Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Indescribable Sin ❯ Voices ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Pharaohs Angel 
Yuugi suddenly begins to lose his insanity, and Yami begins to pick up the pieces of his problems.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 296 | Status: Completed
Yuugi suddenly begins to lose his insanity, and Yami begins to pick up the pieces of his problems.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 296 | Status: Completed
Downturn
Chapter Nine
He sat in the bathroom, legs dangling from atop of the beige colored counter. Light beamed through the bulbs of the high mounted fixtures. Yuugi’s pale complexion glowed in the light, setting off the accusations of a fallen angel. The adolescent wasn’t an angel; he was far from it.
A few mere hours had passed since the breakdown of father versus son, only the father never fought back.
Amethyst eyes furrowed, brows crinkled in deep thought. The previous thoughts of Yami’s lack of attention sparked Yuugi’s youthful curiosity. Why hadn’t Yami defended his exposition? Why had he become bewildered when facing his only son?
The adolescent chewed on his lip, contemplating his own scattered emotions. He had lost all truth of reality, all when his father had decided to show up.
Yuugi’s thoughts trailed away from his reaction, falling upon that of the bulk weighed down pendant around his neck. His fingers gripped absently at the rope around his pale neck, joining that of the relic.
The item held such agonizing pain surrounding its mysterious aura. Yuugi could barely touch it without experiencing a slight shock of warning. The puzzle didn’t trust that of Yuugi’s sense.
Yuugi grazed the side of the puzzle, wincing as its mechanism of defense activated. Slight pulsating jolts of electricity shot up through his fingertips, sending jars of pain coursing through his arm.
Grudgingly, the teen shook his head, drawing his mind away from the pain, only to cause a spark if inspiration to flow into his mind.
Yuugi’s eyes flickered as the idea set forth into his thoughts, one that would cause an uproar with his grandfather.
‘Heh, this puzzle, may just hold the key to my broken emotions.’ He smirked to himself as he placed both of his hands firmly on either side of the puzzle. The unusual reaction concurred. Bolts of electricity shot through both hands, soon coursing through both of his arms.
Tears welled through Yuugi’s eyes as the pain seared through his body. The urge to scream ran in need of the boy’s mind. He needed to express the feeling of being ripped apart.
Yuugi’s forehead felt as though it was on fire. A bright light flickered across his forehead, spanning into that of an eye. Pain ebbed away at his perspective. The burning sensation of the eye sent him over the edge.
With a strangled cry, Yuugi yelped, hands falling unceremoniously from the base of the puzzle. Darkness clouded amethyst jewels, hazing the young boy’s vision. Burning fiery of crimson depths melded with that of the once innocent violet.
A shrouded form of the boy’s reflection stood, eyes passively taking in the result of Yuugi’s so called relief from reality.
The boy’s eyes drifted shut, letting his body fall into complete comatose.
He didn’t hear the pleas from his grandfather, much less the comforting endearments of the crimson eyed observer.
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Comfort washed over the boy’s entire body, relief of bottled fatigue and stress had been released. Yuugi moaned, cracking his eyes open. The teen’s bright amethyst eyes glittered in the pale moon lit room, giving off the boy’s hidden child at hear.
His eyes tiredly wandered, taking in the darkened state of his room, pausing on his desk.
A sigh of relief escaped the teen’s lips as his deck of Duel Monsters cards sat, stacked neatly in their usual formal manner.
Yuugi smiled slightly as he gazed at the cards, they were his pride and joy, along with his partner in crime, Citrus the turtle.
Carefully, Yuugi pulled himself into a sitting position, biting his bottom lip as pain coursed through his arms.
“Damn, I feel as though I have been hit by an eighteen wheeler,” he whispered, hardly aware of the apprehensive gaze that observed his every move.
“I would watch your language young one. A child such as yourself shouldn’t speak in that tone.”
Yuugi’s body froze. The voice, so much like his own, only housing more confidence rang through his ears. Fear coursed through his body, sending raging amounts of adrenaline into his veins.
The teen began to panic, almost to the point of fainting.
The weird aura of a person caused Yuugi’s senses to fall into that of the hidden sixth, alerting him of a hidden figure ,or was it even a figure.
The baritone voice spoke once more, almost fearful as Yuugi continued his ministrations.
“What fears you so, my light?”
The adolescent boy blinked, hands gripping at the puzzle subconsciously, only to feel the usual sting.
“What the hell is going on? Why are you talking to me?”
Crimson eyes blinked in surprise, surfacing with a fogged expressionless gaze, one that locked onto that of the puzzle.
The teen’s small hands left that of the golden relic, now trailing across the leather binding of the puzzle. His fingers gripped tightly at it, pulling with unknown force.
As usual, the item wouldn’t budge. It was as if it was super glued in place.
“Come off! Get off now!” Yuugi’s voice fell hoarse, strained from the current scream fest of moments earlier.
An invisible force clamped down on the small teen’s hands, removing them from the puzzle. A strangled cry erupted from Yuugi’s mouth as he collapsed onto this plush bed, panting heavily.
“I have tried to warn you, my light. Do not tamper with the darkness and its puzzle. You will only injure yourself in the end.”
With that said, the voice disappeared, leaving nothing in its trace. The boy blinked, helplessly, as tears fell down from his face.
For the first time in years, Yuugi had become scared. His sanity had slowly began to dissolve.
Yuugi just laid there, whimpering as the voice of his captor continued to echo through his ears.
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Downstairs, the cries didn’t go unnoticed. Sugoroku sat on the plush blue couch, hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee.
On the side opposite of his right, sat Yami. The aging man’s lean frame shook feverishly, increasing by the second as Yuugi’s pleas of pain echoed through his ears.
Yami’s crimson eyes had dulled further, leaving nothing but a darkened burgundy in the irises that once held such exotic nature.
Sugoroku studied the restless form of his son, brows quirking in curiosity. He had decided now that it was time for explanations.
At the acknowledgement of his name, Yami sighed heavily.
“Dad, I told you that all I remember is stepping out to the grocery store. Other than that I am completely lost.”
His father, nodded in understanding as he sat down his mug, eyes locking onto those of his only son. A serious expression crossed Sugoroku’s face as he spoke.
“Yami, I know that you are confused at the moment, but I need to know what has happened. It’s odd that you return ten years after your disappearance.”
Yami groaned, brushing his fingers through his blonde bangs. “I know Dad. But what makes me feel even worse is why did Yuugi scream at me? I mean what the hell did he mean I was the murder of his mother?”
The gray haired man tapped his fingers against his mug of coffee, eyes locking onto his son’s yet again.
“Yuugi is now sixteen years old, and is a trouble maker at that. He has endured more grief that even I have experienced in my time on this earth.”
“What happened to his mother? Where is Yumi?”
“She committed suicide when Yuugi was younger. She couldn’t take the pressure of raising Yuugi alone, hell she couldn’t handle the loss of you. She took the only way out in her defeat. I have raised Yuugi ever since.”
The pieces had all fallen into place for the newly returned father. All of the gaps had been filled with explanations of his young son’s rebellious nature. He needed to console the boy.
With a nod, he stood on his leather clad legs, catching the attention of his father.
“What are you doing , my boy?”
A frown marred Yami’s face as he spoke.
“I am going to fix this downturn of my son’s shattered emotions. I will gain his trust back even it if comes at the cost of having a blurry memory for a lifetime.”
Chapter Nine
He sat in the bathroom, legs dangling from atop of the beige colored counter. Light beamed through the bulbs of the high mounted fixtures. Yuugi’s pale complexion glowed in the light, setting off the accusations of a fallen angel. The adolescent wasn’t an angel; he was far from it.
A few mere hours had passed since the breakdown of father versus son, only the father never fought back.
Amethyst eyes furrowed, brows crinkled in deep thought. The previous thoughts of Yami’s lack of attention sparked Yuugi’s youthful curiosity. Why hadn’t Yami defended his exposition? Why had he become bewildered when facing his only son?
The adolescent chewed on his lip, contemplating his own scattered emotions. He had lost all truth of reality, all when his father had decided to show up.
Yuugi’s thoughts trailed away from his reaction, falling upon that of the bulk weighed down pendant around his neck. His fingers gripped absently at the rope around his pale neck, joining that of the relic.
The item held such agonizing pain surrounding its mysterious aura. Yuugi could barely touch it without experiencing a slight shock of warning. The puzzle didn’t trust that of Yuugi’s sense.
Yuugi grazed the side of the puzzle, wincing as its mechanism of defense activated. Slight pulsating jolts of electricity shot up through his fingertips, sending jars of pain coursing through his arm.
Grudgingly, the teen shook his head, drawing his mind away from the pain, only to cause a spark if inspiration to flow into his mind.
Yuugi’s eyes flickered as the idea set forth into his thoughts, one that would cause an uproar with his grandfather.
‘Heh, this puzzle, may just hold the key to my broken emotions.’ He smirked to himself as he placed both of his hands firmly on either side of the puzzle. The unusual reaction concurred. Bolts of electricity shot through both hands, soon coursing through both of his arms.
Tears welled through Yuugi’s eyes as the pain seared through his body. The urge to scream ran in need of the boy’s mind. He needed to express the feeling of being ripped apart.
Yuugi’s forehead felt as though it was on fire. A bright light flickered across his forehead, spanning into that of an eye. Pain ebbed away at his perspective. The burning sensation of the eye sent him over the edge.
With a strangled cry, Yuugi yelped, hands falling unceremoniously from the base of the puzzle. Darkness clouded amethyst jewels, hazing the young boy’s vision. Burning fiery of crimson depths melded with that of the once innocent violet.
A shrouded form of the boy’s reflection stood, eyes passively taking in the result of Yuugi’s so called relief from reality.
The boy’s eyes drifted shut, letting his body fall into complete comatose.
He didn’t hear the pleas from his grandfather, much less the comforting endearments of the crimson eyed observer.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Comfort washed over the boy’s entire body, relief of bottled fatigue and stress had been released. Yuugi moaned, cracking his eyes open. The teen’s bright amethyst eyes glittered in the pale moon lit room, giving off the boy’s hidden child at hear.
His eyes tiredly wandered, taking in the darkened state of his room, pausing on his desk.
A sigh of relief escaped the teen’s lips as his deck of Duel Monsters cards sat, stacked neatly in their usual formal manner.
Yuugi smiled slightly as he gazed at the cards, they were his pride and joy, along with his partner in crime, Citrus the turtle.
Carefully, Yuugi pulled himself into a sitting position, biting his bottom lip as pain coursed through his arms.
“Damn, I feel as though I have been hit by an eighteen wheeler,” he whispered, hardly aware of the apprehensive gaze that observed his every move.
“I would watch your language young one. A child such as yourself shouldn’t speak in that tone.”
Yuugi’s body froze. The voice, so much like his own, only housing more confidence rang through his ears. Fear coursed through his body, sending raging amounts of adrenaline into his veins.
The teen began to panic, almost to the point of fainting.
The weird aura of a person caused Yuugi’s senses to fall into that of the hidden sixth, alerting him of a hidden figure ,or was it even a figure.
The baritone voice spoke once more, almost fearful as Yuugi continued his ministrations.
“What fears you so, my light?”
The adolescent boy blinked, hands gripping at the puzzle subconsciously, only to feel the usual sting.
“What the hell is going on? Why are you talking to me?”
Crimson eyes blinked in surprise, surfacing with a fogged expressionless gaze, one that locked onto that of the puzzle.
The teen’s small hands left that of the golden relic, now trailing across the leather binding of the puzzle. His fingers gripped tightly at it, pulling with unknown force.
As usual, the item wouldn’t budge. It was as if it was super glued in place.
“Come off! Get off now!” Yuugi’s voice fell hoarse, strained from the current scream fest of moments earlier.
An invisible force clamped down on the small teen’s hands, removing them from the puzzle. A strangled cry erupted from Yuugi’s mouth as he collapsed onto this plush bed, panting heavily.
“I have tried to warn you, my light. Do not tamper with the darkness and its puzzle. You will only injure yourself in the end.”
With that said, the voice disappeared, leaving nothing in its trace. The boy blinked, helplessly, as tears fell down from his face.
For the first time in years, Yuugi had become scared. His sanity had slowly began to dissolve.
Yuugi just laid there, whimpering as the voice of his captor continued to echo through his ears.
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Downstairs, the cries didn’t go unnoticed. Sugoroku sat on the plush blue couch, hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee.
On the side opposite of his right, sat Yami. The aging man’s lean frame shook feverishly, increasing by the second as Yuugi’s pleas of pain echoed through his ears.
Yami’s crimson eyes had dulled further, leaving nothing but a darkened burgundy in the irises that once held such exotic nature.
Sugoroku studied the restless form of his son, brows quirking in curiosity. He had decided now that it was time for explanations.
At the acknowledgement of his name, Yami sighed heavily.
“Dad, I told you that all I remember is stepping out to the grocery store. Other than that I am completely lost.”
His father, nodded in understanding as he sat down his mug, eyes locking onto those of his only son. A serious expression crossed Sugoroku’s face as he spoke.
“Yami, I know that you are confused at the moment, but I need to know what has happened. It’s odd that you return ten years after your disappearance.”
Yami groaned, brushing his fingers through his blonde bangs. “I know Dad. But what makes me feel even worse is why did Yuugi scream at me? I mean what the hell did he mean I was the murder of his mother?”
The gray haired man tapped his fingers against his mug of coffee, eyes locking onto his son’s yet again.
“Yuugi is now sixteen years old, and is a trouble maker at that. He has endured more grief that even I have experienced in my time on this earth.”
“What happened to his mother? Where is Yumi?”
“She committed suicide when Yuugi was younger. She couldn’t take the pressure of raising Yuugi alone, hell she couldn’t handle the loss of you. She took the only way out in her defeat. I have raised Yuugi ever since.”
The pieces had all fallen into place for the newly returned father. All of the gaps had been filled with explanations of his young son’s rebellious nature. He needed to console the boy.
With a nod, he stood on his leather clad legs, catching the attention of his father.
“What are you doing , my boy?”
A frown marred Yami’s face as he spoke.
“I am going to fix this downturn of my son’s shattered emotions. I will gain his trust back even it if comes at the cost of having a blurry memory for a lifetime.”