Storytime: The Advent of the Witch
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Guess, who’s gotten LJ to work properly for her again!!!
Which means that I’m moving my hiatus to semi hiatus. /o/
Anyway, I‘ve been working fic in the last few day, on a few of my multichaps as well as a (most probably AU) post Crashtown One-shot. However today I just had this idea for the Jose-is-Divine-Aki-goes-BRW-and-Yusei-goes-darkside AU (which totally deserves it’s own verse name by now), and that might have to do with the fact that I’m thinking about applying Aki in a real game and/or picking up this verses Aki for DR |D
The result is this ficbit, which I somehow adore for absolutely twisted reasons. (Also: This proves for one that I can’t write anything not twisted in a way or another and that I can’t write seasonal fic as well. Should I be sad about that?)
Maybe you should just go ahead and ignore my hyper rambles. |D
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's
Characters: Yusei/Aki
Genre: Angst
Rating: M
Prompt: #81 Blood Spilled
Warnings: AU, Dark!fic, sorts of bloodplay (I guess?)
Summary: One Shot - It is regretful what has happened to him. However letting go has made her something so much greater. This is the return of the Witch.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s and this particular AU isn't mine either.
--- The Advent of the Witch ---
When she returns to her true self she finds herself laughing. She awakes in the middle of mad, cold laughter, finding that she cannot stop and she feels something wet on her skin and when she looks at he hands, she sees them drenched in blood.
Now her laugh stocks, turning steadily into sobs as the memories of her deeds return and suddenly she feels sick. She remembers practicing with her D-Wheel and getting lost somewhere in the city, remembers the strange old figure, who’s face had mostly been hidden by white robes. Remembers him grabbing her arm, whispering words into her ear, so terribly familiar words, that already once had served to set the full extend of her powers, uncontrolled and raw, free. Remembers him telling her to bring the end to everything she held dear. Remembers herself smiling and climbing on her D-Wheel to seek out the one, closest to her heart.
She falls on her knees, hugging herself, , feeling sick and weak and oh god just what had she done…
And then she looks over to the side and sees him lying there, eyes wide open, his face frozen in shock and terror and despair. She bows her head; it is all too much. And as she kneels on the floor sinking into despair and anger, her powers start to feed on these feelings. After all they have always grown with her loathing, with the blame and the resentment she feels for herself and the world. They have long developed to a steeled core, indestructible and hard and now that her feelings overwhelm her once again, stronger than ever before, the steel starts to warp around her. It envelops her into a cold hug, caress’ her and she hears Divine’s whisper from so long ago…
Do not think… Feel. Be just as you are.
Yes, she finds, this is what she wants, to feel, never to think again, to set everything free.
Her power are released in a blast, hitting against the windows of the garage, tumbling the furniture, somewhere she registers the papers of Crows bookkeeping flying around. She feels cold, but not uncomfortably so, and her lips curl into a smile as she takes in the chaos around her. The girl that was once Izayoi Aki is gone, consumed by her powers. All left is the woman that has no need for a mask anymore. The Black Rose Witch.
The witch takes a step forward, starring down coldly on the corpse before her. It was a pity, she thinks. He had been interesting, despite his ability to call to her weaker side. Mostly because even now, despite all the pain she had dealt him, despite the knowledge that she enjoyed to deal him pain, he had never had looked at her in hate or fear. And even the Black Rose Witch didn’t want to be hated and feared by all.
He hadn’t deserved his end, she decides as she pull out a tissue, leaning down, starring intently at his disfigured face, whipping away the blood and watching dispassionate as the tissue slowly soaks up the liquid, turning from snow white into bright red.
Yes, he hadn’t deserved this and she would get revenge in his name. Would hunt down the white robed figure responsible for her awakening and would end him. Chuckling slightly she gets up, letting the now fully dyed tissue fall to the ground, uncaring about its fate. With a blast the doors to the garage open and she steps out into the light, of the evening sun, thinking that it might be the best to return to her home first. While she isn't bothered by the blood on her cloths and skin, she has no patience to deal with people stopping and gapping at her because of it.
Yes, first she would return home and clean herself.
Then she would go out hunting.
And after that… she would figure something out.
There is always something worth destruction after all.
--- FIN ---
Guess, who’s gotten LJ to work properly for her again!!!
Which means that I’m moving my hiatus to semi hiatus. /o/
Anyway, I‘ve been working fic in the last few day, on a few of my multichaps as well as a (most probably AU) post Crashtown One-shot. However today I just had this idea for the Jose-is-Divine-Aki-goes-BRW-and-Yusei-goes-darkside AU (which totally deserves it’s own verse name by now), and that might have to do with the fact that I’m thinking about applying Aki in a real game and/or picking up this verses Aki for DR |D
The result is this ficbit, which I somehow adore for absolutely twisted reasons. (Also: This proves for one that I can’t write anything not twisted in a way or another and that I can’t write seasonal fic as well. Should I be sad about that?)
Maybe you should just go ahead and ignore my hyper rambles. |D
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's
Characters: Yusei/Aki
Genre: Angst
Rating: M
Prompt: #81 Blood Spilled
Warnings: AU, Dark!fic, sorts of bloodplay (I guess?)
Summary: One Shot - It is regretful what has happened to him. However letting go has made her something so much greater. This is the return of the Witch.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s and this particular AU isn't mine either.
--- The Advent of the Witch ---
When she returns to her true self she finds herself laughing. She awakes in the middle of mad, cold laughter, finding that she cannot stop and she feels something wet on her skin and when she looks at he hands, she sees them drenched in blood.
Now her laugh stocks, turning steadily into sobs as the memories of her deeds return and suddenly she feels sick. She remembers practicing with her D-Wheel and getting lost somewhere in the city, remembers the strange old figure, who’s face had mostly been hidden by white robes. Remembers him grabbing her arm, whispering words into her ear, so terribly familiar words, that already once had served to set the full extend of her powers, uncontrolled and raw, free. Remembers him telling her to bring the end to everything she held dear. Remembers herself smiling and climbing on her D-Wheel to seek out the one, closest to her heart.
She falls on her knees, hugging herself, , feeling sick and weak and oh god just what had she done…
And then she looks over to the side and sees him lying there, eyes wide open, his face frozen in shock and terror and despair. She bows her head; it is all too much. And as she kneels on the floor sinking into despair and anger, her powers start to feed on these feelings. After all they have always grown with her loathing, with the blame and the resentment she feels for herself and the world. They have long developed to a steeled core, indestructible and hard and now that her feelings overwhelm her once again, stronger than ever before, the steel starts to warp around her. It envelops her into a cold hug, caress’ her and she hears Divine’s whisper from so long ago…
Do not think… Feel. Be just as you are.
Yes, she finds, this is what she wants, to feel, never to think again, to set everything free.
Her power are released in a blast, hitting against the windows of the garage, tumbling the furniture, somewhere she registers the papers of Crows bookkeeping flying around. She feels cold, but not uncomfortably so, and her lips curl into a smile as she takes in the chaos around her. The girl that was once Izayoi Aki is gone, consumed by her powers. All left is the woman that has no need for a mask anymore. The Black Rose Witch.
The witch takes a step forward, starring down coldly on the corpse before her. It was a pity, she thinks. He had been interesting, despite his ability to call to her weaker side. Mostly because even now, despite all the pain she had dealt him, despite the knowledge that she enjoyed to deal him pain, he had never had looked at her in hate or fear. And even the Black Rose Witch didn’t want to be hated and feared by all.
He hadn’t deserved his end, she decides as she pull out a tissue, leaning down, starring intently at his disfigured face, whipping away the blood and watching dispassionate as the tissue slowly soaks up the liquid, turning from snow white into bright red.
Yes, he hadn’t deserved this and she would get revenge in his name. Would hunt down the white robed figure responsible for her awakening and would end him. Chuckling slightly she gets up, letting the now fully dyed tissue fall to the ground, uncaring about its fate. With a blast the doors to the garage open and she steps out into the light, of the evening sun, thinking that it might be the best to return to her home first. While she isn't bothered by the blood on her cloths and skin, she has no patience to deal with people stopping and gapping at her because of it.
Yes, first she would return home and clean herself.
Then she would go out hunting.
And after that… she would figure something out.
There is always something worth destruction after all.
--- FIN ---