Storytime: Victim Sanctuary
I have no idea how this piece ended up like this. Really, all I wanted was to write some Hurt/Comfort, not the ultra fluffy kind but you know… perhaps a bit of a break from what I usually do… But I dunno… somehow it still ended up, really twisted in one way or another.
Perhaps it's just my screwed up interpretation of Akis character. orz
So, this is based on an really, really old AU that I've been thinking about since last summer (and with last summer I mean summer 2008) in god knows how many variations. The basic idea is one that is (or will be sometimes in the future) rather overused I guess. It's about how after Aki unleashes Gigaplant on her class, she is send to the Satellite due the collective pressure of the other parents (or something. Really something I need to think through more… when I'm not about to fall asleep in front of my laptop. -.-°°°).
Anyway, enjoy. :D
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's
Characters: Yusei/Aki, mentioning Jack, Crow, Martha and Kiryu
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T
Prompt: #57 Comfort
Warnings: AU
Summary: One Shot - He had been the one who had lead her to her place. Now it was time for her to be his. If only for one night.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s.
--- Victim Sanctuary ---
Aki carefully threaded the doorstep of his room, hesitatingly reaching for the doorknob, not quite daring to step beyond this point. She remembered waking up confused, feeling her cursed marks dull throbs and this vague sense of loss (that didn’t seem to be quite her own). She did remember the ache, the shock she had felt when Martha had let the boys in just an hour before, all three of them thoroughly soaked by the rain, all looking miserable in their own way - Jack had that grim look, conflicted and silent, refusing to show any sign of weakness, Crow had looked defeated and hurt and Yusei… Yusei had never looked up once.
That was why she was here now, sent by Martha (not that she wouldn’t have come anyway), to make sure that he was alright, or at least resting as he should. Silently she opened the door, stepping into darkness. There he sat on the bed, starring on his feet, not reacting, not moving, not even to acknowledge her presence.
She sat down beside him, carefully taking his hand, cold from the rain and the weather outside into her own. He looked over to her, his eyes betraying his surprise. He really hadn’t heard her coming in.
“What happened?” she asked, searching his eyes, quietly telling him that she wouldn’t drop the matter.
Yusei looked at her, his eyes wary, haunted. Defeated. Finally he broke away, starring back to his feet. It took a while until he spoke up, whispering only one name. “Kiryu…”
Aki’s fist clenched; that man always stirred mixed feelings in her heart (he had lead them all away - she knew they had longed to go, had longed to do something, anything with themselves, but that didn’t change that Kiryu had been the one to take them…). Yet she knew he was important to Yusei, to all of them. But her own distrust (and dislike) and all those rumours that had reached them in the last few days, rumours about Team Satisfaction, drove her to ask again. “What happened, Yusei?”
He shook slightly, his face hidden by the shadows, and only when she squeezed his hand encouragingly, words started to spill out of him. With broken words he told her, of how things had changed within the Team in the weeks before, of how Kiryu had slowly, steadily treaded madness, of how he had challenged Security.
Of that he had been arrested. Aki listened silently, her heart aching at seeing Yusei like he was now, torn open, vunerable, so very much the kind boy that once had lead her, nothing but a stranger back then, a child on the streets waiting for despair and death to claim her, to his home, to what had become her home.
And then he told her how it should have been him, how he had tried to have them arrest him, instead of Kiryu and for a moment she wanted to slap him, right across the face, if only to snap him out of this hell of guilt and self blame he had created for himself. Because how dare he to be this disregarding with his own life, how could he be so ready to throw it all away, how could he stand the thought of leaving them (leaving her), behind, only to find himself behind steel bars (only to be caught and ensnared by the establishments system; his brilliant light slowly burning out, slowly fading into nothingness)…
But then she saw it this slightly despaired and defeated look in his eyes, telling her that no matter what she said, he would always believe to have failed. He would always keep blaming himself. So she did the only thing she could; she reached out for him and pulled him into her arms. He was cold and wet from the rain - it probably wasn’t comfortable at all, but at that moment she didn’t think, just felt her own aching heart that wanted to scold him yet couldn’t (because in the end he had been the one to save her, he had brought her here - no matter how far he was, no matter that he had left, he was still the begin and end of what she now called her place, her home).
He stiffened under her touch for a second, perhaps because unlike him she was warm, perhaps because he hadn’t quite expected her to reach out, since usually she had been reserved, had tried to keep everyone away (but how could one shield one brightly burning star in the dark; why would one when it was the only thing that enlightened the way…). But then he relaxed, burying his head in her shoulder.
She tightened her hug, when she felt him shiver, carefully threading her hand through his wet and heavy hair as silent sobs raged through him and cold tears slipped down her skin. She held him even as he fell asleep, making sure that he knew: even if he had lost Kiryu, she hadn’t left, would never leave if he didn’t want her to. Because he had been the one to lead her here, to this sanctuary and even if he and nobody else knew what kind of monster she was, even if they had only caught a glimps of the of scars she was hiding - him and Jack and Crow and Martha and the kids, they all had become part of what she thought her place.
She would do everything to repay that, would forever hide that curse, her powers, if it only meant to stay like this for eternity (even if she, a monster that had transcended human, would never deserve that). For tonight she would be his sanctuary, the place where for once he could show weakness, where no nightmare, no darkness would touch him.
And secretly she wished to become that forever. To ensnare him, and keep all that evil of the world at bay, to guard him and keep him all to herself. To be the protective garden, never fading, always beautiful…
But she knew that she never would be (never could be, never would deserve to be). Yet for him she would be peace and sanctuary. Just for tonight.
--- FIN ---
Perhaps it's just my screwed up interpretation of Akis character. orz
So, this is based on an really, really old AU that I've been thinking about since last summer (and with last summer I mean summer 2008) in god knows how many variations. The basic idea is one that is (or will be sometimes in the future) rather overused I guess. It's about how after Aki unleashes Gigaplant on her class, she is send to the Satellite due the collective pressure of the other parents (or something. Really something I need to think through more… when I'm not about to fall asleep in front of my laptop. -.-°°°).
Anyway, enjoy. :D
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's
Characters: Yusei/Aki, mentioning Jack, Crow, Martha and Kiryu
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T
Prompt: #57 Comfort
Warnings: AU
Summary: One Shot - He had been the one who had lead her to her place. Now it was time for her to be his. If only for one night.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s.
--- Victim Sanctuary ---
Aki carefully threaded the doorstep of his room, hesitatingly reaching for the doorknob, not quite daring to step beyond this point. She remembered waking up confused, feeling her cursed marks dull throbs and this vague sense of loss (that didn’t seem to be quite her own). She did remember the ache, the shock she had felt when Martha had let the boys in just an hour before, all three of them thoroughly soaked by the rain, all looking miserable in their own way - Jack had that grim look, conflicted and silent, refusing to show any sign of weakness, Crow had looked defeated and hurt and Yusei… Yusei had never looked up once.
That was why she was here now, sent by Martha (not that she wouldn’t have come anyway), to make sure that he was alright, or at least resting as he should. Silently she opened the door, stepping into darkness. There he sat on the bed, starring on his feet, not reacting, not moving, not even to acknowledge her presence.
She sat down beside him, carefully taking his hand, cold from the rain and the weather outside into her own. He looked over to her, his eyes betraying his surprise. He really hadn’t heard her coming in.
“What happened?” she asked, searching his eyes, quietly telling him that she wouldn’t drop the matter.
Yusei looked at her, his eyes wary, haunted. Defeated. Finally he broke away, starring back to his feet. It took a while until he spoke up, whispering only one name. “Kiryu…”
Aki’s fist clenched; that man always stirred mixed feelings in her heart (he had lead them all away - she knew they had longed to go, had longed to do something, anything with themselves, but that didn’t change that Kiryu had been the one to take them…). Yet she knew he was important to Yusei, to all of them. But her own distrust (and dislike) and all those rumours that had reached them in the last few days, rumours about Team Satisfaction, drove her to ask again. “What happened, Yusei?”
He shook slightly, his face hidden by the shadows, and only when she squeezed his hand encouragingly, words started to spill out of him. With broken words he told her, of how things had changed within the Team in the weeks before, of how Kiryu had slowly, steadily treaded madness, of how he had challenged Security.
Of that he had been arrested. Aki listened silently, her heart aching at seeing Yusei like he was now, torn open, vunerable, so very much the kind boy that once had lead her, nothing but a stranger back then, a child on the streets waiting for despair and death to claim her, to his home, to what had become her home.
And then he told her how it should have been him, how he had tried to have them arrest him, instead of Kiryu and for a moment she wanted to slap him, right across the face, if only to snap him out of this hell of guilt and self blame he had created for himself. Because how dare he to be this disregarding with his own life, how could he be so ready to throw it all away, how could he stand the thought of leaving them (leaving her), behind, only to find himself behind steel bars (only to be caught and ensnared by the establishments system; his brilliant light slowly burning out, slowly fading into nothingness)…
But then she saw it this slightly despaired and defeated look in his eyes, telling her that no matter what she said, he would always believe to have failed. He would always keep blaming himself. So she did the only thing she could; she reached out for him and pulled him into her arms. He was cold and wet from the rain - it probably wasn’t comfortable at all, but at that moment she didn’t think, just felt her own aching heart that wanted to scold him yet couldn’t (because in the end he had been the one to save her, he had brought her here - no matter how far he was, no matter that he had left, he was still the begin and end of what she now called her place, her home).
He stiffened under her touch for a second, perhaps because unlike him she was warm, perhaps because he hadn’t quite expected her to reach out, since usually she had been reserved, had tried to keep everyone away (but how could one shield one brightly burning star in the dark; why would one when it was the only thing that enlightened the way…). But then he relaxed, burying his head in her shoulder.
She tightened her hug, when she felt him shiver, carefully threading her hand through his wet and heavy hair as silent sobs raged through him and cold tears slipped down her skin. She held him even as he fell asleep, making sure that he knew: even if he had lost Kiryu, she hadn’t left, would never leave if he didn’t want her to. Because he had been the one to lead her here, to this sanctuary and even if he and nobody else knew what kind of monster she was, even if they had only caught a glimps of the of scars she was hiding - him and Jack and Crow and Martha and the kids, they all had become part of what she thought her place.
She would do everything to repay that, would forever hide that curse, her powers, if it only meant to stay like this for eternity (even if she, a monster that had transcended human, would never deserve that). For tonight she would be his sanctuary, the place where for once he could show weakness, where no nightmare, no darkness would touch him.
And secretly she wished to become that forever. To ensnare him, and keep all that evil of the world at bay, to guard him and keep him all to herself. To be the protective garden, never fading, always beautiful…
But she knew that she never would be (never could be, never would deserve to be). Yet for him she would be peace and sanctuary. Just for tonight.
--- FIN ---