Old Habits Die Hard
[When they die at all, that is. And apparently my old habit of Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfiction has yet to die as completely as I'd thought. This is what happens when I read something that reminds me of old decrepit plot bunnies that plagued me in their youth...]
Not Quite, Part II
"...I know, right now you can't tell, but stay a while and maybe then you'll see a different side of me..."
The radio blared in the normally quiet Moto household, and out on the street a passerby shook his head in resignation. "Young people these days," he sighed.
In the shop portion of the building Yugi Moto was having similar feelings. He, however, vented them differently: "Yami! For the sake of Ra, turn that down!" He paused for a moment, box of cards halfway to their proper shelf, but there was no change. "Pharaohs," he spat.
In his own room however the scene was different. The radio was beginning to crackle as it was not meant to play so loudly for such a long time, but the room's sole occupant was not listening to it. Instead he was curled up on Yugi's bed, hugging his shoulders and shaking.
"...talking to myself in public, and dodging glances on the train..."
"No," the ancient spirit murmured to himself. "No, no, no..."
You must make a decision.
They are upon us!
Hurry, my Pharaoh!
This is all your fault...
You were supposed to protect us! You are our king, it was your duty...why did you not save us?
He let out an anguished scream, broken by the dry sobs that wracked his thin frame. He wished the voices to stop, willed them to stop, but still they continued, half-remembered, sorrowful, pained, angry, meek, helpless...
"...but soon enough you’re gonna think of me, and how I used to - "
"Yami? Yami, what's wrong?"
A new voice. This one he couldn't place; he had never heard it before. It was so...warm, so kind, so caring. Not like the others. Not like the others.
"Yami, please tell me what's wrong," Yugi implored, turning the former Pharaoh's head to face him. "Please?"
So young, so innocent...not like the others, Yami thought again. Not like the others...not like them... He is not like them...
"Hikari," he whispered as long-dammed tears spilled over his cheeks.
[Not complete, but I gotta go - lightning, and I can't afford to kill this computer *sweatdrop*]
Random Quote of the Day:
Genius may have its limitations, but stupidity is not thus handicapped.
- Elbert Hubbard
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