Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Sway ❯ A Dream? Or Not A Dream? ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kokoru 
Lalala! Still going! Hehe ^^; Just one more after this before I've uploaded all that's been written.. Wee!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.22.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Lalala! Still going! Hehe ^^; Just one more after this before I've uploaded all that's been written.. Wee!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.22.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Sway
Story by Kokoru
Warnings: Death, blood, murder
A/N: When you go to kill me, please make it swift and painless.. oh yes.. and I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Anyway.. maybe the people that *do * own it'll come after me in my sleep..
OH: Wishful thinking, ne?
(>*.*)>
The feeling was overbearing on his mind. He couldn't handle the thought of loosing the small sleeping 'child' that lie on his bed, his body barely moving except for his chest, which rose and fell with every breath that passed through his flushed pink lips. He sighed as he crawled to the side of the bed to tenderly stroke his soft cheek, reveling in the feel of it. He shuddered when Yugi's hand came up to claim his, squeezing ever so gently before letting go and dropping with a small thud again onto the mattress. Yami stared down into his light's large violet eyes, which blinked up at him nervously, expectantly. He smirked down at him, his face slowly decending onto Yugi's own. It was a chaste kiss, but a kiss none-the-less, and Yami savored the sweet, angelic taste of his light's lips, like sunshine, should it ever have a flavor. He smiled at the small one, a blush coming to his innocent cheeks as Yami pulled him close.
He seemed so naïve, so child-like, the complete opposite of the other-Yami gasped quietly. Was that all just a dream? Or had it been some kind of foreshadowing of what was to come, like a premonition to Yugi's sane fate? But, when he thought about it really, it didn't make sense that he would pass out so hastily from what should have been a minimal amount of blood-loss. 'It must have been a dream, then.' He concluded, a look of finalism on the matter coming over his stern face. Yugi shivered in his arms and he looked down to see his Aibou crying, and, with reaching a hand up to his face, he wiped away the offending liquid that had fallen from his eyes. //Aibou..? What's the matter?// Yugi looked up into his eyes, pain mixing with offense and.. something else Yami couldn't quite place yet. "W-well.. Yami.. I.. I have something to tell you. I.." His mouth stood agape, the mournful look contorting into fear as his mouth opened wider in a silent scream of pain.
That's when Yami felt it. He felt something oozing from Yugi's back, something thick and warm, 'like blood', he thought. He carefully moved his light into one arm to inspect his hand. With bringing it up close, he could see the dark liquid roll down his hand and arm, silently mocking him, and angering him as well. He growled darkly. //Who ever did this, Aibou, will be hurt severely.. Can you say..?// His voice toned down to a softer note when asking, but Yugi's eyes only widened as he sluggishly tried to move away from Yami, this serving to press a cool metal object into his hand that lay wrapped around him. He felt it for a few seconds before a clean pain sliced through the palm of his hand, and he yelped, jumping back from the other.
The new orifice in his hand throbbed with angry pain as he watched Yugi in horror. He'd fallen back on the bed, and from his chest protruded a shining metal instrument, which caused him to let out a shrill cry. Ignoring the pain he felt, he rushed to the other's side and lifted him gently. //Oh gods.. Aibou.. please don't die..// He whimpered slightly. Yugi gasped and arched his back up some before gasping out a few words. "It.. wasn't.. a dream.." And then, with his skin gone considerably paler, and his eyes shut, he collapsed back down, going limp in Yami's strong arms.
He didn't even have the energy to cry then, but instead he focused what he could on deciphering what was said last. He understood what was meant, and took it in. So Yugi had died already. But who was this, if not his Aibou? He didn't know, and didn't have the will to look into it further. His eyes grew hazy as he, too, colapsed on the bed, on top of Yugi's bloody form.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Yami woke with a start, sweat beading down his face and naked body as he looked around frantically before clinging to the small figure lying next to him in the bed. It was the dream again, it always came. It would forever linger in his mind, and only one other person knew of it besides himself. Yugi grumbled sleepily as he blinked his eyes open at the shaky male clinging to him. A soft chuckle left his lips as he kissed Yami's forehead. /Had the dream again?/ His thoughts even seemed a bit sluggish with the desire to rest. But Yami's recurrent nightmare was to happen none-the-less, no matter how much he wanted to sleep instead. Yami nodded his head against Yugi's chest, curling his larger body around him as he clung tighter, his fingers curling as well, to dig into Yugi's skin. /Calm down, Yami./ Yugi hugged his darkness close, running comforting circles on his back. /It's all over now. It was just a dream./ He kissed his forehead again, waiting for Yami to speak. //N-no.. it was different this time.. you.. you said you hated me.. // He shuddered with a convulsing sob. //Y-you've never said that before, Aibou.//
It was true that the cause of his sinister dreaming was his chronic fear of being abandoned. Yugi hated that he was afraid of something that was never to be. He hated that his Yami thought he would just up and say he hated him for no god damn reason as to why. But he most certainly didn't feel any of this animosity toward the one whom contained these fears and thoughts. He shuddered at that speculation, as, of course, it wouldn't be too hard for him to leave his poor, weak, darkness. Anyone in the city would have him; Jounouchi, Honda, Anzu, hell, even the 'great' Seto Kaiba would have him. But he'd have to rid of the one that seemed so much like himself. No one dare tread on land that belonged to the former-pharoah Yami, at least, those who didn't know of his desertion issues. Hardly anyone knew of them, though, so Yugi was as good as attached to the very person he'd revelated into not wanting.
With a whimper from Yami, Yugi snapped out of his deep thought and sighed, ready to get back to sleeping. Before he could, though, his darkness had started tearing at the eyes, his still cries soon turning to convulsive sobs of fear, and anger, and hatred. He'd caught every detail of the thoughts his Aibou was having. //Aibou.. please.. please don't leave me.. // Yugi pushed the once-proud weakling away from him in disgust, the look showing fully on his face. It only proved to make Yami histerical by that point, and, from their bedside table, he pulled out the sharp kitchen knife, his hand caught on the blade and blood fell to the floor in droplets as he moved his hand down to the hilt, where he, with great agility, shoved the blade through Yugi's soft, pale stomach. //Y-you said you'd never, ever, say you hated me..// His thoughts wavered slightly as he pulled the blade out and threw it at the wall, where it impaled onto the white surface, splattering blood all over. Yami curled up into a fetal position on the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees, as he watched his, before, trusted lover gasp for air as he held his stomach, the red liquid continuing to gush out. And, before he colapsed backwards on the bed, Yugi spoke four words softly to Yami. Four solid words that made him utter a terrified cry of anguish, his face turning stony white as the bile rose in his throat. Those four words being: I'ts not a dream.
(>*.*)>
Don't even ask.. just.. don't ask..
OH: What she *means * is.. try to figure out *why * it all happened..
How did it come to this..? It was supposed to be a one-shot lemon.. but nooo.. SHE *points to other half * had to get into my brain and plant idea seeds!
OH: I didn't! Well.. maybe a few.. ^^;
Story by Kokoru
Warnings: Death, blood, murder
A/N: When you go to kill me, please make it swift and painless.. oh yes.. and I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Anyway.. maybe the people that *do * own it'll come after me in my sleep..
OH: Wishful thinking, ne?
(>*.*)>
The feeling was overbearing on his mind. He couldn't handle the thought of loosing the small sleeping 'child' that lie on his bed, his body barely moving except for his chest, which rose and fell with every breath that passed through his flushed pink lips. He sighed as he crawled to the side of the bed to tenderly stroke his soft cheek, reveling in the feel of it. He shuddered when Yugi's hand came up to claim his, squeezing ever so gently before letting go and dropping with a small thud again onto the mattress. Yami stared down into his light's large violet eyes, which blinked up at him nervously, expectantly. He smirked down at him, his face slowly decending onto Yugi's own. It was a chaste kiss, but a kiss none-the-less, and Yami savored the sweet, angelic taste of his light's lips, like sunshine, should it ever have a flavor. He smiled at the small one, a blush coming to his innocent cheeks as Yami pulled him close.
He seemed so naïve, so child-like, the complete opposite of the other-Yami gasped quietly. Was that all just a dream? Or had it been some kind of foreshadowing of what was to come, like a premonition to Yugi's sane fate? But, when he thought about it really, it didn't make sense that he would pass out so hastily from what should have been a minimal amount of blood-loss. 'It must have been a dream, then.' He concluded, a look of finalism on the matter coming over his stern face. Yugi shivered in his arms and he looked down to see his Aibou crying, and, with reaching a hand up to his face, he wiped away the offending liquid that had fallen from his eyes. //Aibou..? What's the matter?// Yugi looked up into his eyes, pain mixing with offense and.. something else Yami couldn't quite place yet. "W-well.. Yami.. I.. I have something to tell you. I.." His mouth stood agape, the mournful look contorting into fear as his mouth opened wider in a silent scream of pain.
That's when Yami felt it. He felt something oozing from Yugi's back, something thick and warm, 'like blood', he thought. He carefully moved his light into one arm to inspect his hand. With bringing it up close, he could see the dark liquid roll down his hand and arm, silently mocking him, and angering him as well. He growled darkly. //Who ever did this, Aibou, will be hurt severely.. Can you say..?// His voice toned down to a softer note when asking, but Yugi's eyes only widened as he sluggishly tried to move away from Yami, this serving to press a cool metal object into his hand that lay wrapped around him. He felt it for a few seconds before a clean pain sliced through the palm of his hand, and he yelped, jumping back from the other.
The new orifice in his hand throbbed with angry pain as he watched Yugi in horror. He'd fallen back on the bed, and from his chest protruded a shining metal instrument, which caused him to let out a shrill cry. Ignoring the pain he felt, he rushed to the other's side and lifted him gently. //Oh gods.. Aibou.. please don't die..// He whimpered slightly. Yugi gasped and arched his back up some before gasping out a few words. "It.. wasn't.. a dream.." And then, with his skin gone considerably paler, and his eyes shut, he collapsed back down, going limp in Yami's strong arms.
He didn't even have the energy to cry then, but instead he focused what he could on deciphering what was said last. He understood what was meant, and took it in. So Yugi had died already. But who was this, if not his Aibou? He didn't know, and didn't have the will to look into it further. His eyes grew hazy as he, too, colapsed on the bed, on top of Yugi's bloody form.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Yami woke with a start, sweat beading down his face and naked body as he looked around frantically before clinging to the small figure lying next to him in the bed. It was the dream again, it always came. It would forever linger in his mind, and only one other person knew of it besides himself. Yugi grumbled sleepily as he blinked his eyes open at the shaky male clinging to him. A soft chuckle left his lips as he kissed Yami's forehead. /Had the dream again?/ His thoughts even seemed a bit sluggish with the desire to rest. But Yami's recurrent nightmare was to happen none-the-less, no matter how much he wanted to sleep instead. Yami nodded his head against Yugi's chest, curling his larger body around him as he clung tighter, his fingers curling as well, to dig into Yugi's skin. /Calm down, Yami./ Yugi hugged his darkness close, running comforting circles on his back. /It's all over now. It was just a dream./ He kissed his forehead again, waiting for Yami to speak. //N-no.. it was different this time.. you.. you said you hated me.. // He shuddered with a convulsing sob. //Y-you've never said that before, Aibou.//
It was true that the cause of his sinister dreaming was his chronic fear of being abandoned. Yugi hated that he was afraid of something that was never to be. He hated that his Yami thought he would just up and say he hated him for no god damn reason as to why. But he most certainly didn't feel any of this animosity toward the one whom contained these fears and thoughts. He shuddered at that speculation, as, of course, it wouldn't be too hard for him to leave his poor, weak, darkness. Anyone in the city would have him; Jounouchi, Honda, Anzu, hell, even the 'great' Seto Kaiba would have him. But he'd have to rid of the one that seemed so much like himself. No one dare tread on land that belonged to the former-pharoah Yami, at least, those who didn't know of his desertion issues. Hardly anyone knew of them, though, so Yugi was as good as attached to the very person he'd revelated into not wanting.
With a whimper from Yami, Yugi snapped out of his deep thought and sighed, ready to get back to sleeping. Before he could, though, his darkness had started tearing at the eyes, his still cries soon turning to convulsive sobs of fear, and anger, and hatred. He'd caught every detail of the thoughts his Aibou was having. //Aibou.. please.. please don't leave me.. // Yugi pushed the once-proud weakling away from him in disgust, the look showing fully on his face. It only proved to make Yami histerical by that point, and, from their bedside table, he pulled out the sharp kitchen knife, his hand caught on the blade and blood fell to the floor in droplets as he moved his hand down to the hilt, where he, with great agility, shoved the blade through Yugi's soft, pale stomach. //Y-you said you'd never, ever, say you hated me..// His thoughts wavered slightly as he pulled the blade out and threw it at the wall, where it impaled onto the white surface, splattering blood all over. Yami curled up into a fetal position on the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees, as he watched his, before, trusted lover gasp for air as he held his stomach, the red liquid continuing to gush out. And, before he colapsed backwards on the bed, Yugi spoke four words softly to Yami. Four solid words that made him utter a terrified cry of anguish, his face turning stony white as the bile rose in his throat. Those four words being: I'ts not a dream.
(>*.*)>
Don't even ask.. just.. don't ask..
OH: What she *means * is.. try to figure out *why * it all happened..
How did it come to this..? It was supposed to be a one-shot lemon.. but nooo.. SHE *points to other half * had to get into my brain and plant idea seeds!
OH: I didn't! Well.. maybe a few.. ^^;