Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Captive ( Chapter 22 )

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AN: So I was wrong again. ...this is the prologue. O.o Sugoroku...

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He wants you, you know.

I've seen him. He doesn't even hide it now, doesn't even bother to care about what any one of us may do or think of it. Why should he? What do we matter?

You're the only thing he watches. You've always been the only thing he watches.

The others?

So far beneath him they might be mere insects a thousand miles below his feet. Mere peasants have no place interfering in the lives of royalty.

But you?

The jewel of the moon in the sky, the brilliance of the stars spangled across the night that birthed him, the clouds and the earth to the sun that gave him his power.

Don't think I don't know what he's done for you. I heard you whispering once, clutched in his arms in the shadows, murmuring a prayer for a shattered soul. But if a god had touched earth and found it wanting, to whom would you pray?

He held you for your own comfort, but why, why did you hold him?

He was unrepentant then.

He is unrepentant still.

And his eyes...

You call him your own - yet you aren't yet aware of just how jealous you are. It is a terrible thing to see your bright eyes gleam with possession - as pure a soul as you are, you can't even realize it.

He realizes it. He relishes it. He'll always return to your arms, his lips curled in that smirk-smile you so adore, and you'll wrap your hands in his hair and rub your body into his own - unconcious of the wildness that gleams in his eyes, but well aware of the slow thrumming in your own. Mere contentment? Child, you do not understand. Your face betrays what you cannot voice, and only a blind man would miss the desire shimmering in the curve of your lips and hidden in your trembling hands.

You want him already, and you don't even know it.

He knows it.

He'll linger just a bit too long in your embrace - slip his hands in places that make you shiver, but you don't resist him for long, for any longer than the second it takes you to realize that no one has touched you there before. Then you shrug and give it no more thought. He's your soulmate, after all, the one who shares your every breath and thought and joy and fear and sorrow. He could touch all of you, caress every inch of your mind and body, and you wouldn't care.

But you would care.

You do care.

You long for it.

Even now, you let him sweep you off your feet if you're feeling the slightest bit ill. You cling to him if you stumble the tiniest bit, you reach for his hand for no reason at all, you even sit on his lap when you return from school, just because you can.

You started doing that last week. Don't think I haven't noticed. You aren't so quick to slip off of him as you think... and he's always seemed very reluctant to let you go. And Yugi... you're very reluctant to let go of him, too.

But then, you do it because you want to, because he'll let you, because he welcomes you into him - and you do a lot of things for that very same reason.

He's been spending a lot more time outside the puzzle than he used to, spending a lot more time not among people, but all tangled up in you. Where else would he be but at your side? You want him there - you encourage it, you coax him out, you entice him without words. If you weren't entirely innocent, I would swear that you were seducing him, and by no means would he ever turn you down. God, child... for someone who has no inkling of his actions, how you do encourage him.

The sleepy bedroom eyes are the worst.

Odd moments - a glance across the game shop, a pause when you're running out the door, a sly look over breakfast and his attention is all yours.

Perfectly innocent, yes, but he's far from blind when it comes to you. You don't know what you're doing - you only know that to get him close and attentive and petting your hair and rubbing up against you, all you have to do is lower your lashes and purse your mouth into a pout, and he'll come running to your side.

You love that, don't you? All the power of the heavens and he's yours for only a smile. The things you could do if only you knew how...

Of course, that power lies in his fingertips, not your own, and he'll kill any other who witnesses such a look.

You're both terribly jealous, but at least he knows just how vicious he can be, at least he knows what he can do without a protest falling from your pretty lips. But would you let him kill anyone who looked at him the way you do?

The thought terrifies me - because I think you will.

You're so very precious to me... and he's tainting your light with his darkness. You don't know, and even if you did, would you care?

You were never so beautiful as the morning after the puzzle was completed - the morning after your soul became whole. I didn't know what was in your eyes then... but I know now.

The blank pure emptiness hidden behind flat violet had been filled by the purest ebony.

Your eyes are amethyst, now, deep and calm and innocent and alluring. They love you now - nearly worship you because your soul is complete and your light is blindingly pure.

Perfection and sweetness and light bound in darkness thicker than blood and wilder than passion.

He adores you.

And you, innocent fool, adore him with the same mad fervor that he wraps around you.

Haven't you wondered? Why he watches every breath you take? Why he hovers at your side and keeps every friend you have at a respectful distance?

He does not take kindly to the casual hugs of your closest friends.

They fear him, and you know it. A mere mortal creature would be a fool not to fear him.

Such a wonder, then, that your soul could be so bright as to render you more than human.

Or are you?

You're certainly not ordinary, that much I've known since the day you were born. Strange-eyed and silent and painfullly shy, never knowing more of malice and pain than what uncaring strangers showed you. Small wonder, then, that you were so often bullied...

You hated violence then, you hate it now, yet the one you hold so often in your arms will do anything to win at his games.

You told me of the incident atop the castle, of scrambling for control and crying protests, of his unwavering determination and anger, of the sudden fear you felt at he who dwelled within your soul. You didn't tell me of the others, of the ones left to madness and death, but I found out just the same. Your friends will keep your secrets, but only just... they assume you tell me everything.

After all, what angel would hide anything from his grandfather?

Innocent deceiver, what lies you tell without speaking, what hearts you break without knowing.

What wisdom you hide.

In the late hours of night and the early hours of dawn, you lie asleep in reality, but those times of rest are spent elsewhere.

Do you lie in his arms? Do you clutch him at night and whisper your dreams to his ears? Does he banish your nightmares and calm you fears?

Am I no longer worthy of such an honor?

...an old fool has no place in the dreams of the young - but tell me, child, do the dead dream? Have his elusive memories returned? He is your elder by ages, yet scarcely older than yourself, so tell me, child, is he a child or a ghost or a memory?

"He's my yami!" you laugh, and when you slip from the room, you slide so comfortably into his side...

Every day now, every day and night, I wait for the inevitable.

One or the both of you will slip, I know it. The tension is too great - should you but pose the first question, you both will be lost.

Innocent you might be, but don't think I don't know about that tape of yours. I saw how you used to look at Anzu, and I see how you look at your yami now, even if you don't realize it.

Yes, I know how very beautiful he is.

I know how very beautiful you are.

Mere lust would almost be better than this obsession. Mere lust, a brief fling, a horrid mistake but at least no one would be pregnant, and you could put it behind you as hormones and leave it to rest.

When you tumble into bed together, it won't be awkward teenagers fumbling for each other. It will be awkward, and fumbling, and you're both so very very young... but a joining the way you crave it? The way you both long for each other?

I'm terrified for you.

I hate him.

And there's not a damn thing I can do about it.

Because his eyes are getting desperate, and your hands are getting bolder, and soon enough one of you will give in, and then you're both doomed.

I want to save you from yourself, but you're never going to let me.

You almost kissed him yesterday, didn't you? A breathless tangle in the back room - sprawled across boxes and across him and staring down into his eyes.

You'd fallen on top of him, he'd fallen on top of the boxes, and you were flushed and trembling and a moment away from making the worst mistake of your life.

And you didn't even realize it.

Thank God I kicked that box into the room.

Thank God it distracted you both.

You scrambled away from each other... but not ten minutes later, you were dozing on the couch with his head in your lap... and your eyes were cold and blank as you whispered to each other without a sound.

Your hands were slipping through his hair, and his were draped over your thighs, and any passing idiot would have claimed you for lovers.

When you do finally succumb and drag him into your bed... I think I'm going to kill him.

My child, you're such a fool... and you don't even care.

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AN: Er... right.

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