[✐fanfic] ygodrabble: too late
Challenge Name and Number: #29, Enmity
Drabble Title: Too Late
Word Count: 507
Warnings (if applicable): Mild language
Pairings (if applicable): None
Summary: Once defeated in a Game of Darkness, an Item User's punishment games are lifted. The victims, however, rarely emerge unscathed.
“I finally found you, Ryou Bakura!”
Caught off-guard, Ryou turns and finishes his snack, small globs of cream still stuck to his chin. “Do I...know you..?” he asks with a nervous smile. “Sorry, you seem kind of familiar...”
“Don't give me that act!” The scrawny boy thrusts an insistent finger at Ryou's face, glaring sheer loathing from wide, pinprick-pupiled eyes. “It's taken me weeks to track you down, and now I'm going to make you pay!”
Ryou notices his opponent's Duel Disk and shrugs, gulping and wiping his mouth with a cafe napkin. “Ehh? I really don't....where do I...”
His eyes drift over the boy before him - loose clothes, wan skin, unruly shock of black hair - before his own face lights up. “Ah!” he exclaims. “Duelist Kingdom! You really gave Jounouchi-kun a hard time, didn't you? What did you play again...”
“I said don't give me that!” the shorter boy screams, causing the other customers in the cafe to start, then sigh: damn duelists, always making a fuss over nothing. “I don't know what you did to me an' my buddies! But I'm not gonna stand for it! My life's been ruined because of you!”
He looks down, hands fisting at his sides. “They left me,” he confesses, a tremor in his voice, looking almost vulnerable with his wide, hopeless eyes. “After we went through Hell together, thanks to you....it's me they blamed, me they abandoned!” He touches a faded, yellowed bruise on his cheek, and Ryou realizes what he'd at first taken to be sleep-deprivation are the remnants of black eyes.
“I really...” Ryou begins, but the other boy snaps out of his reverie, bristling anew. “So we're gonna settle this here an' now!” the boy declares, raising his Duel Disk. “I'm not afraid anymore! When I'm done with you, my zombies will feast on the quivering remains of your-”
“Ah!” Ryou claps his hands together in sudden recollection. “Zombies! That's it! It wouldn't have seemed right to speak up before, but I thought your deck was really cool! In fact, I play something like it, though I'm afraid I don't have a Disk with me....” He reaches into his pocket. “It's an occult deck! Want to see?”
The boy pales even further, trembling, stepping back a pace. “W-where is he??” he stammers. “Where's the Ryou Bakura that did this to me? You can't....You're not...”
“Mm.” Ryou shakes his head, then nods to a chair. “But then, why can't we get along? I'd really like another look at your deck! Here, sit down...”
“D-damn you.” The boy's quaking now, but also fighting back tears. “Damn you....I want my revenge...where is he...”
He sniffles, and Ryou hesitantly picks up another napkin, troubled and unsure what to do. He offers a small, sad, helpless smile. Not again, he thinks dejectedly. Not again....
This is the third person to accost him this week.
Drabble Title: Too Late
Word Count: 507
Warnings (if applicable): Mild language
Pairings (if applicable): None
Summary: Once defeated in a Game of Darkness, an Item User's punishment games are lifted. The victims, however, rarely emerge unscathed.
“I finally found you, Ryou Bakura!”
Caught off-guard, Ryou turns and finishes his snack, small globs of cream still stuck to his chin. “Do I...know you..?” he asks with a nervous smile. “Sorry, you seem kind of familiar...”
“Don't give me that act!” The scrawny boy thrusts an insistent finger at Ryou's face, glaring sheer loathing from wide, pinprick-pupiled eyes. “It's taken me weeks to track you down, and now I'm going to make you pay!”
Ryou notices his opponent's Duel Disk and shrugs, gulping and wiping his mouth with a cafe napkin. “Ehh? I really don't....where do I...”
His eyes drift over the boy before him - loose clothes, wan skin, unruly shock of black hair - before his own face lights up. “Ah!” he exclaims. “Duelist Kingdom! You really gave Jounouchi-kun a hard time, didn't you? What did you play again...”
“I said don't give me that!” the shorter boy screams, causing the other customers in the cafe to start, then sigh: damn duelists, always making a fuss over nothing. “I don't know what you did to me an' my buddies! But I'm not gonna stand for it! My life's been ruined because of you!”
He looks down, hands fisting at his sides. “They left me,” he confesses, a tremor in his voice, looking almost vulnerable with his wide, hopeless eyes. “After we went through Hell together, thanks to you....it's me they blamed, me they abandoned!” He touches a faded, yellowed bruise on his cheek, and Ryou realizes what he'd at first taken to be sleep-deprivation are the remnants of black eyes.
“I really...” Ryou begins, but the other boy snaps out of his reverie, bristling anew. “So we're gonna settle this here an' now!” the boy declares, raising his Duel Disk. “I'm not afraid anymore! When I'm done with you, my zombies will feast on the quivering remains of your-”
“Ah!” Ryou claps his hands together in sudden recollection. “Zombies! That's it! It wouldn't have seemed right to speak up before, but I thought your deck was really cool! In fact, I play something like it, though I'm afraid I don't have a Disk with me....” He reaches into his pocket. “It's an occult deck! Want to see?”
The boy pales even further, trembling, stepping back a pace. “W-where is he??” he stammers. “Where's the Ryou Bakura that did this to me? You can't....You're not...”
“Mm.” Ryou shakes his head, then nods to a chair. “But then, why can't we get along? I'd really like another look at your deck! Here, sit down...”
“D-damn you.” The boy's quaking now, but also fighting back tears. “Damn you....I want my revenge...where is he...”
He sniffles, and Ryou hesitantly picks up another napkin, troubled and unsure what to do. He offers a small, sad, helpless smile. Not again, he thinks dejectedly. Not again....
This is the third person to accost him this week.