[fic] Theme 038 "Box", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Yami/Yuugi-ish; G}
Augh, October totally sucks. There’s been at least a blasted quiz/test every bloody week. November’s not going to fare any better either, especially the first and third weeks. Why does BIO206 have to be so asdfjkl;?
It snowed yesterday night (and we had residual snow this morning) but the wind makes it worse, blah.
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 038.
Genre: General
Rating: G
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi-ish
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: Being alone in the Shadow Realm, Yuugi can do nothing except to evaluate his situation.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t believe Yuugiou is mine.
Spoilers: Episode 38, I guess.
Warnings: None.
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It’s so dark. I stretch my fingers out in front of me but I can barely make out their shapes. Where, exactly, am I?
The last thing I remember was seeing the hesitation and fear in Black Magician’s eyes as he was forced to channel his attack through Sacrifice and consequently destroying Kremlin. I suppose that was when my consciousness slipped past that invisible line; I can vaguely make out worried, desperate cries of mou hitori no ore, mou hitori no ore, but I don’t have the strength to call back, to reassure the voice that I’m - although a bit lost and confused - okay. Without a sense of direction, it seems like the sounds are coming from everywhere - and I wander aimlessly in the dark, trying to find that ‘light at the end of the tunnel’. Does it exist in this dimension?
It’s funny. In this vast, boundless darkness I’ve never felt so trapped, alone...boxed in. I’m not usually scared of the dark, despite the numerous bedtime stories about the Boogeyman and other such characters when I was younger. Even when I was ten I didn’t need a nightlight like others my age. There’s just something about this place that just...doesn’t sit well with me. Like a leech, feeding off of my energy. Like a nightmare I can never wake up from. Like a black hole, a vortex, sucking everything in its path, including abstract things like happiness.
I blink. I’m not in my physical body. Now I’m the spirit. And I can’t help but wonder - is this how mou hitori no boku felt like when he was in the unsolved Puzzle? For 3,000 years?
Coldness and sadness sweep through me like a tide lapping at the beach. That is too cruel a punishment; surely mou hitori no boku didn’t deserve this?
I continue walking, still trying to find that metaphorical light.
But the only thing I can think of is mou hitori no boku, if he’s figured out the face-down card I played, if he’s won yet. I have no doubts he will win even without our Mind Shuffle - however absurd that sounds since I was the one who suggested the strategy in the first place - and even with my absence from the fight, I know our friends will still be there to support him. Mou hitori no boku will stay strong; for Jii-chan, for Kaiba-kun and Mokuba-kun, for Anzu, Jounouchi-kun, Honda-kun.
For me.
It’s only a matter of time. I can wait.
And I curl into a ball, to do just that: wait.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 425
Authoress Notes: Kremlin is the Feral Imp in the English-dub version.
Halloween’s coming up this Friday; I hope everyone will have a great time! Happy trick-or-treating and dress warmly! Remember to stay safe and avoid melamine-contaminated candies! xD
And to all writers participating in NaNoWriMo this year: best of luck to reaching your 50,000 words!