dark_duels_100: Like Death, Like Life
What, I didn't mention that I wrote two of them? XD
Enjoy.
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's
Characters: Misty, Kiryu
Genre: General/Angst?
Rating: K+
Prompt: #2 Blood
Warnings: Not really… just Dark Signers being creepy like they usually are. Oh and me writing around in present tense again, for god knows what reasons.
Summary: Drabble - The dead do not bleed. Yet sometimes they wish they would.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s.
--- Like Death, Like Life ---
He is working on his D-Wheel, like so often when there is nothing better to do. When there is nothing for him but waiting to face his destined opponent again, to bring him to his end.
There is nothing else for him, in this monotony and he loathes that; even now after having dueled the other once already he feels himself yearning for action. But all he can do is either this or wait with the others and wait, to sink deep into his hate and anger, meditating on that one thing left to do.
But he knows, he focuses better while his hands are moving, while being productive. Testing the engine, seeking the bugs of the electronics (it is astounding, even this bike, created by the darkness itself has its flaws), tightening a screw or two is like meditation to him - and it works far better then anything that Rudger or Demak cook up. When he works, he can almost feel what it is like to live.
And now that their last two members have arrived, there is work to do at last, because for once it is not his own D-Wheel he is working on. He doesn’t really mind working on the other bike as long as he isn’t disturbed - it is a challenge to tune up the D-Wheel to its fullest potential just before the promised day, when the fate of the world would be decided.
He works while into silence, feeling the hate, the anger, the despair, all those dark feelings that have dominated his mindset since making his pact with the wicked gods flooding through him, bringing him, as odd as it may sounds, to the closest state of peace he has known since coming back from the dead.
But this absence of mind while working has its drawbacks; Kiryu has noticed this often enough. Now he is reminded of it yet again, cutting himself on a sharp edge. Not that it really matters. The dead do not bleed.
Yet he can never keep himself from looking at his hand, from glaring at the cut and at the deep black liquid that has gathered on the edges of it. Then he hears a noise and he sees the other woman - Misty, he remembers - standing behind him, her eyes fixated at that cut as well.
“Do you regret it?” she asks thoughtfully, she probably had just come from the other girl’s room, from the one that had just passed over. “Do you regret giving up life?”
He snorts, her question is an unnecessary one he finds - there is no other path for him. Only death and darkness; he has known this since making his pact.
“I don’t.”
She frowns, perhaps seeing the truth in him, but she has enough sense not to call him on it. He turns back to the bike, focusing on his task. Trying not to think too much about how much he wanted that black blood to be red. Like life.
--- FIN ---
Enjoy.
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's
Characters: Misty, Kiryu
Genre: General/Angst?
Rating: K+
Prompt: #2 Blood
Warnings: Not really… just Dark Signers being creepy like they usually are. Oh and me writing around in present tense again, for god knows what reasons.
Summary: Drabble - The dead do not bleed. Yet sometimes they wish they would.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s.
--- Like Death, Like Life ---
He is working on his D-Wheel, like so often when there is nothing better to do. When there is nothing for him but waiting to face his destined opponent again, to bring him to his end.
There is nothing else for him, in this monotony and he loathes that; even now after having dueled the other once already he feels himself yearning for action. But all he can do is either this or wait with the others and wait, to sink deep into his hate and anger, meditating on that one thing left to do.
But he knows, he focuses better while his hands are moving, while being productive. Testing the engine, seeking the bugs of the electronics (it is astounding, even this bike, created by the darkness itself has its flaws), tightening a screw or two is like meditation to him - and it works far better then anything that Rudger or Demak cook up. When he works, he can almost feel what it is like to live.
And now that their last two members have arrived, there is work to do at last, because for once it is not his own D-Wheel he is working on. He doesn’t really mind working on the other bike as long as he isn’t disturbed - it is a challenge to tune up the D-Wheel to its fullest potential just before the promised day, when the fate of the world would be decided.
He works while into silence, feeling the hate, the anger, the despair, all those dark feelings that have dominated his mindset since making his pact with the wicked gods flooding through him, bringing him, as odd as it may sounds, to the closest state of peace he has known since coming back from the dead.
But this absence of mind while working has its drawbacks; Kiryu has noticed this often enough. Now he is reminded of it yet again, cutting himself on a sharp edge. Not that it really matters. The dead do not bleed.
Yet he can never keep himself from looking at his hand, from glaring at the cut and at the deep black liquid that has gathered on the edges of it. Then he hears a noise and he sees the other woman - Misty, he remembers - standing behind him, her eyes fixated at that cut as well.
“Do you regret it?” she asks thoughtfully, she probably had just come from the other girl’s room, from the one that had just passed over. “Do you regret giving up life?”
He snorts, her question is an unnecessary one he finds - there is no other path for him. Only death and darkness; he has known this since making his pact.
“I don’t.”
She frowns, perhaps seeing the truth in him, but she has enough sense not to call him on it. He turns back to the bike, focusing on his task. Trying not to think too much about how much he wanted that black blood to be red. Like life.
--- FIN ---