was unsure whether it was liquid or gas. The light twirled around in the air and made a path to the figure holding me. It hit him squarely in the chest, right where his heart would be. He continued to chant. However, even in my weaken state of sight, I could see the amount of suffering in his face.
As the end of the string of light exited me, taking along the last of the burning, my eyes cleared. I gained control over my body again. I quickly sat up. Yami smiled at me. He looked... so happy. His face contorted in pain. His glaze fell from me to his chest. The light was almost completely inside him. As the string finally entered him, Yami began to wobble maniacally, falling backwards. His crimson eyes shut. He stopped breathing.
-
On the hard chair, I watched my perfect love, lying on the stiff bed. He hadn't moved much the past couple of weeks. Neither have I. The lawyers had stuck by for the first day, but never came back. They had to show reruns of the show... The doctors had said it was alcohol poisoning. He had enough liquor in his body to serve a bar successfully for a night. But he never drank. He said that the taste of light beer made him sick. I, on the other hand, never threw up. I could stomach so much rum, I could have... died without purging. Fuck. That was what I did, didn't I? Drank so much I couldn't handle it. But there was nothing in my system when I came here. Wait... the string of light... the burning... the chanting...
"You stupid bitch." I whispered, gently pushing one of Yami's bangs behind his ear. "Using your magic to save me. Real smart." I leaned in and kissed his soft lips. He loved me so much, he was willing to give up... everything. "Please get up. I love you so much."
I was about to kiss him again when I saw his lips move. "Finally, you said it"
"Yami!" I yelled, tumbling forward from my chair to land on him. He groaned as I gave him a tight embrace. "Oh, God. Yami." I feel my eyes begin to get moist, but I blinked it out.
"Hey, fallen-angel. You know I have been awake for three hours, wai-"
"You have been awake!" I said, releasing him.
"Yeah. I was waiting for you to say something. For the love of Ra., I thought you would be saying over and over again how much you loved me..."
I raised my eyebrow. "You arrogant, bigheaded fool."
"Well... You said it, right?" He said, his eyes widening. I bit my lip
and returned to my seat. He pushed himself up and pouted. "Right?"
"I... I... I..." I was about to say it to him. That I loved him. But then, the image of Anime World came into my head.
"I just wanted you to get up... You are one of my closest friends." His crimson rocks concealed themselves behind his eyelids. He fell down, back to laying position.
"Get out." He whispered, barely moving his lips.
"What?"
"Get out. I have too many girls, and guys, that "just want to be friends." I am okay with them. They hardly meant anything to me. But I... can't have you around as just a friend. Now get out before I get the nurse." I got up and ran to the door. As I exited it, I turned to see my love crying silently into his hands.
-
I waited. And waited. And waited. But my phone never rung. It stood silent and still, mocking me... laughing at me... Why did I even care that he didn't call? I was the one who broke it off. I was the one who told him that what we had was just a friendship with great benefits. I shouldn't care so much. I really shouldn't... But of course, I did. I said those things to keep him safe. In the long run, he would be happy. But at the time I said those awful words, I didn't think of myself, something which I never do. Now that the damage was done, I understand that, even if he will be happy, I will never feel whole again. I felt my arm rise to the phone. I tried to pull it back but the limb wouldn't listen. I yelped as pain tingled up my arm as I gave more force to my thoughts. But no matter how much I wanted to stop, my hand reached the phone. The shaking fingers on my right hand crawled around the receiver while my left was pushing in Yami's number.
It rang three times. I have no clue why the hell I am doing this. All I know is that I need to hear his voice one more time. On the other side of the phone, someone picked up. "Hello, Atemu residence. This is Yugi speaking, Yami's one true lover. Said so himself. May I ask who's calling?" Words couldn't form in my now dry mouth. It was nine P.M. and Yami had some boy over, who was claiming to be his. He had moved on. Past me. I began to wept, over the phone. "Hello? Who is this?" I continued to cry.
Then, I heard my love's voice in the background. "Yugi, what did I tell you about answering the phone like that. Give me it." There was a rustling in the background. "Hello?" Tears came quicker, hearing his strong voice. "Fallen-angel?" He asked, surprised.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your date." I slammed the phone down and got up. In seconds, I was ready and I left into the warm night.
-
I sat on the meadow where we spent our last time together, weeping silently in my hands. I never felt so alone. I was hollow without him. I needed him near me. I wanted him close. Without Yami, I was nothing but an empty shell. But I gave him up. I consciously gave him up. What a mistake that was. Now, I knew that we were always meant for each other. Now I knew I- A hand gripped onto my shoulder.
"Fallen-angel?" A low, baritone voice said from in front of me. Gasping, I looked up to see him. My Yami, in all his handsome glory.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your date?" I whimpered slightly.
He smiled. "With who? Yugi?" After my meek nod, he laughed out. "Yugi? Yugi is just a friend. He works on the show. I told him not to answer the phone like that. Once, he did that to my mother. Well, the cast forced their way into my house to celebrate... Wait. Why would you think I was with someone else when I love you?" Confusion dancing in my heart, I looked into his crimson rubies. "What? But you said-" "I know perfectly well what I said. But I also know what you said and why you said it. I know you love me. And I know I need you as much as you need me."
We were there, me sitting, him on one of his knees. I burrowed my face into his shoulder, smelling his intoxicating scent. His arms wrapped tightly around me, he nuzzled his cheek into my hair. I was safe. I was complete. I was in his arms. We stood like that for so long, but I loved ever second of it. As smoothly did this relaxation fell over me did it leave. I pulled out of our embrace so my eyes met his.
"What about the lawyers? They will find out. They will take you to Anime World. I- I can't let that happen. I-"
Smiling softly, Yami put one, long finger over my lips. "Why do you think the crew is celebrating? We all hated those lawyers. So, we fired them. Each and every last one."
My eyebrows rose in surprise. "But the show will need to have someone to take care of the legal stuff as long as the show is running?" He, once again, smiled.
"The show is ending this season. We will be free to do whatever we what. Or whoever…" He added, a mischievous hint in his voice. My face must have lit up. He pecked my forehead and dove his hand into his pocket. He fished around in it until he found what he was looking for. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, my bracelet along with it. "I think this belongs to you." He whispered into my ear, putting the bracelet on my wrist. He kissed my lips, and we stood there, on the soft, dew-covered grass.
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...And now I shall go and purge my fanfiction of this monstrosity.