Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Ice ( Chapter 23 )

Disclaimer: Not mine.

AN: Pegasus J. Crawford speaks! I see you goggle. Well, I did it. ^_^ Yes, I did it. Takes place BEFORE everything else, and yes, that includes the prologue. Actually, it takes place during the YY vs. Pegasquee fight in the Shadow Realm, post Yugi-KO-ing. I seem to be magically working backwards through time... if you're still confused, remember, there's still the timeline to consult.

Enjoy. Oh, and Neko-chan? Eat yer heart out. ^_~

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Well. Look at you now.

Whatever happened to that glacial calm of yours?

Whatever happened to that mocking smile?

Whatever happened to your little twin?

Don't tell me that you lost him?

You did!

Well, I did warn you both, yet you kept on... silly boys, and here I thought you would stop him!

Why so angry? Because you failed him?

So much for the great and terrible guardian. You've shattered souls for his sake, and still you lost him! You poor, pitiful fool!

...what?

...no, it can't be. It...

You?

...

That's absurd.

...then again...

But Yugi-boy?

My God, who else? Who else could it possibly be?

But still...

God.

Yugi Motou. A high school student, no less. A brilliant one, but... he's such a sweet innocent little creature... and you, whoever you are, most certainly are not.

And yet -

You love him, don't you?

You really do love him.

My God, you're only a child!

...and you love him.

Love?

Do you really?

What would you do for his sake?

Slaughter me where I stand?

You want to, don't you?

...you don't even know why, do you? Why all you want to do is rip my soul from my chest and tear it to ribbons and laugh while I die screaming at your feet?

I'm not going to die.

Unless the child really has perished.

Then you'll kill me.

Then you'll kill everyone on this island.

And then you'll kill yourself.

Because you're just now figuring out that you can't live without him.

It hurts, doesn't it, my boy?

You snap and snarl - so prideful. So arrogant. So very, very, enraged. Black fire and ice - and you dare to claim that my soul is twisted? What of yours?

Foolish child.

...oh, but what delicious sense it makes. How could I have missed it?

He's your light, isn't he? The one for whom you breathe, the one whom you worship, the one who saved your soul - isn't he?

You'd not be so furious with me were he not.

Your dreams are very... graphic, child. How can you think of such tortures?

...no boy should smile like that. Not one as young as you. What have you seen to make you so cruel? Who... no, that is a foolish question. I doubt you even know. But answer me this, young one -

What are you?

...you don't know? No need to hiss at me - it's only a game, you know that better than anyone. Laugh and play, laugh and play, don't you want to see who wins? Take a chance, lay your card, why be so tense?

Death doesn't mean forever, after all.

Solemn child - had you no light in your life before Yugi-boy?

...Jesus. You didn't.

I bet you've never even watched cartoons!

Have you ever laughed? Not something cruel and mocking to crumble an enemy's spirit, but in truth? No? Why not? You love him, don't you? Doesn't he make you happy? Doesn't he make you smile? Doesn't he warm your freezing emptiness and brighten your darkness?

Don't get so snippy! I know what you want to do to me, you don't have to keep repeating yourself!

...

You are a cold child.

...small wonder, then, that you love him.

And yes, I am rather mad, thank you, but don't think I don't see you. Don't think I don't know what you feel. We're not so different, after all... you don't really care about the others, do you? You wouldn't blink if they fell dead at your feet.

But Yugi-boy cares. Does that mean you must too?

...anything for your beloved, is that so? It must be, nothing else could fuel this... whatever it is that you are.

But I want my beloved.

You cannot deny me this. I will not let you. You're only a boy. A very strange and wild one, but still no more than a child.

Age doesn't matter? Of course it does. Were you older, you would realize...

...no, youngling, I have no doubt of your wisdom or brilliance, but...

What?!

You mean you don't even know that you love him?!

...my God, child, how can you not? If you don't love him... if you don't crave him, if you don't ache and scream and rage for his sake alone...

Then why do you so ache to own him?

Yes, own. Remember? The friendly embraces that sent your darkness swirling? The casual hands on his shoulders that made the prize around his neck gleam? That was your rage, my boy, your fury and your hatred and your longing to take and break and shatter and destroy and kill the strangers who dared to lay a finger on your Yugi. Best friends or not, foreign hands on your... Yugi's pale skin set your teeth on edge, didn't it?

Stop growling at me, I haven't gone anywhere near him, and you know it.

You'd have killed me without thought if I had.

...are you so prone to violence that the thought of shredding someone's soul because they accidentally touched him does not startle you?

Well. It doesn't.

You want me dead.

Worse than dead.

You want me choking on my own insanity and drowning in my own anguish and forever tormented by my own demons. You relish the thought.

You are barely half my height, barely on the edge of... sixteen? Seventeen?

You'd laugh to see me perish.

Revenge?

Does he not live?

...it doesn't matter now, does it?

You're trembling, you know. Yugi-boy isn't here to balance you - and the blackness swirling around you is getting thicker and heavier and darker still than black, and your eyes are beautiful and strange and wild and quite, quite mad.

It's getting hard to breathe through the cloying dankness. You're making things difficult, you know. But you don't care, do you?

You love him. You don't know that.

You want him. You do know that. You'll gladly kill me and everyone else to have him in your arms again.

...you haven't even held him, have you? For a moment, yes, for a moment past and gone, when he was cold and still and pale as alabaster beneath your fingertips - but haven't you held him when he was bright and vibrant and alive and willing and beautiful for you?

No?

How long has it been since he last feared you? Does he fear you now? Does he trust you? Does he believe you? Does he let you keep him? Can you keep him? Will he keep you?

Is he still alive?

You don't know?

...you poor thing.

What? Are you angry with me again?

My fault? Why, yes... but then, how much of this is my fault?

Everything?

Whose fault, then, when you have not the bravery to take what is yours? Hmm?

Oh!

...oh, you poor child.

You don't even know that he loves you.

You don't even know at all.

...I'm sorry.

You poor, poor children. Even if you survive this... even if you can live for another day... the world will try to rip you apart, and you... you'll have to fight everyone and everything for him, you know that, don't you? Are you prepared? Do you really love him enough to face the future and the past?

Will you survive the loss should you break?

No. No one deserves that. I don't mean to steal your only joy, don't mean to dash your only hope, don't mean to break your uncertain heart - but I must have her back.

You understand. You have to understand.

Because you feel the exact same way, don't you?

Frigid. Arctic winds fueled by furious passion, but you're so cold... and all you long for is bright and glorious and glowing in the light of the sun.

A desert child? Freezing in night yet scorching heat in day, ruthless and wild as forever and the stars?

You need him more than you'll ever dare admit. And he doesn't realize, doesn't understand, can't admit that... but... oh, youngling, he needs you too...

I will fight you, child, I have no choice. We both have our reasons for what we do. But... understand, child. I never wanted this for anyone. Not for myself, and not for you. I'll do whatever I can... but even then...

You poor, poor children.

I'm sorry.

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