[fic] Theme 035 "Electric Cord", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: 'Atemu'/Yuugi; R}
Well. Tomorrow is the official start of term.
Thus begins the semesters of working-your-butt-off.
I’ll see what I can do about updates.
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 035.
Genre: Horror/Angst
Rating: R
Pairings: ‘Atemu’/Yuugi, in a twisted way, I guess
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: It was the worst kind of betrayal. He didn’t want to believe it, but the truth lay clean and simple in front of his eyes.
Disclaimer: ... (Translation: you can take my silence as a submission of ‘do not own Yuugiou’.)
Spoilers: AU, use of Yami’s real name.
Warnings: Dark, torture, um...not your fluffy-happy things.
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Another scream echoed in the candle-lit room. The voice was cracking, turning hoarser as time dragged on, silently begging for the torture to end; the sounds of chains scraping against chains and stone walls underlined the shrill shrieks of pain.
He couldn’t remember how long he’d been here...or how much more he could take. All he knew was that every muscle in his body were aching, body pulled and fastened down with manacles, and his life wasn’t supposed to be like this. He’d been just like any other man, going home after a long day of work and stopping by the bar for a beer to relieve some of the stress, and then things had changed.
Since that night his life accommodated a new person, other than his grandfather. ‘Yami’, the stranger had introduced himself.
They had gone from acquaintances to friends, from friends to boyfriends, from boyfriends to lovers, in quick succession. It had barely been two months before he caved to Yami’s seductive advances, and now...look where he was.
He liked to think himself as ‘ordinary’, even with the millionaire-background. It was only a matter of time before his parents would tell him to quit the job at the hotel and take his place as President of the company. He was, after all, the only living heir left. He hated that prospect; he hated all the publicity and the paparazzi following him everywhere, hated all the scrutiny and pressure. He liked his quiet life with his grandfather and his little game shop, why couldn’t they understand that? But he should’ve known, or guessed - his name was bound to leak out, and along would come his association with the corporate world. He just didn’t anticipate this turn of events.
His life had taken a ninety degree spin when he arrived home one night and opened the front door. The dam had broken then; blood flowed steadily and curved around his shoes in a puddle, the stench of copper immediately following after, inducing nausea. Further in was the body of his grandfather, bent forward and sprawled across the closest glass counter of the Turtle Game Shop, the stabbing wounds in his back partially visible amongst the tears in his overalls. A box was on its side a bit away, the pieces out and scattered and damp in the still-pooling sea of red. His grandfather couldn’t have died more than ten minutes ago.
The next ninety degree turn of his life was spent in a yell and blackness. When he had come to, he was already on the wall with the shackles.
At first there had only been more darkness, then his blindfold was removed - and the room was revealed.
The only times he was taken down from the wall was to strap him to a chair, complete with wires and buckles. He knew what they were after; they wanted to take his company from him, to force his hand - but he wouldn’t. The company was his parent’s lifelong work, and as much as he hated to be confined in that office, he wasn’t going to let these people get it. If he didn’t react the way they wanted, they would whip him, electrocute him, starve him, turn him into something like a man-whore, reduce him to beg for torture’s end, but they would never finish him off for good. No, he was at their complete mercy, life and death only a thin thread apart, all in their hands.
Yam-no, Atemu, his mind spat, well conscious of the fact that he had only ever seen a mask, a disguise, a lie. The traitor. I thought we really had something - was this what you were really after all this time? Just my money? And the company? I can’t believe you would use me as a tool - was that all I was good for? A nice little plaything in bed whenever you feel bored? Well you won’t get the company, or anything else - not over my dead body.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 666
Authoress Notes: In case anyone’s confused, Yami was the code name and Atemu was his real name (which Yuugi found out by himself). And yes, a lot of details are left out and a few mysteries littered within my phrasing, but if I filled all the holes in, it would be long...so once more I leave things to your imagination.
Moral of the story? Don’t rush into things so soon. xD
(Yes, 666 words! XD)