Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing Blaze ❯ Burning Blaze ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Vapidbreath 
The burning, the pain. He no longer felt it. He could only see the uncaring eyes of his yami looking down upon him. Ryou centered one shot.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.22.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 400 | Visits: 618 | Status: Completed
The burning, the pain. He no longer felt it. He could only see the uncaring eyes of his yami looking down upon him. Ryou centered one shot.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.22.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 400 | Visits: 618 | Status: Completed
He watched, mesmerized, by the flames as they swayed to music unheard by his ears. The bright orange and vivid red danced before his eyes. Sparks flew around him as if celebrating the beauty they were a part of.
The flames licked his skin, tasting his burning flesh. His body twisted in agony. The inferno teased his burning nerves as pain flowed through his veins. Tears clouded his vision. The blaze now appeared to be a waltzing blemish of splendor.
The flames pulled at him, begging him to join them. They called out to him, singing their song of fury. The upper half of his body arched. Desperately, he tried to escape their plea. His legs were immobile. Causing him to crash back down from his own weight.
Lying still he allowed the burning to spread across his body. He could still feel the pain. His skin tore apart from the heat. His clothes melted against his skin. Silver locks were burnt and ragged at the tips. Pale skin now looked flushed and sweaty because of the heat. Long lashes slid closed covering dull almost lifeless eyes. With his last attempt of hope he clutched the chain around his neck only to swing his hands away as a searing hot sensation laced his fingertips. "Bakura, I'm sorry. Please stop this." He winced at the weak sound emitting from between his lips. His voice sounded so pathetic that he knew it would match his fragile build. The burning didn't stop. Nor did the flickering fire.
Suddenly, he felt a presence above him. With the little energy he had, he slowly opened his eyelids. His yami smirked evilly at him, eyes revealing no compassion, no regret. A pale hand encircled his neck, squeezing hard. His body shook with overwhelming need for oxygen. Prior to the darkness enclosing around him, he could he could see his yami frowning down at him. He looked upset, disappointed that his hikari wouldn't stay alive as long as he'd thought. While Ryou grasped his last rope of life, his yami released him. He felt the impact of a solid blow colliding against his side before his yami disappeared in to the haze of black smoke and red and orange flames.
He cried out in anguish, but still he watched, still he adored, the dancing fire.
The flames licked his skin, tasting his burning flesh. His body twisted in agony. The inferno teased his burning nerves as pain flowed through his veins. Tears clouded his vision. The blaze now appeared to be a waltzing blemish of splendor.
The flames pulled at him, begging him to join them. They called out to him, singing their song of fury. The upper half of his body arched. Desperately, he tried to escape their plea. His legs were immobile. Causing him to crash back down from his own weight.
Lying still he allowed the burning to spread across his body. He could still feel the pain. His skin tore apart from the heat. His clothes melted against his skin. Silver locks were burnt and ragged at the tips. Pale skin now looked flushed and sweaty because of the heat. Long lashes slid closed covering dull almost lifeless eyes. With his last attempt of hope he clutched the chain around his neck only to swing his hands away as a searing hot sensation laced his fingertips. "Bakura, I'm sorry. Please stop this." He winced at the weak sound emitting from between his lips. His voice sounded so pathetic that he knew it would match his fragile build. The burning didn't stop. Nor did the flickering fire.
Suddenly, he felt a presence above him. With the little energy he had, he slowly opened his eyelids. His yami smirked evilly at him, eyes revealing no compassion, no regret. A pale hand encircled his neck, squeezing hard. His body shook with overwhelming need for oxygen. Prior to the darkness enclosing around him, he could he could see his yami frowning down at him. He looked upset, disappointed that his hikari wouldn't stay alive as long as he'd thought. While Ryou grasped his last rope of life, his yami released him. He felt the impact of a solid blow colliding against his side before his yami disappeared in to the haze of black smoke and red and orange flames.
He cried out in anguish, but still he watched, still he adored, the dancing fire.