[fic] Blood pain - Yugioh, 'Atemu'xYugi, angst, PG, theme 033 (100_chances)
Theme: 033- Blood pain; for 100_chances
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Pairings: 'Atemu'xYugi implied
Archive: Here
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: End of the series.
Summary: But now he was smacked in the face with the realization that those last moments in Kul Elna had been The End. However symbolic or important or so-called right they were…they were still the end.
Disclaimer: Yugioh continues to not be mine...
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He’d held together fine for the last thirteen hours. Driving back to Luxor, waiting at the airport, the eleven-hour flight home…all okay. Numb, but okay. Even the drive to the Game Shop had been uneventful. He’d been able to carry on a perfectly normal conversation with his mother, who was still irritated about his and his grandfather’s sudden mysterious need to go to Egypt. But the moment he entered his bedroom it all fell apart.
Something broke inside him, shattering the numbness and leaving the wound on his heart raw and open. He stared around the room for a moment, feeling something rising inside his chest. There was the bed where they’d sat and talked almost every night. There was the desk where he completed the Millennium Puzzle, and later where Atemu liked to sit while looking at the stars. There were the books of cards they’d left lying around while trying to decide which to take with them to the Ceremonial Battle. All of it, so familiar. But someone was missing.
He’s really gone.
His vision blurred as he unconsciously groped for the Puzzle before remembering that it, too, had been left behind. He dropped to his knees with a strangled cry as the walls seemed to press in on him, crushing him. Cold sweat covered his body, skin prickling as he closed his eyes to hide the memories from sight.
He’s never coming back.
He’d known it all along, but maybe the numbness prevented it from really hitting him before. But now he was smacked in the face with the realization that those last moments in Kul Elna had been The End. However symbolic or important or so-called right they were…they were still the end.
Atemu is never coming back.
Doubling over, he shook as he covered his head with his hands, trying to protect himself. But it was far too late for that…
It wasn’t just emotional anguish anymore. The ache had become a horrific physical burning; fire that had entered his bloodstream and raced throughout his body. The pain seeped into his bones, filled his lungs, made every heartbeat little more than torture. Eyes flying open, he stared down at the floor, using every ounce of strength to stop himself from screaming. His thoughts seemed to blur and grow distant and foggy, darkness creeping in around the edges of his vision.
Then he realized he wasn’t breathing. No…it wasn’t that…he couldn’t breathe.
Panicking, he clawed blindly for the doorway, pulling himself out into the hall as he finally gulped air. His head cleared enough for a single thought to become coherent.
I have to get out of here.
Stumbling for the stairs, he pushed by his grandfather, ignored his concerned voice asking if he was okay, and ran for the door, taking off down the road. Sobs tore from him in ragged gasps, bringing stares from strangers he didn’t even notice.
He would have died in that room, had he remained there a moment longer. Now that his life wasn’t in danger, all he could think of was getting away from the hurt, despite the impossibility of escaping something that had claimed his very blood.
So he ran. And when he finally tripped and fell to the ground, he struggled back to his feet and kept running. And when his body couldn’t take another step he just curled where he was on the sidewalk, up against a chain-link fence, in a part of town he couldn’t recognize.
It didn’t matter. Nor did the tears on his cheeks, the thudding of his heart, the pain that he knew he could never, ever outrun. All of it was eclipsed by the only thing that seemed real anymore.
He’s gone. He’s gone forever.
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Notes: This is meant to be feel somewhat exaggerated, as it's slanted toward Yugi's POV, and when your heart is broken, everything feels extreme.
Today is the one-year anniversary of this challenge and I’m 33.3% of the way through it. (That wasn’t even intentional, though it is sort of amusing. I wonder if it’ll take exactly three years to complete? xD) Naturally, the theme to mark this occasion is angsty. Because that’s how I roll.
I'm thinking of changing the colors of the journal...nothing major, just a lighter background and darker text. I'll be keeping the purple color scheme, just some different shades. In large bunches, it feels like the current one is a bit hard on the eyes.