5ds_100: Play before Battle
As I often say, I'm insane. orz
It's half past four in the morning and despite the fact that I should be sleeping, so that I can finally tackle Physics tommorow, I'm stillup and writing fic. orz
And god, I have no idea where this one came from. … Except that I think, I have. Because damn, the lack of well written YuAki, wether canon or AU, frustrates me to no end.
Anyway. It's Jose-is-Divine-verse, again. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something. >.>
Enjoy anyway.
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's
Characters: Yusei/Aki
Genre: Angst
Rating: M
Prompt: #53 Small Talk
Warnings: AU, Dark!fic, written to ungodly hour and in present tense (since that is kind of my style for this verse now -.-°)
Summary: One Shot - Now only the two of them are left. Now it is time for their battle. And even the moments before are all preperation to that one goal. The utter destruction of the other.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s and this particular AU isn't mine either.
--- Play before Battle ---
She feels nothing when she watches Ruka, the last remaining other Signer, fall.
Nothing but the cold of the ice that is now her heart and dark satisfaction about the fact that the game count is now even.
She is the only Signer left now and all she needs to do is to destroy that fool, who challenged her. The man called Yukuro, whose deep silver eyes unsettled her - because something about him seems familiar but she has no idea what.
But soon enough it would stop mattering, she would beat him and tear him into shreds like she has vowed to herself when he stole her kill, and once she stood over his bloodied corpse she would laugh.
The thought makes her smile and she throws back her head, laughing cold and mad as she descends the stairs from the twins apartment in the tops. She closes her eyes, one hand running along the hand rail as she embraces this feeling: the rush of the hunt, the awareness of having used her powers, the knowledge of innocent blood (in some ways regretful, but necessary) clinging to her skin.
She laughs again and feels absolute confidence; even though she can’t deny that her opponent is a difficult adversary, she knows already now that she will beat him. And then she opens her eyes and sees him standing there, head crooked mockingly and silver eyes gleaming in amusement from under his hood, and all laugher stocks.
Instead she sneers, narrowing her eyes as he detaches himself from the wall he is leaning on and walks over, his eyes never leaving hers. “The little girl is gone, so we are even now. What is next?”
He simply smiles - she can see it even though his hood is drawn deep into his face - it is amused and mocking and it angers her more than anything else.
“Ah, the game.” he says. “Yes, now that only you are left, I guess it is time for me to take on you.”
She looks at him angrily, how dare he to put down her, the Blackrose Witch who had mastered chaos and destruction and delighted in its wake. He holds her glance even, there is something mocking pitying in his eyes and in the end that is what makes her snap and lash out. Makes her pull her right hand back, fully intent to slap him hard across the face but before her hand even touch his cheek, he has caught it in an iron grip, keeping looking down at her, amused by her anger and her struggle.
“Not exactly a show of good manners, my dear.” he whispers, his free hand suddenly on her chin, tilting it a bit, his thumb whipping away a smear of blood, and she just stands there, starring at him in disgust and wonder - just what is he planning now again; there is this flash of an idea in his eyes and somehow she has a feeling she won’t like that.
And then he leans down and she freezes as his mouth brushes hers, and she feels him grin against her mouth as she pushes against his chest with her free hand. He doesn’t bulk - hell, he doesn’t even need to try to overpower her - and angry at that realization and at that feeling of his mouth moving against hers, she bites down hard, drawing blood. She won’t let herself be mocked.
He simply laughs, not bothered by the pain at all, then he lets go of her and steps back, his tongue licking over his lips as he smirks again.
“Truly a bad show of manners.” he whispers, and despite the knowledge that he has exactly intended that, she feels the anger and the hate rising, feels herself vowing over and over again: She would pound pain into this man, over and over, until he begged her to stop. His death would not be a quick one.
“Since you are done now, can we start?” she hisses, whipping her lips disgusted.
But he just shakes his head again in a mocking gesture. “Impatient, aren’t you? Don’t worry, we shall fight due time and place. Just make sure that you aren’t defeated beforehand. I’m the only one with the right to destroy you.”
She snorts at that, lifting her chin. “The same counts for you.”
He nods and without a word, without much of a sound, he steps back into the shadows and disappears from one second to the next. As if he had never been there in first place.
She clenches her fists, swearing again and again to destroy him. Then she turns her head and notices the card that sticks out from the wall and she smirks as she sees an address scribbled on it in strangely familiar handwriting. So this is where they would battle.
Fine by her. She has been ready for a while.
--- FIN ---
It's half past four in the morning and despite the fact that I should be sleeping, so that I can finally tackle Physics tommorow, I'm stillup and writing fic. orz
And god, I have no idea where this one came from. … Except that I think, I have. Because damn, the lack of well written YuAki, wether canon or AU, frustrates me to no end.
Anyway. It's Jose-is-Divine-verse, again. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something. >.>
Enjoy anyway.
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's
Characters: Yusei/Aki
Genre: Angst
Rating: M
Prompt: #53 Small Talk
Warnings: AU, Dark!fic, written to ungodly hour and in present tense (since that is kind of my style for this verse now -.-°)
Summary: One Shot - Now only the two of them are left. Now it is time for their battle. And even the moments before are all preperation to that one goal. The utter destruction of the other.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s and this particular AU isn't mine either.
--- Play before Battle ---
She feels nothing when she watches Ruka, the last remaining other Signer, fall.
Nothing but the cold of the ice that is now her heart and dark satisfaction about the fact that the game count is now even.
She is the only Signer left now and all she needs to do is to destroy that fool, who challenged her. The man called Yukuro, whose deep silver eyes unsettled her - because something about him seems familiar but she has no idea what.
But soon enough it would stop mattering, she would beat him and tear him into shreds like she has vowed to herself when he stole her kill, and once she stood over his bloodied corpse she would laugh.
The thought makes her smile and she throws back her head, laughing cold and mad as she descends the stairs from the twins apartment in the tops. She closes her eyes, one hand running along the hand rail as she embraces this feeling: the rush of the hunt, the awareness of having used her powers, the knowledge of innocent blood (in some ways regretful, but necessary) clinging to her skin.
She laughs again and feels absolute confidence; even though she can’t deny that her opponent is a difficult adversary, she knows already now that she will beat him. And then she opens her eyes and sees him standing there, head crooked mockingly and silver eyes gleaming in amusement from under his hood, and all laugher stocks.
Instead she sneers, narrowing her eyes as he detaches himself from the wall he is leaning on and walks over, his eyes never leaving hers. “The little girl is gone, so we are even now. What is next?”
He simply smiles - she can see it even though his hood is drawn deep into his face - it is amused and mocking and it angers her more than anything else.
“Ah, the game.” he says. “Yes, now that only you are left, I guess it is time for me to take on you.”
She looks at him angrily, how dare he to put down her, the Blackrose Witch who had mastered chaos and destruction and delighted in its wake. He holds her glance even, there is something mocking pitying in his eyes and in the end that is what makes her snap and lash out. Makes her pull her right hand back, fully intent to slap him hard across the face but before her hand even touch his cheek, he has caught it in an iron grip, keeping looking down at her, amused by her anger and her struggle.
“Not exactly a show of good manners, my dear.” he whispers, his free hand suddenly on her chin, tilting it a bit, his thumb whipping away a smear of blood, and she just stands there, starring at him in disgust and wonder - just what is he planning now again; there is this flash of an idea in his eyes and somehow she has a feeling she won’t like that.
And then he leans down and she freezes as his mouth brushes hers, and she feels him grin against her mouth as she pushes against his chest with her free hand. He doesn’t bulk - hell, he doesn’t even need to try to overpower her - and angry at that realization and at that feeling of his mouth moving against hers, she bites down hard, drawing blood. She won’t let herself be mocked.
He simply laughs, not bothered by the pain at all, then he lets go of her and steps back, his tongue licking over his lips as he smirks again.
“Truly a bad show of manners.” he whispers, and despite the knowledge that he has exactly intended that, she feels the anger and the hate rising, feels herself vowing over and over again: She would pound pain into this man, over and over, until he begged her to stop. His death would not be a quick one.
“Since you are done now, can we start?” she hisses, whipping her lips disgusted.
But he just shakes his head again in a mocking gesture. “Impatient, aren’t you? Don’t worry, we shall fight due time and place. Just make sure that you aren’t defeated beforehand. I’m the only one with the right to destroy you.”
She snorts at that, lifting her chin. “The same counts for you.”
He nods and without a word, without much of a sound, he steps back into the shadows and disappears from one second to the next. As if he had never been there in first place.
She clenches her fists, swearing again and again to destroy him. Then she turns her head and notices the card that sticks out from the wall and she smirks as she sees an address scribbled on it in strangely familiar handwriting. So this is where they would battle.
Fine by her. She has been ready for a while.
--- FIN ---