Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Reincarnation of Ephemeral Existence. ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Sweet notes: Cue the music! No, not THAT music, the evil, dramatic, century gothic stuff…. Better. Now, my pet, this is a sequel, if you're reading this, without having read 'the exfoliation of perennial beings' then go ahead, you might not understand much about what the hell is going on; but as long as I get a review, I'm happy. ^^ for those of you who have read exfoliation, this is set far into the future when Yugi wakes up, you'll find out how he was kept alive and everything as you read. *pets you* go on now, read away darling!

Disclaimer: I make no money/claim from these characters. They are not mine. *grumbles*

Warnings: Lemon, blood, bishounen boinking, Yaoi, gay guys, Yami/Yugi, PWP, AU, swearing, angst and vampires. Futuristic…. In a way.

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The Reincarnation of Ephemeral Existence.

~By Sweetdeily.

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"It's none of their business that you have to learn how to write.

Let them think you were born that way."

- Ernest Hemmingway.

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I want the jewel boy to wake up for me.

I want him to be mine.

I want to know who he is.

I know he is special, Oniisan said to give him up; that the jewel boy was important to Pharaoh.

But the jewel boy is my special thing… I won't let him wake for anyone else…

Wake up jewel boy…

Wake up for me…

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A pair of violet orbs opened slowly like the eyes of a sleeper dragging their mind from a dream they were still in.

Images unknown flashed before the orbs and they blinked in a soft daze.

The world was a green haze before the eyes; liquidy and hazy.

Or that could be some kind of preservation liquid, a little voice said.

One hand twitched softly, rising through the haze to the view of those violet orbs. The hand wavered, as if the image were unclear.

Now that he thought about it… it reeked of blood.

He could smell himself and blood; and taste it and as he opened his mouth to scream, bubbles floated out in the voice's place.

Panic seized the violet orbs and the boy began to thrash about in the haze, encountering something solid; something smooth like glass. He began beating at the smoothness, willing it to crack.

Shatter.

Shatter.

Shatter. He thought at it. Shatter, shatter!

A shaking fist smashed into the smoothness.

He must have been inside some kind of crystallized cocoon. He had to get out!

The smoothness wasn't shattering.

This was bad, this annoyed him.

Shatter! He commanded deeply.

In that one deep command; magic brewed to life.

If he willed it so, it would be.

The smoothness shattered delicately and suddenly he staggered as the watery liquid emptied out.

His eyes felt as if they burned and his throat was raw and hoarse. His arms and legs shook as he fell to his knees, coughing and taking deep lungfuls of air. Tears fell from his eyes and helped to wash away the burning.

His body felt weak and feeble, muscles shuddering with contractions as he worked to just stay on his hands and knees.

Violet orbs looked around. He was in a storeroom from the looks of things. There were several empty crates on their sides to his near right and just in front of him a big white sheet covered thing. The room was dark, but not so dark that he couldn't see.

His eyes ached, and he thought if he blinked the wrong way he would feel the muscles in his eyes expanding and contracting it was so noticeable.

There were several stools facing him, as if waiting for ghostly bodies to sit and stare at him for hours on end.

"…I'm naked…" He whispered softly, looking down and blushing brightly. "Hentai…"

"How long have I been in there?" he whispered again, not liking the way his voice rattled and chocked on the words.

He stood shakily after a while, looking around for anything resembling clothing. But other than the empty crates there was only the white sheet covered thing.

Tricoloured bangs dripped liquid down his face as he moved and took the cloth off.

The thing was a stack of old newspapers and a pair of ruddy green overalls across the top.

He thought this was a bit too convenient.

"I can't be picky right now though… what year do these have printed on them…?"

He donned the overalls hurriedly, rolling up the long sleeves and pants and then looked at the top paper. Body almost having seizers in his haste.

"2,740…….. Holy fuck!!!!! That's impossible!!!! It's just… 730 years???? But…" he frowned, scrunching the newspaper up and then thinking better of it and ripping the offending paper in half.

"…I've missed my own life! Hell, what about Ryo, and Bakura? Jounouchi? Anzu even? What's happened to the WORLD? Has one of the meteorites struck? Is this the only place left? Are there any humans left alive? What if everything's mutated?" His head pounded as the stress built up.

"I have to be dreaming. Kami-sama…this can't be possible! I can understand being asleep for a month or two… but… but… 730 years??????" he fell to the ground, much to the relief of his shaking body.

"…I can't believe it. It only feels like a few days have passed... but to think…. 730 years… I probably don't even exist in the histories. What about Tokyo? Where am I even?"

He shook his head. "…What is left of MY world? What about Yami? Has someone else killed him? What woke me up? How did I get out of that glass by just thinking it?"

Will we get laid soon? The little voice in the back of his mind added sarcastically.

"That's not… helping…" He told it with a violent twitch. If it were possible to remove your own insanities, he would have gotten rid of the voice the moment it started snidely remarking he looked short in red.

The voice shrugged as best as voices could.

Sighing, the boy gathered his wits and frayed nerve endings and stood. "Okay, gonna have to take this minute after minute. Step one, if you can't secure weapons, escape." He spoke, more subdued now.

The teacher marched toward the door, shaking his legs as he went and shivering as the overalls soaked to his skin. Before he opened it however, the door swung open of its own accord.

The tricoloured haired boy blinked softly, first he shatters glass with a thought, and then he opens a door with the intention…

"Oh… KAMI! You… you… you're… you're alive!!!!" A young voice screamed.

He looked down, okay, so the door thing hadn't been him. This was a good thing.

Good things were good.

Good things kept you sane.

A boy with black hair and big doey eyes looked back up at him.

"Konnichiwa?" Yugi murmured in confusion. And there he'd been worried he was a vampire.

~ To be continued…

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