The Ridiculously Long Fanfic Post
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Disclaimer: We all know I own nothing. Sad, really.
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Title: Feel It
Fandom: Yuugioh
Character(s): Yuugi Mutou
Prompt: #49: End
Word Count: 208
Rating: PG
Summary: Late at night Yuugi could feel the end as he pressed his tear stained cheeks to his pillow.
Yuugi could still feel it. It pressed heavily against his shoulders, and lifted him down, making his posture slump a little, making him seem just a few centimeters smaller. It was cold against the heat of the desert, cool against his neck, and it caught the light, glimmering and beautiful. It pressed lightly into his stomach and bumped into his abdomen when he walked. But when he lifted his fingers to grasp the chain, he grasped nothing but air, and his shirt.
He had to remember it was gone. He had to remember that the puzzle was deep within the Egyptian sand, and that no matter how many times he stared at his shadow, it would not flare up, and an eye of Horus would not burn into the middle of its forehead. He had to remember that no matter how many times he looked over his shoulder his other would not be there, smiling tenderly at him. He had to remember it was the end. He was alone in his mind, in his body, in his soul, and no matter what, his other self will not be coming back.
Late at night Yuugi could feel the end as he pressed his tear stained cheeks to his pillow.
Title: Before The Sun
Fandom: Yuugioh
Characters: Otogi Ryuuji, Jounouchi Katsuya
Prompt: #32: Regret
Word Count: 659
Rating: PG - 13
Warnings: Implied sexual intercourse.
Summary: Otogi usually loved the morning after a one night stand.
Otogi usually loved the morning after a one night stand. The day seemed clearer in his eyes, less hazy, sharper, almost like new. How the sun would peek beyond the trees and the hollow songs of birds would go on deaf ears. He usually awoke before his “lover”, never casting a glance back, and leave with a cigarette placed between thin lips, one finger occupied with twirling a strand of hair, the other busy lighting said cigarette, then removing it from his mouth to release a plume of smoke into the early morning cool.
He was used to the usual, and these stands would be marked down as nothing more but another person who had the pleasure of being in bed with the infamous, flirtatious, beautiful Otogi Ryuuji. It was simple-they would feel no regrets, no mistakes, no attachment. And Otogi would brush it off, and say it was a mistake, regret and there were no attachments.
But he can’t seem to brush this one off so easily.
It started bad already, the first mistake just being as uncomplicated as waking up late. When he awoke, the sun was already up, and he heard people murmuring downstairs. Downstairs? Oh yeah, he said, raising his somnolent head from the comfortable pillow, I wasn’t at my house last night.
And indeed he wasn’t at his house. He was in Mutou Yuugi’s house, and, he couldn’t believe it, he had a one night stand in the most innocent house he could think of. Shrugging, Otogi just thought, well, now I can say I’ve done it everywhere. Plus, there was a post-graduation party at the Mutou residence, and small, innocent, cherub faced Yuugi did have beer. Not his fault he had a bit too much and had to control his libido for a while in a room with someone…
Pulling up black pants over thin legs, Otogi made the other mistake of looking at the bed. His “lover” (can he really call them that anymore? He wondered if “acquaintances in bed” would work better, but then, he noted, I’ll sound like a whore. Like I’m not already.), and saw a mop of golden hair on top of the pillow next to his. Wondering who the lucky lady was, Otogi crept up and pulled the sheets back a little, and, to his surprise, it wasn’t a lady, but Jounouchi Katsuya sleeping soundly in the bed. His mouth was wide open, a small line of drool leaking out, his golden eyelashes twitching in his dreams, red lips swollen from sleep, and Otogi couldn’t look away.
Maybe it was the sun, making his blonde hair shine out like a halo, or how his skin seemed pale, and smooth in the dim room, and how gorgeous he looked right there, sleeping, and-gorgeous? Otogi shook his head, rolled his eyes, scoffed quietly, and did everything to mark his disbelief. How could he sink so low as to go and sleep with that second-rate duelist, that loud mouth punk, that dog? How could he have Jounouchi possibly seduce him? Or had Otogi done the seducing, per usual? Otogi couldn’t decide what to believe, but all he could see was a piece of blonde hair slip gracefully onto Jounouchi’s face, tickling his nose, and move silently as Jounouchi breathed deeply in and out, in and out, in and out, and…
Otogi sighed, rubbing his temples, slipping his pants off, and going under the covers, and wrapping his arms around Jounouchi’s sharp hips, pressing the blonde close to his body. He couldn’t resist. He knew he couldn’t resist last night when Jounouchi, inebriated and so beautiful laughing, joyous, asked him to kiss him. He knew he couldn’t resist when the kiss ended and his lips begged for more.
Otogi wished he could brush this off as another mistake, regret, and leave with no attachment. But he couldn’t. Because he never wanted mistakes, regrets, attachment-but he wanted this one. And he can’t imagine why.
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table can be found HERE.
Music Meme drabbles
Music Meme:
1. Pick a character, pair, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your playlist on random/shuffle
3. Write a drabble related to the song. Start writing when it starts playing. Finish when it does - no lingering to wrap it up at the end.
4. Do ten five - post them.
Strangers - A Perfect Circle [#: 124]
Jounouchi wondered what would happen if he was a stranger?
Would they fight?
Would they still throw biting remarks at each other? Would they be cat and dog (as much as he hated to say it that way)?
Would they?
He hoped not.
Yet, inside, deep in his soul, not only his heart, he knows he’d hate it. Sure, he’d deny it to anyone else - fight it till the end, until his bones rot in the ground beneath his feet - but, by himself, he could say it.
He’d hate it. The silence, the loneliness it comes without his voice saying sharp remarks to him, knowing that when he looked, no blue eyes would greet him.
He’d hate it.
He thanks God they aren’t strangers.
Folkin’ Around - Panic! At the Disco [#: 49]
“Oh, come on!”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Why degrade yourself, mutt? Idiot.”
“Can you please give me this dance?”
Kaiba looked up, blue eyes aggravated, colder than the glacier they were carved from. Folk music? And, beyond that, western folk music? Dancing? Him? With Jounouchi?
But, looking at that face…
“Okay…”
Unleash the Dragon - Sisqó [#: 95]
The wind picked up, a roar escaped the beasts’ throat, sounding like the millions of souls of monsters it’s trampled over. Its breath steamed in front of its nose, glaring menacingly at the black monster before it.
A dragon like he.
Black, impure, evil. But no fear flared from behind those eyes. Defiance.
Laughing haughtily, azure eyes cold with triumph, Kaiba attacked Jounouchi’s Red Eyes, the dragon burning away under the Blue Eyes’ Burst Stream.
Kaiba loved to show Jounouchi how he is master.
He is the most powerful monster in Duel Monsters, after all.
No Mas Control - Roadrunner United (Dino Cazares Sessions) [#: 97]
How much control did he have left?
Well, considering everything, not much. The nights were cold on the streets, and his knee was acting up. But, on top of this, being degraded day by day by this millionaire bastard?
He had enough.
Leaning against the lockers, Jounouchi looked up when he saw Kaiba’s briefcase under his nose.
“Waiting for your master, mutt?”
Glaring, Jounouchi lunged, pressing cold, chapped lips to warm ones. And then, he reached back, and let a punch crack on the side of Kaiba’s face.
“I told you I had no more control left.”
Green Finch and Linnet Bird - Jayne Wisener [#: 76]
Red and orange filtered across the sky in an array of beautiful dances. Pirouetting across the expanse of blue, tiptoeing by the clouds and cityscape, he couldn’t believe how beautiful. Trapped inside this office, truly, it was Hell. The sun began to fall into the horizon, and, looking down, he saw a mockingbird.
A blonde haired linnet bird, black bird, all beauty and grace, free and untroubled.
Watching it walk away, Kaiba turned to his computer.
My Heart Your Hands - From First to Last [#:171]
Was it really his appearance? Really?
He was pleasing to look at, and the odd array of color - all yellow hair, with light eyes, and that tacky green jacket, washed jeans and breaking sneakers - always captured his eye.
But was that all that was needed to capture his heart?
No, it was more. That laugh, the way problems would be tossed over his shoulder with merely a shrug and a drawled, “oh well.”
That laidback attitude, maybe, that was it. Maybe…? Maybe not.
Then what was it?
“Otogi!”
Looking up, Otogi merely winced as sun invaded his eyes, and blinded him momentarily. Squinting, he could barely make out Jounouchi in the city streets.
“C’mon, Dungeon Dice Monsters isn’t failing. The sales are probably going down because of the new Duel Academy. It’s not going to bust. Now c’mon, let’s go get something to eat.”
Smiling, Jounouchi pulled Otogi up from the curb where he sat and to a donut shop down the block.
“But you’re paying…”
Oh. Maybe it’s just him.
Everglow - Mae [#:136]
Billowing smoke moved towards him, all revolting and nasty. Looking over, green eyes glowed in the lamplight streets, the moon only stretching so far.
A cigarette dangled over his bottom lip, jutting disgustingly out of a perfectly slim mouth.
The rain was ruined by that smell. The afterglow of it all was ruined by it.
“Hey! Why’d you pluck my smoke from my mouth?”
“It’s a disgusting habit, Otogi. Stop it, or else I’ll never stand here in the rain with you again.”
Coughing, Otogi turned and looked at the moon, trying to ignore the warm body leaning on his arm and the after mist of cold rain smattering all around him.
But he couldn’t ignore the lips on his cheek, and he decided, maybe I will quit. The afterglow is too beautiful for that smoke.
Helena - My Chemical Romance [#:111]
“America?”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“Just for a while. I mean, c’mon, Yuugi and you have your game shops, Honda’s going to college and Ryou off to England. Why not? I’ll just hop on with Anzu, and-“
“But America? You’ll be so far…”
Brown eyes lowered, and boots clicked away. He noticed a wave being tossed over the raven haired boys’ shoulder, flippant and indifferent.
“Do whatever you want. I’m not going to stop you…stupid dog…”
Fighting down anger, disappointment, and depression, Jounouchi stepped into the airport.
Otogi wondered if this was goodbye or see you later?
Lighting up a cigarette, he walked all the way to the Black Crown.
Coma White - Marilyn Manson [#:155]
He was never like this. Breathing hard over a sink, looking at a pale face in the mirror. Bending in a sharp curve, he began to retch, emptying his stomach of the all the sake and western alcoholic drinks he had. Rinsing his mouth and wiping his lips of grime and water, he walked - no, stumbled from the bathroom, only to see a red vest meet his line of vision.
Sitting next to the boy with the dice earring, Jounouchi let his head fall into his arms and closed his eyes.
“Want to talk about it?”
“No…”
“…What was the reason this time?”
“She wanted to see the world…again.”
Nodding, Otogi spared a glance to Jounouchi only to be greeted with a head full of blonde hair, spread over the counter like a defeated rag. Sighing, he knew Mai didn’t deserve him.
The back of his mind wondered, do you?
“One more bottle here, please…”
Billy Brown - Mika [#:116]
Otogi wondered what he was doing driving down a highway at two in the morning, an idiotic blonde boy in his passenger seat. And said boy is just spewing nonsense about his life, and Otogi was trying hard to pay attention to the blonde’s nonsense and the road.
“Jou, why am I here?”
“I don’t know. I wanted to leave for a while, so, just drive.”
“But I have a meeting tomorrow, and -“
“Ryuuji.”
Looking over, Otogi saw the desperation. Desperate for what? Freedom? Happiness? What?
“Please. Shut your fucking mouth, and drive. I’m paying for gas.”
Otogi shut up, and just drove on, hoping, silently, that his name would spill from Katsuya’s lips again.
*I think some of these are related in a way.
You Never Give Me Your Money - The Beatles [#: 141]
Bakura wondered why he needed Ryou. He wasn’t rich, so it wasn’t like he could steal something from the boy soon, considering the only valuable thing he owned was the ring that hung around his neck.
He wasn’t very good looking - he was cute, sure; pretty, definitely, all snow coloured hair and effeminate features.
And, if he tried hard, Bakura could get another body, one that didn’t need its current soul and he could easily possess.
Maybe it was because when he sees Ryou he sees himself. Lonely and wondering where your family has gone after all these years. Yearning for a hand to hold onto, no matter if it was real or not. That was it. His landlord reminded him of himself.
And all Bakura wanted was for Ryou to find a happiness it’s taken him 3,000 years to achieve.
Eternal - Evanescence [#: 198]
“Sometimes I just want to be a real soul and just ascend, or descend, or whatever…”
Ryou looked up from his homework to acknowledge the apparition before him. He could easily see through him, to the kitchen counter behind him, on which he was supposedly leaning on.
“Why?” he questioned. “Don’t you like being eternal? Just…living forever?”
“Would you?” Was the cold reply, full of sharpness and a clipped accent. “I mean, you’re all alone in that ring. You’ve no one, no company, nothing. Just you, your thoughts, and your grief.”
Ryou shrugged and turned back to his work. “It’s just like living then…either way you lose.”
“So pessimistic, aren’t you, landlord?”
“Hm. You’re one to say so, aren’t you?”
“True. But still…you’ve got your friends…”
“They only hang around to make sure you haven’t taken over my body. They don’t care, not really anyways…I don’t understand.”
Ryou felt a whisper of wind on his arm, and looking over he vaguely saw the image of himself, all twisted and sick, next to him.
“If they hurt you…I’ll make sure their eternal lives are nothing but loneliness and grief…”
Needless to say, Ryou didn’t see the spirit ever since.
Do You Know Who I Think I Am? - Fall Out Boy [#: 83]
Bakura hated this pop rock that Ryou listened to. At first, he pegged his landlord as an instrumental person, but when he put on this American crap (honestly, Fall Out Boy? The hell kind of name is this?), he hadn’t a good rest in his ring for ages.
Ryou liked his music turned up a few notches.
But when he saw Ryou nodding contentedly, and not looking the least bit depressed or shut off, or breaking down on memory lane, he felt pleased.
Dil-A-Bye - The Rugrats OST [#: 122]
Ryou missed singing to Amane. Though he was small when his mother and sister passed away he missed just holding her and singing to her in his softest tone.
He missed the way she would giggle, and laugh and then silently drift off to sleep.
Late at night, when his father was far in the sands of Egypt, Ryou would sing the lullaby he would sing to his sister. Crying, and clutching the leather strap to the golden ring that hung around his neck, Ryou would sometimes feel a body press to his back, even if it would be fleeting and he wouldn’t feel it afterwards.
And he could almost swear he was singing not only to himself, but to someone else.
Follow and Feel - Saosin [#: 103]
“I can never see you. Why? Who are you?”
“I’m you, landlord. You’re just my reincarnation, my shell of a body in another life…”
“Where did you come from?”
“That ring of yours.”
“I don’t believe you. Leave me alone! You’re not real…I just….I just need to see a doctor…”
A snarl and a loud voice reverberated in his head. “YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME? Just feel and see for yourself!”
Pressing hands flat against the ring, it thrummed under his fingers. Beating like a heart that wasn’t his own. Startled, he walked away from the mirror, and his reflection that spoke to him.
Title: Screws
Fandom: Tekkonkinkreet
Character(s): Black-centric
Word Count: 210
Rating: G
Summary: He could still hear that scream.
"I've got all the screws Black needs…"
He could still hear his voice. It shook the panels in the car, and fogged up the glass. Or, maybe…it was the rain. He pressed his body into the seat, and lifted his legs to the dashboard, placing his feet right atop the steering wheel. Pressing a hand to his heart to ease the ache, he watched as the rain pelted the windshield.
"White hates the rain…makes…makes him cry…"
He could still hear that scream. It pierced his soul, and that night, he couldn't sleep. He just wanted a way to get rid of the pain. Get rid of that image of White being pulled away, screaming his name, tears streaming down his cheeks like the rain on the glass. In torrents…many, many torrents, like the sea…
Looking to the side, where he always thought White would lay, laid a rag doll. It had one of White's many hats on. Soon, he began to see his best friend, his partner, his White there. His mind mangled and projected the image. It was real. White had come back.
"Don't worry, White. No body will ever break us apart."
It hurt Black to know that no body had broken them apart. It was he, himself.
Disclaimer: We all know I own nothing. Sad, really.
Written for
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Title: Feel It
Fandom: Yuugioh
Character(s): Yuugi Mutou
Prompt: #49: End
Word Count: 208
Rating: PG
Summary: Late at night Yuugi could feel the end as he pressed his tear stained cheeks to his pillow.
Yuugi could still feel it. It pressed heavily against his shoulders, and lifted him down, making his posture slump a little, making him seem just a few centimeters smaller. It was cold against the heat of the desert, cool against his neck, and it caught the light, glimmering and beautiful. It pressed lightly into his stomach and bumped into his abdomen when he walked. But when he lifted his fingers to grasp the chain, he grasped nothing but air, and his shirt.
He had to remember it was gone. He had to remember that the puzzle was deep within the Egyptian sand, and that no matter how many times he stared at his shadow, it would not flare up, and an eye of Horus would not burn into the middle of its forehead. He had to remember that no matter how many times he looked over his shoulder his other would not be there, smiling tenderly at him. He had to remember it was the end. He was alone in his mind, in his body, in his soul, and no matter what, his other self will not be coming back.
Late at night Yuugi could feel the end as he pressed his tear stained cheeks to his pillow.
Title: Before The Sun
Fandom: Yuugioh
Characters: Otogi Ryuuji, Jounouchi Katsuya
Prompt: #32: Regret
Word Count: 659
Rating: PG - 13
Warnings: Implied sexual intercourse.
Summary: Otogi usually loved the morning after a one night stand.
Otogi usually loved the morning after a one night stand. The day seemed clearer in his eyes, less hazy, sharper, almost like new. How the sun would peek beyond the trees and the hollow songs of birds would go on deaf ears. He usually awoke before his “lover”, never casting a glance back, and leave with a cigarette placed between thin lips, one finger occupied with twirling a strand of hair, the other busy lighting said cigarette, then removing it from his mouth to release a plume of smoke into the early morning cool.
He was used to the usual, and these stands would be marked down as nothing more but another person who had the pleasure of being in bed with the infamous, flirtatious, beautiful Otogi Ryuuji. It was simple-they would feel no regrets, no mistakes, no attachment. And Otogi would brush it off, and say it was a mistake, regret and there were no attachments.
But he can’t seem to brush this one off so easily.
It started bad already, the first mistake just being as uncomplicated as waking up late. When he awoke, the sun was already up, and he heard people murmuring downstairs. Downstairs? Oh yeah, he said, raising his somnolent head from the comfortable pillow, I wasn’t at my house last night.
And indeed he wasn’t at his house. He was in Mutou Yuugi’s house, and, he couldn’t believe it, he had a one night stand in the most innocent house he could think of. Shrugging, Otogi just thought, well, now I can say I’ve done it everywhere. Plus, there was a post-graduation party at the Mutou residence, and small, innocent, cherub faced Yuugi did have beer. Not his fault he had a bit too much and had to control his libido for a while in a room with someone…
Pulling up black pants over thin legs, Otogi made the other mistake of looking at the bed. His “lover” (can he really call them that anymore? He wondered if “acquaintances in bed” would work better, but then, he noted, I’ll sound like a whore. Like I’m not already.), and saw a mop of golden hair on top of the pillow next to his. Wondering who the lucky lady was, Otogi crept up and pulled the sheets back a little, and, to his surprise, it wasn’t a lady, but Jounouchi Katsuya sleeping soundly in the bed. His mouth was wide open, a small line of drool leaking out, his golden eyelashes twitching in his dreams, red lips swollen from sleep, and Otogi couldn’t look away.
Maybe it was the sun, making his blonde hair shine out like a halo, or how his skin seemed pale, and smooth in the dim room, and how gorgeous he looked right there, sleeping, and-gorgeous? Otogi shook his head, rolled his eyes, scoffed quietly, and did everything to mark his disbelief. How could he sink so low as to go and sleep with that second-rate duelist, that loud mouth punk, that dog? How could he have Jounouchi possibly seduce him? Or had Otogi done the seducing, per usual? Otogi couldn’t decide what to believe, but all he could see was a piece of blonde hair slip gracefully onto Jounouchi’s face, tickling his nose, and move silently as Jounouchi breathed deeply in and out, in and out, in and out, and…
Otogi sighed, rubbing his temples, slipping his pants off, and going under the covers, and wrapping his arms around Jounouchi’s sharp hips, pressing the blonde close to his body. He couldn’t resist. He knew he couldn’t resist last night when Jounouchi, inebriated and so beautiful laughing, joyous, asked him to kiss him. He knew he couldn’t resist when the kiss ended and his lips begged for more.
Otogi wished he could brush this off as another mistake, regret, and leave with no attachment. But he couldn’t. Because he never wanted mistakes, regrets, attachment-but he wanted this one. And he can’t imagine why.
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table can be found HERE.
Music Meme drabbles
Music Meme:
1. Pick a character, pair, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your playlist on random/shuffle
3. Write a drabble related to the song. Start writing when it starts playing. Finish when it does - no lingering to wrap it up at the end.
4. Do ten five - post them.
Strangers - A Perfect Circle [#: 124]
Jounouchi wondered what would happen if he was a stranger?
Would they fight?
Would they still throw biting remarks at each other? Would they be cat and dog (as much as he hated to say it that way)?
Would they?
He hoped not.
Yet, inside, deep in his soul, not only his heart, he knows he’d hate it. Sure, he’d deny it to anyone else - fight it till the end, until his bones rot in the ground beneath his feet - but, by himself, he could say it.
He’d hate it. The silence, the loneliness it comes without his voice saying sharp remarks to him, knowing that when he looked, no blue eyes would greet him.
He’d hate it.
He thanks God they aren’t strangers.
Folkin’ Around - Panic! At the Disco [#: 49]
“Oh, come on!”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Why degrade yourself, mutt? Idiot.”
“Can you please give me this dance?”
Kaiba looked up, blue eyes aggravated, colder than the glacier they were carved from. Folk music? And, beyond that, western folk music? Dancing? Him? With Jounouchi?
But, looking at that face…
“Okay…”
Unleash the Dragon - Sisqó [#: 95]
The wind picked up, a roar escaped the beasts’ throat, sounding like the millions of souls of monsters it’s trampled over. Its breath steamed in front of its nose, glaring menacingly at the black monster before it.
A dragon like he.
Black, impure, evil. But no fear flared from behind those eyes. Defiance.
Laughing haughtily, azure eyes cold with triumph, Kaiba attacked Jounouchi’s Red Eyes, the dragon burning away under the Blue Eyes’ Burst Stream.
Kaiba loved to show Jounouchi how he is master.
He is the most powerful monster in Duel Monsters, after all.
No Mas Control - Roadrunner United (Dino Cazares Sessions) [#: 97]
How much control did he have left?
Well, considering everything, not much. The nights were cold on the streets, and his knee was acting up. But, on top of this, being degraded day by day by this millionaire bastard?
He had enough.
Leaning against the lockers, Jounouchi looked up when he saw Kaiba’s briefcase under his nose.
“Waiting for your master, mutt?”
Glaring, Jounouchi lunged, pressing cold, chapped lips to warm ones. And then, he reached back, and let a punch crack on the side of Kaiba’s face.
“I told you I had no more control left.”
Green Finch and Linnet Bird - Jayne Wisener [#: 76]
Red and orange filtered across the sky in an array of beautiful dances. Pirouetting across the expanse of blue, tiptoeing by the clouds and cityscape, he couldn’t believe how beautiful. Trapped inside this office, truly, it was Hell. The sun began to fall into the horizon, and, looking down, he saw a mockingbird.
A blonde haired linnet bird, black bird, all beauty and grace, free and untroubled.
Watching it walk away, Kaiba turned to his computer.
My Heart Your Hands - From First to Last [#:171]
Was it really his appearance? Really?
He was pleasing to look at, and the odd array of color - all yellow hair, with light eyes, and that tacky green jacket, washed jeans and breaking sneakers - always captured his eye.
But was that all that was needed to capture his heart?
No, it was more. That laugh, the way problems would be tossed over his shoulder with merely a shrug and a drawled, “oh well.”
That laidback attitude, maybe, that was it. Maybe…? Maybe not.
Then what was it?
“Otogi!”
Looking up, Otogi merely winced as sun invaded his eyes, and blinded him momentarily. Squinting, he could barely make out Jounouchi in the city streets.
“C’mon, Dungeon Dice Monsters isn’t failing. The sales are probably going down because of the new Duel Academy. It’s not going to bust. Now c’mon, let’s go get something to eat.”
Smiling, Jounouchi pulled Otogi up from the curb where he sat and to a donut shop down the block.
“But you’re paying…”
Oh. Maybe it’s just him.
Everglow - Mae [#:136]
Billowing smoke moved towards him, all revolting and nasty. Looking over, green eyes glowed in the lamplight streets, the moon only stretching so far.
A cigarette dangled over his bottom lip, jutting disgustingly out of a perfectly slim mouth.
The rain was ruined by that smell. The afterglow of it all was ruined by it.
“Hey! Why’d you pluck my smoke from my mouth?”
“It’s a disgusting habit, Otogi. Stop it, or else I’ll never stand here in the rain with you again.”
Coughing, Otogi turned and looked at the moon, trying to ignore the warm body leaning on his arm and the after mist of cold rain smattering all around him.
But he couldn’t ignore the lips on his cheek, and he decided, maybe I will quit. The afterglow is too beautiful for that smoke.
Helena - My Chemical Romance [#:111]
“America?”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“Just for a while. I mean, c’mon, Yuugi and you have your game shops, Honda’s going to college and Ryou off to England. Why not? I’ll just hop on with Anzu, and-“
“But America? You’ll be so far…”
Brown eyes lowered, and boots clicked away. He noticed a wave being tossed over the raven haired boys’ shoulder, flippant and indifferent.
“Do whatever you want. I’m not going to stop you…stupid dog…”
Fighting down anger, disappointment, and depression, Jounouchi stepped into the airport.
Otogi wondered if this was goodbye or see you later?
Lighting up a cigarette, he walked all the way to the Black Crown.
Coma White - Marilyn Manson [#:155]
He was never like this. Breathing hard over a sink, looking at a pale face in the mirror. Bending in a sharp curve, he began to retch, emptying his stomach of the all the sake and western alcoholic drinks he had. Rinsing his mouth and wiping his lips of grime and water, he walked - no, stumbled from the bathroom, only to see a red vest meet his line of vision.
Sitting next to the boy with the dice earring, Jounouchi let his head fall into his arms and closed his eyes.
“Want to talk about it?”
“No…”
“…What was the reason this time?”
“She wanted to see the world…again.”
Nodding, Otogi spared a glance to Jounouchi only to be greeted with a head full of blonde hair, spread over the counter like a defeated rag. Sighing, he knew Mai didn’t deserve him.
The back of his mind wondered, do you?
“One more bottle here, please…”
Billy Brown - Mika [#:116]
Otogi wondered what he was doing driving down a highway at two in the morning, an idiotic blonde boy in his passenger seat. And said boy is just spewing nonsense about his life, and Otogi was trying hard to pay attention to the blonde’s nonsense and the road.
“Jou, why am I here?”
“I don’t know. I wanted to leave for a while, so, just drive.”
“But I have a meeting tomorrow, and -“
“Ryuuji.”
Looking over, Otogi saw the desperation. Desperate for what? Freedom? Happiness? What?
“Please. Shut your fucking mouth, and drive. I’m paying for gas.”
Otogi shut up, and just drove on, hoping, silently, that his name would spill from Katsuya’s lips again.
*I think some of these are related in a way.
You Never Give Me Your Money - The Beatles [#: 141]
Bakura wondered why he needed Ryou. He wasn’t rich, so it wasn’t like he could steal something from the boy soon, considering the only valuable thing he owned was the ring that hung around his neck.
He wasn’t very good looking - he was cute, sure; pretty, definitely, all snow coloured hair and effeminate features.
And, if he tried hard, Bakura could get another body, one that didn’t need its current soul and he could easily possess.
Maybe it was because when he sees Ryou he sees himself. Lonely and wondering where your family has gone after all these years. Yearning for a hand to hold onto, no matter if it was real or not. That was it. His landlord reminded him of himself.
And all Bakura wanted was for Ryou to find a happiness it’s taken him 3,000 years to achieve.
Eternal - Evanescence [#: 198]
“Sometimes I just want to be a real soul and just ascend, or descend, or whatever…”
Ryou looked up from his homework to acknowledge the apparition before him. He could easily see through him, to the kitchen counter behind him, on which he was supposedly leaning on.
“Why?” he questioned. “Don’t you like being eternal? Just…living forever?”
“Would you?” Was the cold reply, full of sharpness and a clipped accent. “I mean, you’re all alone in that ring. You’ve no one, no company, nothing. Just you, your thoughts, and your grief.”
Ryou shrugged and turned back to his work. “It’s just like living then…either way you lose.”
“So pessimistic, aren’t you, landlord?”
“Hm. You’re one to say so, aren’t you?”
“True. But still…you’ve got your friends…”
“They only hang around to make sure you haven’t taken over my body. They don’t care, not really anyways…I don’t understand.”
Ryou felt a whisper of wind on his arm, and looking over he vaguely saw the image of himself, all twisted and sick, next to him.
“If they hurt you…I’ll make sure their eternal lives are nothing but loneliness and grief…”
Needless to say, Ryou didn’t see the spirit ever since.
Do You Know Who I Think I Am? - Fall Out Boy [#: 83]
Bakura hated this pop rock that Ryou listened to. At first, he pegged his landlord as an instrumental person, but when he put on this American crap (honestly, Fall Out Boy? The hell kind of name is this?), he hadn’t a good rest in his ring for ages.
Ryou liked his music turned up a few notches.
But when he saw Ryou nodding contentedly, and not looking the least bit depressed or shut off, or breaking down on memory lane, he felt pleased.
Dil-A-Bye - The Rugrats OST [#: 122]
Ryou missed singing to Amane. Though he was small when his mother and sister passed away he missed just holding her and singing to her in his softest tone.
He missed the way she would giggle, and laugh and then silently drift off to sleep.
Late at night, when his father was far in the sands of Egypt, Ryou would sing the lullaby he would sing to his sister. Crying, and clutching the leather strap to the golden ring that hung around his neck, Ryou would sometimes feel a body press to his back, even if it would be fleeting and he wouldn’t feel it afterwards.
And he could almost swear he was singing not only to himself, but to someone else.
Follow and Feel - Saosin [#: 103]
“I can never see you. Why? Who are you?”
“I’m you, landlord. You’re just my reincarnation, my shell of a body in another life…”
“Where did you come from?”
“That ring of yours.”
“I don’t believe you. Leave me alone! You’re not real…I just….I just need to see a doctor…”
A snarl and a loud voice reverberated in his head. “YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME? Just feel and see for yourself!”
Pressing hands flat against the ring, it thrummed under his fingers. Beating like a heart that wasn’t his own. Startled, he walked away from the mirror, and his reflection that spoke to him.
Title: Screws
Fandom: Tekkonkinkreet
Character(s): Black-centric
Word Count: 210
Rating: G
Summary: He could still hear that scream.
"I've got all the screws Black needs…"
He could still hear his voice. It shook the panels in the car, and fogged up the glass. Or, maybe…it was the rain. He pressed his body into the seat, and lifted his legs to the dashboard, placing his feet right atop the steering wheel. Pressing a hand to his heart to ease the ache, he watched as the rain pelted the windshield.
"White hates the rain…makes…makes him cry…"
He could still hear that scream. It pierced his soul, and that night, he couldn't sleep. He just wanted a way to get rid of the pain. Get rid of that image of White being pulled away, screaming his name, tears streaming down his cheeks like the rain on the glass. In torrents…many, many torrents, like the sea…
Looking to the side, where he always thought White would lay, laid a rag doll. It had one of White's many hats on. Soon, he began to see his best friend, his partner, his White there. His mind mangled and projected the image. It was real. White had come back.
"Don't worry, White. No body will ever break us apart."
It hurt Black to know that no body had broken them apart. It was he, himself.