Yu-Gi-Oh! :: Monotony
Title: Monotony
Rating: G
Summary: Rishid thinks, waits, forgets, remembers, and does it all again. And again.
Notes: This is based on things from zomgcrackygo, cause I realized I need to do stuff with Rishid there. Basically he's trapped in the Shadow Realm following a battle with a monster which Malik, Thief King Bakura, and Mahaado helped him fight. He just didn't get out in time.
It wasn't death, and it wasn't sleep.
Rishid was no longer sure what it was, because every moment was just a collage of black emptiness, of drifts of purple mist concealing unspeakable horrors, the stench of something rotting very slowly beside him, and the echoes of things he could now only vaguely remember. A voice, the brilliant smile of a child, the whisper of long dark hair and a gentle hug. A whip. A Rod. A monster.
Cats and frogs, too, but he really couldn't make sense of that.
Sometimes when the monotony dimmed his mind enough, he thought he could see words--all of them in that strange, compact foreign language he couldn't remember very well now--and he'd fancy that he could respond to them. It helped a little to try to remember how to write them out, but he was forgetting even that and in the long run he thought that might be for the best. Maybe once he couldn't remember at all he'd just become one of the shadows, drifting from place to place until he--it--was summoned to tear a hapless soul into shreds. He was more than a little disgusted to realize that what he wanted was really all any of these shadows wanted.
He knew the hulking mass of rotting flesh was his only protection here, but really, what was he being protected for? For the chance to use that odd language? For the dim voices? There had to be something more, he just couldn't pin it down. He'd spent what might have been weeks trying to remember.
That smile again. A laugh. He couldn't have imagined that; he didn't laugh often enough to imagine it for himself, so it had to have been someone else's that he was remembering.
Rishid shook it from his mind and sat on the strange surface that was the floor, but sometimes the wall, and frowned to himself. Something peered at him from behind a veil of mist, crept nearer. It shied away again, and Rishid assumed it was because it finally caught sight of the much larger monster. Maybe it could still smell Ra's power on--
Ra. And gold, and heat, and lightning, and Malik.
He really didn't laugh often, but he nearly did then in relief at the flood of recognition that cleared his mind. It only lasted a few moments, because the eternal sameness took away everything eventually, but it was enough.
Rating: G
Summary: Rishid thinks, waits, forgets, remembers, and does it all again. And again.
Notes: This is based on things from zomgcrackygo, cause I realized I need to do stuff with Rishid there. Basically he's trapped in the Shadow Realm following a battle with a monster which Malik, Thief King Bakura, and Mahaado helped him fight. He just didn't get out in time.
It wasn't death, and it wasn't sleep.
Rishid was no longer sure what it was, because every moment was just a collage of black emptiness, of drifts of purple mist concealing unspeakable horrors, the stench of something rotting very slowly beside him, and the echoes of things he could now only vaguely remember. A voice, the brilliant smile of a child, the whisper of long dark hair and a gentle hug. A whip. A Rod. A monster.
Cats and frogs, too, but he really couldn't make sense of that.
Sometimes when the monotony dimmed his mind enough, he thought he could see words--all of them in that strange, compact foreign language he couldn't remember very well now--and he'd fancy that he could respond to them. It helped a little to try to remember how to write them out, but he was forgetting even that and in the long run he thought that might be for the best. Maybe once he couldn't remember at all he'd just become one of the shadows, drifting from place to place until he--it--was summoned to tear a hapless soul into shreds. He was more than a little disgusted to realize that what he wanted was really all any of these shadows wanted.
He knew the hulking mass of rotting flesh was his only protection here, but really, what was he being protected for? For the chance to use that odd language? For the dim voices? There had to be something more, he just couldn't pin it down. He'd spent what might have been weeks trying to remember.
That smile again. A laugh. He couldn't have imagined that; he didn't laugh often enough to imagine it for himself, so it had to have been someone else's that he was remembering.
Rishid shook it from his mind and sat on the strange surface that was the floor, but sometimes the wall, and frowned to himself. Something peered at him from behind a veil of mist, crept nearer. It shied away again, and Rishid assumed it was because it finally caught sight of the much larger monster. Maybe it could still smell Ra's power on--
Ra. And gold, and heat, and lightning, and Malik.
He really didn't laugh often, but he nearly did then in relief at the flood of recognition that cleared his mind. It only lasted a few moments, because the eternal sameness took away everything eventually, but it was enough.