Living Canvas [Yu-Gi-Oh, Ryou, G]
Title: Living Canvas
Author/Artist: Arizonaicerose (Sakurasango)
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Prompt: Yu-Gi-Oh!, Ryou: ink - After the first tattoo he found that he craved another, and another. They were signs that his body was his again, that there was no one else in it but him.
Word count: 580
A/N: Sorry this is late. I hope this is ok, the prompt was harder then what I expected.
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The first one had been innocent enough. A small smiling face that laid just above his inner left ankle. It was a pale, small tattoo that was barely visible when Ryou wore socks. He exclaimed that it was a sign of his happiness that he was now free of the spirit that used to take over his body for weeks.
The second was just as innocent and invisible as the first one. On his upper right thigh he had gotten a rabbit; a small, white rabbit that was crouching low, the left ear bent slightly. When Yugi had noticed it in gym class Ryou had explained about how it was his favorite animal.
“Because rabbits are so innocent. Especially the white ones, they are as pure as fresh snow before people start walking on it,” had been the quiet answer as he pulled on his shoes. Smiling he ran out to meet the rest of the class before anymore questions could be asked.
As the days turned into weeks, the number of tattoos increased. Their hiding places becoming less invisible as time went on. And with each tattoo came a reason for it. The teenager always tried to come up with tattoos that expressed the freedom that he had now with his body belonging to him alone.
The third one was on his lower back, right where the waistline of his jeans rested. It was of a green dragon eating its own tail, twisted into the infinity sign.
“It‘s to show that forever I will be free.” Ryou laughed as he looked over his shoulder at his friend’s horrified faces.
Soon after that one was a line of stars, twenty small stars in total. The stars were completely colored in with black ink.
“Each star,” Ryou stated proudly when Tristan found them on his left upper arm, “shows the number of weeks that I was in pure agony. Of every week that I would wish upon a star that my body and free will would come back to me.”
Tea had found the next one. On Ryou’s inner arm, right above his wrist, was the kanji for freedom. Which he simply told people to read the word, knowing that they would pick up the meaning.
Every week they watched as their once tattoo free friend turned his pale body into a living canvas of all of the emotions he was feeling. Of the sorrow he felt while being caught in the spirit of the ring’s deadly web. Of the joy of having his body back to himself. And of the anticipation of getting to live a live free of evil spirits forever.
Despite their concerns and voiced complaints that enough was enough. Ryou slowly made two sleeves of the various tattoos before letting them travel down each of his legs. The lower half of his back and stomach were next to have the declarations of his freedom.
Every day before school and afterwards when the sun was setting Ryou would stand before the mirror in his bathroom. His school uniform would be piled up on the floor beside the bathtub. Slowly he would turn around in a circle planning the next mark of freedom that he would attach to his body. And nothing his friends said would ever make him stop; Ryou smirked as he stared at his neck, fingers rubbed on the left side, just above his shoulder. On the soon to be next spot on the living canvas.
Author/Artist: Arizonaicerose (Sakurasango)
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Prompt: Yu-Gi-Oh!, Ryou: ink - After the first tattoo he found that he craved another, and another. They were signs that his body was his again, that there was no one else in it but him.
Word count: 580
A/N: Sorry this is late. I hope this is ok, the prompt was harder then what I expected.
x-x-x-
The first one had been innocent enough. A small smiling face that laid just above his inner left ankle. It was a pale, small tattoo that was barely visible when Ryou wore socks. He exclaimed that it was a sign of his happiness that he was now free of the spirit that used to take over his body for weeks.
The second was just as innocent and invisible as the first one. On his upper right thigh he had gotten a rabbit; a small, white rabbit that was crouching low, the left ear bent slightly. When Yugi had noticed it in gym class Ryou had explained about how it was his favorite animal.
“Because rabbits are so innocent. Especially the white ones, they are as pure as fresh snow before people start walking on it,” had been the quiet answer as he pulled on his shoes. Smiling he ran out to meet the rest of the class before anymore questions could be asked.
As the days turned into weeks, the number of tattoos increased. Their hiding places becoming less invisible as time went on. And with each tattoo came a reason for it. The teenager always tried to come up with tattoos that expressed the freedom that he had now with his body belonging to him alone.
The third one was on his lower back, right where the waistline of his jeans rested. It was of a green dragon eating its own tail, twisted into the infinity sign.
“It‘s to show that forever I will be free.” Ryou laughed as he looked over his shoulder at his friend’s horrified faces.
Soon after that one was a line of stars, twenty small stars in total. The stars were completely colored in with black ink.
“Each star,” Ryou stated proudly when Tristan found them on his left upper arm, “shows the number of weeks that I was in pure agony. Of every week that I would wish upon a star that my body and free will would come back to me.”
Tea had found the next one. On Ryou’s inner arm, right above his wrist, was the kanji for freedom. Which he simply told people to read the word, knowing that they would pick up the meaning.
Every week they watched as their once tattoo free friend turned his pale body into a living canvas of all of the emotions he was feeling. Of the sorrow he felt while being caught in the spirit of the ring’s deadly web. Of the joy of having his body back to himself. And of the anticipation of getting to live a live free of evil spirits forever.
Despite their concerns and voiced complaints that enough was enough. Ryou slowly made two sleeves of the various tattoos before letting them travel down each of his legs. The lower half of his back and stomach were next to have the declarations of his freedom.
Every day before school and afterwards when the sun was setting Ryou would stand before the mirror in his bathroom. His school uniform would be piled up on the floor beside the bathtub. Slowly he would turn around in a circle planning the next mark of freedom that he would attach to his body. And nothing his friends said would ever make him stop; Ryou smirked as he stared at his neck, fingers rubbed on the left side, just above his shoulder. On the soon to be next spot on the living canvas.