Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Devil's In The Details ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: holyllama 
And so it ends...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.18.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 111 | Status: Work In Progress
And so it ends...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.18.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 111 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh!, I don’t own Demon: the Fallen. Those belong to Takahashi-sensei and White Wolf respectively.
Warnings: Rated for language and scattered occult references at this point; all of the other stuff is over and gone.
“So Sleeping Beauty finally wakes.”
Suzuki’s eyes went wide at the sound of that voice, Yuki’s with the cold edge that meant Maharet was still in control. “M-Maharet-sama…”
“I think you’ve scared him, Maharet,” Ryo said from the other side of the bed. “How are you feeling, Suzuki-senpai?”
The simple question, one concerned question from one of the two people he’d hurt the most, was enough to send him into a bawling, hiccupping mess. “H-how…? H-how can you two even…even stand to be in the s-same room with me? After what I did?”
Maharet looked torn for a moment, as though Yuki wanted to break through and comfort him while the demon herself wanted to roll her eyes and smack him upside the head. She seemed to settle on rolling her eyes, silently asking Ryo to get up and shut the door, and waiting for the white-haired teen to get back to his chair. “Suzuki, I’m sure I’m going to hear about this for a week once I let it get back to Yuki, but stop feeling so damned sorry for yourself. You’re in the same room with a demon and a poor unfortunate who apparently has a psychotic spirit hanging around him.”
“Ah, hanging around the Millennium Ring, actually,” Ryo added with a somewhat embarrassed look. “He was actually the one who…um…”
“Oh…”
“ ;Yuki knew it wasn’t really you, Ryo,” Maharet said quietly. “She said as much when we…met.”
“Well, we are a fucked-up bunch, aren’t we?” Ryo chuckled lightly, not seeming to notice Maharet and Suzuki’s looks of shock that sweet, quiet, game-loving Ryo had just used any form of profanity. “Ano, Maharet-sama?”
“Hm?”
“What’ s going to happen now?”
The demoness sighed heavily and pushed a lock of Yuki’s hair from her face, wincing when the motion must have tugged at the wound in her side. “As much as I severely disdain admitting it, I’m not entirely sure. Mortal affairs are settled, at least. The police think we were victims of some sort of cult,” she smiled wryly at that, “and as such have relegated our case to the files of simple self-defense.”
“Please excuse me, Maharet-sama, but I’m having a hard time seeing you putting a staff through his chest as self-defense.”
She glared at Ryo for a moment. “If I hadn’t killed him, he would have kept coming for me. He didn’t take no for an answer then, and I don’t doubt that he would’ve taken no for an answer now.”
Suzuki nodded slightly. “She’s right, Bakura-san. He was very…single minded, with no moral sense other than the drive to acquire what he wanted. I-I‘m sorry I ever…”
“Suzuki?”
“Y-yes, Maharet-sama?”
“Shut up a moment.”
“Y-yes, Maharet-sama.”
“As I said, mortal matters are settled as well as the matter concerning him. Our
remaining dilemma, however…”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand, Maharet-sama?” Ryo said, furrowing his brow with
worry and confusion.
“The matter of Yuki and myself has yet to be resolved. I had entertained the idea of simply removing her…” Apparently, Suzuki noted, the force behind his dark look and Ryo’s rabid bunny glare combined was enough to make even a demoness quail. “I assure you, that won’t happen,” she added hastily. “We had discussed assimilation, but…”
“But?”
“But apparently there’s still quite a bit that I don’t understand about you mortals. It’s a strange feeling, you know. At one time, I fully understood each movement of the stars, the significance of even the smallest dwarf star in the Pattern. But now…”
“Maharet-sama?”
“By all rights, Yuki should be angry with you two. Not just angry, absolutely livid. But she isn’t.”
Suzuki glanced at Ryo, who was glancing at him, before looking back to Maharet with an eloquent noise that, if printed, would probably read something like “Huwaagh?”
“I keep telling her she’s too nice for her own good,” Maharet continued, “but all the same, she tells me that she’s not angry. She’s completely forgiven Ryo.”
“What about Suzuki-senpai?”
“She’s still somewhat upset with you, Suzuki, but it began to pass when you broke his reliquary and allowed me to send him back to the Abyss. She doesn’t fully understand why you summoned him in the first place, but…she’s on her way to forgiving you for what you did.”
Suzuki was sure that his mouth must have been flapping like a landed fish. “B-but I almost- I mean, I nearly…I summoned that double-crossing morally deficient pile of gangrene, for heaven’s sake! My action almost got you and her and Bakura-san killed.”
“But it was your action that saved us in the end,” Ryo said. “You did what was right because you knew it was right, and I swear that the spirit of the Ring can practically smell guilt and remorse. It will take time, but I think…I think we might be able to renew our friendship. Wouldn‘t you agree, Suzuki-senpai? Yuki-chan?”
And now Suzuki knew that he looked like a landed fish. “B-Bakura-san, I…”
“He offered to be friends with you, baka,” Maharet chuckled. “You’re supposed to say ‘Sure thing, Ryo!’.”
“And Yuki-chan?”
“Is going to go back to be staying in control unless the situation is dire. I’d like to see the world through human eyes for a while longer, I think. Who knows? If redemption is truly possible for mortal man, then just maybe…” The demoness smiled wistfully before closing her silver eyes.
Yuki’s hazel eyes opened a moment later. “So?”
“So what, Yuki-chan?”
She rolled her eyes and moved from her chair to the foot of Suzuki’s bed on the side where Ryo’s chair was placed. “So are we going to try being friends again or what? I want my best friends back!”
Suzuki couldn’t help grinning at that, the sweeping optimism in Yuki’s voice and the answering smile on Ryo’s face echoing the thrill of glee at those two little sentences. “I missed you guys."
/I guess Satoru’s wish came true, ne?/
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/.../ Yugi to Yami
Senpai - One’s senior at school or work. The term is often converted into a suffix, like “-chan” or “-san”
To give credit where credit is due, the phrase "rabid bunny glare" came from reading the Endless Loop series by angelchan. Very good writing, that. Go read it!
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Author’s Notes:
And so it ends. *Sniff* My first fanfic ever written, completed, and posted (even if it did take quite a while between a few postings). I’d like to thank my reviewers for their reviews and encouragement. Y’all have been great!
Arigato gozaimasu, minna!
Holyllama
Warnings: Rated for language and scattered occult references at this point; all of the other stuff is over and gone.
Chapter 11
The first thing that Suzuki was aware of when he opened his eyes was the pain. A blinding, piercing, a-herd-of-elephants-trampled-me-after-a-herd-of-buses-ran-over-me pounding that reverberated through his head and almost every muscle in his body. Not to mention that the light was much too bright and who in their right mind had thought that walls should be decorated with such sickeningly sweet pastel smiley-faced flowers? He’d shoot them himself…if he could even move, that is.“So Sleeping Beauty finally wakes.”
Suzuki’s eyes went wide at the sound of that voice, Yuki’s with the cold edge that meant Maharet was still in control. “M-Maharet-sama…”
“I think you’ve scared him, Maharet,” Ryo said from the other side of the bed. “How are you feeling, Suzuki-senpai?”
The simple question, one concerned question from one of the two people he’d hurt the most, was enough to send him into a bawling, hiccupping mess. “H-how…? H-how can you two even…even stand to be in the s-same room with me? After what I did?”
Maharet looked torn for a moment, as though Yuki wanted to break through and comfort him while the demon herself wanted to roll her eyes and smack him upside the head. She seemed to settle on rolling her eyes, silently asking Ryo to get up and shut the door, and waiting for the white-haired teen to get back to his chair. “Suzuki, I’m sure I’m going to hear about this for a week once I let it get back to Yuki, but stop feeling so damned sorry for yourself. You’re in the same room with a demon and a poor unfortunate who apparently has a psychotic spirit hanging around him.”
“Ah, hanging around the Millennium Ring, actually,” Ryo added with a somewhat embarrassed look. “He was actually the one who…um…”
“Oh…”
“ ;Yuki knew it wasn’t really you, Ryo,” Maharet said quietly. “She said as much when we…met.”
“Well, we are a fucked-up bunch, aren’t we?” Ryo chuckled lightly, not seeming to notice Maharet and Suzuki’s looks of shock that sweet, quiet, game-loving Ryo had just used any form of profanity. “Ano, Maharet-sama?”
“Hm?”
“What’ s going to happen now?”
The demoness sighed heavily and pushed a lock of Yuki’s hair from her face, wincing when the motion must have tugged at the wound in her side. “As much as I severely disdain admitting it, I’m not entirely sure. Mortal affairs are settled, at least. The police think we were victims of some sort of cult,” she smiled wryly at that, “and as such have relegated our case to the files of simple self-defense.”
“Please excuse me, Maharet-sama, but I’m having a hard time seeing you putting a staff through his chest as self-defense.”
She glared at Ryo for a moment. “If I hadn’t killed him, he would have kept coming for me. He didn’t take no for an answer then, and I don’t doubt that he would’ve taken no for an answer now.”
Suzuki nodded slightly. “She’s right, Bakura-san. He was very…single minded, with no moral sense other than the drive to acquire what he wanted. I-I‘m sorry I ever…”
“Suzuki?”
“Y-yes, Maharet-sama?”
“Shut up a moment.”
“Y-yes, Maharet-sama.”
“As I said, mortal matters are settled as well as the matter concerning him. Our
remaining dilemma, however…”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand, Maharet-sama?” Ryo said, furrowing his brow with
worry and confusion.
“The matter of Yuki and myself has yet to be resolved. I had entertained the idea of simply removing her…” Apparently, Suzuki noted, the force behind his dark look and Ryo’s rabid bunny glare combined was enough to make even a demoness quail. “I assure you, that won’t happen,” she added hastily. “We had discussed assimilation, but…”
“But?”
“But apparently there’s still quite a bit that I don’t understand about you mortals. It’s a strange feeling, you know. At one time, I fully understood each movement of the stars, the significance of even the smallest dwarf star in the Pattern. But now…”
“Maharet-sama?”
“By all rights, Yuki should be angry with you two. Not just angry, absolutely livid. But she isn’t.”
Suzuki glanced at Ryo, who was glancing at him, before looking back to Maharet with an eloquent noise that, if printed, would probably read something like “Huwaagh?”
“I keep telling her she’s too nice for her own good,” Maharet continued, “but all the same, she tells me that she’s not angry. She’s completely forgiven Ryo.”
“What about Suzuki-senpai?”
“She’s still somewhat upset with you, Suzuki, but it began to pass when you broke his reliquary and allowed me to send him back to the Abyss. She doesn’t fully understand why you summoned him in the first place, but…she’s on her way to forgiving you for what you did.”
Suzuki was sure that his mouth must have been flapping like a landed fish. “B-but I almost- I mean, I nearly…I summoned that double-crossing morally deficient pile of gangrene, for heaven’s sake! My action almost got you and her and Bakura-san killed.”
“But it was your action that saved us in the end,” Ryo said. “You did what was right because you knew it was right, and I swear that the spirit of the Ring can practically smell guilt and remorse. It will take time, but I think…I think we might be able to renew our friendship. Wouldn‘t you agree, Suzuki-senpai? Yuki-chan?”
And now Suzuki knew that he looked like a landed fish. “B-Bakura-san, I…”
“He offered to be friends with you, baka,” Maharet chuckled. “You’re supposed to say ‘Sure thing, Ryo!’.”
“And Yuki-chan?”
“Is going to go back to be staying in control unless the situation is dire. I’d like to see the world through human eyes for a while longer, I think. Who knows? If redemption is truly possible for mortal man, then just maybe…” The demoness smiled wistfully before closing her silver eyes.
Yuki’s hazel eyes opened a moment later. “So?”
“So what, Yuki-chan?”
She rolled her eyes and moved from her chair to the foot of Suzuki’s bed on the side where Ryo’s chair was placed. “So are we going to try being friends again or what? I want my best friends back!”
Suzuki couldn’t help grinning at that, the sweeping optimism in Yuki’s voice and the answering smile on Ryo’s face echoing the thrill of glee at those two little sentences. “I missed you guys."
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Yugi stepped back from his spot in front of the open crack between the hospital room’s door and frame, a small smile on his face./I guess Satoru’s wish came true, ne?/
***** ***** ***** ***** ********** ***** ***** ***** ********** ***** *****
/.../ Yugi to Yami
Senpai - One’s senior at school or work. The term is often converted into a suffix, like “-chan” or “-san”
To give credit where credit is due, the phrase "rabid bunny glare" came from reading the Endless Loop series by angelchan. Very good writing, that. Go read it!
***** ***** ***** ***** ********** ***** ***** ***** ********** ***** *****
Author’s Notes:
And so it ends. *Sniff* My first fanfic ever written, completed, and posted (even if it did take quite a while between a few postings). I’d like to thank my reviewers for their reviews and encouragement. Y’all have been great!
Arigato gozaimasu, minna!
Holyllama