[fic] Theme 058 "Truth", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: implied Yuugi/'Atemu'; G}
(sobs loudly) I finally have some form of summer vacation. I still need to wait for my test results - and consequently, my final mark/GPA equivalent on the university’s official grades site.
But no more lectures or commuting or reading the textbook or recopying my notes!
Of course, now I can devote a lot of time to finish catching up with my to-watch-during-the-summer anime series, take apart Rach 2’s third movement, and earn some money at work.
...Well, didn’t expect much of a summer ever since last year anyway.
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 058.
Genre: Humour/Supernatural
Rating: G
Pairings: implied Yuugi/‘Atemu’
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: He’s just curious, that’s all. He’s not desperate, nope.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the starfishes; don’t own Yuugiou.
Spoilers: AU.
Warnings: OOC-ness - I don’t do this that often, so don’t kill me, m’kay? Also, sentences are a bit choppy because I was trying to overcome Writer’s Block when writing this. :(
-----Quite frankly, he’s getting pretty sick of apples. He cringes at the mere mention of said fruit. But despite this developing abhorrence, he can still be seen with an apple at almost any time.
On any given day, if he has an apple in one hand and a paring knife in the other, a certain phrase is bound to be spoken: Dammit!
People around him often wonder why he bothers - it’s just an apple, one doesn’t necessarily have to skin it in order to eat. Yet it’s not as simple; he needs the peeled skin to be in one piece.
And finally, he achieves this with a punch into the air, his face a look of utmost euphoria.
He rushes out of school the instant the bell rings and into the busy district of town, where stores cluster to unimaginable closeness in one block. Into one he goes, out within five minutes with a bag swinging happily from one arm, and into the next-door grocery store for just one more Red Delicious.
He locks himself in the bathroom later that night and waits impatiently, diligently, with that Red Delicious, a paring knife, a candle, and a lighter. As midnight approaches, he takes the apple and begins to peel it meticulously. He repeats to himself: I won’t mess up; I’ve practised this enough times, at the same time keeping his main goal forefront in his mind.
Once he finishes, he looks into the mirror, and to his disappointment, he only sees himself. He makes a mental note to tell his friend off when school comes (in a few hours), preparing a rant at the inaccurate information he’s been fed. Not that he actually believes it will work...he’s simply curious in the supernatural stuff, that’s all. Yes, that’s all.
But it is because of the flickering candlelight that he misses the subtle differences the image in his mirror has offered, and he lives with the impression that he suffers from narcissism. Until he meets The Person, anyway.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 335
Authoress Notes: Who’s who? (shrugs) I don’t know.
The ‘myth’ I used should be pretty well-known, but if you don’t, the premise is that if you peel an apple in one piece at midnight in front of a mirror, you’ll see your soul-mate in the reflection. I don’t remember if the candle’s necessary; if it’s not, then it’s for ambience, okay? 8D