The first of the reposts. YGO-Series One- Pharaoh/Imori
" We can relax now. "
" Yes. "
Yes. It would be nice to relax. The games he plays in this borrowed body are all well and good fun, but a soul requires more than just the work of doling out punishment. Man can not live on bread alone, after all, and he is very much a man. A hand is gently set on the little dragon summoners shoulder, a kind smile offered. It's not exactly the usual expression gracing his lips. At least not when he's in control. It does not come as naturally for him as it does for his other half. Still, it seems to work. Curious eyes are peering up at him.
"Show me the rest of your base Imori."
It barely passes for a request. He's so much more used to making demands. The boy is nodding though, excited that he will not be cast back into the lonely shadows. At least not yet.
" Un, Yuugi-kun ! "
He follows, irked by that name that is not his own. Oh, the name is fine. He may even grow fond of it, as he is growing fond of the boy it belongs to, but it's not his. Repeatedly it's used towards him, but the real crime is that he can not correct those who use it. For all the knowledge he has tucked away inside of him, it's wrong that he can not force his mind to supply him the name that is his own. Once more he scours his mind for even a hint, all the while the young boy that is his company shows him around, talking on about games and family and friends .. and why can't he remember?
Well fine. If it's not going to come to him, then he will stop thinking of it and will place his attention elsewhere. He's supposed to be relaxing after all, as he was so graciously invited to do.
" So many games, but all of them for only one player. Great though they may be, there are some things which are far more enjoyable when done with others."
Confusion mingles with curiousity in the dragon summoners eyes. Ah. The innocence of a child. An adult would have read the intent in the tone of his voice, even in his stance. It's just as well though. The thought of taking for himself something that is pure and untouched.. it's right, and pleasing to him. Slowly, he circles the boy, reaching out to touch him again, barely there fingers ghosting across the nape of his neck.
" Close your eyes Imori. Let's play a game for two. "
Sequel here : slowevolution.livejournal.com/1145.html#cutid1
" Yes. "
Yes. It would be nice to relax. The games he plays in this borrowed body are all well and good fun, but a soul requires more than just the work of doling out punishment. Man can not live on bread alone, after all, and he is very much a man. A hand is gently set on the little dragon summoners shoulder, a kind smile offered. It's not exactly the usual expression gracing his lips. At least not when he's in control. It does not come as naturally for him as it does for his other half. Still, it seems to work. Curious eyes are peering up at him.
"Show me the rest of your base Imori."
It barely passes for a request. He's so much more used to making demands. The boy is nodding though, excited that he will not be cast back into the lonely shadows. At least not yet.
" Un, Yuugi-kun ! "
He follows, irked by that name that is not his own. Oh, the name is fine. He may even grow fond of it, as he is growing fond of the boy it belongs to, but it's not his. Repeatedly it's used towards him, but the real crime is that he can not correct those who use it. For all the knowledge he has tucked away inside of him, it's wrong that he can not force his mind to supply him the name that is his own. Once more he scours his mind for even a hint, all the while the young boy that is his company shows him around, talking on about games and family and friends .. and why can't he remember?
Well fine. If it's not going to come to him, then he will stop thinking of it and will place his attention elsewhere. He's supposed to be relaxing after all, as he was so graciously invited to do.
" So many games, but all of them for only one player. Great though they may be, there are some things which are far more enjoyable when done with others."
Confusion mingles with curiousity in the dragon summoners eyes. Ah. The innocence of a child. An adult would have read the intent in the tone of his voice, even in his stance. It's just as well though. The thought of taking for himself something that is pure and untouched.. it's right, and pleasing to him. Slowly, he circles the boy, reaching out to touch him again, barely there fingers ghosting across the nape of his neck.
" Close your eyes Imori. Let's play a game for two. "
Sequel here : slowevolution.livejournal.com/1145.html#cutid1