[fic] Wishing fountain - Yugioh, YamixYugi, serious, PG, theme 038 (100_chances)
Theme: 038- Wishing fountain; for 100_chances
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Rating: PG
Genre: Serious
Pairings: Implied future YamixYugi
Archive: Here
Warnings: AU, prostitution
Spoilers: None.
Summary: But maybe someday, he would tell himself when he tossed a coin into the pool later. Maybe someday.
Disclaimer: I am not Takahashi.
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Yami rolled onto his side, head resting against one arm. The digital clock on the table was blinking 12:00 am - testimony to the previous inhabitants’ disinterest in time. He estimated that it was probably more like three in the morning. He would know when it was five, the slamming doors and screech of tires outside the hotel would announce the arrival of the new day.
He closed his eyes. Not that the new day would bring anything very new. It would be the same as always. Off to work at the restaurant, his shift over before the dinner rush when the good money came; back to his apartment long enough to change clothes, back to lingering by the wishing fountain near the center of town with the other streetwalkers when night fell, in the wasted hope that a stranger’s arms would provide comfort.
Another night, another cheap hotel, another person beside him whose name he didn’t even care to learn.
The money was tucked into his wallet, an amount more than he would make all week at the restaurant, but it meant little. He had, at least, finally risen enough in society to be able to pay the bills. He didn't need to do this anymore, but he still returned to it; craving as he did the faintest hint of affection, to the point that he was willing to accept temporary lust in place of the real thing.
And every day he would throw a coin into the fountain, wishing that things would get better. Telling himself this would be the day the world gave him even one opportunity to change; begging the universe for even the tiniest hint that he still had a chance.
Another coin, another wish…but nothing ever got better. Out of desperation to survive he had sold his soul more than once, had fallen into the belief this was the only life he was good for, and now he didn’t know how to get out. He’d tell himself he’d change, but every night found himself by that fountain with the rest of the city’s whores, too weak to be alone. Perhaps in this world there were no second chances. Maybe there was no one out there who could love the damned.
Still, it was an illusion he clung to, the idea that there was someone, somewhere, who would believe in him, who would care about him for longer than the few hours or single night he or she paid for.
Another tear, another bruise on his lip as he bit down to stop more from falling and buried his face in his arm. Another hopeless moment in the night, praying for the sunrise, praying for a new chance…just praying for something from a God who seemed to have never cared.
But maybe someday, he would tell himself when he tossed a coin into the pool later. Maybe someday.
X - X - X
Notes: Huzzah for vague backstory. xD
Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian readers! Yes, I post angst for your holiday of thankfulness...I'm sorry. ^^; I swear, the next theme will be happy. Really.
I could make a great deal of jokes, but I won’t, because this isn’t supposed to be light-hearted. I don’t have to explain why this is technically Puzzleshippy and not just a fic about AU!Yami, do I? I’m sure everyone can tell from a mile away where the Puzzleshipping comes in…xD
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Rating: PG
Genre: Serious
Pairings: Implied future YamixYugi
Archive: Here
Warnings: AU, prostitution
Spoilers: None.
Summary: But maybe someday, he would tell himself when he tossed a coin into the pool later. Maybe someday.
Disclaimer: I am not Takahashi.
---
Yami rolled onto his side, head resting against one arm. The digital clock on the table was blinking 12:00 am - testimony to the previous inhabitants’ disinterest in time. He estimated that it was probably more like three in the morning. He would know when it was five, the slamming doors and screech of tires outside the hotel would announce the arrival of the new day.
He closed his eyes. Not that the new day would bring anything very new. It would be the same as always. Off to work at the restaurant, his shift over before the dinner rush when the good money came; back to his apartment long enough to change clothes, back to lingering by the wishing fountain near the center of town with the other streetwalkers when night fell, in the wasted hope that a stranger’s arms would provide comfort.
Another night, another cheap hotel, another person beside him whose name he didn’t even care to learn.
The money was tucked into his wallet, an amount more than he would make all week at the restaurant, but it meant little. He had, at least, finally risen enough in society to be able to pay the bills. He didn't need to do this anymore, but he still returned to it; craving as he did the faintest hint of affection, to the point that he was willing to accept temporary lust in place of the real thing.
And every day he would throw a coin into the fountain, wishing that things would get better. Telling himself this would be the day the world gave him even one opportunity to change; begging the universe for even the tiniest hint that he still had a chance.
Another coin, another wish…but nothing ever got better. Out of desperation to survive he had sold his soul more than once, had fallen into the belief this was the only life he was good for, and now he didn’t know how to get out. He’d tell himself he’d change, but every night found himself by that fountain with the rest of the city’s whores, too weak to be alone. Perhaps in this world there were no second chances. Maybe there was no one out there who could love the damned.
Still, it was an illusion he clung to, the idea that there was someone, somewhere, who would believe in him, who would care about him for longer than the few hours or single night he or she paid for.
Another tear, another bruise on his lip as he bit down to stop more from falling and buried his face in his arm. Another hopeless moment in the night, praying for the sunrise, praying for a new chance…just praying for something from a God who seemed to have never cared.
But maybe someday, he would tell himself when he tossed a coin into the pool later. Maybe someday.
X - X - X
Notes: Huzzah for vague backstory. xD
Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian readers! Yes, I post angst for your holiday of thankfulness...I'm sorry. ^^; I swear, the next theme will be happy. Really.
I could make a great deal of jokes, but I won’t, because this isn’t supposed to be light-hearted. I don’t have to explain why this is technically Puzzleshippy and not just a fic about AU!Yami, do I? I’m sure everyone can tell from a mile away where the Puzzleshipping comes in…xD