[fic] Theme 040 "Map", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Yami/Yuugi; G}
Happy birthday alisiemoe!
Okay, this is the ‘update before exams of doom’. I won’t be writing from now until at least December 12.
One more biology lab report and one more philosophy essay to go! (makes determined face) Now make this authoress happy and review, okay?
Oh, and - happy (belated) Thanksgiving to those in the U.S.!
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 040.
Genre: General/(light) Angst
Rating: G
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi-ish
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: He stared at the cards and did not know if he felt reassured or not.
Disclaimer: Do not own Yuugiou or the song. Property of Takahashi-san and Ikuzawa-san respectively.
Spoilers: Chapter 338 (manga-centric!), along with everything before and after it. ;P That includes the use of Yami’s real name.
Warnings: More pre-Ceremonial Duel-ness. I swear I write too much of this mini-arc.
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今の僕たちに 地図なんていらない
闇を切り裂いた 希望だけ この手に
ゴールを決めず ただ夢へ 踏み出してく
EYE'S 感じるままに 君の目が見つけるさ
Oh! EYE'S 願ったものが 魂を振るわせる 決闘（デュエル）なら
(A map isn’t needed to us now
Only the hope that ripped apart the darkness in my hands
Without deciding on a goal, I’ll just take a step toward my dream
EYE’S, while I feel them, I’ll find your eyes
Oh! EYE’S, if what I wished for is a duel that shudders my soul)
EYE’S © 生沢佑一 (Ikuzawa Yuichi), Yuugiou Duel Monsters Ending 6
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Yami - no, Atemu - opened his eyes as the last of the golden rays of the Sennen Puzzle faded away, leaving the room in its usual fluorescent lighting. He adjusted to the body, knowing this would be the last time he could fully appreciate the unwavering trust his aibou had in him to be in control. He sat down, gathered the scattered cards on the coffee table, and began to mindlessly shuffle them into a deck.
The moon was high up, the water calm. It was hard to believe he was back in his homeland only to say goodbye to those he held dearly. It already happened once; must it happen again?
He placed the deck down on the table and flipped the first card. Mahaado. Atemu stared at the Black Magician’s steely blue eyes, seeing the determination and devotion from his former High Priest. And he flipped the next card. Mana. The smiling face of his friend’s young apprentice glowed faintly.
Aibou did not put them into his deck.
His aibou would not purposely leave them out on the basis that he knew they were his most trusted companions, carried on for three thousand years. No, there must be an alternate reason for not including them-
And he did not know whether to feel reassured or frightened by the explanation behind it.
Placing the Black Magician and Black Magician Girl aside, he took the next card. And the next, and the next; the three Gods answered him. Osiris, Obelisk, Ra...
He put those with the previous two. He could not bring himself to reveal the next card; he buried his face into his hands, taking irregular breaths. He had never felt this way about a duel before; he was tingling, his nerves were singing, his hands were shaking, his legs were quivering - but in truth, he was simply excited. This was the first time he and his aibou could fight each other, face to face, push each other to their best.
But it was not under the circumstances he wanted.
He repressed any feelings he held for his other, concentrating solely on picking the forty cards necessary for tomorrow.
I will give it my all, aibou, just like you will. We will both fight our hardest. We will lead each other to our final destination with our hearts. Win or lose - I am glad I have met you. I am glad you extended a hand in friendship, in partnership, in trust, to a complete stranger. I will treasure our times together forever-
He thought he felt compassionate eyes on him, the same penetrating stare only his aibou was capable of, to see into another’s soul, but that was ridiculous. His aibou was a True Duelist, respecting the game and his opponent; he would not spy on him while he constructed his deck.
I look forward to tomorrow, aibou. I hope you do as well.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 484
Authoress Notes: The thought’s been nagging me for a bit when I reread chapter 338 (so I could write this). It’s only a vague point and not explicit explained here, but I’ve gotten it out of my system, and that’s all I want anyway.
And whoo, I'm done 40 themes! Remember, if you missed anything, you can either click the lj: 100_wangsts tag or go to the challenge's masterlist for past themes. =]