[fic] Theme 030 "Orange Peel", for 100_wangsts{遊☆戯☆王: Mou hitori no Yuugi/Yuugi; G}
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This line has no purpose.
Other than to extend the words.
So the entire icon shows up.
Aha!
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 030.
Genre: General
Rating: G
Pairings: (friendship) Mou hitori no Yuugi/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: Yuugi doesn’t know what to make of mou hitori no Yuugi.
Disclaimer: Takahashi-san’s.
Spoilers: Season zero, post-Shaadi business, but before the TRPG with Yami no Bakura (we’re going by manga-timeline).
Warnings: None; that’s why this is rated ‘G’.
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Shaadi said something about mou hitori no boku, and since that night at the museum I’ve been confused. How can there possibly be, literally, another me? Sharing my body, no less.
I don’t know what to make of mou hitori no boku. On occasion I can feel a bout of strong emotions, like anger and frustration, but nothing else. It’s a bit unfair, really - he seems to know exactly what’s going through my mind and switch with me when I’m in danger. Then he makes me forget the interval in which he takes over, and I would never know what happened, except for the telltale exhaustion in the morning. His thoughts are always guarded; I’m not strong enough (yet) to stay conscious and attempt to sneak under his cool exterior.
That’s okay though. I know eventually one of these days we’ll be able to see each other. Somehow. Shaadi mentioned the room of souls that exists within every individual, and hinted that that’s the most likely place where we can physically touch. Shaadi said mou hitori no boku is a spirit released upon the completion of the Sennen Puzzle, which makes this scenario even scarier. And also said in passing that we can ‘merge’ - whatever that means.
But that’s not the point. The point is that yesterday had been...weird, in lack of a better word.
It was a relatively uneventful day - no bullies came chasing after me for ‘bodyguard fees’ or just for target practice, no escaped convicts, no media pretences, no duels to be won, no Kaiba-kun to pester us about Jii-chan’s Blue Eyes White Dragon. I was able to finally feel like a normal kid.
So it was rather uncalled for when I experienced another blank in my memory.
I remember adding finishing touches to my presentation-project for Japanese class, doing those last few pesky curve sketching questions for Advanced Functions class in preparation for next week’s test, and reading the assigned Act III of Shakespeare’s King Lear for English class. Jii-chan and ’kaa-chan had come up and scolded me for staying up, and so I bid both of them good night and turned off the desk lamp. The last thing I really remember was fumbling with the blanket. I don’t believe I even fell into bed before things blurred and faded altogether.
When I came to, it was already morning, and got an earful of ’kaa-chan’s pan-banging at my door and the shrill noises of my obnoxious alarm clock that won’t shut off even after I hit ‘snooze’.
The first thing I became aware of was this strong smell of oranges, but I thought nothing of it - orange juice is a common part of the Motou breakfast. By the time I took my seat at the kitchen table, ’kaa-chan demanded to know what happened to our supply of oranges in the fruit bowl.
I blinked at her scowl, and Jii-chan couldn’t help me out because he purposely hid behind the newspaper. Needless to say I was completely lost.
She gave me a pointed look, but my best response was an innocent and confused shrug. In the end I refused to drink anything with my toast; milk doesn’t agree with my body much.
When I ran upstairs to grab my schoolbag (mostly to escape the glare ’kaa-chan’s famous for, but then again I was running late too), I spotted something orange next to it - and everything clicked.
The next time mou hitori no boku wanted something, he should really just ask first.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 584
Authoress Notes: I don’t think there were oranges back in Ancient Egypt, so my excuse here: Remember the line “And also said in passing that we can ‘merge’ - whatever that means.”? Yami was able to get a taste of the oranges when Yuugi had them by ‘merging’ when both of them had been conscious. Yami decided he likes it and so one night he simply borrows Yuugi’s body to get some more Vitamin C (which I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know of either). Thus he becomes obsessed with oranges. Or something.
Another row completed! n.n