[fanfic] Got'cha (Witch)
Wow, I'm on a roll today. Two drabbles in 24 hours! It's a new record! This one, unlike 'Pregnant' follows closer to the planned plotline. ^^ I hope you like it. It feels a little stale to me. Thoughts? Opinions?
~(Witch)~
Yugi cowered in the nurse's office, trying desperately not to hear the cursing and screaming outside. Yells of 'witch' and 'demon' were heard through the wood as well as the nurses' orders for them to return to their homes. Why wouldn't they just leave him alone? He hasn't done anything! He hasn't hurt anyone! Why were they attacking him?
"He's under our protection!" Yugi heard one of the nurses shout. Under normal circumstances, the hospital had just as much power as the government, but that mob outside obviously didn't care about rules.
"Give him to us!" "He's a witch!" "Burn him!"
Grandpa...what do i do? He had thought that the people were just wary of him; he had no idea that they feared him like this. And what had he done to earn this? Nothing but survive, he thought vehemently.
"Witch!"
"I'm not a witch," he murmured as he held his legs close to his chest. "Not a witch." He would know if he was a with, right? Something would be different if he was a witch. He didn't feel damned.
He jumped, startled when a side door suddenly opened. His eyes widened, fearing that the mob had found a way around the main door to drag him off to be burned or stoned to death.
"Come this way, Yugi." It was one of the nurses, Shizuka, a quiet girl who helped to take care of his grandfather. He relaxed just a bit, and after a moment's hesitation, jumped up to follow her. "The others are steering the people away from these halls," she whispered as she lead him. "but we need to hurry. The police aren't doing anything to help us."
"W-why?" Yugi croaked. "Why are you helping me?"
"Why?" Shizuka paused for a moment. "Why wouldn't we? Besides, we know you're not a witch," she grabbed his hand and squeezed it in reassurance. "No one who takes such good care of his grandfather could possibly be a witch."
She pulled him forward and that was the end of their conversation. "W-wait! What about my grandpa?!"
"He'll be fine," she reassured him. "We have him listed under a different last name, so he will be safe from over-zealous crowds. We've grown...fond of his stories."
They ran in silence from then on. Yugi held on to the comfort and stability that Shizuka's hand portrayed, and he desperately wished that this was all a dream. Any minute now he would wake up in his grandpa's hospital room with a stiff neck from falling asleep in the chair.
"Here," Shizuka suddenly thrust Yugi through a door. Sunlight blinded him momentarily. "I don't know how you've been surviving all this time outside of the city, but now might be a good time to stay away for a while. We should be able to get you immunity at some point, once the people have calmed down. If you see an orange and blue banner on the last carriage of our delivery groups, then you'll know that it's safe to come back.
"Don't worry, Yugi," she said as he pushed him out of the door. "It'll only be for a little while. Until then, stay safe." Then, she dissapeard back into the hospital, and Yugi was left starring at the white door.
"I...I just...." Yugi steeled himself. Of course nothing would go right. He must have been cursed at birth or something. Nothing ever went right. He was just going to have to accept it and move on. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes. Why?
He cursed loudly, and spun on his heel to sprint off. He couldn't do anything about it, regardless. He was going to have to run, run like the coward he was.
"There he is!" A shout was thrown as he ran through the market square. He cringed as cries of 'witch' echoded around him. If he could make it outside, then he'd be okay. None of the townspeople would dare go outside the walls. Just a little further! The gates were just past the courtyard behind the market square. He could make it! He was in better shape than the crowd, and definitely had better agility!
"Leave me alone!" he gasped. His breathing had become slightly labored and he entered the courtyard. More people were filling in around him, and they would soon surround him. The gate! If only he could reach the gate!
"Shit!" Yugi yelled as he approached the gate. It was closed! Why was it closed?! "Open up!" he screamed at the sentrymen. "Let me out!" He beat against the thick wood with his fists, and drove his body against it. "Open, open, open!" Tears poured down his face as the crowd surged around him. He was going to die!
A man carrying a pitchfork stepped forward from the crowd, and Yugi cowered against the gate. He wore simple jean overalls over his green shirt, and steal-toed boots dug into the ground. His chin was strong and his eyes showed nothing but hate.
"Witch," the man spat as he approached Yugi. "Do you have anything to say before we cleanse your damned soul?"
Yugi shook, terror rooting him to the ground. He was going to die. He was going to die!
"No? Then may god have mercy on your soul." The man charged him, pitchfork raised to skewer him. The crowd surged behind him, and the angry tidal wave of people fell upon Yugi with the intent of ripping him apart. Yugi had nowhere to run, and nothing to defend himself with. So he did the only thing he could do. He screamed for his demon.
"Yamiiiiiiiiii!"
An earsplitting whistle and the sound of shattering glass broke the cries of the mob. Green light exploded through the demon-barrier and landed right in front of Yugi, forcing the mob away with the subsequent blast. Cries of fear enaminated from the people as they were pushed back, and Yugi collapsed against the gate. He stared wide-eyed as his demon stood before him, wings spread in all his demonic glory. Yami snarled at the crowd, lunging at any who got close. The man with the overalls and pitchfork charged his demon with a battle cry, and Yami's eyes darted to him. His demon lunged, swiftly taking hold of the raised pitchfork and pushing an explosion of force, air, and green light at the man. Yugi watched, terrified as that man was propelled several feet away, and the surrounding crowd was also pushed back. Green light overtook the normally red jewels, and the color pushed at Yugi and nauseated him.
"Y-Yami!" His demon's red eyes were coated with a green sheen as he turned to look at him, and Yugi hesitated. Yami's eyes normally took on the color that the jewels did, but that color just...felt bad to him. The mob had gone still, and terrified eyes watched as the demon approached Yugi. Whispers of 'witch' and 'he called a demon to him!' spread like wildfire. No, now he'd never get back!
'Y-Yami..." he whispered. His stomach felt like it was going to empty itself, and his head felt like it was going to swell. He stared at his demon, afraid for his life, afraid for his grandpa's life, and afraid for everything he had become accustomed to. "Yami..."
There was a sudden movement in the crowd, and Yami snapped to attention. He hissed at the people, and lunged at Yugi. Yugi gasped as he was suddenly grabbed around the middle, and nearly vomited as they launched off the ground. His demon's silver wings thrust against the air, and his body trembled with the effort of a vertical take-off. Yugi buried his face in his demon's chest to ward off the mob's outraged cries of 'witch.'
There was no resistance as they passed through the demon-barrier. It barely shimmered a pale green as they exited, but there was no instant death like it should have been. How did Yami get through it? He was a demon, right?
They soared high above the city, and were soon traveling a very familiar course. Eventually, Yugi would break down and cry in his demon's arms and Yami would whisper fierce and soft declarations of 'mine.' But for now, Yugi simply stared at the passing ground and wondered.
"Why me?"
~(Witch)~
Yugi cowered in the nurse's office, trying desperately not to hear the cursing and screaming outside. Yells of 'witch' and 'demon' were heard through the wood as well as the nurses' orders for them to return to their homes. Why wouldn't they just leave him alone? He hasn't done anything! He hasn't hurt anyone! Why were they attacking him?
"He's under our protection!" Yugi heard one of the nurses shout. Under normal circumstances, the hospital had just as much power as the government, but that mob outside obviously didn't care about rules.
"Give him to us!" "He's a witch!" "Burn him!"
Grandpa...what do i do? He had thought that the people were just wary of him; he had no idea that they feared him like this. And what had he done to earn this? Nothing but survive, he thought vehemently.
"Witch!"
"I'm not a witch," he murmured as he held his legs close to his chest. "Not a witch." He would know if he was a with, right? Something would be different if he was a witch. He didn't feel damned.
He jumped, startled when a side door suddenly opened. His eyes widened, fearing that the mob had found a way around the main door to drag him off to be burned or stoned to death.
"Come this way, Yugi." It was one of the nurses, Shizuka, a quiet girl who helped to take care of his grandfather. He relaxed just a bit, and after a moment's hesitation, jumped up to follow her. "The others are steering the people away from these halls," she whispered as she lead him. "but we need to hurry. The police aren't doing anything to help us."
"W-why?" Yugi croaked. "Why are you helping me?"
"Why?" Shizuka paused for a moment. "Why wouldn't we? Besides, we know you're not a witch," she grabbed his hand and squeezed it in reassurance. "No one who takes such good care of his grandfather could possibly be a witch."
She pulled him forward and that was the end of their conversation. "W-wait! What about my grandpa?!"
"He'll be fine," she reassured him. "We have him listed under a different last name, so he will be safe from over-zealous crowds. We've grown...fond of his stories."
They ran in silence from then on. Yugi held on to the comfort and stability that Shizuka's hand portrayed, and he desperately wished that this was all a dream. Any minute now he would wake up in his grandpa's hospital room with a stiff neck from falling asleep in the chair.
"Here," Shizuka suddenly thrust Yugi through a door. Sunlight blinded him momentarily. "I don't know how you've been surviving all this time outside of the city, but now might be a good time to stay away for a while. We should be able to get you immunity at some point, once the people have calmed down. If you see an orange and blue banner on the last carriage of our delivery groups, then you'll know that it's safe to come back.
"Don't worry, Yugi," she said as he pushed him out of the door. "It'll only be for a little while. Until then, stay safe." Then, she dissapeard back into the hospital, and Yugi was left starring at the white door.
"I...I just...." Yugi steeled himself. Of course nothing would go right. He must have been cursed at birth or something. Nothing ever went right. He was just going to have to accept it and move on. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes. Why?
He cursed loudly, and spun on his heel to sprint off. He couldn't do anything about it, regardless. He was going to have to run, run like the coward he was.
"There he is!" A shout was thrown as he ran through the market square. He cringed as cries of 'witch' echoded around him. If he could make it outside, then he'd be okay. None of the townspeople would dare go outside the walls. Just a little further! The gates were just past the courtyard behind the market square. He could make it! He was in better shape than the crowd, and definitely had better agility!
"Leave me alone!" he gasped. His breathing had become slightly labored and he entered the courtyard. More people were filling in around him, and they would soon surround him. The gate! If only he could reach the gate!
"Shit!" Yugi yelled as he approached the gate. It was closed! Why was it closed?! "Open up!" he screamed at the sentrymen. "Let me out!" He beat against the thick wood with his fists, and drove his body against it. "Open, open, open!" Tears poured down his face as the crowd surged around him. He was going to die!
A man carrying a pitchfork stepped forward from the crowd, and Yugi cowered against the gate. He wore simple jean overalls over his green shirt, and steal-toed boots dug into the ground. His chin was strong and his eyes showed nothing but hate.
"Witch," the man spat as he approached Yugi. "Do you have anything to say before we cleanse your damned soul?"
Yugi shook, terror rooting him to the ground. He was going to die. He was going to die!
"No? Then may god have mercy on your soul." The man charged him, pitchfork raised to skewer him. The crowd surged behind him, and the angry tidal wave of people fell upon Yugi with the intent of ripping him apart. Yugi had nowhere to run, and nothing to defend himself with. So he did the only thing he could do. He screamed for his demon.
"Yamiiiiiiiiii!"
An earsplitting whistle and the sound of shattering glass broke the cries of the mob. Green light exploded through the demon-barrier and landed right in front of Yugi, forcing the mob away with the subsequent blast. Cries of fear enaminated from the people as they were pushed back, and Yugi collapsed against the gate. He stared wide-eyed as his demon stood before him, wings spread in all his demonic glory. Yami snarled at the crowd, lunging at any who got close. The man with the overalls and pitchfork charged his demon with a battle cry, and Yami's eyes darted to him. His demon lunged, swiftly taking hold of the raised pitchfork and pushing an explosion of force, air, and green light at the man. Yugi watched, terrified as that man was propelled several feet away, and the surrounding crowd was also pushed back. Green light overtook the normally red jewels, and the color pushed at Yugi and nauseated him.
"Y-Yami!" His demon's red eyes were coated with a green sheen as he turned to look at him, and Yugi hesitated. Yami's eyes normally took on the color that the jewels did, but that color just...felt bad to him. The mob had gone still, and terrified eyes watched as the demon approached Yugi. Whispers of 'witch' and 'he called a demon to him!' spread like wildfire. No, now he'd never get back!
'Y-Yami..." he whispered. His stomach felt like it was going to empty itself, and his head felt like it was going to swell. He stared at his demon, afraid for his life, afraid for his grandpa's life, and afraid for everything he had become accustomed to. "Yami..."
There was a sudden movement in the crowd, and Yami snapped to attention. He hissed at the people, and lunged at Yugi. Yugi gasped as he was suddenly grabbed around the middle, and nearly vomited as they launched off the ground. His demon's silver wings thrust against the air, and his body trembled with the effort of a vertical take-off. Yugi buried his face in his demon's chest to ward off the mob's outraged cries of 'witch.'
There was no resistance as they passed through the demon-barrier. It barely shimmered a pale green as they exited, but there was no instant death like it should have been. How did Yami get through it? He was a demon, right?
They soared high above the city, and were soon traveling a very familiar course. Eventually, Yugi would break down and cry in his demon's arms and Yami would whisper fierce and soft declarations of 'mine.' But for now, Yugi simply stared at the passing ground and wondered.
"Why me?"