Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Breakfast! ❯ Chapter 1
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Edmondia Dantes 
Yami no Malik has a present for his omote.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.02.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 631 | Status: Completed
Yami no Malik has a present for his omote.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.02.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 631 | Status: Completed
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Breakfast!
by Edmondia Dantes
Disclaimer: *snort* Like they'd let me own these guys...
AN: Warning - Yami no Malik pov. Has been known to traumatize people.
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Is pretty, my breakfast is.
Pretty pretty like sunshine on sunshine on hikari's soft shimmery hair.
Pretty like tumbly-down buildings wrapped in flame and writhing in heat and crumbling and whispering and shrieking in glee.
Shimmer.
Shatter.
Break.
Beautiful.
Tumble into ashes and ashes onto gold and gold vanished into shadow and cold like eternity and night.
Ambery gold like the soft curves of his skin, shaded with sleek dark ebony like the thick curve of his lashes when he's curled up quiet and soft and dreamy in my bed. Curvy curly drowsy dreamy dreaming hikari.
My bed, my hikari, all mine and mine and mine.
Hikari soft and cuddled deep in sheets and pillows and blankets. Pretty like morning sun falling into his face.
Hikari, hikari, hikari hikari mine! All mine!
Hikari, hikari! Wake up, wake up, wake up for me! Don't you want to see what I've made for you? Don't you want to see? Hurryhurry! Come and look, come and see, come and know and now I know you'll love me!
He yawns and shifts and twists and sits up all slow and dazed and half-tangled up in a dream. Soft hands rubrubrub at pretty shadowed lavender and he blinks all heavy and thick with sleep, so I scoop him up in my arms and carry him out to his breakfast.
The door is in my way, the door is in my way, I don't like the door, I don't like the door, and I'm not putting him down, I'm not! You can't make me, they can't make me, I'll do it never ever ever ever let him go!
Soft boom like sonic thunder and now there's no more door! I hated the door, and then the door wasn't there anymore! See? I can do anything, see? All for my hikari! Bend and break and shatter and kill and scream and destroy and you'll be so happy when I'm done, so happy!
Hikari, look look look look!
Can't you see?
I made you breakfast!
He gasps, soft and wet and warm and hungry, and his soft hands fly up and cover his slippery-sweet mouth.
See? See? Don't you see what I did for you? See? Breakfast, breakfast just for you! Always for you!
He gives a little choked mewl and digs his fingers into sleek flesh, and slow crimson streaks down dusky skin like shards of colored glass and mourning shrouds ripped apart in ceaseless tearing shredding shrieking winds like forever and nothing and everything that dies screaming and drowning in thick puddles and blood.
Pretty-pretty-pretty.
So pretty, my hikari, so pretty.
Broken pretty.
"Is a present!" I say, and he tosses his head back and giggles like a waterfall, too high-pitched and crackling to be fragile and human, but he is no matter how hard he tries to deny it, no matter how much he lies and cries and hides and runs away.
Silly hikari.
"Of course it is! Of course it is!" he chants, and scrubs at his eyes again, pretty crimson mixing with new fresh dew. Saltywet and soft soft soft.
He likes it?
I touch his fingertips and his lips and his shimmery-silk hair, and he stares at me with his eyes so wide and needy, all pretty and pale hidden under burnished gold.
Golden hikari.
Pharaoh isn't a god, pharaoh isn't the morning, *my* hikari is morning and evening star, not silly pharaoh.
"Hikari likes his present?"
He hiccups like a child and nods, nods nods nods and I don't think he's going to stop, he's not stopping, he's not, so I catch his dainty chin and make him stop. Stop stop stop! I didn't say you could do that, I didn't! Stop it, damn you! STOP!
I shake him and shake him and he whimpers soft and wet and shimmery-broken, and he's stopped now, hasn't he? Hasn't he stopped?
You stopped for me? I love you... is that why you stopped? Is it? Tell me!
But he can't tell me. He cries a little more, cries and cries and cries, and I tuck him close against my chest and bite his ears and his softsoft lips and he quiets, he calms, he goes boneless and warm and vulnerable and shaking in my arms.
"...hikari likes his present?"
He shudders and buries his head in my shoulder and smells of summer storms and melted ice cream.
Mmm. Hikari-mine.
"...I love it," he whimpers, and cries and cries and cries.
Sweet hikari.
Sweet like the screams that I melted into syrup, tumbling down over thick fluffy pancakes, turning soft gold into sopping wet redredred, sweet like the soft cries when I ripped apart their minds to melt his butter, sweet like the soft swirls of ebony draped around the plate as silky decoration.
Pretty present for pretty hikari!
Aww...sweet. Sweet sobbing mine who loves his present.
Love love love hikari.
Hikari cries and cries and cries and cries and cries.
But everyone else at breakfast is still still still still quiet. Quiet quiet quiet like shadows and silence and empty rooms at night. Ssh! Stay quiet! Don't speak don't breathe don't interrupt! You won't, will you? No? Stay! Stay like this!
All blank and empty and staring.
Why are they staring? Stop looking at him, he belongs to me! I didn't say you could look, you can't look! You can't! Only I can look, only I can touch, only me, only me! I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I will!
...oh! Wait! I can't do that.
Can't do that anymore, I can't do that, I can't! I want to but I can't!
Because you're already dead! Ha! Silly silly silly of you, you're already dead! Frozen and stiff and staring and staring and staring and I thought I told you you couldn't do that! I did! I did! Why the fuck aren't you listening to me?!
Oh! You can't hear me!
Ha! Ha! You can't hear me, you can't hear me, and I can't hear you! No more screaming and crying and pleading and I ripped them all out of you, all those pretty pretty noises, and I took them and shaped them and gave them as a present!
Present for my hikari.
You're such a pretty present.
He's so happy! See? Wasn't it worth it? All those hours when you kept drip drip dripping on the floor and into silver cups and you cried and cried and wailed and screeched and you sounded so pretty like thunder and rain and ripped-apart blackness and crush crush crushed velvet and pale splintered bone?
Aren't you happy that he's happy?
You said you wanted him to be happy, so I made him happy, so you should be happy too!
Aren't you?
Hiccup.
Crystal glimmering. Soft spiky ebony all edged in black and silky shadows. Wet slippery like salt-stained kisses and broken summer light.
My summer light, all shifting and trembling and sniffling all sad like rainshowers and forgotten candles.
...hikari? Aren't you tired of crying?
Why not? Can't you see? Can't you tell? Don't you care? I thought you knew I loved you! I thought you understood!
Don't you see? I'll do everything for you! Everything, everything, I promise!
Sniffle?
...poor poor precious hikari. Come, come, stop shying away from me, stop clawing at my hands, why are you trying to run away? Why? Why?!
Come and sit and take and eat! I did it for you, for you!
Stop fighting me! Don't make me hurt you, I can, I will, I will I will I will!
Okay?
Okay.
Come and sit, silly sad happy hikari-mine. Here. Sit on my lap?
You will?
Mmm. Yes. Hikari in my lap and in my arms. Mmm. Love hikari, love hikari, yes yes yes, I do. Shush-shush-shush - no more crying, ne?
Here.
Come, come, taste and take! Silly child, can't you see?
Your breakfast is getting cold!
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-Fin.-
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Breakfast!
by Edmondia Dantes
Disclaimer: *snort* Like they'd let me own these guys...
AN: Warning - Yami no Malik pov. Has been known to traumatize people.
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Is pretty, my breakfast is.
Pretty pretty like sunshine on sunshine on hikari's soft shimmery hair.
Pretty like tumbly-down buildings wrapped in flame and writhing in heat and crumbling and whispering and shrieking in glee.
Shimmer.
Shatter.
Break.
Beautiful.
Tumble into ashes and ashes onto gold and gold vanished into shadow and cold like eternity and night.
Ambery gold like the soft curves of his skin, shaded with sleek dark ebony like the thick curve of his lashes when he's curled up quiet and soft and dreamy in my bed. Curvy curly drowsy dreamy dreaming hikari.
My bed, my hikari, all mine and mine and mine.
Hikari soft and cuddled deep in sheets and pillows and blankets. Pretty like morning sun falling into his face.
Hikari, hikari, hikari hikari mine! All mine!
Hikari, hikari! Wake up, wake up, wake up for me! Don't you want to see what I've made for you? Don't you want to see? Hurryhurry! Come and look, come and see, come and know and now I know you'll love me!
He yawns and shifts and twists and sits up all slow and dazed and half-tangled up in a dream. Soft hands rubrubrub at pretty shadowed lavender and he blinks all heavy and thick with sleep, so I scoop him up in my arms and carry him out to his breakfast.
The door is in my way, the door is in my way, I don't like the door, I don't like the door, and I'm not putting him down, I'm not! You can't make me, they can't make me, I'll do it never ever ever ever let him go!
Soft boom like sonic thunder and now there's no more door! I hated the door, and then the door wasn't there anymore! See? I can do anything, see? All for my hikari! Bend and break and shatter and kill and scream and destroy and you'll be so happy when I'm done, so happy!
Hikari, look look look look!
Can't you see?
I made you breakfast!
He gasps, soft and wet and warm and hungry, and his soft hands fly up and cover his slippery-sweet mouth.
See? See? Don't you see what I did for you? See? Breakfast, breakfast just for you! Always for you!
He gives a little choked mewl and digs his fingers into sleek flesh, and slow crimson streaks down dusky skin like shards of colored glass and mourning shrouds ripped apart in ceaseless tearing shredding shrieking winds like forever and nothing and everything that dies screaming and drowning in thick puddles and blood.
Pretty-pretty-pretty.
So pretty, my hikari, so pretty.
Broken pretty.
"Is a present!" I say, and he tosses his head back and giggles like a waterfall, too high-pitched and crackling to be fragile and human, but he is no matter how hard he tries to deny it, no matter how much he lies and cries and hides and runs away.
Silly hikari.
"Of course it is! Of course it is!" he chants, and scrubs at his eyes again, pretty crimson mixing with new fresh dew. Saltywet and soft soft soft.
He likes it?
I touch his fingertips and his lips and his shimmery-silk hair, and he stares at me with his eyes so wide and needy, all pretty and pale hidden under burnished gold.
Golden hikari.
Pharaoh isn't a god, pharaoh isn't the morning, *my* hikari is morning and evening star, not silly pharaoh.
"Hikari likes his present?"
He hiccups like a child and nods, nods nods nods and I don't think he's going to stop, he's not stopping, he's not, so I catch his dainty chin and make him stop. Stop stop stop! I didn't say you could do that, I didn't! Stop it, damn you! STOP!
I shake him and shake him and he whimpers soft and wet and shimmery-broken, and he's stopped now, hasn't he? Hasn't he stopped?
You stopped for me? I love you... is that why you stopped? Is it? Tell me!
But he can't tell me. He cries a little more, cries and cries and cries, and I tuck him close against my chest and bite his ears and his softsoft lips and he quiets, he calms, he goes boneless and warm and vulnerable and shaking in my arms.
"...hikari likes his present?"
He shudders and buries his head in my shoulder and smells of summer storms and melted ice cream.
Mmm. Hikari-mine.
"...I love it," he whimpers, and cries and cries and cries.
Sweet hikari.
Sweet like the screams that I melted into syrup, tumbling down over thick fluffy pancakes, turning soft gold into sopping wet redredred, sweet like the soft cries when I ripped apart their minds to melt his butter, sweet like the soft swirls of ebony draped around the plate as silky decoration.
Pretty present for pretty hikari!
Aww...sweet. Sweet sobbing mine who loves his present.
Love love love hikari.
Hikari cries and cries and cries and cries and cries.
But everyone else at breakfast is still still still still quiet. Quiet quiet quiet like shadows and silence and empty rooms at night. Ssh! Stay quiet! Don't speak don't breathe don't interrupt! You won't, will you? No? Stay! Stay like this!
All blank and empty and staring.
Why are they staring? Stop looking at him, he belongs to me! I didn't say you could look, you can't look! You can't! Only I can look, only I can touch, only me, only me! I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I will!
...oh! Wait! I can't do that.
Can't do that anymore, I can't do that, I can't! I want to but I can't!
Because you're already dead! Ha! Silly silly silly of you, you're already dead! Frozen and stiff and staring and staring and staring and I thought I told you you couldn't do that! I did! I did! Why the fuck aren't you listening to me?!
Oh! You can't hear me!
Ha! Ha! You can't hear me, you can't hear me, and I can't hear you! No more screaming and crying and pleading and I ripped them all out of you, all those pretty pretty noises, and I took them and shaped them and gave them as a present!
Present for my hikari.
You're such a pretty present.
He's so happy! See? Wasn't it worth it? All those hours when you kept drip drip dripping on the floor and into silver cups and you cried and cried and wailed and screeched and you sounded so pretty like thunder and rain and ripped-apart blackness and crush crush crushed velvet and pale splintered bone?
Aren't you happy that he's happy?
You said you wanted him to be happy, so I made him happy, so you should be happy too!
Aren't you?
Hiccup.
Crystal glimmering. Soft spiky ebony all edged in black and silky shadows. Wet slippery like salt-stained kisses and broken summer light.
My summer light, all shifting and trembling and sniffling all sad like rainshowers and forgotten candles.
...hikari? Aren't you tired of crying?
Why not? Can't you see? Can't you tell? Don't you care? I thought you knew I loved you! I thought you understood!
Don't you see? I'll do everything for you! Everything, everything, I promise!
Sniffle?
...poor poor precious hikari. Come, come, stop shying away from me, stop clawing at my hands, why are you trying to run away? Why? Why?!
Come and sit and take and eat! I did it for you, for you!
Stop fighting me! Don't make me hurt you, I can, I will, I will I will I will!
Okay?
Okay.
Come and sit, silly sad happy hikari-mine. Here. Sit on my lap?
You will?
Mmm. Yes. Hikari in my lap and in my arms. Mmm. Love hikari, love hikari, yes yes yes, I do. Shush-shush-shush - no more crying, ne?
Here.
Come, come, taste and take! Silly child, can't you see?
Your breakfast is getting cold!
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-Fin.-
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