[fic] Theme 044 "Code", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: 'Atemu'/Yuugi; PG-14}
Happy birthday duelist_gurl163! (trills) You’re now the same age as me, (hur hur), so we can, ahem, “suffer” together? :D
I know, this is sort of angsty, but you won’t mind, would you? ._.
At any rate, have a wonderful day hun. ♥
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 044.
Genre: Drama/Angst
Rating: PG-14
Pairings: ‘Atemu’/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: Will you listen to his side of the story?
Disclaimer: (makes a face) You like to rub this in my face, don’t you?
Spoilers: Theme 035 - electric cord, I suppose. Go refresh yourselves if you’ve forgotten what it’s about. But the same things: AU, Yami’s real name.
Warnings: More angst! Name in “LastName FirstName” format.
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Agent Atemu.
Or ‘Yami’, as he fondly used as his alias.
He was born into a poor family that didn’t plan on having any children. Three years had passed, then his parents took him to the local market, in the hopes of fetching more money in exchange for a future little slave boy, and their wish was granted. They hadn’t even bothered giving their child a name when he still lived under their roof.
He was sold and exchanged amongst various hands, finally taken in under the wing of Sakkidatta Itsuwari. At first he was simply just another boy, uncared for but fed and had a decent bed. Then Sakkidatta noticed ever since this new addition, things had gone more smoothly - so he was finally given a name. Atemu, for his origins.
As soon as he became stronger and felt less afraid, Sakkidatta personally trained him in the five essential areas that would allow him to survive.
Meeting. Courtship. Seduction. Assassination. Aftermath.
And the Golden Rules: Never arouse suspicion towards your ulterior motives. Never fall in love with your target.
His first mission was when he hit eighteen. The woman had been so easy. So had the next, and the next, and the next. Whether the target was male or female, he could play his role perfectly. And Sakkidatta was pleased with the money that rolled in every time he finished his assignment, even when there was a set ‘break time’ in-between to let the news die down.
The fifth time, he was assigned to a Motou Yuugi, a twenty-three year old man, just one year his junior. Atemu had been surprised by the photo that was clipped with the rest of the file - but of course he couldn’t dwell on the similarities they shared. He had changed his hairstyle and gotten brown contact lenses - he couldn’t risk all his unique characteristics being noticed and later used against him.
The beginning had been simple enough. They met at a bar, him cooking up a fake back-story that drew sympathy from the other man. Then proceeded to woo him; it turned out Motou was a hopeless romantic underneath the business suit, but he also learned he was cautious. So Atemu took his time, ever patient with him. It had been two months, and then he succeeded in completing the third step.
But things had complicated. He had broken the second Golden Rule.
He had fallen in love. Genuinely, unplanned.
He had fled the next morning, before Yuugi awoke. He couldn’t face the other, couldn’t tell him all he was to him was a tool, couldn’t possibly kill him.
Now he sat on the couch in the Motou living room, frowning, guilty, and thinking. There were obvious signs of a struggle in the Game Shop - and he knew they took him. Who, how, and where. If there was any mishap in the plan, then there was the backup at The Chamber. But he couldn’t go! He didn’t want to see Yuugi’s torn expression, didn’t want to see all the old and fresh wounds they inflicted upon him, didn’t want to be the one to physically hurt him, because once he stepped into that room he knew they would give him the items. And if he showed any compassion in front of them...
I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think things would turn out this way - why did I have to fall in love with you? If I hadn’t, then this wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t be a coward, sitting here, and you wouldn’t be wishing you were dead instead of alive. Had the circumstances been more different I wouldn’t have left you, but... I’m sorry. Why did I have to fall in love with you?
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 622
Authoress Notes: So does Atemu/Yami still look like the same jerk back in theme 035?
Japanese translations:
sakkidatta - bloodthirsty
itsuwari - lies
I know, I’m very unoriginal and that makes no grammatical sense whatsoever.