Happy Labour Day!
Tomorrow will be my official start of the school year, fall and then winter terms, also known as Months of Hell. I’ve pretty much written enough themes to get through until April if I post two themes per month, so there should be steady biweekly updates this time around - unless, of course, I’m bombarded with things that make me go crazy (these days, though, it doesn’t take much).
Here’s to successful academics!
Written for
100_wangsts. This is theme 060.
Genre: Angst/Supernatural
Rating: G
Pairings: Yuugi/Yami
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: He would at least have a photo to keep with him.
Disclaimer: Yuugiou belongs to Takahashi-san.
Spoilers: The ending of the series. :/ (This has become so redundant...)
Warnings: Um. Not much, I’d like to believe. Dark-ish...?
Thank you to magic-cephalopod’s fic,
Photographs, because it prompted this little bunny. Go read it! It’s lighter and cheerier than this, and very adorable.
Keys: ‘Mind link.’
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‘Mou hitori no boku?’
‘Yes, aibou?’
‘Can I ask a favour?’
‘Oh?’
‘Hold the camera like I am doing right now, then press this button when we’re switched.’
‘...All right, aibou.’
The Puzzle glowed, and Yami opened his eyes. He had no idea why Yuugi would request such a thing - it was rather...random, out of the blue. But he would humour him, comply - because they both knew it was only a matter of time before they would take the three Gods and the other Items back to Egypt. That, and there was seemingly no way for him to refuse his partner anything.
‘Like so, aibou?’
‘Yeah. Now press the button. Remember to smile!’
There was a flash. Then the camera clattered on to the blue carpet.
When the body of Motou Yuugi finally moved, it was wide, amethyst eyes that blinked to keep a prickling feeling in check. With trembling hands he picked up the camera, and turned it to see the last picture taken.
As he had hoped and predicted, Yami was there - a small, confused smile - in a crooked angle, because, like him, he couldn’t get himself into the frame properly. But that was okay -
Yuugi turned off the camera, reminding himself to stop by the photo-developing store later that day.
He glanced down at the Puzzle, its weight suddenly much heavier - or was that just his guilt tricking him?
There was no more of that familiar warmth he was used to, the warmth that only the Spirit could give him. He shut his eyes, repeating to himself that this was what he wanted, the plan was supposed to happen this way; this is what he wanted. It was too late to undo it anyway.
He’d figured, when the idea first spawned spontaneously into his head, that Yami would probably hate him for doing this. And he would hate himself too, for ever thinking it, but at the same time it was so tempting, and with That Day approaching, he felt desperate; desperate enough to finally ask.
Absently, he stroked the camera. I’m sorry, mou hitori no boku. I suppose I’m selfish, but I don’t think I can see you off to Egypt. I don’t want to, and even if we prolong your stay here, I don’t think I’ll ever want to. It’ll make it so much harder. I did what a coward would do - you’ll hate me for it if I told you the reason. But you’ll never know it, because this all worked out like I planned it would. I can keep you with me forever. I can tape you to my wall, put you in my wallet, and you will watch over me when I sleep. You can’t leave me, mou hitori no boku. You understand this, don’t you? I’m sure you do.
He took the chain that hung around his neck and relieved his shoulders of the weight. Gazing at it in an almost pitying expression, his fingers found the central piece - the Eye of Horus - and pulled.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 504
Authoress Notes: All right, so I’m sure you must’ve heard of the myth “taking a picture will steal away the soul of the subject” at some point. And I was playing on the ‘fact’ that only one soul inhabits a body (of which there isn’t a grounded conclusion, but that’s why fact is in quotations).
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ART TIEM.
Fandom; Character/Pairing/etc.: Misc./OCs
Genre; Rating: Gen; G
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Creatively...mine? o_O;
Medium: Lead pencil, eraser, agenda.
Time/Duration: Span from July to August.